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Chapter 9. A day of waiting
Brandon gets out of class at 10:30 and that is all he has for the day. When he checks his phone he sees the email from Justin and practically runs to his room so he can read it. He strips naked as usual and after he reads the email, he jerks off with the phone in his hand as he reads it over and over again. The thing that gets him to cum is the part where Justin says he is going to be punished. Wow! He is surprised how much that turns him on. He licks his hand clean afterwards and then goes to the computer to write a response.
Dear Justin,
I apologize, Sir, for not answering Your question about my finances, and humbly admit that I deserve punishment for not at least saying "It's complicated." To tell the truth, it's complicated (!) but I'll tell You all about it when we have the time, I promise. The short form is that my college expenses are being paid for by scholarships and doting grandparents, who insist that I not have to work a job while I'm here. And they know I'm gay and are pleased to know I've met someone who I really like a lot.
I had just enough time to jerk off before Your deadline of 11:30. I did it with one hand while reading Your email over and over on my phone with the other hand. The thing that made me cum was the part where You told me that I was going to be punished. I didn't realize I was so much of a masochist. And, of course, I licked my hand clean, Sir.
I'm free for the rest of the day, Sir, and I'm sure that this day is going to pass very slowly. I might go shopping. I'm hoping Michael can come with me. My Nana sent me a loaded debit card as a "just because I love you" gift and told me to go get myself some nice clothes with it. What kind of underpants would You prefer I wear? That's the first thing I'm gonna buy because all of mine have holes in them. (I rarely go shopping for clothes; usually just pick up whatever's on sale at Walmart.) If I don't get a reply from You before I go, I'll probably text you. This should count as an emergency. And yes, I know that You prefer me to be naked most of the time, but maybe if I wear underwear You like maybe You'll let me wear it sometimes.
Those guys' names are Martin Brock and Larry Canter and they live in room # 228 in my dorm. Larry is the one who was going to spank me until they told me that they were coordinating the spanking with a video they have of some girl being spanked and they wanted to see who could take the most, the girl or the faggot. That's when I simply rolled off Larry's lap and told them off and quit them and left. And I obeyed You, Sir: I didn't cry, at least not until I got back to my room.
Thank You for the safe words, Sir. I know all about those from my reading. I especially like "green." It really gives a Master a lot of encouragement, I think.
I understand about You saying that we both may be going to get needs met from other people besides each other, although I read somewhere that a sub must be faithful to his Dom, but the Dom has total freedom. I'm not sure about that. But we have a good arrangement now, although after last night I'm going to be more careful about those with whom I do anything. And yes, indeed, I would be happy to show Andy my gratitude by doing what You said, Sir. As far as I'm concerned, I think I would do the same thing to anyone You told me to. (Did I say that?)
Thank You for warning me about different subs and different sets of rules. This sounds like it could get really interesting! And I understand all the other "house rules" as well.
VERY happy about the coffee, Sir. I worked all summer at my Nana's coffee house so I'm very addicted. And fussy. I'll have to ask Nana to send You some special stuff that I love and hope You will love too.
Sitting in a "little boy seat" or kneeling next to you while eating. Heaven. (Um, may I have a pillow to kneel on?) Oh, and I like most foods, except: It swims, I don't eat it!
And Sir, I know while I'm going to Your house tonight: to please You and to learn from You.
So just today so far I learned: ask to go to bathroom; no privacy; okay to slut around; special place at the kitchen table; always be grateful; different subs have different rules; you like watersports; you like us emailing each other; a time of testing and exploring (and I am grateful that I don't have to fill out a list because I probably don't even know most of the answers); you are trying to get into my mind (ditto); my special words and the most important of them all is FUN; you are fond of me (ditto); Billy and alex are very important somehow.
And don't worry, Sir. I will NEVER forget that night in that locked bathroom and the way You were talking to me that was sending electricity through my whole body.
I guess that's all for now. Just 7 hours or so until You get to see me naked.
Brandon
Justin is sitting at the table, reading Brandon's email and laughing his head off when Andy walks in.
"What's so funny?"
"Brandon's email. This one especially. Oh, wait, All of them! This kid is even more adorable on paper than when he's standing before me start naked. Brilliant. Amazing sense of humor. And even though he seems to know his way around more than I expected, there is still a kind of virginal innocence about him."
"And his virginity is yours, being given to you on a silver platter. Justin, are you sure that's not just what it's all about?"
"that's a really good question, Andy, and I can't answer it because I'm asking myself the same thing. We'll know soon enough. Once I've taken him, we'll see if I just want to walk away from it."
"shit, there's the old Justin speaking! "once I've taken him?" Caught you, roomy!"
They both laugh.
"Andy, to be perfectly honest with you, I really don't think that is going to happen. Or, maybe I can say it better: I really don't want that to happen. I really want to believe that this is the beginning of something wonderful."
"And there, folks! There's the NEW JUSTIN!" Andy pats him on the back. "I hope it works out for you, too. Those hard-core dudes? They keep it up, constantly getting fatter, meaner and meaner, and end up getting lonelier and lonelier. You see them at the Cellblock: in the corners, around the edges, occasionally lucky. They can send any sub boy off sobbing within an hour, but the sub boy will never go back to them again. Justin, I'm afraid Lou's going to end up being like that."
Justin looks wistful. "Well if he does, we'll just have to keep throwing him some fresh meat every now and then."
Andy stares at him hard. "Jus, can you imagine yourself doing something like that? Could you see yourself giving Brandon to some fat old man with a bald head, a cigar and a leather vest?"
"I see your point. But there are a couple subs hanging around that place that I'd LOVE to throw to some old has-been. Would teach them a real lesson. Would teach them that if they keep pissing us all off, those old dudes are all they'll ever be able to have scenes with."
"Nah. There will always be new Doms showing up who don't know the score about them."
"Andy, I say that if a new Dom is dumb enough to fall for that act, then the Dom isn't intelligent enough to be able to find a good boy instead. Or know what to do with him."
Andy changes the subject. "So, what tickled your fancy about this email from Romeo?"
"Something hot: he apologized and admit he deserves to be punished for not answering one of my questions. . . . . Something funny: he tells me all about every single time he jerks off, and what he was thinking up when he shoots his loads."
"Jus, that sounds HOT. Why do you say funny?"
"It's just because of the way he expresses himself. Listen: Justin reads him some."
Andy actually starts to laugh.
"Oh, and this is just funny to me because now I know about the state of his clothing. He hates clothes shopping and always just buys whatever is on sale at Walmart."
"We guessed it right!" The both laugh again.
"And he's just like you, Andy. Listen to this: `if it swims, I don't eat it!'"
Andy guffaws.
Justin has more to say, "and some parts of it almost bring tears to my eyes, Andy, they are just so sweet and innocent and trusting, and he's got the knack of how to say such things in a beautiful way. No surprise he's an English major."
"For a minute there, I thought you were talking about a little child."
"there's that too! Yes."
"Oh Justin, don't tell me he's the son you never had!"
Justin punches him in the arm. "Maybe that too. Who the fuck knows? I don't know the fuck what's going on, and in a few hours I have to be the Golden Dom of the East Coast, knowing all, knowing just how to manage a new sub."
"Honey, if anyone know that, it's you. Always. Trouble is, they get totally hung up on you if they're our age, or eventually are trying to run the show if they're older than us and they think WE are the kids."
"So true, so true. Man! What a life! And on top of all that, I'm supposed to have a rough draft of my thesis proposal due next week."
"So send the kid home to study tomorrow and spend some time working on it."
"Thanks, Andy. You've got the answer! I know exactly what I'm going to do!"
"What is that?"
"I'll set up formal "study hours" when we both can work on our stuff! Perfect! Because he has a paper due. He told me that."
"Damn, Justin. You are brilliant sometimes! How can someone as gifted as you just want to end up an accountant?"
"Because I see something beautiful in it, Andy. I've told you a thousand times."
"And a naughty accountant can really screw someone over."
"True, but an enlightened accountant can sometimes manage to save someone from very painful circumstances. Don't forget there's a good side to it as well."
"Dude! Great conversation, but I just realized I'm late for my shrink appointment. Gotta run!" And he runs to his car and speeds away
Justin sits back and reads the email again. And starts to make plans for the evening as he goes back downstairs to make sure that everything he might want to use is easily available. And reminds himself that he's got to go out to buy that soap, and so grabs his keys and his wallet and heads out to the mall.
And on his way to the mall, he suddenly gets an idea. He pulls off the road and texts Brandon.
J: What are you doing?
d. pacing the floor.
J: I have an idea.
d. What's that, Sir?
J: I want to take you clothes shopping. Grab that debit card and go stand in the dorm parking lot. I'll pick you up and help you buy your underwear.
d. oh. ok.
J: don't sound too excited, kid.
d. nah it's just how much I hate doing it.
J: I'll make it fun.
d. promise?
J: Fun is the most important word, right?
d. Yes, Sir. I'll be waiting in the lot in just a couple minutes.
J; Good boy!
The first place they go to is a men's shop. Justin goes right to where what he wants Brandon to start wearing is and shows him. "Get 15 pair. All black." Brandon automatically says, "Yes, Sir," and two girls walking past them in the aisle look at each other and begin to giggle. Brandon blushes.
"That's gonna cost a lot" Brandon protests.
"Didn't you tell me the card was for $500?"
"Yes, but . . ."
"But, I see I'm going to have to pull rank. I'm taking over, Brandon. Trust me."
Justin used the magic word: "trust." Brandon nods his head and then smiles at him.
By 4 pm, Justin and Brandon are walking back to Brandon's room, both of them carrying bags and packages. They walk into the room and Michael is sitting there at his computer.
"Wow! Bought out the store? That credit card was burning a hole in your pocket, wasn't it?" Michael exclaims.
"I bear full responsibility for it. I took over like the Dom I am," explains Justin as he pats Brandon on his back and Brandon shakes his head yes.
"It was awesome, Michael. I never would have been able to pick the things he picked for me. It pays to let the Dom do what he does best!" says Brandon as he strips his clothes off.
Meanwhile, Justin is removing the garments from their packaging and Brandon is finding places to put them. Justin hands him the underpants. "Pack three pair, leave out one to wear tonight and put the other ten in the drawer. And take that crap out! We'll put in in one of these bags and toss it all out."
"Yes, Sir. Thank You. You saved me weeks of misery."
"It's all part of the job, boy. And you're a good boy for letting me practice.
"Practicing what?" asks Michael
"Practicing running my life," answers Brandon and then scoots away as Justin reaches out to smack his ass.
And with that, Justin takes his leave. "don't be late, boy."
Brandon yells out the door, `Yes, Sir."
"Brandon, I'm so happy for you. He really did a fantastic job. All the stuff you have looks great."
"I couldn't imagine . . . . being by myself doing that."
"Honey, I don't think you're gonna have to worry about being by yourself much any more."
"And he bought several bars of the soap he wants me to use. Have to make sure to keep it in my dish."
"Almost time to start getting ready, Brandon."
"Finally!"
Friday night is finally here
5:50 pm. A freshly scrubbed and powdered boy giving off a faint scent of honey is nervously sitting in his car agonizing over whether or not he dares ring the bell ten minutes early. The house looks large and also a bit ominous to him for some reason as butterflies are flapping their wings in a frenzy in the pit of his stomach.
"So, do I really want to do this?" he asks himself, knowing full well that nothing less than an earthquake is going to deter him from placing himself under the direction of this man who writes such compelling emails and who isn't the least bit shy about laying down the law with his about so many things already. And each time he gives an order or tells his preferences, Brandon feels amazed at what it feels like for him to voluntarily submit himself to what Justin calls a "Superior Man."
Yes, indeed, he wants this. Otherwise he would have run in the opposite direction the moment Justin ordered him to remove his shirt in a public bathroom less than a week ago. He took the shirt off, and he stood there nervously bare-chested in front of the red-haired man who reached out for one of his nipples, his entire life took on a different hue. Much more lavender. Hopefully not black and blue, although he already knows he is going to be punished for not answering a question this week. He tries to adjust his self-concept: "I am a boy who is subject to punishment by a Superior Man," he's been telling himself the past day. Why does this sound so appealing? Who is he, anyway?
Well, whoever he is, it is time to get out of the car, take out his backpack and computer bag, walk up to the dark red door and, with shaky fingers, reach out to ring the bell.
The door opens. Justin is standing there smiling at him and he doesn't know whether he'd rather throw himself into the man's arms or kneel at his feet. But Justin doesn't give a chance to make up his mind. "Hand me those things," Justin says, "and come in. Close the door behind you, pup, and then follow me."
Something is thumping within him and he hopes it isn't audible. "Pup," Justin called him. Why does that feel so neat? Why does it make him feel innocent and curious and brave enough to poke his nose into anything, not knowing what might be dangerous or what might sting his nose? Out of nervousness, he giggles.
Justin stops in his tracks and turns around to face him. "Remember what I told you, Brandon. Feel the nervousness. It's part of your experience right now. An important part, because it shows you how brave you are, that you're willing to follow me into my quarters despite how nervous you are about it. Your bravery pleases me, boy."
Justin opens a door and there is a staircase behind it, and he starts down the well-lit stairs which lead to a darkly paneled room furnished with a couch, an easy chair, both covered with black leather, and a wide screen TV monitor attached to a wall. Below it are DVDs and tapes.
"You left the door open. Go back up the stairs and close it, quietly, then get yourself down here and strip naked while I sit in my chair and watch you. Fold your clothes neatly and put them on the little table by the couch, shoes and socks under the table."
Brandon has never stripped himself naked while a fully-dressed man watched his every mood, and his fingers trembled. He begins to take off his shoes rather than toeing them off the way he usually does. Then come off the socks which are shoved into the shoes and placed under the table. He stands up, barefoot now, and even that small touch of nakedness makes him realize that he is surrendering to someone who is eventually going to be punishing him. He freezes, not knowing what to do next. Justin picks up on it.
"Pull up your t-shirt from the bottom and then pull it over your head, boy. Bare yourself for my amusement, one garment at a time. I know you're too nervous to think, so I'll direct you. All you have to do is obey me, okay?"
"Yes, Sir," Brandon squeaks out as he takes off his shirt, bolds it and lies it on the table.
"Now the belt I picked out for you today. Take it all the way off and while you're doing that, imagine that I might use it to punish you with."
Brandon pulls the belt out of his pants and holds it. "Kiss it and then come here and hand it to me," Justin orders.
Brandon is so aware of the feeling of the tiles on his bare feet as he walks across the room to hand Justin his belt. Justin takes the belt and drapes it over the arm of the chair he's sitting on. "Come closer," he says, and Brandon manages to get right up between Justin's legs.
"I guess I'm going to have to strip you myself," Justin says, "and that's perfectly okay." He reaches his hands to open the fly of Brandon's pants and chuckles to see how hard Brandon is just from these simple actions.
"Your body gives you away, boy," he says. "Your body is telling me how much you want this, how much you need it, even while your mind is all over the place. Now do you think you can manage to slip these nice pants off for me, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Brandon answers, and his voice is getting stronger now. He manages to step out of his pants and then pick them up by the legs to fold them.
"Go put them on the table and then stand there with your back to me." Brandon does as he was told.
"Good boy. Now slowly slip your hands inside the back of your boxer briefs and take them down from the back so I can get a good look at your ass," Justin orders, and then leaves Brandon standing there with his ass hanging out and his hard cock holding up the front of his underpants.
"You have a nice ass. I'm going to enjoy it," Justin says. "It's for You, Sir," the boy replies and Justin is very pleased he is finding his voice.
"Now turn around and uncover the head of your cock, boy. Just the head."
Brandon can't believe how utterly humiliating it feels to be stripped this way.
"There is some moisture on the head of your cock, boy. Wipe it up with your finger and then stick your finger in your mouth and suck it off," Justin orders. Every single move is orchestrated, and every single move is making Brandon feel more like a slave than he could possible imagine. (Slave? Where did that come from? He's only a sub, remember?)
"Now you can finish stripping yourself naked for me, boy. Fold the boxer briefs and lay them on top of your pants. Then come here and stand before me."
Justin enjoys the sight of this trembling freshman who wants so much to be a good boy. He admires the adorable look of the boy as he walks to his chair. He takes one hand and wraps it around the boy's balls and pulls on them a little bit. "Always have your legs a little spread, boy, to give your Dom easy access to your balls." Brandon spreads. Justin inspects his scrotum and notes how it is practically hairless. Then he runs his fingers through the boy's pubic hair, knowing that before the night is over, that area will be clean-shaven the way it's supposed to be.
What Justin does next surprises the boy. He stands up, and in a soft and tender voice, says, "Let me hug you, baby." He opens his arms and Brandon immediately settles in closely while Justin wraps his arms around the boy's back and rubs it with circular motions. "Lift your arms and put your hands around my neck, boy," Justin orders, and once Brandon has done that, Justin hugs him tightly and plants kisses on the boy's neck below his ears on each side. "Do you want to be mine, Brandon?"
"Oh yes, please, Sir? Please?"
"are you going to be a good boy for me?"
"Yes, Sir. whatever You want, Sir. Please make me be Your boy."
"I want you to be my boy, Brandon. No doubt about that. Just rest here in my arms for a while now."
They stand there together and Justin gently runs his hands up and down the boy's back and then back down to his ass and he caresses the boy's ass and then slaps it lightly. Brandon pushes his dick into Justin's waist. Justin giggles. "Horney little brat, you are. I might have to lock that dick up before you start grinding it all over my house. But not now. Not until after supper. After I've given my friends a chance to see how pretty your hard dick is."
Brandon breathes in deeply. "Ah, turned you on, didn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Brandon admits. "I can't believe how much I want Your friends to see me naked," he says, loosening up.
"Ah, you've come a long way in just a couple days, my adorable little faggot. So let's get down to business here. There are different positions you have to learn, Brandon. The first position is the position you take when I tell you to `present yourself.' Ready to learn?"
"Oh, yes, Sir."
"Okay then. Stand up straight. Naturally, not forced. . . . . yes, that's good. It has to be a natural position, not like something out of the army. This is good. Now you lift your hands and put them behind your head, locking your fingers together."
Brandon complies.
"Oh no, this won't do at all," says Justin.
"I'm sorry Sir. What did I do wrong?"
"It's nothing your did, boy. It's just that my friends are going to want to see bare skin in your pits, not all that messy hair." Justin reaches up and pulls the boy's underarm hair. "We have to do something about that right away. Put your hands down and follow me, boy."
Justin leads him through the bedroom but it's too dark for Brandon to see much, and right into the bathroom.
"Go stand in the tub, boy, and raise your arms up and hold on to the bar where the shower curtain hangs from," he says, opening the curtain.
Brandon steps into the tub and does as he is told. Now his armpits are completely exposed.
"Good boy. Now don't move because I don't want to cut you."
Justin takes a washcloth and runs it under warm water, puts some soap on it, and uses it to wipe down the boy's armpits. Water drips down the boy's sides. Then he takes his shaving cream and puts some into each armpit, runs a brand new razor under hot water and then approaches Brandon.
"I am going to shave off your hair, boy, so you look like the sub you want to be. Subs never have hairy armpits. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I'm doing it myself the first time, but from now on you will take care of it. Make sure there is never any hair growing or sprouting in those pits, boy. You must always be bare for me and for other Doms."
While Justin is talking he is deftly shaving the boy's pits, rinsing the razor under the hot water, going back and forth.
"When you present yourself to Andy and Lou, I want you to make me proud. I want you to show them how you have submitted to my will, how you have sacrificed your manly armpit hair so you could be the sub boy you are meant to be."
He finishes the job. Once again, there really wasn't much hair in the boy's pits. He washes the boy's pits clean and then takes a fluffy towel and dries them.
"This is your razor, Brandon, used only for you. It will be kept here----he points----so you can use it when you're here. Tell me, boy, how many days a week do you usually shave?"
"About once every four days, Sir."
"Always be well-shaved for me, boy, or I'll be forced to use an defoliant on you, and that tends to burn.
Good. we're all done here for now. Let's go into the bedroom for now." He takes Brandon by the hand and leads him over to the bed. "Lie down on your back." Brandon obeys. Then Justin gets on top of him. "Feel what it's like when you are naked and rubbing up against a fully dressed Dom. Feels interesting, doesn't it?" And he hugs the boy and rolls around the bed with him. Whenever the boy's ass is exposed, Justin slaps it and makes a good sound. Then he surprises the hell out of the boy. He kisses him and uses his tongue to part the boy's lips, then pulls back.
"haven't you ever been kissed, Brandon?"
"No, Sir."
"wow. my little virgin. Well, you're gonna get kissed now, so open your mouth when you feel my tongue pushing against your teeth."
And Justin kisses him again and uses his tongue to open the boy's mouth and begins to explore it with is tongue. Brandon responds naturally and is moaning almost out of control while all this is happening. Justin tastes like peppermint.
"Like that, boy?"
"Oh yes, Sir!" exclaims Brandon, and Justin kisses him again, and then plants kisses all over the boy's face and neck. "Mine all mine!" he exclaims, and they continue to make out and Brandon is in heaven.
"I don't want you ever to kiss anybody else as long as you are my boy," Justin says.
"All for You, Justin," Brandon answers. "I promise."
"I tend to be possessive and territorial," Justin admits. "Get used to it. For now, I don't care how many cocks you suck, but no one gets your lips this way. No one but me."
"Oh yes, Sir! Sir, do I have to . . " Justin cuts him off and slaps his face lightly. "Always ask for permission before asking a question, boy," orders Justin in a stern tone of voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir. May I ask a question?" "Go ahead."
"Sir, do I have to keep on sucking other guys' cocks? Maybe I'm good enough now?"
"Well, I'll find out after supper just how good you are now. But as far as sucking others, hmmm, let me think . . . . I'll tell you what: from now on I will choose whose cock you will suck. You don't have to cruising around for it any more, and you definitely don't have to keep hanging around bathrooms like some desperate faggot pervert. But understand this: You will be sucking cock a lot, because that is what I want you to be doing. Only thing is that I will choose the men you will give blow jobs to from now on. I will call or text you and tell you where to go and who to blow like a good little cocksucker. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll be a good cocksucker for anyone You send me to."
"Good boy. And this weekend sometime, you will give a grateful blowjob to Andy like I told you I want you to do."
"Yes, Sir."
"Let's get up off this bed and go back into the other room to work on positions again boy. Come on." Justin reaches out to help Brandon off the bed and goes back inside and sits down again in his chair.
"Okay, boy. Present yourself to me."
Brandon quickly gets back into position with his hands behind his head.
"Shit. That looks so much better!" Justin picks up his phone and snaps a picture. "Bare armpits, and before this weekend is over, boy, you'll be bare all over."
"figured that would happen Sir."
"Oh you did, did you! Sometimes you're too smart for your own good. Now one more position to learn. Get down on your knees, boy. . , , good. . . now lower your head to the ground and touch with ground with your forehead . . . . . stretch out your hands up over your head, as far as you can reach. "Good. Now stay like that for a while. Get used to it. Raise your ass high, boy, like you're offering it to your Sir. Offering it in case he wants to touch it or spank it or maybe just stick his fingers up your hole. . . . Good."
Brandon stays in position while Justin walks around him inspecting him.
"This position is down or grovel. Usually you take this position if you haven't received any other instructions or orders. This is a natural position for a sub boy in the presence of its Dom, or even in the presence of others. So the rule is, when in doubt, grovel. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Now using your hands, push yourself up so that you're up on your knees again. . . . good. now sit back on your heels . . . just like that. body erect, boy. eyes always lowered unless instructed differently. That also goes for when you present yourself to my roommates. Never ever look a Superior Man in the eyes unless specifically ordered to. Otherwise, at all times your eyes should be lowered. Just like they are now. And I have to tell you, boy, you look adorable right now." He takes another picture. "Now I have a present for you, Brandon. Stay there while I go get it."
He goes into his room and comes out with a piece of leather. He takes it and wraps it around Brandon's neck. It's a collar. Not a dog collar but something nicer. Black leather with a few studs in the front. Several rings around the perimeter of the collar. He fastens the collar. "Not too tight, boy?"
"Nnnno, Sir." Brandon is kind of overwhelmed to be wearing a collar so soon. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths.
"I see it's getting to you, boy."
"Yes, Sir," Brandon says, and a couple tears are shed.
"It's okay to cry, boy. It's always okay to cry. Go ahead. Let it out. This is a big thing that just happened. I just rewrote your life, Brandon. Go ahead.
Brandon starts to cry and then actually to sob. "That's a good boy. Let it all out. Let go, boy. Let go of your pride. Let go of your independence. Let go of your freedom."
Justin goes to sit on the couch so he can face Brandon while he continues to sob and watches him, waiting for it all to subside. Finally, the boy calms down again. "that felt good, didn't it, sub?"
"Yes, Sir. Strangely good, Sir."
"Brandon, never ever hesitate to cry in front of me or any other Dom for that matter. don't hold back, because if you do, that means you are hiding from your Dom. You need to be completely naked, as naked as possible at all times, even when you have clothes on. If you feel the tears coming, let them come. No need to pretend you don't feel anything. I'll let you in on a big secret, boy."
"What, Sir?"
"You honor me with your tears. You tell me that you are learning your place with me. You let me know how much it means to you to finally be a sub for a worthy Dom." Now go back into the bathroom and take a wash cloth and wash your face and dry it. Then come back here again and I'll be in my chair. Grovel before me like you did before."
Brandon does as he is told. When he comes back, he gets down into position again the way he was trained to do.
"It's almost time for supper. We'll be going upstairs in about five minutes. When we get there, I will say present yourself to my friends and you get right into position. Don't forget to keep your eyes lowered. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"One more thing before we go upstairs. I think it would be nice to have your ass be a little pink when you go up there, so come up here and lie across my lap so I can spank you."
Brandon nervously gets into position.
"This is the spanking you were supposed to get last night. I'm glad you saved your ass for me."
Justin starts in slowly, one cheek after the next, and gradually increases the severity of the spanking until Brandon is grunting and moving around on Justin's lap trying to avoid the blows. Finally, Justin stops, and then caresses the boy's ass for a good long time.
"Feel good, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, real good. Thank You for spanking Your sub, Sir."
"Now you understand. You get spanked because you are my sub. It's not punishment."
"No, Sir, I understand."
"Good. We will take care of the punishment when we come down here after dinner. Now let's go upstairs. Do not look around the kitchen. Keep those eyes lowered like a good sub, Brandon. Let's go."
And as they are climbing the stairs, those butterflies start up all over again in Brandon's tummy.
END OF CHAPTER NINE