Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2023 10:35:31 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-13 THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses" You know, the only a reward a writer gets from posting to Nifty are the emails from readers who are enjoying his work. If you are reading this and enjoying it, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. subkodak25@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty if you can. We all enjoy it so much and we need to support it to keep it going. https://donate.nifty.org Chapter 13. Working naked. The next afternoon, Brandon, still quite sore, is having some lunch with Michael. Michael has a job interview this afternoon with one of the local businesses connected with Barry's organization. It's an intern position with a decent stipend and also free tuition at a local college. The plan is for Michael to take three courses at the college while working in the finance office at the business where he will receive on-the-job training. Barry has arranged this, to Michael assumes it's a pretty certain deal, but he must be interviewed, of course. "You look so good dressed up, Mike," says Brandon. "I'm sure you'll impress them over there." "I hope so, but it sounds like a lot taking three courses and also working there." "Well then, maybe cut it down to two, unless you're in a hurry. I suggest you discuss it at the interview since this company is also arranging for your continuing education." "Damn, Brandon, I am so lucky for that day when you came into my room at the U with you-know-who and Andy. All the good things in my life have come as a result of you, dude, and I'll never stop thanking you for it." Brandon gives him a hug and then yelps when Michael squeezes in a way that ignites the pain in a couple of the tender spots on Brandon's body. "Sorry, brother. Should have paid more attention to where I was touching you." "No worries, Mikey. Besides, you're nicely dressed and I'm naked. You know it turns me on to be naked around guys who have their clothes on." they both laugh! "I think you should take another bath in those special salts, dude." "Probably will." But at that moment, a message comes through on Brandon's phone to connect to one of the men he's working for, so he goes downstairs to go on-line. It's Kelton, the bald guy with the piercing eyes. Brandon wonders if he should put a shirt on but decides not to. After all, they've all seen him naked. Kelton's face fills the screen and he smiles at Brandon. "I'm pleased you're already naked." "Sir, my housemate and I were trained at college to be naked most of the time, so when we started living together here we decided to just continue the practice." "Well, I approve. Always get naked before we connect." "yes, Sir. So what can I do for you?" "Oh my goodness. It appears that you've been a bad boy and had to get a severe beating. Tell me what's going on." "Sir, it's just someone I met on a bdsm site I use who wanted to work me over with a crop and a wooden spoon. I was there with Him last night and spent the night. He's a nice guy but really a hard Dom. I'll be sore for a while, I suspect." "it looks like he hit you all over." "Yes, Sir, he did." "Turn around, please, so I can see your back and ass." Brandon obeys. "Wow. So tell me, would you consider meeting up with him another time?" "Maybe, Sir, but not for quite a while." "Pose for me while I snap a couple pictures. Front and then back." All that completed, Kelton tells Brandon he would like him to review and edit a document he has, and to rewrite however he sees fit. He sends the doc through. "Please have it to me by 4 pm, if possible, boy." "Yes, Sir. If I have to do a lot of rewriting, I cannot guarantee the time, but will do my best." "that's fine, Brandon, but if it isn't here by 4 pm, that will warrant a punishment tonight even though you are already so marked up. Understand?" (And Kelton is wondering whether or not the boy will deliberately be late. How much of a masochist is he, anyway?) "Understand, Sir." (And, in fact, Brandon is considering his options.) . . . "You will work naked, of course, boy." "yes, Sir. always, Sir." "Do you listen to music while working, Brandon." "usually, Sir, but if something is very demanding, then I work in silence." "Then I would like you to work in silence today so I can see what results you get." "As you wish, Sir." "So off to work with you, boy." And Kelton disconnects. Brandon opens the document and sees that it is quite sloppily written. He has his work cut out for him and would most likely have worked in silence even if it wasn't being demanded of him. He posts an "at work until 4" notice to all necessary programs and his phone, goes up to get some coffee, and comes back downstairs to begin working. Michael, meanwhile, is at his interview and it's going very well. Martin Scroll is pleasant and well-spoken, and asks insightful questions. He does ask, of course, while Michael left the U after only one semester. Michael takes a deep breath and decides that he's not going to make anything up but give the truth. If it disqualifies him, that's fine. "Sir, shortly after Christmas I was outed as gay to my parents who happen to be members of a very strict fundamentalist sect and I was immediately disowned and tossed out into the street. My roommate at the U and I were close friends and he had also decided not to continue there either, so I reached out to him and he and his family have been very good to me and Brandon and I are now housemates." Michael takes another deep breath. "To be honest, Michael," (and now Michael gets ready for the blow!) says Martin, "Barry had given us a brief outline of your situation, so we were aware, but I have to say how impressed I am that you had the courage to share all the details of your story. And, at the same time, you have my deepest sympathies for what happened to you, and I am happy for you the way things have worked out. Please know that you can come to me or to any of the other officials here with cares, concerns, whatever. We are happy to have you become part of our team. Congratulations!" "oh, wow, thank you so much! What a relief! Sir, I decided that I was going to be completely open under all circumstances unless it's a matter of personal safety. I don't want to live with secrets hanging over my head." "That is commendable, son. Now, there is one further thing we need to arrange together: your course load and choice of courses." "Sir, to be honest, I am a bit worried about carrying three courses while carrying out my duties for you. Although I am a good student as my records show, I'm wondering if it might be better to only take two." "That is exactly what I was going to recommend. Here is what I suggest. Michael is surprised to have a psychology course in "family systems" as one of their recommendations and points that out. "Michael, we promised Barry that we would do what we could to help you get through this period of adjustment. I had a difficult childhood myself, which is why my gut tells me that the family systems course I'm encouraging you to consider will help you in your own efforts to recover from serious harm." "wow. I appreciate that, Sir, and agree." And so they select the necessary business course as well and conclude their interview. Michael agrees to begin working tomorrow. No need waiting. Martin is very pleased and takes him through their facility to get familiar with it, to meet a few of the people working there, and to know where he should report the next day. Martin also points out the casual mode of dress used at the facility and Michael again feels grateful for what Nana did for him. As soon as he gets to his car, he texts Brandon: "unbelievable!" and then gets the "at work" message and smiles to know they are both well on their way to building new lives here in Lipton. He stops off for a light lunch since he had been too nervous to eat before the interview. Brandon works well and it is good to be working with words again. He does a lot of rewriting, making some assumptions about the topic, and is delighted to realize that he finishes 3:40 pm. He sends the rewrite over with a note pointing out that it needs to be checked because of his assumptions when rewriting. Ten minutes later he gets a reply from Kelton. "I'll look it over and get back to you tomorrow. And I decided to show your pictures to Doms whose opinions I respect. One of them just happens to be a nurse and will be coming to you around 5 pm to look you over. No reason for you to get dressed. Make yourself available to him and do whatever he suggests needs to be done. Ned has something for you to do in the morning and will be in touch at 9 am. Make sure you are ready. Good for you for completing in time!" K. Brandon is mystified by this whole situation. In many ways, even though they are so polite and respectful, he feels they view him as a slave. Forced to strip, Ned's "visit," Kelton mentioning the possibility of punishment, and most especially the fact that Kelton felt free to show his pictures to others, and now someone is coming over here and he's been ordered basically to offer himself to whoever is coming. And then there is their practice of arranging things for him, specifying times, and so on. Yes, indeed. Although somewhat free, Brandon feels pretty much like their slave. Or maybe it's his imagination. And he wonders about Barry and if he knows what's going on here. Just as he is thinking that, he gets a phone call, and, guess who? It's Barry! "I heard you completed your first assignment for Ned's team. Congratulations!" "Thanks, Dad, but I have to ask you something. Please don't get the wrong idea, though, because I'm grateful for this opportunity, but . . ." Barry interrupts him: " . . . but they seem to be treating you to a certain extent like the sub you are." Brandon has chills going through his body. "Yes, Dad. Exactly like that. Did you plan it all this way?" "Yes, son. I played a hunch that it would be good for you to be in that type of situation. Please tell me if I was incorrect." "Your hunch was right, I think, Sir. I guess I should thank you but may I ask you not to play hunches without discussing it with me in the future?" "Oops. Certainly, Brandon. I guess I should apologize for acting too much like a Dom. It's just that I was aware of the inclinations of Ned's team, and they've been asking for an assistant for quite a while, so I figured it would be a good match, considering not only your skills but also your own inclinations. I'm hoping that it will be a big help to you to have some structure and discipline without getting into a situation where you might settle for someone dangerous because you decide you have to have a Master again." "Apology accepted, Dad. And don't worry about that last part because I'm doing fine AND having a lot of fun, making friends with people who "share my interests" as you say, and Michael is doing the same. And we've got each other's backs, so it's all working out fine." "and so you're okay with the group you're working for?" "It looks that way. And, Dad, just know that after what's happened to me, I'm much better at speaking up for myself when I need to." "I can surely see that, Brandon. I have to say that the better I get to know you the more impressed I am with you and the more I like you. So pardon if I tend to take too great an interest in making sure you're okay." "But that's that fathers do, isn't it, Dad?" "I think the best do, son." "And you're one of the best, Dad. I love you." Brandon gets a tear in his eye, and so does Barry. "I love you too, son. And here's Mom. She just came in and doesn't even know I'm on the phone with you. She isn't aware of any of this, by the way." . . . . . "Brandon? Is that you, sweetheart?" "Yes, Mommy. It's your boy." "Oh kisses to you, baby. Are you doing okay? How did your work go, I heard you had your first assignment today. I'm sure you did a wonderful job with it." "I think I did, Mom. And thanks for sending me the link to all the Europe pictures. I love looking at them." "Oh, you're welcome, Bran. Dad and I are going to the theater tonight. A local group is putting on "West Side Story" at the Lipton Showplace." "West Side Story? That's one of my absolute favorites!" "Would you like us to get you tickets? If so, which night? They're playing until Saturday, I think. I probably can get you tomorrow." "not tomorrow, Mom, I , , um,, have something planned. Could you get Friday or Saturday please?" "I'll try. I'll text you if I get anything. Gotta run. Love to you Kisses!" "bye, Mom. Love you." Brandon sits back and smiles. Barry is so damn cute, setting this weird situation up for him, telling him how much he respects him, all of it. The doorbell rings. He goes to answer it. A hot guy, about his own size, with a medical case is standing there. "Hello, Brandon. Oh my, I can see you need some attention," he says and walks right through the door and pats Brandon on the cheek (face). "Where is your room?" Brandon smiles at him and brings him downstairs. "My name is Archy. Kelton sent me your pictures and I was concerned but also impressed with your willingness to submit to rough treatment. So many of the so-called subs around here are little babies. You're obviously the real thing. Would you put your hands on your head and stand up straight while I look you over---medically, that is." Brandon doesn't say a word, but does as Archy told him to. He makes appropriate noises when Archy touches the spots that still hurt the most. He has an ointment that he applies to some places that need it. "When were you caged?" "Last night, Sir. By the Dom who beat me." "so you intend to see Him again?" "Yes I do, but not for quite a while. But I'll need to go to him because he's the key holder." "Make sure you clean it well, boy." "Yes, Sir." "May I ask the name of this Dom?" "Yes, Sir. His name is Nick. At least on line. I don't know his last name." "Thank you. Good for me to know. If you do make arrangements to meet with him for impact play, or even before you plan to meet, ask him to consider using a small strap rather than the wooden spoon, not when things are going to be so intense. Meanwhile, I'll ask around and see if I can find anything about him. I like to keep track of people in the scene. Just a personal hobby of mine and more than once I've been able to warn guys off to one of them. There's one more thing I want to do. Spray you with an antiseptic, something like Witch Hazel. It might sting. Sound off it you do. I like to hear it." Archy takes out a spray and covers most of Brandon's body and he most definitely needs to sound off, more than he expected. "Powerful, isn't it, boy?" "yes, Sir." Brandon notices that they're using d/s language. "Just imagine what it is like when a slave gets sprayed with it right after a thrashing or whipping." "Oh my." "Well then, that's that." Archy puts his things away. "Nurse time is over. Now I want to see you kneeling in front of me. I won't hit you now but I do know where you're the most sore, so be a good boy for me, Brandon." Brandon wants to cheer out loud! He was hoping that this dude would want to play a little. "I'll be a good boy, Sir. You are so hot, Sir!" "Remove my shoes and socks." Brandon obeys. "Kneel up again and sit back on your heels. Legs well spread." Brandon takes the position. Archy take off his shirt and undershirt. Smooth chest. Well-built but not too "gymy. Brandon sighs and Archy smiles down at him. "Open your mouth." Archy leans down and drools into his open mouth. Brandon keeps it open, asking for more. Archy spits a couple more times and then slaps him on his bottom jaw so he closes his mouth. "Greedy little pig, aren't you?" "For you, definitely, Sir." "I'm a little ripe from working all day. Stand up and clean my pits and lick the smell out of them." Brandon shows Archy what a greedy little pig he can be. "Suck my nipples and bite them, lightly!" Brandon puts his hands on Archy's side. "What the fuck! Did I give you permission to use your hands?" "No, Sir. Sorry." "Behind your back, boy." Andy reaches out and slaps the slave on a couple of its most sore spots and Brandon cries out loud. "Told you, boy. I know your body. I fucking own your body right now." "Yes, Sir. You own me." "Did you ever have a Master own you, boy?" "yes, Sir. Last semester at the U. Please, Sir, don't want to talk about it." "Okay for now. it's good for you to tell, boy, when you're ready, with someone you feel is safe." "Yes, Sir. Have told a couple people." "Good. Think about the good parts if you can." "Hard to do that yet, Sir." "Understand. He obviously taught you a lot about taking pain, boy." "on the body, yes, Sir. In the heart, bad bad, Sir." "Oh, baby. Why don't you give Me a hug?" Brandon moves to hug him lightly, and he sighs from the nice feeling." "I'm going to make it hurt now, boy. Focus on me. Focus on pleasing me, being my slaveboy." "Yes, Master." Archy starts to apply pressure, and Brandon murmurs and cries out as well. "Take it, slave. Take your Master's discipline." Archy kisses him, and Brandon opens wide to His invading tongue and he himself tightens the hug increasing the pain. "That's my good boy," says Archy. He lets go. "Get down again and open My pants. Uncover my hard cock and start to worship it." Wow! Archy pubes are trimmed close and he has an 8" cock! Not too thick. Brandon quickly gets his mouth around it and uses his tongue the please Archy as much as he can. "That's good, boy. Take it slowly, inch by inch, slave. Give me your throat for my pleasure." Brandon works his way down slowly and begins to gag. "Let's stay there for a while, slave." Archy pulls his dick almost all the way out and then plunges in again to the same spot. "That's right, slave, open more." Archy puts his hands to the sides of Brandon's throat and continues plunging and breaks through that spot and just stays there. "That's right, slave. Feel your Master's cock slipping= down your throat. You're doing good, boy. Stay open, cocksucker. I want more of you. Come on, do it for me." He presses just a tiny bit more. "SShh. don't panic. let go the panic. Give yourself to me, boy. You know how much you want me to possess that throat. Open it, slave! Archy slaps his face and presses in more. "Almost all the way, slave. I've almost fucked all of my big cock down your throat. A little more now, boy." More slaps and Archy is all the way in and Brandon's eyes are ready to burst out of their sockets. "Let me stay there a little longer, boy. Just a little longer so you remember me as the man who took total possession of your throat with my cock leaking down your throat." Suddenly Archy pulls out and stars fucking all of Brandon's throat, hard and fast until at last Brandon does choke and Achy pulls out with a lot of juices and phlegm all around it. "Lick me clean, cocksucker." Brandon obeys. Archy looks deeply into Brandon's eyes. "You took all of me, boy. I really fucked your face with my big cock. That's how much of slave you are for me." He starts to jerk himself off while continuing to speak. "what a slave you are, a well-whipped slaveboy, meant to serve any cock that needs it, cocksucker, deep throat cocksucker. Gonna shoot into your mouth now, boy." Archy puts his cock to the tip of Brandon's mouth and moans loudly while he shoots a large load into Brandon's mouth. "Swallow my cum, slave. Swallow the cum of a Master who fucked your throat all the way down. Swallow, slave, then clean my tip. . . . good boy, good boy. Now hold my tip in your mouth and wait for My piss. A slave like you must already be trained as a urinal. Take my piss, drink it down, boy. Learn its taste. Drink and gulp that piss down, my warm hot piss from my big cock which fucked your throat. Drink, pig, drink. . . . . nice . . .. . almost all done Suck my tip, slave. Get the last bits of my piss out of it and swallow them. I fucking knew that Master must have trained you to drink." Archy takes his cock out of Brandon's mouth and then pulls up his pants. "Sadly, I've got to go, Brandon, but I'll be back. Next time I have a couple days off I'll bring you to my place and keep you prisoner for a while. Make you sleep in a cage. . . . No, boy, stay down there. Kiss my feet while I put my shirts on again. . . . . . . don't get too much of your piss breath on my feet, pig. Now put on my socks and shoes. Archy goes back to sit down. Brandon picks up his socks and shoes and crawls with them to Archy and starts to dress him. Never did this before so it's kind of awkward and finally Archy puts on his own socks. "I'll teach you to do that right when I'm able to whip you at the same time, boy." Brandon puts on Archy's shoes. Then Archy helps him to stand up again and locks him into a tight hug and he cries out some more. "Good slave. Gonna tell others about you." Archy takes him by the hand and leads him up the stairs and into the kitchen. Archy looks around and doesn't see any bread. "Always make sure you have bread around," he tells the boy. "Order in a sub from the deli after I leave. Eat bread." He pats Brandon's cheeks lightly again. "You'll be hearing from me, boy. Be a good boy. For everyone." And with that, he turns around and leaves. As he's driving away, Brandon is calling the local deli to order a sub for supper. As he's ordering, Michael comes in, so Brandon orders one for him as well. Michael goes up and takes off his clothes, puts them away, and comes back downstairs naked and excitedly tells Brandon about his job interview. He's the one to answer the door when the subs are delivered so the guy doesn't see Brandon's marked up body.