Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 20:51:11 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-19 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 19. Dinner Time Kelton orders the slave to go into the kitchen and the staff will show you around and tell what to do. "Besides, they wanted to get to see you since you'll probably be around here from time to time.' brandon goes as directed but it surprised and embarrassed to see that in addition to the head cook, his two assistants are older women and they look down at the slave with both interest and scorn. It doesn't take long for them to show it what do to. The male also takes out a deep bowl and lays it on the counter. "this will be for your supper, boy," He says and brandon nods his head. He helps the staff move the prepared food into the warmers in the dining room. Beef Bourgandy, noodles and red cabbage on the side, and fresh baked bread, nicely sliced. After things are set, one of the women shows him where the cleaning supplies are kept, assuming that he will be the one cleaning the kitchen since he is the slave and it is quite obvious that it's been severely punished not too long ago. "Never ever whipped my boys that bad," she tells it, but it has no idea what those boys are: slaves? sons? Even though he is soon to turn 19, he can't imagine getting whipped the way he was back in high school or middle school. Damn, he never ever got whipped so bad until he got to college! The staff says goodbye, telling the slave it's on its own now, and they leave. The Masters come into the dining room. The slave takes a pitcher of water and fills their water glasses. They barely speak to him at all. Actually they are each telling the others about their involvement in some governmental project. Ned opens a bottle of wine on the table, and pours glasses for himself and Frank and then snaps his fingers and holds out the bottle. The slave realizes what's happening so it takes the bottle and fills to glasses of the other two men. Kelton leans in and lightly bites the slave's nipple as it's leaning over to pour his wine. "Those nipples need work," says Frank. "Its Master got them a little perky but they haven't had much attention since them. It needs a good torture session. I'll see when I can fit it in." Brandon's inner slave starts to tremble. Ned hands the slave is plate and gestures towards the warmer. Brandon fills his plate with food and brings it to him and lays it on the table, then goes around the table to fix plates for each of them. When he gets to Kelton, the last to be fed, Kelton reaches out for a slice of bread and puts it in the slave's mouth. "Go eat the whole piece," He commands. Frank looks at him a bit confused. "it drank two big loads of piss. Bread or rice is good for it to eat. Help it not get sick." "Ah," responds Frank. "Never been into that side of things myself. Maybe in time. I'm not so much for humiliation as I am for pain." Ned conjures, "that's why we're a well-balanced team. Each with different interests." He holds out his water glass. Brandon is leaning against the counter and finishing up the piece of bread." Ned turns around to see and says to the slave, "Stand up straight. Show some respect. If I ever catch you leaning up against anything again, don't forget you've still got a back and a chest that could take the whip." brandon hastens over to give Ned water while apologizing. "You don't speak unless you are asked a direct question," roars Kelton, in charge of rules, apparently. The dinner moves along nicely. Conversation eventually turns to how delicious the food it. Brandon suddenly realizes it's been hours since he's had something to eat besides the piece of bread. They had told him they'd be giving him morsels, he remembers, but so far, nothing. It seems they've finished eating and are simply engrossed in their conversation. Steven, who ate about half his food tells the slave to bring over the bowl on the counter (the one the cook showed him), and when he does, Steven takes his knife and pushes the remaining food off his plate into the bowl. Frank says, "I have some cabbage. Didn't care for it," and reaches for the bowl. He dumps the cabbage on top of Steven's food. Kelton has some noodles and half a piece of bread and he adds that to the bowl and gives it back to Steven. "That's more than enough, guys." He shows the bowl to the slave, spits in it a couple times, and says, "Here's your supper, slave. Put the bowl on the floor by the dishwasher and get down on your knees and eat it. Don't use your hands." Brandon pretty much expected that was going to happen as they began scraping their plates into the bowl. At least it's good food and not mush. A little gross, cleaning the Masters' plates this way, but at this point there isn't any pride left in him to even think of objecting, only to feeling gratitude for the Masters about sharing their food with it. As it kneels before the bowl and leans into it, it groans because that movement stretched the slave's whipped flesh a bit. Meanwhile all the Masters have turned their chairs and are facing towards his bowed figure, watching it feed itself from the bowl. They've never tried something like this before; it was Frank's idea this morning. They're making quiet comments to one another which the slave deliberately tries not to hear. Like a dog, he starts moving the bowl around with his face buried in it, and the sound drowns out their whisperings. "Welcome to your new life, slave," says Ned in a louder voice. "Eating like this will become commonplace soon enough. And you don't have to eat all that food, boy. Just do the best you can." The slave is smart enough by now that it knows that no answer is expected and might even end up being a cause for more punishment. They all get up from the table and walk inside. Frank agreed to be the designated driver, and only had half a glass of wine. Handshakes and good-byes are said, They all agree that this was a successful evening and particularly enjoyed the way the slave was bound to the platform, especially when it started crying out and sobbing. It all simply added to the quality of the subjugation they had decided to use to get the point to the slave that it has descended more deeply into the reality of slavery than it ever even imagined before. And so amid good wishes and congratulations, they all leave except for Steven, who has plans for how to enjoy the slave after it has completed its chores. He comes back to the dining rooMichaelkitchen. The slave still has its head in the bowl. "You've had enough, slave. Get up and pick up the bowl with you. Stand up straight and look into My eyes." Steven is so beautiful that the slave's body is trembling with lust. "Get all of this cleaned up and then come inside and kneel before me. Don't rush. This place better be sparkling when I come in to inspect it." He goes into the entertainment room and calls up a ball game that he never had a chance to see yet. As Brandon clears the table, it thinks that this wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, and also that a lot of the way it was being treated was really quite a turn-on. Not really into domestic servitude up until now; cleaning up after the dinner was a real buzzkill for him. "I am a slave. I am a slave," it kept repeating to itself while doing the cleaning. "They own me. I am their possession. They rule me. I have all their loads of cum in my belly and two loads of piss. I am a slave. I am their slave." and on and on, having discovered earlier today that this kind of self-talk was almost hypnotic, and it was a bit of a turn-on to be saying these things to himself. Kept him from thinking like a free boy or man. What's happening up north? Students are coming back for the next term. News about brandon and michael's moving out is getting around quickly. Many of the more aggressive guys in the dorm say they will miss brandon—this is mostly the ones who had taken advantage of his submissive last semester. Jonny gets a text from Andy. "When you go to take a shower, lose the fucking boxers. It's time to let the guys see you and realize that someone has locked up your dick, and someone has really thrashed your ass as well. It's time for you to come out to them. This is not debatable. Ask someone to snap a pic on your phone of you naked in the shower and send it to me." Jonny's first reaction is, "what the fuck?!!!! Guess I'll never take a shower here again!" But that was the gut reaction he would have had last semester before he first went to Andy. Now, there's something else going on inside, and once he's calmed down and keeps reading the text he realizes that something inside of him is a bit turned on by what Andy wrote him. And so, in the early evening when most guys like to shower after moving in, Jonny wraps a towel around himself and goes to the shower, hanging it up and walking in naked, while his heart is pounding within him. A few guys take notice, and the news started to spread to the others and a few of them went and stood around Jonny, "Hey dude, you taking brandon's place? You the go-to guy for blow jobs?" Jonny denies it, now knowing how to handle this. He gets an idea. "I'm just trying some things out with an older Dom so I could get to know what it's like from this end, so I can become a good Dom." Not everyone believed him. Especially not Austin, who was disappointed when he found out that Brandon and Michael's room was empty now. He was hoping for a blowjob tonight. The vacation was too damn long without any mouth action from a slaveboy. So now, when he sees Jonny making excuses, he simply makes up his mind: for him, Jonny was going to become the new brandon. They've shared a couple classes together so they know each other well. He hangs back until just about everyone is gone, and he walks over to Jonny and says to him, "Listen, Jonny, I'll help you out and keep helping make guys think you told them the truth. Some are doubtful so far." "Hey, thanks buddy. I appreciate it. "But I know better. I can see it in your face. You are being trained by a Dom because you're on your way to becoming a sub, maybe even a slave. So, as part of our little arrangement, for me you will be the new brandon. Let's go back to your room now so you can get to know what my hard cock feels like down your throat. Not negotiable, faggot. Let's.go.now!" The only cock he's ever sucked up until now was Andy's. Well, shit, I like Austin. What the fuck! It might be hot sucking the cock of a dude I like!" And he leads the way to his room and Austin is already showing his hard dick through the towel. Two guys see them, and catch sight of Austin's pointed towel, and they smile at him and nod. Jonny's just been outed as the dorm cocksucker now. Didn't even think he was a fag! Back down at Lipton. Steven's place. The slave, having finished cleaning, goes to Steven and kneels at his feet. "Stay there," orders Steven, and he gets up to go inspect the slave's work. "Not bad," he says as he comes back and sits on the couch again. "I want you to get up and lie on the couch on your back with your head in my lap. I know it will hurt your ass, but that's all part of the punishment you deserved." brandon knows about this position from what he's read and what he lived at the U with J. He wonders what Steven wants to talk about. "I am a slave. I am his slave." he repeats to himself just to calm himself down. Steven runs his hand across the slave's nearly bald head. "Have you always tried to keep yourself bald or was that the Master's will?" "No, Master, I used to have a very full head of messy unruly hair and it was always my trademark, and the . . . .J . . . really liked it and wouldn't let me cut it at all. So when I came back here I had it all shaved off. Needed things to be different." "Understand. There's so much you need to share with us so we can understand you. I know it's hard, but bit by bit you'll find your way. And it will do you a lot of good to tell the entire story. It will help you say good-bye to it." Steven knows this is difficult for the boy, so he starts to stroke its upper body, playing with its nipples a bit, putting his hand round the slave's neck to distract it and even squeezing it a bit, letting it know who was in charge. brandon gives a quick gasp. "What was that for?" asks Steven. "My friend Michael was told by a Dom that if a man ever put his hand around his neck and he wasn't expecting it that he should escape as quickly as possible." Steven squeezes a nipple hard. "But you can't escape. You are a slave. WE own you. And tonight, you are My slave. And if I want to choke My slave, then I expect my slave to surrender to it without causing any drama. Trust me, boy. You are far too valuable to us for one of us to bring you to any harm? Do you understand, slave brandon?" "Yes, Master. This is completely different. You own this slave. You can do anything you want to it, and you gave it the worst punishment of its life this afternoon, Master." "and that changed your life and put you in a completely different place in the hierarchy. You are not what you were when we got here tonight. We have taken you and we have brought you down deep into that little world so many of you call `sub space.' But do you know what, slave?" "What is that, Master?" "Among all the subs and slave-wannabe's in this area, you are lower than all of them. You are more deeply a slave than anyone else around here. You are much more of a slave than you were back last semester up there. You are surrendering more and you will continue to surrender all of yourself now to us. And more you surrender, the more you will find out who you really are." "may I ask a question, Master?" Steven nods. "I understand you Master, and understand what you have all done to me, but that makes me very confused." "What is your question? So far you have only made a statement, slave." "They why are the Masters all allowing for me to keep cruising around for other guys to play with because it really needs to be a slut right now?" "A few of reasons. First, because we understand your need. Second, because we actually want you to be behaving like a slut. Third, because every Dom or Master, no matter even if they are inexperienced or even incompetent, has something to teach you, some way to increase your humility. And then this is kind of an order rather than an explanation: Whenever you are giving yourself to someone outside our little arrangement, I order you to do everything you can to satisfy those guys on their level. Make sure they really enjoy being your Dom or Master, even though you understand that they couldn't possible bring you down as deep as we have done. Be their sub. Be their slave. But the way they want you to be, not the way we want you to be. That is probably still too confusing for you, slave, but you will understand it when you start giving yourself to others for their fun." "Thank you, Master. I think I understand it all, and yes what you've ordered is confusing, but it will become clear as you've said it will." "That pleases me. One more thing now." "Yes, Master," "Remember that we are now vetting anyone who wants you before giving you permission to agree. And that means that you are always and for all them a urinal if they want you to be. We want you to really get used to it to the point where you have no negative reaction to it at all. They want it, you give it." "Yes, Master." brandon briefly closes his eyes but he's resigned to it now. "Let's go upstairs. Close down the lights here and bring up my riding crop with you. Hopefully that will be enough for tonight." He goes up and brandon does as it's been ordered. By the time he gets upstairs, Steven is naked and lying on the bed. "Starting with the soles of my feet, you are to give me a complete tongue bath, back and front and deep into my ass. I expect this will take you a long amount of time. Don't hurry. There is a bottle of water mixed with my piss there if you get dry. I have to piss more than that but we'll take care of that later. I'm pretty sure I can wait." And Steven picks up a Kindle and begins to read it as if to say that he isn't paying much attention to what brandon is doing; brandon is doing it because that is what a slave like him needs to do for its Masters. (Actually, Steven is enjoying it totally but he's not going to let brandon know that.) Another hour goes by. Brandon ends its service to its Master at His ass, licking and probing and sucking until finally Steven tells him to stop. "Now I do need to piss," he says, and stands up. the slave quickly takes the tip of His cock in its mouth and waits until it is time to drink, swallow and gulp. "I am a slave, I am a slave, I am His slave," the slave repeats to itself through the entire time it is serving as Steven's urinal. That does, Steven orders the slave to go into the bathroom and give itself two enemas then take a shower, get dried and come back. Brandon remembers how j made him crawl almost all the time. In some way, he misses it. He decides that he will crawl back from the bathroom and see how Steven reacts, realizing he could end up getting punished again for doing that. When he is finished with everything, he crawls back to the bed and Steven notices what he is doing and says, "That's how you were trained, isn't it, to crawl as much as possible." "Yes, Master." "I like it. Continue to do as you were trained. For all of us. But now, get up on the bed lie on your back and raise your legs as if I'm getting ready to fuck you." brandon gets into position. Steven opens the drawer of his little table and takes out a dildo about 7 inches long and lube and he lubes up the dildo. "Take this into your hands, slave, and fuck yourself with it while I watch." New humiliation. Never had to fuck itself before while a Master watched. Brandon slowly inserts it feeling it opening him up for his Master, until it is all the way in. "Now fuck yourself with it. Come on, slave, out and back in, slowly first and then picking up speed and really fuck yourself. Show me what that hole is for, boy." Brandon actually starts grunting and groaning. Finally, Steven puts a stop to it, takes the dildo and lies it on the slave's tummy then gets into position and fucks the slave himself, and while he does it he keeps slapping the slave's face and spitting into it, and using one hand to choke it as much as He wishes, and keeps the slave at a point where it is frequently grasping for breath. Steven fucks furiously and the slave knows that it will be feeling this for another day to come. As He is coming, Steven grabs hold of the slave's nipples and pulls on them with all his might and the slave screams out loud. Gradually, Steven lets go but continues to fuck the slave slowly. "You need to learn to work the muscles in your ass so that you can stroke your Master into getting hard again after He finishes cumming the first time. I want to be able to fuck you two times in a row without much of a break." brandon is too exhausted and overcome with pain and humiliation to reply. "Get up, slave, go into the bathroom and get a warm wash cloth and then clean off My cock. Only my cock. I want you to stay soiled and leaking." brandon goes inside to get the wash cloth and again its inner slave is trembling and he has to admit that Steven is one of the most humiliating Masters he has ever served, and now this Master owns him. He comes back and carefully cleans the Master's cock and groin. "Did you do a good job, slave?" "Yes, Master." "Put the wash cloth back inside." the slave obeys. when it crawls back into the bedroom Steven begins stroking his cock the sight is so arousing. "Get up here, slave, on your knees and lean down and suck my cock." Brandon is glad he cleaned Steven's cock well as he takes it into his mouth again and Steven begins fucking his mouth the same way he fucked his face. But he doesn't finish. Finally he pushes the slave back off his cock and orders it to crawl towards the closet doors on the side of the bed. When he gets there, Steven orders him to open the doors wide. When he does, he sees that there is a cage in there. "Open the door and crawl in, slave." "Oh, shit! Never did this before." brandon crawls into the cage. A pillow is there along with a weighted blanket. There is also a hospital-style urinal. (All the comforts of home!) Steven gets up and takes the bottle he had given him before, pisses into it a bit more, and fixes it to the side of the cage attached to a nozzle in the cage. "if you need to drink use the nozzle. Piss into the urinal. This closet is ventilated so there is no need for me to keep the closet doors open." Steven shuts the door of the cage and locks it. He backs away and shuts the doors. The slave is locked up. It is covered with sweat and tears and lube and cum up its ass and leaking. It is shut away in the darkness of its Master's closet. "I am a slave. I am Steven's slave. He has locked me up in the dark. I am a slave. I am safely locked away." The slave realizes that being locked into this cage is arousing its slave nature. It begins to sob, realizing the depths of its subjugation. The cage isn't large enough to allow it to stretch out its legs. It curls up in fetal position (which is better for its sore backside. It realizes that it is completely safe, completely locked away as the Master's possession. It wraps itself in the blanket, which calms it down and soon it is fast asleep. Before retiring himself, Steven texts the other Masters. "I'm done with it tonight. It's locked away in the cage I purchased. When I ordered it to crawl into the cage, it obeyed with no resistance at all. It has surrendered the way we hoped it would."