Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2023 13:03:50 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-25 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 25. Explaining it to Nana. The day started off with an early morning text from Nana inviting him to dinner tonight. He quickly accepts her invitation, and then suddenly realized that his "collar" and bands will be visible, so he has some explaining to do. He's got to figure out a way to explain it that doesn't end up making her worry about him even more than she already does. He remembered what she said to him when he came out: "I will always worry about you in a special way because you will be living in a world where there is so much hatred and ignorance and that makes you so much more vulnerable than other men and women your age." And recently when she found out that Justin would no longer be looking after him and protecting him (little did SHE know!!!!). She liked Justin; so did G'anpa. But it doesn't bother her that he's not in the picture any longer as much as it bothers her that the protectiveness and care is now not a part of his life; and of course, now she has Michael to worry about as well. She'll be lighting even more candles not when she goes to the cathedral. She figures just because they all left the Catholic Church doesn't mean that God doesn't hear her prayers. Or Mary. She always lights the candles that are in front of her statue. Real candles (which is nice because a lot of places have those tacky electric ones—very unromantic). Brandon is thinking about these things while he has breakfast after Michael is off to work. Happily, Michael will be coming for dinner as well, and that will make it easier. And he suspects that Nana will be able to see Michael as a support, because it is so clear that they have each other's back. He logs on to work. Today, Steven is the one to greet him. He's always happy to see Steven. Even though he's really tough sometimes, Brandon responds well to his aggressiveness because it also hits his sub buttons. First off, Steven asks him what he did last night and what he's planning for tonight. Brandon tells him and then tells Steven that he's not sure how he's going to explain what's around his nick. It can't be explained away a simply jewelry, like the last collar he had (he's still keeping the pieces). Steven says he'll ask the others. Maybe they can give him a good suggestion. "But now something concerns me." "What is that, Master?" "the fact that last night you stayed in and tonight you're going to your Nana's. That means you will be going two days without serving anyone or sucking cock. I'll come up with a solution to that situation." (Brandon thinks to himself that he hopes Steven decides to come over to solve the problem.) "as for work," Steven continues, "The first two projects look fine. How far have you gotten into the one with only prompts?" "It's slow going. I'm already four pages into it and it's probably going to be quite long. I only used the first two prompts, and that took a full four pages." "Send me what you have so I get an idea of what's taking such long answers. It could be that you've never tried to write this way about a subject which isn't really very interesting to you. It could be just a question of your developing a technique that works. Please don't take this as a criticism because it's not meant that way. Basically, it's just a question that the slave needs more training! And he chuckles over that one and Brandon actually finds himself joining in." "Well then Master, it is all up to you. That gets me off the hook." (Brandon is really glad that he can just speak regularly with the "bosses" instead of having to say things like "this slave thinks . . " and that kind of stuff. But he's wondering that maybe he should speak like that during sexual episodes. "The file is sent, Master." May I ask a question? "What is it, Brandon?" "I'm grateful that I can just speak naturally with all of you, but I'm wondering if I should be more formal during scenes like J had trained me." "I'll tell you what: I'm going to come over at lunchtime and use you for a while. I'll bring the lunch. So during the scene, try what you're calling `formal' and then we'll make a decision about it. That sound good?" "Yes, Master. Thank you." "So you won't get too much done today, but that's fine. When I come over, I'll bring these pages and see what I can do to help you develop your style. Then we'll switch gears." "I appreciate the help, Sir." "Don't forget that what you're doing is good and that it's understandable while it took so much space to follow those prompts. Maybe we've got to come up with better prompts that narrow down your focus." Brandon chuckles. "What, Brandon?" "Just thinking how what you said makes me think of sucking your cock, Master. Narrow focus. Nothing else around me even exists." "Part of your former training?" "No, Master. Just that it is what I decided it would be good to do and most Doms really liked it." "I can agree. Can't wait to feel you focusing on my cock and balls after lunch, Brandon." "This slave promises to be good, Master." "Good boy. See you a little after 12." disconnected. He begins working and only has one distraction. The "friendly bully" responded to his question: "A lot of verbal, slapping you around, making you crawl, smacking your butt . . stuff like that. I might end up fucking you, or getting a bj. When can we make this happen?" He answers "Sunday" because he probably won't be in good shape when he gets home from the Masters Saturday afternoon. Before he knows it, it's lunch time. Steven brings in two Kosher hot dogs with sauerkraut from the Jewish deli in town. Brandon is delighted. One of his favorite things from that place. After they eat, he goes over the work Brandon had done with the prompts and makes a couple little suggestions, but doesn't think the length of the sections could be reduced. Brandon is going to be very good doing this kind of thing. And then, it was time to go downstairs. Steven came over in sweats, so he quickly strips off and calls the slave over on its knees. "I don't have a lot of time, so what you do, make sure you do intensely. Look up from beneath my legs." Brandon does so. Steven has spread his legs wide so it's easy for him to do this. "I want you to get up there and lick every single thing you see, every part of me. Clean me up. Get your tongue in the creases by my groin. All of it. Slurp me up like the pig I want you to be right now. . . . there you go . . . . . . . kiss and suck too, slave . . . . all around down there .. . . it's your desert." Then Steven lies on the bed and says to the slave. "Okay, up here, reasonably quick blow job. Suck me like you are so turned on by my dick that you can't control yourself. Go wild on it, slave. Suck your Master's cock." This is one of Brandon's five top cocks, that's for sure, so it is very easy for Brandon to really get into it and give Steven at much pleasure as he possible can. And he discovers that Steven really gets turned on when he only has his mouth around the crown of Steven's dick and drives it crazy with its lips and tongue. So he does that a lot, but then also strokes it hard and fast, especially when he realizes that things are going to blow any second . . and then THERE IT IS. And Brandon swallows right away and then Steven quickly backs out cause it's too sensitive. "Permission to speak, Master?" Steven nods. "Your slave really enjoys serving your cock, Master, and looks forward to a time when it can be nice and slow, Master, when this slave can really practice its best techniques." "I'll keep that in mind, boy." answers Steven as he gets dressed. Then he goes to sit on the chair and calls Brandon over to get over his knees. "I want to make sure this ass is always sore. That whipping I gave you must have settled down by now." "Master, it's tender and will feel this spanking more acutely than this slave usually gets." "Well, then, let me see," Steven says as he uses both hands to explore the slave's ass, pull apart its cheeks and then start slapping and noting reactions. Tender is the right word, he sees. So just enough to get the slave's tears going, and that doesn't take long at all before the slave is registering some pretty intense pain. "Ow!" cries out Brandon. Steven waits for 4 more outcries before stopping, and then lets the boy slide off his knees and unto the floor. Then Steven asks the slave, "the other collar you wore, did your Nana know what it was?" "Master, she never said anything about it. There's another problem as well." "what's that?" "How to explain I'm a slave to 4 Masters, not just to one." "That's easy. Just say I'm your Master and I'll be the one with you at any family events required." "You'll do that for me, Master?" "Of course. Anyone of us will help you keep your family comfortable. I Just think I'm the best person to do that job. I'm the youngest looking and it's clear that you like me, so it's that best solution. Ned and Kelton are too much older and as far as Frank's concerned, that's just what they need, to see you with another ginger. You'll be teased to death." Brandon laughs. "and it would be bad for me, too easy to think of the other ginger who was in my life." "excellent point. Well, I've got to run. Put you into a right state of mind. Knock off work for the day. Go take a shower so you'll be fresh when Michelle gets here. She tells us it's going well." "Doesn't seem like it to me, but I trust her and even enjoy our chats." "I'm glad. I thought she'd be the best one for you, and not because she's in the lifestyle, but just for her personality. "Well, I guess I should say thank you, Sir." Steven pats the top of his head and leaves the house. Brandon goes to take a shower and then takes another look at email and gsm until Michelle arrives. He's gotten "inspected" by someone who writes him, "My brother and I are twins and both Doms. We want to spit-roast you in addition to a few other things. Our playroom. Tell me what night you could come over at about 7 pm." Kelton adds a comment. "Tuesday night." So Brandon replies. "Yes, Sir. Can be there Tuesday night at 7." Reply from the guys: Good. Patrick and Sal here. Enter our phone number xxx-xxx-xxxx and text us back. Brandon takes care of that immediately and fills in his dance card. He also got an note in the mail from Andy telling him that he'd still like to be his friend and that this would be kept secret from Justin. He's not sure what to do about that. He'll need advice from the Masters. It comes pretty quickly. (He has to wonder if those guys have anything else to do every day but to stalk his mind in addition to his accounts.) "thank him but tell him that you are in a trial period with a new Master and will not be able to be in touch until further notice. And create a dummy email that will be used only for him." Brandon does so and then writes that email with mixed emotions. Can he, could he, would he really want to continue his relationship with Andy? When Michelle arrives, as soon as they sit down, she asks, "You look very pensive, but not in a calm way. What's going on? "I just got an note from one of the guys who lived with Justin and who Justin used to share me with at times. He was actually nice to me most of the time. He wrote that he wants us to stay in touch and be friends." "Oh, that could be difficult if not awkward." "thanks for saying that. I was just asking myself if I really wanted to stay in touch. The Masters had me respond that I have a new Master who's trying me out and who says no contact for a while, so I sent that message. But since then I've started to wonder what my feelings are about that. And you just hit the nail on the head. Thanks." "Any time, dude!" She smiles at him, then quickly looks serious. "So, this Andy guy . . .why don't we start there?" So he talks about the roommate problem and how he met Andy when Justin brought him by to settle things, and Andy was really nice. He tells how they met, and especially how he always felt safe with he was with Andy. She asks about sex with Andy. Brandon gets really embarrassed but finally, with some coaxing, he's able to tell her how he was forced to service Andy sometimes, . . . . and then he jumps right up to the very last time and this memory makes him cry. "I know I was going to be punished for putting myself in danger, but he had turned into someone very different, it seemed, and he started in hitting hard right from the beginning and it hurt so much that I safe worded, and he screamed at me. No safe word with punishments—I had just forgotten because I was so scared at how hard he was hitting me. Then he got furious and took a more severe flogger and whipped me with it from my neck to my knees and then just left me bound there in the dark, feeling all the pain, for a long time. He came back and let me loose and that's usually when I was supposed to kneel and either kiss his feet or suck his dick. But he wouldn't let me touch him. He send me up to blow Andy. So there I was, it was clear on my face that I'd been sobbing and there were these awful welts all over my back and ass and legs, trying my best to get under control so I could suck his dick, and Andy didn't say a word about it and just used my mouth like I was a cheap whore. And so that's how things were the last time I ever saw him." "And he made you service him? He didn't offer any aftercare?" "No. Nothing. Acted as if it was just an ordinary blow job from some slut." "and when you got back to Justin?" "He just made me go to sleep." "things sure turned ugly awfully quickly." "You're telling me? It all made me feel that what I'd done was so upsetting to them that he was making me really feel how bad it had been and I deserved what I got and no aftercare." "Is that what you felt then or what you're thinking about now as you review it. Remember what we spoke about yesterday." "Yes, I understand. No, that was actually what was going through my head when I tried to go to sleep. the night I'd looked forward to all week turned out to be a horrible experience and I was too confused to let it register what had really happened." "When did you finally wake up to reality?" "After I got his email the next day. And please can we change the subject now?" "Sure, honey. Let's just sit quietly and do some deep breathing and then you can tell me what comes up, if anything." He really appreciates how thoughtful she is. He decides to ask about the collar, even though it's way off topic. But she's patient and lets him wander around sometimes. "So if you saw a man in the store wearing something like this around his neck, what would you think?" "Oh, right away I'd figure he was someone's slave." "damn!" says Brandon. "Honey, that doesn't mean your grandmother would think that? She might think it's odd, and she already knows you like to have something around your neck from when she saw you at Thanksgiving. so it might not be a big thing. Don't volunteer any explanations. Act if none is due. And if she asks you a question about it or says anything about it, then answer as simply as possible. But I wouldn't be surprised if you heard nothing at all about it." Brandon sure feels a lot better hearing what Michelle thinks. "Well I hope you're right. And I guess I could simply say it's something I chose for myself to wear. She might go for that. She knows I'm weird after all." Michelle laughs. "And Steven's offered to be your "one guy." That's cool. I'm not surprised, though. Typical Steven. Was he over here today, cause I notice your butt is red hot again. Either him or someone gave you a good thrashing." "No, it was Steven. I was planning to go two days without serving anyone, so he came by to ruin that plan and set me straight." "Set you straight about what?" "About the fact that I should keep serving guys just about every day." "I can sense that your friend Gary is going to benefit from this new understanding Steven's given you." Brandon chuckles. "But he's leaving for school tomorrow. Won't see him till spring break." "Then tell the Masters you need to find a regular until Gary's around again. And maybe they can even hook you up with someone who likes to whip ass as well." "Or offer myself to Steven. I wonder if that's allowed." "Well, ask. Now, let's go back to your memories again." And they're off. Nothing spoken about that isn't in "Sweet Subjugation." (Go read it if you haven't.) By 6, Michael and Brandon are walking up to the door of Nana's house. Open door, hugs all around, nothing said about the collar, questions about Michael's job, praise for Brandon's work---Barry's been hearing really good things. Love, love, love, peace, comfort (except for the fact that Brandon has a sore ass as usual.) Finally, G'anpa drops the bomb: "Hey, what's with that thing around your neck, pup? Pretty slick. Especially with the little loop in the back. Damn, boy, if we had a dog I'd attach its leash to you and pull you around the driveway for a bit!" Brandon chokes on his brussels sprouts. "A lot of guys are wearing things like that these days. it's another weird trend," says Michael, to the rescue. "But skintight, like that?" he asks. "Oh yes. As skin-tight as possible without cutting off circulation or anything. It's kind of like a new form of tattoo. He's got them around his wrists too. Show him, Bran." Brandon gives Michael a dirty look, but then pulls up his sleeves to show. "You know," muses G'anpa with a wicked gleam in your eye, "y'oughta be careful wearing things like that. Would make it very easy for someone to grab hold of you and use those loops to tie you up and lay you over the railroad tracks!" "What?!!!" asks Michael, very confused. "Oh, dear, Michael, he's making a joke about what used to be in the cartoons and movies back when we were younger. The villain always tied the poor maiden up and laid her over the railroad tracks unless someone paid the ransom. Some hero came forth, always, and rescued fair maiden and everything came out fine. Always the same plot." "Oh, I get it!" says Michael. Brandon remains quiet with a shy smile on his face. "Now stop this talk, you two, you're embarrassing my baby," says Nana, getting up from her seat and folding her arms around Brandon and giving him a kiss on top of his almost bald head. "don't worry, Nana, I'm gonna let it grow back in now." "Take you a couple years to get it like it was," says G'anpa, slapping his leg with mirth. Brandon sticks out his tongue at him. Great good humor all around. Special blueberry pie a la mode for desert, and the boys head home even a bit before 9. "I can't believe you made me show them my cuffs," says Brandon, flustered. "Hey, they'd see them sooner or later. Figured we might as well get it all out there while they're not making a big fuss over the whole thing." "Well I loved your explanation about tattoos," laughs Brandon.