Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2023 12:41:05 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Bosses-27

THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"

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Chapter 27. Several characters do their thing.

Chaos up north

All hell have broken loose at Justin's place when he views the recording
the Masters sent him and sees his former slave bound tightly and subjugated
by not one but four Doms driving it more deeply into the reality of its
slave nature than it has ever been before. Justin is disconsolate and
furiously angry, swearing he was going to drive down there and "rescue that
poor boy from their clutches." Finally, after hearing this for almost an
entire day, Andy finally decides it's time to give Justin a reality
check. "Justin, look at the end again. The boy is being held in the arms
for a good long hug from each of those four, and he looks like the happiest
little boy in the world." "They warped his mind," insists Justin. "Warped
his mind? Justin, come on, listen to the words they are speaking to him,
all the talk about caring for him and helping him to thrive (chapter 24),
and taking total care of him in every way possible. Sounds like a sub's
perfect dream. The kid really lucked out. And Justin, they whipped his
chest with a light whip and didn't even leave any marks, and that's all
they did. I remember the last time you beat the poor boy, his back and ass
were covered with welts that night when you sent him up to me."

Justin isn't hearing him. "Not only one guy taking care of him but fucking
FOUR? He'll be torn to pieces." All he is listening to is his own warped
thoughts and his regret at what he had done and what he had lost. "They
appear to work together well, J. And why do you think they insisted on
sending it to you? To further humiliate him? To make you know that he's in
good hands as their slave? "To make you know that their wisdom and their
skills are far beyond anything you could give the boy?"

With that, Justin has had it. FUCK YOU!!!!!! he screams as he slams the
door and goes downstairs to brood.

In the dorm, Jonny is gently shaving Austin, getting him as smooth
downstairs as he can, and Austin is enjoying what it feels like as his dick
is so hard it's purple. Jonny finished and wants Austin to go shower all
the soap off, but Austin resists: "I'm not going out there with a raging
hardon!" he insists. "Well, there's only one thing to do about that," says
Jonny, and, still on his knees from shaving, he leans in and puts his mouth
over the head of Austin's cock and Austin relaxes and moans. "the perfect
solution," he says to Jonny. "Suck me good, baby. Show me how much you love
my cock." And Jonny is definitely trying to do just that while Austin puts
his hands in Jonny's hair and runs them through it, pulling here and
there. Jonny speeds up, hungry for what Austin is going to shoot in his
mouth, and finally the time comes and Austin hisses out, "you fucking
faggot slave!" as Jonny is still swallowing what he's shot into the sub's
mouth. "yeah, that's a good boy," he says. Jonny, meanwhile, trying to
ignore what Austin called him, tells him that now he can to take a shower
cause he's not hard any longer." Austin agrees, winks at him, picks up his
towel, and he's off. But back less than 10 minutes later.

Jonny smiles when he comes back. He's trying to get up the guts to ask,
like Andy told him to. "Um, Austin, if I told you there's something else I
need to do for you, would you be okay if it grossed you out?" "Try me, I'm
not gonna get rid of you, dude," Austin replies. "Come on, faggot, what is
it?"

Jonny lowers his eyes. "Could I, like, eat your ass?" Austin doesn't say a
word. He just goes and bends over the chair, giving Jonny easy access. He's
very tentative at first, of course, but once he realizes that the only
thing he smells is the soap from the shower, he digs in further. Austin
decides to help and spreads his ass cheeks with his own hands. "It's all
yours, Jonny. Have at it," he taunts. The sight of it like that, clean and
pink and puckered, Finally Jonny is overcome with lust and dives in at it,
sucking and licking and rubbing his face in it for several minutes then
comes up for air.

"That was fucking awesome," cheers Austin. "You'll be doing a lot of that
from now on. Why did you decide to ask?"

Jonny decides to tell the truth. "Andy said I should practice how to do it
with you."

"Holy shit! he's even using me to help train you to become the faggot slave
we want."

"I hated it when you use that word," pouts Jonny.

"What? Faggot?" "No. the word `slave'" "Why? You afraid of it? Afraid
that's what you're becoming?" "Yeah," says Jonny sadly. "Well listen,
Jonny: what you did to me tonight, didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, sure," answers Jonny. "So," explains Austin, "if that's what you
really like, so far Andy hasn't decided you're not worth the trouble. And
he is most definitely a Master."

"You got that right," Jonny agreed. "Don't you see?" "Sure, I see,
Austin. But I think of the way I used to look down on Brandon and Michael,
and I'm afraid that's the way you're gonna look down on me if I'm really a
slave." Austin pats him on the back, "Hey, hey, buddy! We were friends
before all this started, and we're still friends now and we're showing each
other a good time. And second: you are a slave, dude." and he reaches out
and grabs one of Jonny's nipples. Jonny fights him off but Austin reaches
out and slaps him across the face. Jonny looks shocked. "Hey Jonny, buddy,"
says Austin, "I'm gonna start treating you like a slave even though I'm
your best friend. Isn't it better to have a Master who's your best friend
than a total stranger?" Austin goes over to him and kisses him on the lips
and gets up to leave the room. Jonny waves good-bye and then is inspired to
say, "Thank you."

Finally, back to Lipton, Saturday morning

Steven wakes up, uses the toilet, showers and shaves and has his
breakfast. Then he goes to open the closet and look at the slave imprisoned
there. Brandon looks like he was just awaken. "Time to get up, slaveboy."
He unlocks the door and opens it. "Come on out, boy.  Before I take a cane
to you!" It takes a bit for Brandon to realize where he is and as soon as
he does he moves pretty quickly, and once he's out, goes to kiss Steven's
bare feet. "There will be plenty of time for that later," he says, "Go do
what you have to do in there, and make sure you brush your teeth, then
crawl into the kitchen so I can feed you your breakfast."

Brandon wonders what kind of breakfast it will be. He's kind of hungry
after just having eggs last night. He does what he has to do in the
bathroom, washes and cleans the plug, then gets down on the floor to crawl
to Steven's kitchen. He's still so, so sleepy.

When he gets in, Steven sticks out his hand and points to a bowl on the
floor in the corner.

"Go! Eat! No hands!" Disappointed but telling himself "I am a slave, I am a
slave," he goes to put his face in the bowl and realizes it's the same food
he's been eating at home, so that makes it easier to endure this
humiliation. Once he's finished, Steven orders, "kneel up, wipe your face
with your fingers and then clean them off in your mouth, then crawl back
into the bedroom and suck my cock. Swallow down my morning load."

Once back up on the bed on all fours, Brandon struggles to get Seven's cock
in his mouth. Steven reaches down to help him and then slaps his face a
couple times. "Slow and easy, slave," He says, and this is Brandon's most
favorite way, so he easily loses himself in what he's doing for the Master,
and thinking about how lucky he is to be His slave, to be a slave to all of
them. Just then, Steven reaches up and starts playing with his already sore
nipples, very sore, and he whimpers like a puppy but that does no good at
all. "keep that slow and steady sucking on my cock, slave," Steven says
while Brandon wants to stop sucking and beg him to let them go. "I am a
slave, I am his slave," he says to himself, and continues to suck, and as a
reward, Steven lets go of the tortured nipples. Brandon keeps being
obedient, and he has little bouts of really wanting to give Steven the most
pleasure possible, which, he knows, is to just keep doing what he's doing
until Steven wants something different.

No. Things just keep staying the same, but all of a sudden waves of semen
flow into the slave's waiting mouth and it swallows and then Steven
withdraws his cock from the slave's mouth. Steven looks up at him. "You're
becoming an excellent cocksucker, slave. We are pleased with your mouth and
what it does for us. Now we will get up and I'll be in my office. You
change the sheets and make the bed again, clean up the bathroom, put the
towels and sheets in the wash and then clean the kitchen including my
breakfast dishes and yours. When you're finished with all that, I'll
release you to go home. I'll drive you myself because I'll have you take My
piss when you get back into your house."

Consider the reality of this type of life he is experiencing and how at
this point, he is really struggling to obey the domestic orders. "I never
signed on for this," he says to himself at times, but then shakes his head
at the absurdity of saying such a thing. He didn't sign on for anything. He
was virtually enslaved by them before he even knew what was happening. He
is theirs. They can use him as they wish. At least that's the theory. The
reality is something different, although the meaning of the word
"consensual" has been considerably weakened. Perhaps he should bring this
up some time. Nonetheless, he does his slave labor and realizes that he is
really pretty well-off with this very odd set of circumstances. Have you
perhaps experienced the same things in your kinky life?

It only takes the slave a little over an hour to do all it was told to
do. Steven is pleased and goes to inspect and comes back and caresses the
back of the slave's neck then around the front to stick his thumb in the
slave's mouth to suck. Finally, he says, "Let's go."

They ride in silence on the way back to Brandon's house. They get to the
house. Michael's car is gone. As soon as they enter the door, Steven
commands, "Kneel!" The slave kneels and Steven takes out his cock and rests
it between its lips and soon the sounds can be heard of a slave receiving
its Master's piss and swallowing it like a good urinal slave. Once the
slave finished by cleaning the tip of his cock, Steven put it away and left
the house, saying nothing further to the slave. Brandon is used to
it. Slaves are rarely ever thanked for the services they provide their
Masters.

Immediately he goes to brush his teeth and use mouthwash to get the taste
of Steven's piss out of his mouth, and then has a nice hot shower because
Steven hadn't allowed it at his place. He hears noise upstairs so he knows
that Michael is home from his time with this guy Oscar who he's been
seeing, twice this week, in fact. Surprising, thinks Brandon, because Oscar
is completely vanilla from what Michael has told him.

Michael with Oscar

Oscar took Michael to a very nice restaurant and they had a lovely meal and
covered many topics in their conversation. Michael is a business major and
Oscar is a manager of a large business, so they have that in
common. Finally, Oscar decides to begin the foreplay for their activities
once they get back to his place. "So don't forget that I promised you a
spanking this time," Oscar says to Michael with a gleam in his eye. Michael
immediately lowers his eyes. "Why does talking about spanking you cause you
to lower your eyes?" he asks Michael. "Been trained that way. Subs almost
always have to keep their eyes lowered unless the Dom requires eye-to-eye
contact." "Well I want to look into your lovely eyes," says Oscar, "so I
can see when they start gleaming back at me, so eyes, up, boy," he says
with a sweet smile on his face that hints of a bit of mischief. "So I'm
thinking I'd like to get you naked again on my lap like last time so I can
explore your beautiful body again, and then I can put you right over my
knees to spank you." "Sounds good," answers Michael, "whatever you want you
can have, Oscar."

"I think I want you to call me Sir for the rest of the night." "Yes, Sir,
as you wish," and he lowers his eyes again. "Eyes up, boy!" says Oscar a
little sharply. "oooo, sorry for sounding so tough." "Fine by me, Sir, you
should know that by now." "You know what, Michael, I think I'd like to keep
you naked for a long time while I still have my clothes on." "Hot!" says
Michael, lest there be any doubt about it. "I gather you're somewhat used
to being naked. Is that true?" "Yes, Sir, back up at the U, Brandon and I
were both seeing guys who required us to be naked in the room all the time,
even when others were around. Now down here, we just decided to keep doing
it." "But you were both dressed when I got there the other night," says
Oscar. "That was out of respect for you because you said you weren't
interested in anything kinky." Oscar chuckles. "Well from now on, don't
mind me. I'd rather see the two of you naked if that's what you're used
to. Don't make any exceptions for me any longer." Michael smiles at him. "I
want to be naked when you suck my cock tonight, Michael, so I'll have to
strip after I'm done spanking you." The waiter comes to the table just as
he's saying that, and the waiter starts blushing.

Michael picks up on that and says to the waiter, "don't mind us. He does
that to me sometimes. I need it." "You like it," adds Oscar. The waiter
looks like he's about to crack up as he puts the check on the table,
accurately guessing that Oscar is the man in this couple. "Me and my
girlfriend tried that one time but we couldn't really get into it," he
says. "Which one of you got spanked?" "She did," he replies. "Well then,"
says Michael, "why don't you try it the other way? You might find out that
you like it." "Hmmm," says the waiter as he gets away from the table as
quickly as possible. Both Michael and Oscar giggle about that. "Seriously
now," says Oscar, looking deeply into Michael's eyes, "when I'm enjoying
you naked on my lap, boy, is there any part of your body I should pay
.. um...special attention to besides your ass?" Michael hesitates. "Come
one, baby, tell me your secrets and then I'll decide whether or not to do
them. don't be shy right now, boy." Michael looks into Oscar's eyes and can
only mumble "nipples, pulling balls, slapping anywhere." "I'll keep that in
mind, boy. Let's get going now. I'm getting horny." "Yes, Sir," says
Michael, and follows Oscar outside. Oscar puts his hand around the back of
Michael's neck and guides him to the car, then opens the door to let him
in. As they're driving back to Oscar's, he continues the kinky
conversation. "I noticed that Brandon has a band around his neck and also
bands around his wrists. Never saw anything like that." "It just happened
this week." "Any significance." "Oh yes, Brandon's been collared as a guy's
slave and there are rings on the back of the collar and the wrists so he
can be tied up or bound." "You ever been collared?" asks Oscar. "No," he
replies, "Sir."

"I'm thinking, shouldn't a better answer be `not yet, Sir'?" "Perhaps,"
says Michael, but Oscar can't see how much he is blushing in the dark. "the
same thing can be said for me," says Oscar. "For example, if the waiter had
come to me and asked me if I ever spanked a guy, I would have had to say
`not yet' tonight. But soon, and I must admit that for some strange reason
I'm looking forward to it." He turns his head briefly and winks at
Michael. "Watch the road, Sir, please," retorts Michael. "Please never do
anything that you aren't looking forward to, Oscar. I'm not expecting
anything like that." "Well, let's say, Michael, that it seems I'm growing
interested in exploring some things with you, trying to find out what makes
you tick." "Well, Sir, at least you know that you have here a very willing
subject to explore with, whatever it may be." "I'll keep that in mind,"
says Oscar, as he lightly slaps his right hand on Michael's thigh. Michael
automatically opens his legs and Oscar slaps the inside. "You did say `slap
anywhere,' didn't you?" "Yes I did, Sir," answers Michael as his blood
starts thumping within him. He thinks to himself, "this is more fun and
hotter than anything I did up at the U. I'm so glad we're away from there
now."

As soon as they walk in the door, Oscar shuts and locks the door and then
puts his hand back on Michael's neck and somewhat forcibly pushes him into
the living room and starts opening the buttons on Michael's shirt. Michael
reaches down to open the belt on his pants and Oscar stops
him. "don't. I'll strip you the way I want to." "Okay," whispers
Michael. "Hey, I think I don't want you to talk any more for a while. Just
relax and submit. Let me explore the way I want to. Pretend we're at a
slave market and I'm considering purchasing you to be My body slave."
Michael starts to breathe heavily. "Good boy." Oscar gets Michael's shirt
completely off and lays it over the arm of the couch. "Take off your shoes
and socks. From now on, wear only flip-flops when you're with me unless
there's snow on the ground." Michael stoops down to do that Oscar told him
to do and lays the shoes and socks aside. Oscar takes him by the hand to
help him to stand up again, and then leans in and kisses him. Oscar's
kisses are so sweet, so warm, so tender, and Michael loves the way he
gently forces his tongue into Michael's mouth to explore
everywhere. Meanwhile, Oscar opens Michael's belt and then pulls it out of
his pants and doubles it over and shakes it mockingly at Michael, then
shakes his head no. "No, not yet, he assures Michael. He opens the pants
and says to Michael, "Lose the pants."

Soon Oscar is sitting in his chair with Michael on his lap clad in nothing
but his boxer shorts. Oscar feels Michael's cock and balls through the
underwear and even slaps him lightly there and Michael inhales
quickly. "I'm in the mood to do a lot of special exploring. If anything
gets to be too much or frightens you, just say AVACADO and I'll stop it."
Michael nods his head and Oscar kisses him again while running his hand up
Michael's chest until he finds a nipple and lightly toys with it and
Michael can't help but groaning. Then Oscar surprises him. He leans down
and take the nipple between his teeth and plays with it with his tongue
before starting to nip it repeatedly paying close attention to the way
Michael is breathing. The other nipple gets the same treatment while Oscar
sticks his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers and gently tugs on
the boy's pubic hair, noting there isn't much of it. "You ever been shaved,
boy?" Michael nods his head. "I'd like to see that," as he pulls the hair a
bit more and grazes the tip of Michael's hard cock with two fingers, making
Michael shudder. "Forget it, boy, you're not cumming tonight. My cock is
the only one that is getting any attention tonight. It's only right and
proper. Boys like you shouldn't be allowed to cum too often. I'll let you
cum the fifth time you're with me."

These words are plunging right into Michael's inner sub nature. Oscar goes
back to Michael's nipples, biting a bit harder each time, listening to
Michael's groans and then whimpers. "Wow! I really like your nipples,
Michael. I'm always going to pay special attention to them." And with that,
he uses his fingers again until he is finally able to get Michael to cry
out loud and he immediately stops and puts his lips to Michael's and
salivates into his mouth. "Drink that down like a good boy and I'll give
you some more," he says. Michael swallows and Oscar eagerly goes back to
his mouth to make out and eventually he gives the boy another load of
spit. "Keep that in your mouth this time, boy. Hold me in your mouth while
I spank you." And with that, he quickly flips Michael so that he's over his
knees, ass up, and he pushes Michael's head down as far as it can go. He
pulls down the boy's underpants until his entire ass is exposed. He
explores Michael's ass with his fingers, noticing how the touch is making
the boy tremble. He takes one finger and runs it up Michael's crack and
then to his hole which he encircles with his probing finger. "Next time I'm
going in there, Michael. And I want to watch you lube yourself up good
after I spank you. Yeah, next time, boy. Spank you then fuck you. Claim you
as my bitch!" He starts lightly spanking. "this is what you've been waiting
for, boy, what your flesh is crying out for. I never thought of spanking a
guy before, but there's something about that just calls out for it, that
needs it badly." All the while he's talking, he's spanking side after side,
continually getting more adept at striking the boy's ass, noticing the
color and the handprints forming on his backside. He stops briefly and rubs
the boy's ass with his hands then pulls the underpants down all the way and
begins spanking the boy a bit below his ass when he sits and keeps up the
action down his legs a bit, then back up to his ass and now he's hitting
really hard and Michael is crying out and writhing on Oscar's lap, feeling
like a naughty schoolboy whipped by his Master. Oscar really picks up the
pace and Michael never knows for sure where the next blow will land. His
cries are getting higher in pitch and Oscar finds the most sensitive spots
to concentrate on. He gets and idea and then repeatedly spanks Michael on
one spot a bit below his ass, the same spot again and again and again, more
and more fiercely, and finally Michael begins actually crying, but Oscar
doesn't stop yet, wanting to see how far he can push the boy. Finally,
Michael is sobbing and Oscar stops spanking him and takes him in his arms
so the boy can sob right into his shirt while Oscar rubs circles on his
back. "Good boy," he says, and gently puts Michael down on the floor where
he continues to sob as Oscar stands up and strips off his clothing.

"Crawl after me into the bedroom, boy." says Oscar and Michael is shocked
at how easily Oscar is adopting the Dom role and crawling after him with
his ass on fire is something he will always remember. Oscar stands at the
foot of the bed as Michael crawls up to him. "I like watching you crawl
like that, especially with your head bowed the way you did it. I guess
that's how someone trained you. So now that you're here, Michael, kiss my
feet and then kiss your way up my legs until you get to my balls. I shaved
them this morning so they be nice and smooth for you. Lick all around them,
take them into your mouth one at a time, then try to take them both in at
once. Come on up, boy, service the man who spanked your ass and made you
sob. Show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing to you.

And Michael worships Oscar's nice smooth balls and yearns to move to his
cock. Finally, Oscar gives the command. "Now, boy, suck my cock. Get your
mouth over my head and play with it with your tongue, . . . . . .nice
. . . . yes, Michael...go down on me, show me how much you are queer for my
dick, boy...suck it good or you'll get another spanking, boy. that's
it. take good care of me, cocksucker. oh yes, so fucking nice. All the way
down boy, let me hear you gag on my cock. . . . . Michael goes as far as he
can until he gags. Oscar puts his hand on the back of Michaels head and
pushes it down and holds it there, listening to Michael choke, then lets go
and Michael shoots off his cock and catches his breath. "That was hot,
Michael. Do it again?" he asks. Michael takes a deep breath and takes
Oscar's cock in his mouth again and goes all the way down again, giving
Oscar permission to press him in until he can't breathe, and Oscar does it
again and this time holds him until Michael is forced to grab his arms and
beg for release. Oscar releases him and Michael pulls back and chokes,
pulling up phlegm and saliva in a string from Oscar's cock to his
mouth. "Look at the mess you made, boy. Clean it up for me, will you, like
a good cocksucker." Michael licks and sucks up what is remaining. Oscar
steps back and sits on the bed, spreading his legs. "A little more time on
my balls, boy, and then you'll get your reward from my dick. Worship those
balls, faggot! Show me how hungry you are for my private parts." And
Michael goes wild on him until Oscar pushes his head gently away. "Okay,
cocksucker, now what I want you to do is jerk off my cock with your mouth
and throat. don't gag. Use a tight mouth and a lot of tongue and milk the
cum out of me, boy. Yeah, just like that!"

Michael loses his mind as he sucks Oscar's cock and slurps it until the
golden moment comes and Oscar cries out "Take it, slut! Drink down my cum!"
And Michael gets a lot to swallow and as he swallows Oscar's semen he also
swallows any pride he thought he had.

Finally, Oscar pushes Michael up off his cock. "Stay on the floor. I've got
to go piss. You can go after me."

Michael can't believe the way he feels with his aching nipples and blazing
ass and he feels more like a slave than he ever did with all those
so-called Masters, and he listens to Oscar while he's pissing and realizes
that some day Oscar will be pissing in his mouth and all of a sudden it
feels right. "Let's not rush things too much," he says to himself.

Oscar comes back and asks Michael to crawl into the bathroom and then to
crawl back again and Michael does so. After he pisses, he crawls back to
the bed and Oscar is already under the covers and he says, "You did a good
job, boy. Come up here and rest in my arms like a good boy and I'll take
good care of you tonight."

Ah! wonderful! Michael gets into the bed and Oscar immediately lets him lie
with his head on Oscar's shoulder. Oscar kisses his forehead. "I hope you
had a good time, because I certainly did. there's just something about you,
baby. You're bringing things out of me that I never realized I had. I don't
know if it's just you, or if you're turning me into a Dom. But I think I'll
stick with you for now. You have permission to speak now, Michael."

"Oh, man, this was so hot, so wonderful, Oscar. Thank you so much for being
willing to experiment with things you never thought of before. You're one
of the best, Sir. God's honest truth."

"I need some more ideas. Can you recommend something for me to read about
this stuff?"

"Have you ever read the Alex Chronicles? Alex and Billy?"

"No. I've heard of it but I've never had a chance. Alex was the slave,
right?"

"Yes. I have a copy of the whole book as a pdf. I'll email it to you if you
want."

"Definitely. But you might regret it if I decided to act like Billy."

"if you decided to act like Billy, I'll . . . " Michael stops speaking.

"You'll what?"

"I'll want to give myself to you."

"Really?"

"Yes, Oscar. Really."

"Well, let's sleep for now. Turn around so I can spoon you, baby." And when
he does, Oscar kisses the back of his neck and then as he puts his arms
around Michael, he slides his hands up to tease the boy's nipples some more
and Michael groans loudly and pushes his nipples into Oscar's fingers.

"You giving them to me, boy?"

"Yes, Sir. Whatever you want."

Oscar works them until Michael almost breaks into crying again, then he
stops. "SShh!" he says. Maybe in the morning if you're a good boy, I'll let
you suck my cock again. Would you like that, cocksucker?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

"Good boy. Tell me, can you fall asleep like this or do I have to let you
go?"

"Please keep holding me, Oscar. I'll sleep real good."

Oscar reaches down and takes Michael's balls in his hand and pulls and
squeezes them. "Next time, more attention to your balls. Next time, you'll
be getting fucked too. Maybe even more."

"Anything you want, Sir, anything at all."

"Send me the book when you get home tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir."

And together they drift off to sleep.