Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2023 19:30:10 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Bosses-3

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

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Chapter 3. Hanging with Gavin

Note to reader: At the end of book 2, "Sweet Submission," Brandon had some
bad experiences that will be discussed in this book. However, if you
haven't read all of "Sweet Submisssion," I suggest you go and read the last
5 chapters so you'll have a sense of what will be talked about here.

Now, to the story:

The sun is high in the sky when brandon finally wakes up to see the light
of day. Andrew is already up and dressed and has some cereal cooking on the
stove.

"Go brush your teeth, brandon and come into the kitchen. I want to feed my
bare boy some breakfast. There is a white robe on the back of the door for
you to wear because it's drafty in here."

The robe is big and comfy. When brandon gets to the kitchen, Andrew is
stirring what's in the pot.

"What's in the pot?" brandon asks.

"Some oatmeal for me to feed to the bare boy." he replies.

That triggers a memory and brandon shudders. "What was that?" Andrew
noticed.

"A memory came up about oatmeal."

"Did he feed you oatmeal for breakfast?'

"The last several times, he'd just put the oatmeal in a bowl and set it on
the floor in the corner and I had to bow down to eat it like a dog."

"Did you enjoy doing that?"

"Not really."

"So why did you agree?"

"Because I was His slave, that's what He wanted, and sometimes slaves have
to surrender to the Master's ways of humiliating them, like it or not."

"So what turned you on was the idea more than the reality?"

"I guess you could say that. What turned me on was `being His slave,'
whatever it took."

"Had you done that often?"

"No. He was the one who was training me to be His slave. And at first it
was turning me on a lot, and then I started falling for Him because He was
so patient and caring with me, and then it all got mixed up together."

"And did He always stay patient and caring?"

"No. Broke my heart when He told me that He only loved me because I was His
slave and because I drank His piss."

"Ouch!"

"He knew I had fallen in love with Him and I guess He just started taking
advantage of that, bit by bit, and it kept getting more demanding and the
punishments more frequent. I didn't realize what was happening until He
rubbed my face in it at the end."

 "Bit by bit."

"Yes. It was like the old thing about putting a frog in water and then
heating it up slowly and the frog never realizes that its being boiled to
death because it was bit by bit."

"Of course. Brandon, I want to hear more of this but not right now because
Gavin is coming over in a little while and he'll want to hear what you have
to say as well."

"Oh Gavin's coming? That's nice. I like Gavin."

"We know." Andrew sniggers.

"Oh."

Andrew shows brandon where to sit and then takes a big "baby bib" and puts
it around his neck. "don't want to spill any oatmeal on the robe," he
explains. He fixes the bowl. "Cream and sugar?"

"Yes, please."

"I'll put it on the table and you can fix it the way you like."

"thank you, Sir. Oops! Sorry!"

"That's ok, pup. It's bound to slip out from time to time. I know you know
I'm not trying to be your Sir."

Brandon smiles at him when he puts the bowl on the table. "Smells good." He
fixes it the way he likes and is just about to take a spoonful when Andrew
sits down right next to him and takes the bowl away.

"I said I would feed you breakfast, boy."

"May I ask a personal question?"

"Certainly. I may not answer but you certainly may ask."

"Are you, . . . um . . . into `littles'?"

"Littles, babies, toddlers, bare young boys like you, even adolescents as
long as they're not naughty. Not into spanking."

"Ah. Now it makes sense. Thank you for explaining it."

"I don't see you as anything but, like I said, a bare young boy and I
expect you to act accordingly. There are other ways to punish besides
spanking. Besides, spanking you wouldn't be much of a punishment because
you would enjoy it too much."

They both laugh.

"Well then, I promise I'll be a good boy."

Andrew puts some oatmeal on a spoon and moves it towards brandon's
mouth. "Open up, boy." Brandon looks a little surprised but then gets right
into it because he knows it will please Andrew. It's all part of Brandon's
submissive nature, to try to please those he sees as Superior Men. Like
Andrew. And probably Gavin as well. He opens his mouth and lets Andrew
actually pour the oatmeal into his open mouth rather than taking it himself
from the spoon. He notices the sparkle in Andrew's eye when he does that,
so he continues to do it for the rest of the meal.

"Oh, I forgot." Andrew gets up from the table and gets something out of the
refrigerator. A sippy cup. "apple juice," he says as he sits down again and
hands the cup to Brandon.

"thank you, Daddy," says Brandon, taking the cup and sipping from it. Yes
indeed. The word "daddy" also pleased Andrew, so that's the way it will be
when they're alone together.

Andrew fed him more oatmeal. "You are a good boy indeed," he says.

"Don't want to get punished, Daddy."

"Did you get punished a lot with him?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"It really hurt bad. It was always beyond my limits. Almost always His
strap. Not many lashes, though. Just a couple would leave me crying and
sobbing. He liked that. He called it my "music."

"What were you punished for? Why?"

"He said that punishment was the best form of quick behavior modification
and I found it to be true. If I got punished for doing something I never
tried doing it again. So it did work."

"And were you turned off?"

"No. Never. Again it was a situation where the idea was more a turnon than
the reality. But I was always turned on whenever I realized that I was His
slave and that He had the right to train me however He wanted, and that
meant punishment."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking questions again." Just then the phone
rings.

"Oh hello, Gavin. We're just about finishing up breakfast. Brandon and I
keep talking about his past and I keep stopping him because I know you'd
like to hear it as well as long as he's in the mood to talk about it."

"I appreciate that. So have you let him know why I'm coming over?"

"I haven't, no. Do you want me to?"

"Please. Just in case he's not really up for it."

"Good point. Please just hold a second. . . . " Andrew turns to Brandon."
Gavin says that you've told him about things that turn you on, things you
really enjoy having done to you. He's offering to come over and try some of
them out on you without a Master/slave dynamic, if that is something you
might be interested in, but if you're not ready for it, that's fine as
well."

"Tell him to definitely please come over," says Brandon, already getting
turned on by how nice Gavin is being to him.

"The boy sounds pretty eager, Gavin. I guess that's a green light."

"Excellent. I suspected as much when we were at the club. So, say 20
minutes? Will that be enough for you to finish up."

"That would be fine. But I'm not sticking around while you're playing with
the boy. I've got some errands to run anyway. How long do you think you'll
work on the boy?"

"Two hours max."

"Okay, fine. Then I'll leave when you get here and come back two hours
later."

"Excellent, buddy. Take a look at Brandon. I'll be he's already getting a
certain look in his eyes."

"You've got that right!"

Gavin laughs. "I'm glad he's willing. He needs to get back on the horse, if
you know what I mean."

"I agree. Good for you for seeing that. Good timing, dude."

They hang up.

Andrew turns to Brandon with a paternalistic look. "Now you're sure about
this? Sure you're ready?"

"Sure, Andrew. Have been for a while but didn't know if I should approach
Gavin about it. I'm glad he decided without my having to ask."

"Gavin is a very perceptive man, Brandon. You can count on it."

"So do you think I won't need safe words?"

"That's for the two of you to decide. Not my scene."

"Wow. J was starting to take mine away. Tried to convince me that it's time
I should just trust Him."

"J?"

"that's what I've decided to call Him."

"Good solution."

"Is it okay if I go to take a quick shower?"

"Baby, you don't need to ask for permission. Sure. Go ahead. But put the
robe back on when you're done. I think Gavin would like to see you in it."

"unless he orders me to drop it."

"Um . . . . "

"I know, Andrew. Not your scene. You're a sweetheart!" Brandon gives him a
peck on the cheek and goes to take his shower. He's out and dry and back in
the robe long before Gavin arrives.

He sits drinking another cup of coffee when there is suddenly a knock on
the door. "Come in," yells Andrew from the other room.

Brandon stands up to greet Gavin when he comes in the door. And gasps when
he sees him. Gavin is wearing boots, freshly pressed jeans with a leather
belt, a tight black t-shirt, dark sunglasses and leather police-style
hat. Brandon wants to collapse to the ground at his feet, but Gavin doesn't
allow it because he is enjoying the sight of Brandon's naked body.

"Well, don't you look nice! And look at that shiny head of yours! Decided
to go all the way, I see."

"Yes. The exact opposite of what J used to enjoy."

"So you don't have to worry now about him coming to kidnap you and lock you
away in his dungeon?"

"Shit! Do you think He'd really do that?"

"Oh baby, don't start worrying about things like that. I called a friend I
know up there and he tells me that the word in the clubs is that Justin is
back and meaner than ever."

"We're calling him J now," says Andrew as he comes into the kitchen with
his coat on and gives Gavin a hug."

"Really?" asks Brandon.

"Apparently. It's a good thing you got out when you did."

"Well, I could see it coming. Quickly, too. Ever since . . . oh wait, we're
not talking about this right now."

"that's fine, boy," says Andrew. "We're both here now. What were you going
to say?"

"He'd gone away for ten days on some kind of business trip for His
father. Something happened to him during that trip. When He got back, it
was like He was a different person. Cold. Super critical. Impatient. And He
flogged the shit out of me for something stupid and when I tried to use my
safe word, He told me the safe word was useless because He was punishing
me. He started beating me even harder. And then sent me off right away to
blow one of His friends. I would have gotten away then except I was naked
and J had all my clothes. The marks and welts didn't clear up for almost
three weeks after."

"Well no flogging today, then," says Gavin, "but there will be plenty of
other things."

"that's it. I'm out of here. Have a good time, you guys. don't bleed all
over the rug." and Andrew is gone.

Gavin and Brandon both chuckle together.

Brandon looks a little nervous. "So, how . . . "

"SShh! For now, you are boy and I am Sir."

"Yes, Sir."

"Come here."

Brandon walks up to Gavin, still a little nervous. Gavin reaches out to
shake his hand. Brandon isn't surprised, because he's been doing that with
him in the club as well. They shake hands. Then Gavin reaches out and opens
the belt to Brandon's robe and opens it up to look at the boy's body.

"Wow. You are adorable. And so nice and bare." Gavin reaches in and runs
his fingers over the boy's pubic area and around his balls. Brandon moans
and automatically opens spreads his legs a bit.

"You're used to making yourself available, I see."

"Yes, Sir."

"then lose the robe." Brandon lets it fall off his shoulders and onto the
floor, then picks it up and lies it across a chair.

"Better. Hands in the air." Brandon obeys.

Gavin runs his fingers over the boy's armpits. "thorough job. Good for
Andrew. Turn around."

Brandon obeys. "Bend and spread `em." Brandon takes this humiliating
position. Gavin inspects the boy's crack and hole with his fingers as
well. "Excellent. Every trace of manhood has been stripped from you. That
should put you in a cooperative mood, boy."

"Yes, please, Sir. Whatever You want, Sir."

"Kneel, slaveboy, like you should before a Superior Man."

Brandon takes a deep breath and kneels, keeping his eyes cast down to the
floor. Gavin runs his fingertips over the boy's shaved head and down his
face to under his chin and then puts his thumb into the boy's mouth.

"Suck. Show me how you plan to please me." Brandon runs his tongue over
Gavin's thumb as if he's pleasing the crown of his cock.

"Listen carefully to what I want to tell you, slave: Normally, in the bdsm
world, before a Dom and a sub begin to play together they have several
conversations about the sub's needs and limits and anything the Dom wants
to say, and only after this negotiation do they actually meet together for
any playing. You and I have already had those conversations and I have
learned a lot about you and what you need and like. You have given me a lot
of information and information is power. I have a lot of power over you
because of what you've told me. Perhaps you didn't think that one day you
would be serving as my slave, but that doesn't matter. But before we begin
tonight, I want you to remember that you and I are friends first, Sir and
slave second. I know you need to think of yourself as a slave, and that is
what you are for me tonight. My slave. However, I forbid you to call me
Master. That is a bad word for you to use after all that has happened to
you. I am Gavin and you may call me Sir. You are my slave and I expect the
humility and obedience of a reasonably well-trained slave and I will,
indeed, punish you if I feel it is necessary. Now pick up that robe and go
put it back to where you found it and then get down on the ground and crawl
into Andrew's play room.

When Brandon gets to the play room Gavin has already opened his case of
"toys' and begins by binding the slave's balls with a parachute and clips
some weights to it so there is a gentle tug on the boy's balls probably
less than he's used to. While Brandon is preoccupied with that, Gavin takes
a pair of leather gloves and uses them to crisply strike the boy on his
face, hitting harder and harder each time, back and forth and the slave
tries to cry out "thank You, sir," but can't quite keep up and Gavin sees
the beginning of tears in the slave's eyes so he lightens up the blows for
now.

He takes the two fuzzy manacles that Andrew has and instructs the boy to
fasten them around his wrists. Then he clips the boy's wrists to cables
hanging from the ceiling and raises the cables to that the boy's arms are
stretched over his head, leaving the boy hanging there with no way to
escape anything Gavin wishes to do to him. A soft leather collar goes
around the slave's neck and is itself attached to another cable. "Comfy?"
he asks Brandon. Yes, Sir, the slave answers and his eyes are opened wide
and filled with a bit of fear mixed with anticipation. "Make sure you let
me know if your hands or arms start to go numb. Some subs can't tolerate
being hung like this and I don't want you damaged." "Yes, Sir," this slave
believes it can handle being hung like this."

And so, the slave is bound and stretched from its toes to the top of its
head, open and vulnerable to anything Gavin wishes to do to him. "there
will be plenty of time for to grovel like the lowly slave you believe you
are, but first I want to enjoy your body this way."

He runs his hands up and down the slave's chest, stopping at its nipples
and leans in to take a taste of them and nibble gently as he begins to take
possession of the slave's young flesh. Brandon thrusts out his nipples as
he's been trained to in the past and Gavin is impressed with his ability to
surrender himself for the Superior's enjoyment. Gavin goes to his case and
takes out two clamps with dials on them and affixes them to the boy's
nipples, dialing them up to a point that causes Brandon to inhale through
his teeth. "Perfect," says Gavin. "I like hearing you breathe this way."

"This slave's nipples are Yours, Sir." Brandon struggles a bit to get the
words out. "SShh!. No need for you to make any statements at all except for
your safe words as needed. Yellow and Red as your former Master assigned
you."

Once he sees that Brandon has adjusted to the pain, he dials the clamps up
two more clips and Brandon emits a light yelp and Gavin smiles at
him. "Even better. Let's give you a bit of a pain bath now, boy." He adds
more weight to the ball parachute and Brandon struggles, wanting to bend
his knees more but unable to due to the way his arms are extended above his
body.

"You look beautiful like this, boy. The only thing missing is the traces of
tears making their way down your face, but that shall happen soon
enough. For now, I just want to sit back and enjoy the sight." And he
actually sits in a seat about 6 feet from the slave's body. And waits
patiently, watching the slave's eyes at all times. "You are strikingly a
beautiful specimen, slave. I could fetch a high price for you on the market
if I decided to make away with you and exhibit you for public display in a
club where boys like you are regularly traded and even sold. Think of
that."

Brandon does think of it, and his cock is hard as a rock—something he
has never experienced before in the scenes with J. But this is a new time,
and a new situation, and he knows inside that Gavin would never harm him
even though he is enjoying settling into the fantasy that he now belongs to
Gavin and Gavin indeed has the right to give him away or even get cash for
him. The silence in this scene gives Brandon the freedom to enter into any
fantasy world he wishes, and his finds himself sinking into a benevolent
form of sub space. There is no fear. Only trust. And gratitude to the Man
who is making him feel owned once again.

"You told me your favorite instrument is the crop, boy," says Gavin. "I'm
just wondering if it will still be a favorite of yours when I'm done using
it. I promised you a `pain bath' and that is what I intend to give you. And
you know the way things should be: fake nothing, boy. Show me how lovely
you look when pressed up against the limits of your endurance."

Gavin waits a bit longer for these ideas to settle into the boy's spirit
until he actually appears to be a bit afraid. Gavin enjoys the site. "I see
your fear, slave, a fear common to all truly owned slaves. Be afraid of
what I have the power to do to you as you are trussed up like this."

He goes to his case and takes out a crop of the highest quality with a
vicious-looking lash at the end of it. He cracks the crop through the air
several times and decides to shock the boy with pain that he'll not be able
to endure easily.

One sharp lash to each of the boy's bare armpits and it cries out in shock
and pain. While the slave is still absorbing the pain, Gavin places a hood
over its shaved head, covering its eyes but allowing room for tears to form
and make their way down its face when the time is right.

Slowly, definitely, Gavin slowly lashes the boy's body, constantly changing
the location of each blow. Chest, groin, back, ass, legs front and back and
even one blow on the slave's neck above its collar. Over the next several
minutes Gavin lashes the slave's body over forty times and now the slave is
crying out and the tears are beginning to fall. Gavin even lashes the boy's
cheeks where the tears are falling and the boy cries out in shock because
it has never been beaten on its face before.

"that's right, slave. I intend to claim your body in ways it has never been
claimed before. Sing for me the way you once sang for another. I enjoy your
music, slave."

Back to the case. Out comes a bag of clothespins. Two are placed on each
side of the nipple clamps, several on its stretched ball sac and then more
in various places where Gavin can catch hold of bits of flesh here and
there. Gavin dials up greater intensity to the clamps and the slave begins
to howl as it adjusts to ever increasing amounts of merciless pain.

You deserted one Master but now you cannot escape the need for Superior Men
everywhere to see you suffer the way boys like you are meant to suffer."
And with that, he sits back again to enjoy the slave's struggles and
watches as it surrenders into the fear that Gavin may indeed be
merciless. Nonetheless, it does not use a safe word.

"I am pleased with your courage, boy. I'm now going to remove the
clothespins. You know the pain will increase when I do that. Suck it into
your body like a good slave."

One by one, Gavin removes the cpins, taking time before each removal to
allow the slave to process the pain.

Finally, once all have been removed, Gavin adjusts the chains and the
slave's arms are lowered to its waist. Then the chain connected to the
collar is lowered as well.

"Get down on your knees, slave, and listen to what I am doing."

With some difficulty, Brandon manages to get on his knees. There is still
some play in the chains so he realizes he might be able to bow to the
ground when ordered to do so. He hears Gavin pull down his zipper and then
what sounds like him pissing into some kind of cup. It is a cup with a
one-way nozzle attached to it which can only be opened by sucking.

Gavin speaks. "Pay attention, slave. I am making sure that everyone around
here knows your former Master trained you as His personal urinal. I'm sure
that the next Master who claims you will be pleased to know that He doesn't
have to about training you all over again. However, now that you are a
Urinal for your Masters, this means you are now a piss-drinker and will
from time to time have to taste the piss of other Superior Men. Taste mine
now." He holds up the cup and inserts the tube into the slave's
mouth. "Suck on the tube and swallow My piss. You do the work to get the
piss, showing Me just how low you are, how thirsty for piss any Man might
be kind enough to put into your mouth. Suck it, boy!"

Brandon sucks a little and then gets visibly upset at he tastes Gavin's
piss. Nonetheless, he doesn't safe word.

"Swallow, boy. Understand that you are still a slave even if no Master has
yet claimed you."

Brandon swallows and the damn bursts as he begins sobbing again.

Gavin places something on the floor. It is a weighted dildo about eight
inches long.

"Bow down as far as you can, slave. Let's see how close you can get to the
ground."

Brandon does as instructed. "Feel around for the dildo and take it into
your mouth and go down on it as far as you can." Brandon does so, about
four inches down. His hands are behind his back, still raised into the air
a bit.

Gavin releases the chain attached to the slave's collar. "Go down again, as
far as you can, slave."

Six, almost seven now. Gavin releases the chain a bit more. "Now you can go
all the way down onto the silicone cock. Let me hear you gag, slave."

Brandon goes down and indeed does gag. "Good boy. Now, up and down in a
steady rhythm, down as far as you can go each time.

Each time Brandon gags. After a few tries he backs off and gets his mouth
totally off the dildo.

"Oh my, you must need some more lubrication. Open your mouth, slave."
Brandon opens and Gavin spits into his mouth several times, then reinserts
the tube attached to the piss cup. "Suck, slave, lubricate your throat with
My piss." Brandon hesitates. Gavin quickly picks up the crop, goes behind
the slave and starts beating it on its ass. "I will keep beating you until
you have filled your mouth with My piss, slave." Moaning and weeping,
Brandon sucks in more piss and then gulps it down.

"Good. Always something that gives a Dom great pleasure, hearing a slave
gulp His piss. Take some more." Brandon does. Gavin removes the tube.

"Okay, slave, back down on the cock again. Ten times." Gavin sits and
counts out loud. After the slave has gone down ten times Gavin allows it to
back away from the cock.

"One more thing to help you feel more debauched, slave." Gavin takes out a
carved piece of Ginger root, goes behind the slave and shoves it up the
slave's ass. "Ginger."

Before long the slave begins to moan, then cry. Gavin puts the tube back in
its mouth. "Suck, pig!"

Brandon sucks, out of his mind by the discomfort and the humiliation, and
gulps it down.

"Good slave. Now, ten times more down on the cock. Do it and that will be
enough for the day."

Brandon goes down, Gavin counts, then fully releases the chains.

"Grovel, slave, the way you were trained by a Master who wasn't good enough
for you. Nonetheless, show how well you were trained to be a good humbled
slaveboy."

Brandon grovels. Gavin sits to watch. it is almost time for Andrew to come
back.

Gavin detaches the chains completely, removes the collar and the manacles
then helps the slave to stand. He removes the parachute and holds the boy
in His arms. Brandon realizes that Gavin has not removed his clothing. He
alone is naked. He sobs onto Gavin's shoulder and eventually says, Thank
you, Sir."

"You're a good boy, Brandon, and you did very well. I'll look forward to
the next time. But now go and brush your teeth, remove the ginger and use
the toilet. Stay naked. It becomes you and I enjoy looking at you. You're
one fucking hot teenager."

Brandon secretly is happy that Gavin keeps him naked. It's almost like old
times, the good part at least.  While Brandon is in the bathroom, Gavin
goes into the kitchen and makes fresh cups of coffee.

When Brandon limps into the kitchen, Gavin is standing there and holds out
his hand for Brandon to shake, then hands him a fresh cup of coffee and
gestures for him to sit down.

"I think I'd rather stand right now," says Brandon.

"I didn't give you a choice, boy. I told you to sit."

Brandon sits, painfully, trying to favor the ass cheek which was beaten the
most.

"I hope that will hold you for a while, but do not hesitate to ask for
further, "attention" this way in the future if you're not getting worked
over by anyone else. It's important for you to keep returning to your
reality as a slaveboy unless you decide to give the whole thing up."

"It was just what I needed, except for the piss."

"Piss is non-negotiable with you, boy. You `ve been broken to it and as
long as you continue to insist on identifying yourself as a slave, anyone
who knows your history will know that you are now a piss-drinker, just like
I said. Even if it is the most unpleasant part of your existence, any
Superior Man who knows what you are will insist on it. That's just the way
it will be from now on."

"I figured you'd say something like that, Gavin; I guess it's something I
can never escape."

"That's right. Not if you identify as a slave. Although it might not be a
bad idea for you to experience some good old fashioned vanilla sex every
now and again."

"Well, anyway, you brought me where I needed to be for a while now. I can't
thank you enough."

Gavin smiles at him. "the pleasure was all mine, Brandon. And I'd rather
you ask for more rather than subject yourself to any kind of dangerous
situation or any situation that threatens to upset the emotional stability
you are looking for after all that happened."

"I appreciate your offer. It really helps me feel a lot safer."

"Hey, that's what friends are for!"

And, as if by cue, Andrew opens the door and comes in with a couple of
packages and three sandwiches from a local sub shop.

The three enjoy their lunch together. When it is over, Andrew says to
Brandon, "I'd like us to continue the conversation we started earlier about
your experience back up north. Being naked for us will help inspire you to
tell us more. In fact, let's all go lie on the bed with you between us so
you feel good and safe with two caring Superior Men."