Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2023 13:56:27 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-34 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 34. Tuesday night with the Twins The next evening Brandon is standing at the door of a beautiful mansion-like home. The door is opened by a very attractive, early 30-something, well-built, blazing blue eyes, shining blond hair man dressed in a track suit, who smiles at him and says, "You must be the boy. I am Sal. Call me Sir. Follow me," and walks into the kitchen, takes a bottle of water from the fridge and tosses it to Brandon, then goes through a door, says "carefully" to Brandon, and then takes carpeted stairs leading to the basement, which is finished as a BDSM playroom. Brandon is in awe of the place. It looks actually like a showroom in a BDSM store, but it's all theirs. He sees another man standing there who looks just like Sal, in joggers and a t-shirt, who looks at him seriously and says, "I am Patrick. Call me Master." "Jackpot!" he says to himself. There is a little area set off to the side with comfortable-looking black leather furniture, a little table, and even a little fountain whose bubbling water acts as a natural sound-blocker. Patrick puts his hand lightly on the boy's neck and walks him to that area and indicates where he should sit. Sal enters right after them and sits as well. Patrick passes a small plate with gummies on it. He takes a piece and passes it to Brandon. Sal indicates that he should take a piece, and once he does, Sal takes the place for himself. "I'm surprised that you so trustingly ate the gummie without us telling you what it was," says Sal. "Are you incredibly foolish or do you have an explanation as to why you did what you did? Brandon closes his eyes and thinks for a minute. After a bit, he opens them and says, "Master, Sir, there are people looking out for me who are very protective, so I know you've been vetted. One of them, in fact, was the one to determine this would be the night when we set this up in gsm. So I know I have nothing to worry about and I can just stop over-thinking and be the slave I'm learning to become. You indicated I should take it, Master, and so I obeyed. And wow, I'm feeling something very mellow." "That's your reward for being so obedient," says Patrick. "And by the way, Steven happens to be a good friend of mine, so you can know that you've vetted as well, and so we know everything we want to know about you, your past and your present, the slave and toy and employee of four brilliant Masters. And so, before we go any farther, please remove your clothing and then kneel before us and remove our footgear as well." Brandon's still processing the fact that Steven is their friend and they know everything about him. Patrick snaps his fingers at Brandon. "Focus. Do what you're told, slave. Stop thinking so much." He does as told. Sal has simple gymtype footwear, but Patrick has a pair of cowboy boots that look like they've been polished for hours. Patrick sticks one foot right on Brandon's chest and tells Brandon to pull back. The boot comes off, Brandon falls back and right away Sal's behind him to make sure he doesn't fall backwards. Patrick puts the other foot on the slave's chest a bit roughly. Same deal. Pull, fall, caught. "Between us, we have ten toes, slave," says Patrick, who Brandon sees is holding a riding crop. "Get to it, slave. Show us what a good boy you're going to be," adds Sal, who has some short kind of strap with a very long handle. Brandon lowers himself to the ground and crawls to Patrick and begins to kiss his feet. Patrick crops him lightly on the shoulder. "Toes, slave. Toes," he orders and lifts his off the floor. Golden and hairless and beautiful to the slave's eyes and so it eagerly shows the man what a humble slave it can be. As he's giving Patrick's toes an actual bath in his saliva, Sal says, "You will be with us until 8 am tomorrow. We'll make sure you get to class on time. You will have 8 hours sleep. That means we've got about 4 ½ hours to enjoy you, sweet little painpig. "thwack!" Sal punctuates his words with a lash that's really pretty serious and causes the slave to cry out a little. "So now you know how my strap feels, and I'd think you won't want to get too much of it. Look at how well you're washing my brother's feet, slave. You obviously have learned to like sucking feet. That's good because most of us like feeling a slave do what you're doing right now. Knowing we're meant to be taken care of by slaves like you. Come here. Take a drink." Sal holds out the water bottle and Brandon takes a drink of it. Sal takes the bottle back. "You only drink when we say you can. And what you're going to drink, pig. Now down on my feet, slave." Brandon starts and Sal moans a little. "Yeah, Patty, this is gonna be a good night." Patrick lashes the slave's ass with his crop. "Between the toes, slave. Don't get fucking lazy." The slave moans and makes sure it is doing what it's supposed to be doing at a Master's feet. As he's doing this, Patrick is taking off his own clothing. The slave is dying to look, but doesn't dare get distracted, not considering how much Sal's strap hurts. Sal moves his feet away when he's satisfied and suddenly Patrick snaps his fingers again. The slave quickly turns around and gasps at how awesome the Master's body looks from his vantage point down on the floor. "come wash my balls as nicely as you washed my feet," he orders, and the slave gets right in between his legs and begins to continue worshipping Patrick's body. He's so turned on that he forgets himself and reaches down to stroke his own dick. Big mistake. Patrick grabs his arms and holds them tightly, giving Sal a clear shot at the upper part of the boy's back. "5 lashes!" Patrick says. "Count them, slave." Sal begins whipping the slave's back with his strap. The slave manages to get out the words "one" and "two" reasonably easily, but "three" takes a bit of time because the slave is trying to cope with the pain. "four" is even longer and with a very broken voice. "five" is quickly cried out almost as soon as the lash has landed, because the slave has begun to cry. Already. Beginning of the night. Shit. Patrick leaves the area for a bit and when he gets back he sits and waits for the slave to calm down. Neither of them says a word. They just sit and watch the slave get its composure back and that is more humiliating than anything else that has happened to it so far. Sal has stripped to his brief underpants. And there Brandon is, naked, already marked up a bit, on his knees, body bent over, a tear-stained face, and true contrition in his eyes. "Can't be bothered with that happening again. Stand up, slave, and get over here. Hands behind your head and don't you dare move them or we'll be spending the entire fucking night whipping you. Which would be fine with us, but probably not so fine with you." Brandon knows what's coming. Patrick grabs the boy's cock and balls and in a matter of moments, the boy is caged and its balls are also wrapped in some kind of restraint. The slave can't see it, but it sure can feel it. "Back on the ground on all fours, slave," orders Sal. "You're not here to play, slave, you're here to continue your training." He attaches a leash to the slave's collar while Patrick links a chain binding its legs about two feet from each other. "Come," says Patrick, and starts to walk with the leash, the slave crawling after him as best it can, the jangling of its leg chain the only sound in the room.. He leads it over to a treadmill. Patrick binds the slave's hands together the same as its legs. Then he takes the leash and pulls it up and says "up here," and the slave does its best to get up on the tread, chains jangling again even more so now. Sal says to the slave, "get ready to crawl, boy. If you fall off this thing we'll hang you upside down for the rest of the night." Patrick turns on the treadmill and it advances, very slowly, slowly enough in fact that the slave is able to easily keep up with it. And so now what is heard is the turning of the mill, and jangling of the chains, and the slave's heavy breath as it continues to work. Sal lays down his strap and goes to fetch an extremely thing, whippy cane. He lays one stroke across the slave's ass and it yelps. The twins actually sit down and watch the show, and the treadmill continues to move and force the slave to crawl, and the sounds continue. Occasionally, one or the other twin will get up to strike the slave as a way of motivating it. After 10 minutes this has become torture and the slave is dripping sweat all over the treads as it struggles to breathe. Thankfully, Sal turns off the machine. "Stand up, slave." he says, and then turns on the treadmill again and now the slave is forced to walk at a slightly faster pace. "This will help work out the kinks in your legs," says Patrick as if he's doing the slave a favor. The walk continues and from time to time the slave stumbles and one of the twins has to help it stay upright. More time passes, and finally the slave simply breaks down and begins sobbing from exhaustion, sweat dripping from everywhere. Sal stops the machine. Patrick sits down again. "Kneel before us, slave," he commands. Again the twins just sit and watch while once again, the slave, now quite miserable, continues sobbing. They have all the patience in the world. They are quite content to sit and observe the slave's utter humiliation as it struggles again to calm down and be silent. Finally all is quiet again. "Crawl over here and suck my cock," says Patrick. "I want my cock sucked by a thoroughly humiliated slave that knows how low it is being pressed. How much lower it can still go." Brandon crawls to Patrick and is too exhausted to even realize how beautiful the Master's cock is as it takes the cock in its mouth and starts to suck it. "Crawl over here and suck my cock," says Sal, and the slave has to turn around and go to him now and it's almost the same cock as he collapses on top of it and sucks almost as a function of motor memory. But the fun isn't over yet. Back and forth it's made to crawl, from one cock to the other and once again tears are falling down the slave's face from the exhaustion and the humiliation. Finally, it is commanded to be on its knees before them again and it is allowed to sit back. They watch again until it gets its crying under control. "Steven was right. You are quite the crybaby, slave. You're fun to watch." says Sal. Patrick stands up and looms over the slave. "Now you have to make a choice. You are going to give one of us a blow job, while the other fucks you. Which is which? Come to each of us and beg us what we are to do." Brandon doesn't even think about it. He goes towards Patrick and looks up and says, "Master, please fuck this slave?" And then to Sal, "Sir, may this slave have permission to suck your cock some more?" Both give their assent. Working together, the twins take the chains and binding from the slave's body but keep the leash connected. Sal leads the slave (walking this time) to another part of the room where there is a shower stall. He hands the slave a bar of soap and has it stand in the stall. Soon, warm water is being sprayed on it, and it actually rejuvenates the slave a bit as it washes the sweat and tears and salt from its body, and cries out from time to time when one of the welts on its body starts to hurt more than the others. Finally it is finished. Patrick reattaches the chain and walks the slave over to a little table that it can kneel and lie across. For the next period of time, the twins take turns working various sized cylinders and dildos up the slave's ass, getting it nice and open and well lubed. Sal puts on some pounding music. They position themselves on each side of the slave. Patrick rams himself into the slave's body, and as it opens its mouth to scream, Sal takes up occupancy there and orders the slave to suck. Brandon is spit-roasted and the only things this slave can think about are the cocks, and which is which, and meanwhile the twins both have things to say about how much they are enjoying this slave's body and what a good fuck and good cocksucker it is. They're used to this teamwork, and not surprisingly, they both manage to cum at the same time! "Hold just the tip in your mouth, slave. Take my piss," says Sal, and soon he is unloading his bladder into the slave's mouth. Meanwhile, Patrick is cleaning himself, and as soon as Sal is finished pissing and withdraws, Patrick takes his place and feeds the slave his piss as well. As Patrick is pissing in the slave's mouth, Sal says, "This might all seem like some blur to you at this point, slave, but you will be recalling it for a long time to come, and it will be the source of much pleasure for you when at last you are allowed to touch your dick again. By the way, Steven will have a key. He will decide when you are to be unlocked again." After this part of the scene is over, they lead the slave to a larger pallet covered in soft black leather and have him lie on his back. Immediately the slave's arms and legs are bound with addition straps going across the lower part of its torso. "You may rest a bit," says Patrick, and the lights are turned down low and smoother music is playing. Brandon does indeed fall asleep despite the discomfort of being bound. He doesn't know how long he sleeps, but when he is woken up by severe jolts of pain in each of his nipples. Each of the twins is clamping one of them and they're connected by a chain. The slave is blindfolded. Next thing it realizes is that one of the twins is fondling its balls and gradually the fondling turns to torturing as the balls are pulled and squeezed, spanked with a little paddle and then stretched by some sort of pulley. Meanwhile the intensity of the clamps is increasing bit by bit and finally the slave is lost in mumbling cries and shouts and pleas for mercy. Once again, after this ordeal, the slave finds itself back on the ground again, crumbled on its knees in the same place it was before as the twins observe its misery and its struggles to find composure once again. Finally, mercifully, the evening has ended and the slave finds itself in a private room with very comfortable bed, and Patrick has given it something warm to drink and soon, finally resting in comfort, it is able to fall asleep. In the morning it has a chance for another shower. Personal toiletries are available, and once it is dressed, it is led to a dining room and who is seated at the table, but Steven, and rather surprisingly, Brandon is very happy to see him. They are fed a wonderful breakfast and delicious coffee and Stephen gives him the textbook he needs for class and a notebook and then allows him time to read the first of the ten "Letters to a Young Poet" by the poet Rainer Marie Rilke. It's only a couple pages long so it doesn't take much time. Steven informs him that after his class (which is three hours long,) he has the rest of the day off and isn't expected to do any work. "One more little issue," he says with a slightly sardonic smile. "I'm not sure I'm up to date. Who has been regulating your cock?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, who is the one determining when you can or cannot masturbate?" "Oh. No one, Sir. I do it a lot because I was so deprived last semester and the freedom is nice for a change." "Well, slave, that's about to end. From now on, I will take over that responsibility. You will ask for permission when needed. I will decide. As part of this deal, however, I will be providing you with occasional very enjoyable experiences if you're a good boy. So, from this point on, you may not stroke your dick let alone masturbate without my permission. If you break this rule, you will be seriously punished, much like the last time we all had to punish you." Brandon winces remembering that experience, which wasn't really all that long ago. "Gee, in that case, could I go back to being caged again?" "Absolutely not, Brandon. That was the easy way out. Your Master decided when you could j/o or cum by keeping it locked up. I'm not doing that. Your cute little slaveboy dick can fly as free as it wants but you have to show self-restraint so you can show us all just how important all this is to you. This is the harder way. This involves concentration, honesty, and struggle. Much better for a slave like you, the way we want you to be." Brandon doesn't say anything but simply bowed his head and lowered his eyes as a gesture of submission. He descends more deeply into the humiliation of being their slave. Although, to tell the truth, most of the time it seems like he actually belongs to Steven and the others have a small stake in him. And here it is again. Steven taking charge.