Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2023 15:55:35 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Bosses-35

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

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Chapter 35. Class, the curious haiku-writer, chicken soup and a bordello.

(No sex in this chapter, but a lot of talk about getting whipped. just so
you know to go somewhere else if you just want to get off.)

Class is quite interesting. Professor Eleanor Luchess is in her early
sixties, a pleasant, cheerful woman with a British accent. Before going
into the course material she explains that although this course is
officially presented as a poetry course, the purpose of the course is not
to get them to write poetry, but rather to help get them to understand more
deeply and more personally the vocation to be a writer, whether they be
writing epic poems or novels or essays or even copy for the fashion pages
of a newspaper.

After saying this, She presents them with a great deal of background
information and sets the stage for Rilke's letters and then gives them time
to ponder one brief quotation for the letter and do some writing in their
journals about their reactions before time is given for a discussion among
the seven students who are in the class, who are each encouraged to share
as much personal information about themselves they are comfortable to share
at the very beginning of the discussion. Here is the passage:

"Nobody can advise you and help you, nobody. There is only one single
means. Go inside yourself. Discover the motive that bids you write; examine
whether it sends its roots down to the deepest places of your heart,
confess to yourself whether you would have to die if writing were denied
you. This before all: ask yourself in the quietest hour of your night: must
I write? Dig down into yourself for a deep answer."

And so they are sent off for time for reflection and writing.

During his private time, Brandon is not sure how much of himself he wants
to share with the others, all students in the college in various years. He
is the only freshman. But rather then prepare an introduction, he decides
to toy around with the passage for a while and turn it from the question of
writing (after all, he is sure he must write!), to the question of his
identity as a slave. And so in his notebook he rewrites the passage:

Go inside yourself. Imagine you are locked into the cage in Steven's room
and can do nothing other than think. Go inside yourself. Discover the
motive that bids you be the slave you are. Does it send its roots down to
the deepest places of your heart? Yes, it surely does. All the way
down. All the way inside me. All the way back to my time with my father,
and how I always wanted to do anything I could possibly do so that he would
be happy and comfortable when he was home from work. We never spoke about
it, but I would often imagine that I was his slave. Obviously I was too
young to think sexually at first, and that got taken care of anyway by
Gary, but I started off thinking I was my fathers' slave and by the time I
was ten years old I was thinking of myself as Gary's slave. Damn! I never
admitted this before, but it was always true. Would I die if I couldn't be
a slave? That would be impossible. No matter where I ever end up in life, I
will be a slave. I will find someone or something to obey. I will find ways
to get pain. Maybe at gym where a lot of men go to torture themselves for
what they think is a good cause. Maybe I will go to work at a menial job
for a nasty boss. Somehow, I'm going to always be a slave. This can't be
taken away from me. How can you take something away from a man who has
nothing to begin with?

If it hadn't been Gary, it would have been someone else. Maybe the biggest
bully in the class. Or maybe something or someone else, but I'd find a
way. I am meant to be ruled by someone else. I am meant to obey someone
else. I am meant to be punished by some awesome guy who does it to help me
learn lessons and keep me in line.

If I weren't a slave I would die. Just as if I couldn't write I'd go
crazy. I have to get words down on paper, no matter what they are. And
maybe when I grow up, I'll get to write novels about Masters who know how
to Masters and slaves who need to be trained by them.

Finally, it's time for the discussion which begins with personal
sharing. The first person to speak is a girl named Donna who just happens
to be a Lesbian and who talks about how she writes a love letter to her
girlfriend almost every day and the girlfriend says she has a lot of talent
so she decided to pursue it more with the girlfriend's support.

"This is great," Brandon thinks. "I can come out too."

The next person to talk is a guy named Horace who's a senior who doesn't
know what he wants to do with his life, but who does know that he
absolutely has to write and who has notebooks full of poems he's been
writing since he was a little kid. He figured that he should take a course
about it before he graduates. And oh, he says, I'm straight but very cool
with anyone who isn't.

And so on. Finally when it gets to Brandon he tells the class that he's gay
and is also what is known as a submissive. He's always enjoyed writing and
almost always managed to make time for it. Not usually poetry, but a lot of
stuff about relationships. He has a partner who is dominant and whom he
calls Master (Steven) and the "Master" ordered him to take the course and
he's very interested in seeing what develops here.

The discussion is a lot of fun, and 5 of the people in the class shared
some very serious thoughts. Needless to say, however, Brandon was the only
one who had written about anything sexual. He realizes he's come a long
way. He openly shares stuff with these relative strangers that he never
could share with anyone when he was still in high school.

After class is over, one of the guys in the class, an Asian named Ho who
loves to write haiku (stereotypical), invites him to go to the cafeteria
together for lunch. He says he has a lot of questions about what Brandon
shared in the class. Brandon, not afraid to be out about things, calls the
Masters' number and gets Kelton. "Master," he says, "one of my classmates
has invited me to have lunch with him after class. May I do it?"

"Yes," says Kelton, but please find a way to let him know that you are a
slave and that you are owned. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Master, thank
you, and I will do that. In fact, I already am doing so because I'm making
this phone call right in front of him." And with that call completed, He
and Ho head off to the caf. On the way, Ho asks a blunt question: "so
you're a slave, you say. do you ever get whipped?" What a way to start a
conversation!!!! "This is going to be rich," Brandon says to himself.

They get their food and find a quiet table in a corner. Brandon waits for
Ho to explain why he asked what he did.

"Do you know much about the Bible?" Ho asks. "Yes, quite a bit in fact. I
was raised Catholic but now I'm protestant. Couldn't take all the guilt
laid on us gay people by the Catholic Church. My Mom pulled me out of there
right after I came out to her when I was in high school."

"I hope you weren't insulted when I asked you about getting whipped. I mean
you said you were a submissive, so I just assumed."

"Not at all. It kind of surprised me. I don't think anyone ever asked me
about that before, but I try to be transparent as much as possible. So yes,
I do get whipped sometimes and also spanked, paddled, flogged; you name
it. Sometimes just because a Dom or Master wants it; other times because
they decide I deserve to be punished."

"And you enjoy it?"

"Hell, Ho, I'm a masochist, after all. You understand what that is?"

"Someone who gets off on pain, right?"

"Right. So yes, I do enjoy it depending on the skill of the one doing it to
me. What I get off on the most, however, is simply the idea that I am
someone who my superiors have the right to do it to me just for their own
fun or as a means of behavior modification."

"How behavior modification?"

"Well, one of the things the first guy ever to do it to me explained was
that as my Master, he would use corporal punishment as a way to control my
behavior. If I did something He didn't like or didn't want me to do, he
would punish me and then I wouldn't do it any more for fear of receiving a
more severe punishment. And sometimes he would warn me that if I did such
and such, I'd be punished and so he also controlled me that way."

"Interesting. I never thought of that as a possibility."

"You never got spanked as a kid growing up?"

"Oh no, not at all. My parents coddled me a lot. I was a spoiled brat, to
tell the truth. Occasionally, they would raise their voices at me, and that
was enough for that behavior modification you mentioned."

"Well, I never got spanked by my parents either, but for some reason I
fixated on it when I was young and then the stuff I would read in the Bible
started me thinking more and more about it until finally I realized it was
something I wanted to have happen to me."

"Interesting you should say that because that was exactly where I was
going. There's a lot in the Bible about that. You know, "spare the rod and
spoil the child." And I know that the Bible condones slavery in both the
Old and New Testaments, and there is even something in Exodus that says
that if a Master beats a slave and the slave recovers in a couple days,
then that's fine. And even Jesus says something about slaves being
beaten. And, of course, Jesus was scourged and the apostles got whipped a
lot by even the Jews. All of this really got my attention. Now mind you,
I'm not interested in doing it or having it done to me, but still it
fascinates me for some weird reason I don't understand."

"You're not the only one, Ho. In fact, I'm aware of some of those passages,
and I even used to fantasize about the Hebrew slaves being beaten while
there were building the pyramids, and also about when Joseph was sold into
slavery when he was just a teenager. I often wondered whether or not he got
raped and whether or not he was whipped when he was a slave. For me, all
these things were turn-ons and all things I was as part of my life."

"Interesting. Do you think reading the Bible was one of the reasons you've
turned out the way you are, and that you're living as a BDSM
slave----which, of course, is very different from the kind of slavery in
the Bible or the terrible lives of the black slaves in this country before
the civil war."

"Ho, Saint Paul writes a lot about how he was flogged and beaten and
wounded along with other Christians in the Roman prisons and even in the
synagogues, and how they all rejoiced that they were able to suffer. In
fact, Paul gives me the idea that he actually found it pleasurable to be
beaten, as he says, for the sake of Christ."

"do you find it pleasurable to be beaten yourself?" asks Ho.

"Sometimes, but depending on who is doing it and the circumstances. But
there have been times when I've been spanked or even whipped when I seem to
cross a line at a certain point and it seems like each lash I receive is
like a gently kiss of pleasure. So go figure."

"Is it ever just plain awful?"

"Once in a while. My ex-Master once whipped me so bad that I just up and
left him."

"Wow. Must have been awful that time."

"Yeah. But mostly, when a Dom or Master spanks or whips me I feel humbled,
and I get off on the humiliation. Kind of sick, isn't it?"

"Hey, you are who you are. But like I say, I have this fascination, and
I've even looked at porn where guys or girls were getting thrashed, but it
doesn't really turn me on, and I know for a fact that a lot of that is
acted out and that even when the person being beaten is crying out or
screaming that it's all an act."

"True. I guess some build up pain threshholds to the point where they can
really take a lot. But I don't look at that kind of stuff. I live the real
thing, so why look at pretend things."

"Well thanks a lot for being up front with me about this. Now I have a
strange request, and it's perfectly okay if you aren't willing to go along
with it."

"What are you asking about?"

"I'm just wondering if it would be okay with you if I could be there to
actually watch, one of the times when you're worked over. Perfectly okay if
you say no."

"Ho, to tell the truth, it turns me on when someone watches it happen to
me, so my answer is yes. Of course that depends on the circumstances and
also if I have a Master's permission, but I'll keep it in mind and let you
know if an opportunity comes up."

"Really? that would be awesome!"

"Great. But one thing: please don't bring any of this up to other people,
especially not in class."

"No problem, Brandon."

And with that, they go their separate ways.

Brandon enjoys his free afternoon. He reads the entire Rilke book once
again and by nightfall he finds himself back at Andrew's house where Andrew
has him strip down and then touches up places where he's begun to grow a
bit of hair again, so Andrew can enjoy the sight and feel of his "smooth
little boy." to tell the truth, he loves being coddled by Andrew, so this
is really a treat. Especially when Andrew dresses him in a bib and fits him
on his lap and feeds him some nice chicken soup like he's a little baby. Of
course, this is all a prelude to knowing that Gavin will soon be over and
then he'll go from being a baby to being a whipping boy all over again. The
contrast between the two is enormous, and Brandon loves the
variety. Nonetheless, Brandon is beginning to wonder why it's Andrew's
place that has the playroom and not Gavin's. But actually, he's never been
to Gavin's yet. It's always this way.

So anyway, Brandon's had just about all he can handle about being coddled,
so he's relieved to hear the knock on the door and then Gavin coming
in. "Hey, hotstuff!" Gavin says to Brandon. "Hey, bully!" answers Brandon.

Andrew releases him to go with Gavin and as soon as they get into the
playroom Gavin runs his hands all over the slave's body checking things out
and inspecting the marks that are left over from last night, mainly those
from the light cane one of them used on him. Then he sticks on thumb in the
slave's mouth and toys with a nipple with the other hand and notices how
quickly it seems to be painful enough to cause a reaction in the slave.

"You had a really rough workout last night, didn't you, slave?"

"Yes, Master. One of the roughest."

"I know. Steven told me all about it today. Patrick told him all about
it. He and Steven are friends, so Patrick knows what the score is between
you and Steven's friends."

"Really? He knows that? Damn! He never let on to me that he knows all about
that."

Gavin reacts quickly, slapping the slave right across the face. "Don't
forget what you are, slave! Why the hell would Patrick have any concern
about you knowing that? Masters do not have to be transparent, slave. Only
your type do. Or else." He follows that with a couple more slaps, and then
he takes a little paddle and uses it on the slave's balls, building up the
severity as he goes along until the slave has bent its knees and is begging
for it to stop while yelping and half-crying.

Finally, Gavin puts the paddle down. "You really need to be put back down
where you belong, Brandon. I'm not sure what's going on but I have a good
sense of what you need from me tonight. You can always count on me to give
you what I know you need when I want access to you. Get that, boy?"

"Yes, Master."

Gavin rubs his chin. "Hmmm, let's see. . . . oh fuck!  that's it! (he's
speaking to himself). "Get over here on your knees, slave, right touching
my jeans." Once the slave is in place, Gavin opens his pants, pulls them
down a bit and waves his cock at the slave. "In your mouth, slave. I'll
piss now so we can get off on the right foot. Don't spill any, pig!" And
quickly a heavy flow of piss is loaded into the slave's mouth who is more
shocked than anything else; all this so soon? "So that's what I'm worth,"
he says to himself as he's gulping down the contents of Gavin's bladder. He
hopes it won't clash with the chicken soup.''

Once he's done and the slave has cleaned out his dick, Gavin pulls his
pants up a little and goes to sit down. He points to the ground in front of
him and the slave crawls right over and kneels up again. "Get my boots off,
and my socks," he orders, and the slave goes about obeying and soon has
Gavin wiggling his toes in front of its eyes. "Come on, stupid. Do I have
to tell you step by step what to do to show me what a fucking slave you
are?" "No, Master. Sorry, Master," Brandon says, leaning in towards Gavin's
foot. "Wait!" says Gavin. "Go crawl over to the table with all the stuff on
it and get me the thinnest cane you can find there. Bring it back here
between your teeth, slave. Be quick about it. Go!"

Brandon remembers the startling sharp sting of the cane used on him last
night. This one doesn't seem to be any bigger. Oh, no! He brings it back to
Gavin and Gavin takes it from his mouth. "You gonna be a good boy for me
tonight or are you gonna be an idiot?"

"I'll be you're good boy, Master. I promise."

"Well get back down on those toes, slave. Suck and lick and clean the way
you were trained by your former Master. The Master is gone, but the skills
remain. Show me! Show me what you are! You know, slave, if you belonged to
me I finally figured out what I would do with you to help you learn real
fast."

"May I ask what, Master?"

"No need. I'll tell you. I'd rent you to a bordello for about a month. By
the time that month was over you'd be willing to do anything to get back to
me."

"It's that bad?"

"Not necessarily. But basically, you'd just be a slave to every dude who
took a shining to you. And a lot of them are old and gross. And the younger
they are, the more brutal they can be. Yeah, two or three tricks a night
every night? That would quickly increase your skills as a no limits slave."

He's saying all this while the slave is worshipping his feet, and his words
are a real incentive for this slave to be such a good boy for him that he
wouldn't want to be away from him for that long. Besides, Brandon has a
sweet spot for Gavin even since he met him. And he loves the way Gavin
plays with his head just as a way of entertaining him in a strange sort of
way.

Finally, Gavin is satisfied with the slave's service and places him
standing in the middle of the room with his arms bound to each opposite
wall and does the same to the slave's feet setting them a good distance
apart as well.

"I know you had a hard night last night so I'm just gonna use this cane on
you for a while until I get a good reaction and then I'm gonna fuck you
while you're still bound the way you are. Then it will be early to bed for
you. I'll drive you home. Then you can jerk off while my cum is still up
your ass."

"Can't any more, Gavin. Master Steven told me this morning that from now
on, he's in control of when I get to do that."

"Ah, I see. The noose tightens around your neck, boy. It was only a matter
of time. Well, I'm still gonna beat you a while then take my pleasure up
your ass."

He doesn't waste any time, but carefully places each stroke in select
places and even though it hardly produces any visible marks, it still
stings like the dickens and soon the slave is dancing as best it can,
pulling on the ropes that are binding him. Before long there are tears,
then whimpers and cries, and finally after Gavin lays 5 quick strokes at
the bottom of the slave's ass, it begins sobbing. Gavin stops and leans
against the wall, and faces the slave while he watches it as it slowly
stops sobbing and begins to calm down. Brandon is thinking that Gavin just
took a page from Patrick's playbook, because this is what they did to him
last night and it's really the most humiliating things he's ever
experienced, being watched while reduced to tears and sobbing, waiting for
it all to calm down.

Finally, Gavin gets up and takes a tub of lube and sticks his fingers up
the slave's butt to open it for his cock. Before long, he's roughly fucking
the slave and telling it that he's going to tell Master Steven about the
bordello idea. "But then again," he says, huffing as he fucks the daylights
out of the slave, "with five Masters it's almost like you're already a
bordello slave." And he laughs his head off just as he finally shoots his
load up the slave's ass. As soon as he withdraws he shoves a plug up its
ass so that nothing leaks out, then dresses the slave in some kind of
skirt-like garment that only extends to halfway down its thigh. He forces
the slave to follow him out into the street dressed like that. He drives it
home and then comes in with Brandon because he has more pissing to do. And
that's how their time together begins and ends, and Brandon doesn't think
he could possibly feel more used and humiliated then by this guy who at
other times is just a his good friend. Wow! Things can change so quickly.