Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2023 18:56:18 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-41 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 41. Jonny spills his tea. Brandon writes. Oscar rules. As soon as they walk into the room, Jonny says, "Thirsty, Master." "I don't know how, considering how much you drank tonight. But okay." Austin takes the soup bowl he stole from the caf and puts it on the floor. Then he takes a bottle of water from the fridge and pours some of it into the bowl and spits into it as well. "there's your drink. Get down and have at it. Just like a pup. My pup. In fact, I think that's what I'm going to call you from now on: pup. Forget the other name." Pup gets down on the ground and leans over the bowl and starts to suck up water and spit from the bowl, just like the pup it is. (Note to reader: The author got tired of having to type the word `Jonny' all the time.) When it's had enough to drink, pup goes and bows down to the ground in front of Austin who has sat on the couch. "You rescued me from Andy. You own me. You're Master now. I'm pup. Your pup. Teach me your way to be your slave, Austin, please? Please bring me down, make me humble, take away all my pride, all my rights, crush me under your feet, make me suck and lick and drink even your piss, Master. never wanted to before but for you I do, Master, to show you how I am nothing but your pup, your slave, your faggot cocksucker just like the girls said tonight. Please don't give up on me, Austin. Please train me, break me, tool me, turn me into whatever you want to be," and he baubles on and on and eventually simply doesn't make any sense. As much as Austin is happy to hear what pup has been hiding from him, his secret submissive desires, he decides that it's time to sober the boy up because he's making an awful lot of noise. He takes his own clothes off, gets a couple towels and says to pup, "Showers. Now. Let's go. Crawl after me, faggot!" And with that he leaves the room and heads off to the showers and pup doesn't even think about what's happening, and just crawls naked after him into the bathroom. A few guys on the floor watch the scene and whisper among themselves. Austin hears one guy say "awesome hot" and another "awesome sick!" Austin sets the water temperatures of adjoining nozzles, tosses pup a bar of soap and orders, "stay down there. Wash everywhere!" Austin takes his own shower and when he's done, well aware that there are two other guys standing there transfixed by this scene and trying not to chuckle or laugh, Austin orders, "pup. Look at me." pup looks up. "come over here and eat my ass, faggot. Eat it real good. You want me to take away your dignity, then so be it! Get that fucking mouth over here and start licking my asshole, pig." And dammit, pup actually does it and really gets into it, spreading Austin's cheeks with his hands and paying absolutely no attention to the laughs and curses from the guys who are watching this. "Back under your shower, pup. Bow to the fucking ground like the lowlife slave you are!" And once pup is in place, Austin reaches over and turns the water to cold. pup howls as the cold water hits it. "Roll over. Lie on your back. Let the water hit you everywhere!" and pup does so, still howling at how cold the water is. Finally, Austin turns off the water and throws pup a towel. "Stand up. Get dry." as he dries himself. "Cold, cold, Master." "Tough. Easiest way to sober you up enough that you can service me the way I want," he says, smilling and nodding to the guys who are standing there watching the whole seen. "Get back down. Crawl after me, slave," he says, and takes off for the room with pup following and as it sobers up a bit it realizes what it has just done in public and is actually turned on that it was able to obey Austin's commands, no matter what. They get back into the room and Austin orders it up on the bed, then gets there with it, pulling covers over them and using his body to warm up the slave's body. It take time until they are both warm and pup has started snoring. Austin had further things in mind, but decides to wait until morning. When he thrashes the slave while it has a hangover, that should get the message across that punishment is now part of its life, Andy or no Andy. Morning up at the cabin. Brandon is still hurting quite a bit, but decides to take a walk outside to enjoy the view and the fresh mountain air. It's a little chilly, but he doesn't care. In the house it's a constant 68 degrees but outside mostly likely down to 50. He enjoys the fact that he's able to take a naked stroll without anyone else being there to see him, but a lot of the ground is rocky and since he has nothing to put on his bare feet, he has to limit the scope of his morning walk. Back inside, he fixes himself yet another cup of coffee and goes back to the desk to sit on the pillow. He gasps at the pain which still remains and remembers what Steven said to him when he asked for painkillers. "You're being punished. Take the pain." That's the first word he writes in his second journal entry. "Entry #2. Pain. Still pain. Punishment doesn't end after the lashes are over with. Steven was right. And I have to remember why I was punished. I took it upon myself to cancel a date with someone the Masters had schedule dfor me because I felt too overloaded and depressed. Reason # 1 for being punished, and severely at that. How could I be so stupid?" Reason #2: I was overloaded and depressed, but it never even occurred to me that the very first thing I should have done was go to the Masters and reveal what was going on. it would have been so easy. When the fuck am I ever going to learn to trust them? They never do me any serious harm, other than the usual sexual slavery thing and the punishments, but whenever I've had the guts to speak up to them, they have been understanding and kind and wise. It I'd gone to them first, like the slave I am, none of this pain would be shooting through my body. I have no one but myself to blame. Bad slave, bad slave. I deserved to be punished. "I'm a slave. I'm their slave. Slaves get punished when they forget what it means to be a slave. That's what I did. That's why I was strung up and whipped last night. That's why I'm sore all over today. I have no one to blame but myself. Sorry, Brandon for doing this to yourself." "And yet, damn, when I just wrote those first dozen or so words, a thrill when through me. Yes. I am a slave. I have to be a slave. This is the way I need to live. And now it's so pure an uncomplicated because I'm not acting like a love-sick twink deeply in lust with a red-haired man who knew how to sweet talk me. Did he ever really love me, or was it all part of his seduction? I guess I'll never know. But damn, I got tough and left him because of that beating he gave me when he was so angry, and to tell the truth, that beating was nothing compared to the way I was punished last night at the whipping post. (I like those words—whipping post.) But it's completely different. There was no anger. No brutality, actually, despite the lashes. It was cut and dried. I fucked up. They chose how I would be punished. It happened. It's over, all except the pain that isn't as severe as last night but still hurts like hell. The price I paid for my foolishness. No emotional attachment. "Speaking of emotions, I wonder how Gary is doing? I said a prayer for him last night when I couldn't get to sleep. I hope it helped. I hope he's okay. Damn, I miss him so much." (Even as he's writing these words, Gary is already on the road, his car loaded with his belongings, and heading to Brandon's house. He'll get in late afternoon and Michael has promised he'll be there to help him get settled. Gary is in the best of moods, celebrating two degrees of freedom. First, freedom from that college he hated so much and second, freedom from his parents since they've disowned him. His only hope is that they don't change their minds. He knows that once they realize he's living with Brandon, that will seal the deal for all time.) Back to Brandon's writing: "It's really pretty here. At first I was worried that I would be bored out of my mind, but I'm not feeling that way now. After all, there's a lot I could write about, and it is really lovely outside although a bit on the cold side. Too bad I don't have any footgear, but I think that when I go out again I'm going to just wrap myself in a blanket. "So when I get home on Tuesday morning, I hope to find that Gary's living with us. That will be so much fun! And at last, he won't need to be worrying about the way his parents constantly dragged me down and how much they disliked him hanging out with me. I remember staying over his house a few times and it was always chilly and too fucking right-wing Christian. Finally, I told Gary that I wasn't comfortable there so he could stay with me whenever he had the chance. Most of the time, especially during the summers, it was just about every night. Good times together, especially when we were younger and used to jerk each other off all the time. But then, once I came out, things changed and he made me suck his cock—as if I had any complaints about that. Gary's cock is one of my most favorites of all. I must admit that I'm looking forward to having it in my mouth again. "Damn, the words are flowing freely now. I'm loving this. This retreat is really giving me a nice break, especially since the pain is still so strong. I don't have anything to do and can write all I want. Oh shit! I just thought of something! I invited Gary to come live with us without checking with the Masters. Damn! I hope they don't arrange for another punishment because this was an emergency. Uu-oh. Gotta keep repeating: `I am a slave. When slaves screw up they get punished. I might get punished again.' "You know something? It will be worth it, just to have Gary living with me. I used to hate it when we were in high school and his parents wouldn't let him come over for some stupid reason or other. And once they found out I was gay? That was a shit show for sure!!! They kept him away from me for a whole month. We hated it. And Gary got so horny that one time he made me give him a blowjob in the gym showers after all the other guys left. But finally, they loosened up. Gary finally got a good idea. He asked one of his female friends to pretend she was his girlfriend. She was not very attractive so she never had a boyfriend before, and she was good natured enough to enough playing along with the lies. She even got her parents to agree in case his parents ever called up to check on him. So once he did that, we were all set. Three, four times a week I got to drink the milk flowing form his awesome cock, and then, even though he wouldn't touch me any longer because I was a "fag" to use his word, he would lie there with me and talk dirty to me while I jerked off after I got him off. Hot nights we had! "I wonder what the Masters are going to think about all this? I mean they already ordered me to suck off Gary any time he wanted it, so there is that! Anyway, even if I get whipped for it again (and the idea just turned me on), it will be worth it. I'll take it for Gary's sake. Hot idea!" He continues to ramble on and on, but we have better things to pay attention to right now. Evening at Brandon's Gary makes damn good time. He must have flown low all the way down to Lipton. He arrives just one minute after 5 pm. Michael hears the car so he opens the door and goes outside to help Gary move his stuff in. Gary tells him to back inside and he'll handle things himself. Michael made an executive decision and decided to install Gary in the first floor bedroom because it was neither below Michael nor above Brandon, so they'd all continue to have privacy. As Gary brought his stuff into the house, Michael took it to the bedroom, happy to help. Once everything was moved in and Gary started putting things away in the room, he told Michael he was surprised that he wasn't naked. "Didn't you guys agree to stay naked all the time?" "We did, but we usually don't do it when others are around." "hey, Mikey, won't bother me. I'm used to seeing Bran naked all the time." "Well right now I'm not under anyone's rules, so I'm asserting my independence for a while." "Independence. Nice Word. Independence from that hellhole school I was in, independence from the ugly parents. Living with my best friends. Sweet, baby. fucking sweet! "Brandon's going to be so happy to find you here when they bring him home on Tuesday. I wish I could let him know. He's probably worried sick about you." "What's the fucking deal with this, that you can't get in touch with him?" "They insisted that he spend three days completely alone, no electronics or WiFi, no books even. Just him in this place in the mountains and journals to write in. And did you know that they had him whipped on Friday night? With a real whip?" `No! Fuck!!!!! What's going on with that shit?" Why does he put up with it?" "Gary, I've been repeating that question over and over again since I got here, but all he says is that it's good for him and it's giving him a lot of what he needs." Gary thinks to himself, "I'm what he fucking needs," but doesn't voice that to Michael. They really don't know each other well enough yet. But that's all going to change now. "I'm gonna leave you here to get settled in right now," says Michael. "I have some chores to do. They guy who's becoming my Master will be here at 7. The three of us will get to have supper together. Chicken cutlets. Is that okay?" "Sure. Hey, I never realized you were looking for a Master. Congrats, I guess!" "I wasn't looking, Gary. It just kind of happened. And I'm still not sure about things. Actually, I'm torn between two guys." "Ah, drama! Gay drama! How I've missed you guys up at Maryville!" "that was really the name?" `No, but we all called it that because there were nuns teaching there. the don't run the school or anything, but it's super duper conservative to the point of being sickening. Even some of the students were convinced everyone but people who thought like them was going to hell. What fucking nonsense!" "It's endemic to most religions these days except the more enlightened ones. But that's a conversation for another time. I've got to get back to work or I'll be the one getting whipped tonight!" "Oh honey! I'm so happy for you," Gary says in a mocking voice. Michael takes the laundry out of the dryer and brings it upstairs to fold and then make the bed. Then he remembers that he went out and had a new set of keys made for Gary, so when he gets done upstairs, he goes back to Gary's room. Gary's on the phone. "It's Barry" he whispers to Michael . This means that good things are going to happen. "Well, I wish there was a way to let him know that I got here safely and Michael has already started to help me move in. This is upsetting . . . . . . yeah, well, I guess . . . . . . could you? . . . Oh, Barry, that would be great if you could...I'm sure he's worried and I'm sure damn worried about him . . . . . . . okay, I promise, Barry...I won't start anything about it . . . .thanks again for everything . . . . . .. " He ends the call and tells Michael "I asked Barry if he could do anything to get word to Brandon but he says he's really not sure. But he promised to try. He's a really good guy, isn't he?" "The best, dude, the absolute best. Did you know that Bran and him are calling each other "son" and "Dad?" "No I didn't. That's awesome. I remember when Bran's real father died. it was awful. Even my parents felt bad for him and they let me live with him for several weeks after that. He would cry in my arms almost every night. I kind of took care of him because his mother was obviously going through her own grief so she relied on me a bit. It was really a rough time. And ever since that, Bran's almost always had a quality about himself as a "little lost boy' He's so happy about Barry. This is great news." "Funny thing about that. He had to ask Barry not to call him `boy' because that's what Justin used to call him all the time." "that fuck! Even I liked him. Don't understand how he could have turned bad so quickly. He even helped me and Brandon make up after we had kind of a fight." "Oh, I forgot why I came down here." He takes keys out of his pocket. "Here are keys to the front and back doors. I had them made for you today." Gary sheds a couple tears. "Oh man. that was so sweet! Thanks so much. Anything I can do to help with dinner? And are you sure that you want me here when your guy arrives? I could always go out for something myself?" "As for helping, just come out and keep talking to me. We have a lot to talk about. And as far as Oscar is concerned, I told him you might be here. Besides, I'd like to find out what you think of him when you meet him. Especially if you see any red flags." "I've got your back, dude. Don't worry about that. I'll be in soon. Just let me finish up putting my stuff away in the bathroom." So by now it's after 6. Michael goes to start supper, and when Gary comes in, they talk a little more about Michael`s situation and the two guys he's confused about. Gary actually starts him realizing that while Zeke's got all the technology and technique, it seems like Oscar has more of a heart, BUT, never forget how Justin turned so mean . . . it could happen again here . . . . . At precisely 7 pm, the doorbell rings, and Michael rushes to answer it. Oscar walks in with a big smile, a bag of food, and an overnight case. He drops the case by the door. "You can bring this upstairs later. I see another car outside, so I assume Gary has arrived." "Yes, Sir. About 5. I helped him move in and we've been having some nice chats. He's in the kitchen now. Come on, I'll introduce you." They walk into the kitchen and Gary stands up to shake Oscar's hand. "Welcome back to Lipton, Gary. I was sad to hear what's been happening to you, but I'm sure these guys will help you get over it and have your back the same way they have each other's." "Thanks, Gary. Actually, I'm pretty happy about the things that have happened. I got up the guts to quit a school I hated, my parents won't torment me any longer, and I get to live with my best friends in a wonderful house with a lot of good memories. Did you know that this is the house that Brandon grew up in, and that I practically lived over here a lot of the time ever since we were in elementary school?" "No, I didn't. That's wonderful. I'm happy for you." Then he turns to Michael and gives him a peck on the cheek. "You simply have got to do a better job, boy, of keeping me abreast of all the history in this house." "Yes, Sir, but it's history I'm just starting to learn about as well. I've only known Brandon for about 8 months now." "Oh, that's right! Forgive me for assuming you've always known each other. And if I remember, Michael, you and Brandon had this kind of a pact about being naked all the time, so I'm surprised to see you dressed now." "That was for Gary's sake, since I didn't know him that well." "Well Gary, you'll be living here now. Are you going to be naked with them all the time?" "No way! But it's fine with me. I've been seeing Brandon's naked body since we were kids, and Michael has a nice one himself, so . . " ". . . So," interrupts Oscar, "I really don't see why you continue to have your clothes on, boy," he says to Michael. Michael blushes but then turns to go upstairs to take off his clothes." "No, Michael. Let us watch you strip right here. It will be good for Gary to see as well." And so, with a very red face, Michael takes off his shirt and then turns his back on them to take off his pants as well. "No, slave!" says Oscar more forcibly, and then, more quietly, "turn and face us, baby. you need the humiliation and we'll enjoy watching you uncover yourself." "Yes, Sir," Michael says in a quiet voice, and then does as he was told. Once he pulls down his underpants, it is clear that he's hard from the way Oscar's already been treating him. "this rice is warm," says Oscar. "How long until we eat?" "The food's in the warmer, Sir, so we're all ready." "Wonderful." Oscar puts the rice on the counter for Michael to deal with and sits at the table with Gary, expecting Michael to naturally wait on the both of them. "Gary, what were you studying, if I may ask?" "Physics. I've always loved it. Sure hope I don't have to end up giving up on it now." "Maybe delay it a bit. But it sounds to me like you wouldn't have been able to endure being there just so you could continue studying what you wanted to." "You can say that again! Something will develop. I have trust in that." "Good for you. We all have to trust that things work out for us for the better, or else we'd be pretty miserable creatures. We all need some help to find our way, to find out what we were really meant to be," he says, staring right at Michael who must feel it, because he turns around to look at Oscar at the same time. Gary, no dummy about these things, hides a smile. More News Up at the cabin, the phone rings and Brandon rushes to answer it. It sounds like Ned's voice on the other end. "Just so you know, Gary has safely arrived at the house and Michael is helping him move in. So stop worrying about it." and the call is disconnected. Brandon weeps a bit for joy as he takes some food from the freezer for his supper. Meanwhile, on a conference call, the Masters are discussing this most recent development—Gary moving in with Brandon and Michael. They quickly agree that they will not punish Brandon for offering Gary a place to live without checking with them. They'll let that slide, considering. Kelton raises the question: "So Gary is now living with the slave. We previously ordered the slave to service Gary whenever he wanted, but at the time they didn't get to see each one very often. Now things have changed." Frank: "We probably should change the rules. I'm not sure about putting up with whatever might develop between the two of them." Ned: "To the contrary. I think this relationship is good. It provides the slave with some emotional satisfaction that we have agreed not to allow where we are concerned." Steven: "Not only that, but this will actually give the slave another submissive outlet and we can cut way back on having to arrange other times for the slave to be used and humbled." Frank: "I can see your points. But at the same time, is this slave actually humbled by its relationship with Gary?" Steven: "Hard to know for sure. But we do a good job at that, and can actually increase our efforts. I'm in favor of not interfering at this point and just observe what happens, and meanwhile to really come down hard on any rebellion or pride in the slave." Ned concludes the meeting once the others agree with what Steven just had to say. And in Michael`s room: After dinner Gary excuses himself, beginning to feel like a third wheel and realizing that Oscar came here to be with Michael. Oscar continues to sit at the table with a cup of coffee while Michael cleans up after dinner. He tells the sub about his conversation with Zeke, at least as much as he wants the sub to know, and then also about how much fun it was to go to an adult store with him. He saw things he's never seen before. He tells the sub that he's brought a couple of things with him, and Michael takes a deep breathe in response. He tries to hurry to get things done so they can go upstairs, but Oscar stands up and smacks him a couple times on the ass. "You can do better than you're doing. Don't be in such a rush. I can take off my belt and whip you right here if that's what it will take to get you to make sure this kitchen is sparkling when you get done." Then he kisses Michael on the back of his neck, a favorite spot of his. Finally, things are done to Oscar's standards, leaving a bowl of rice on the table as Oscar asked. "Take four bottles of water out of the fridge and bring them up with you," he says, as he brings the bowl of rice upstairs himself. "Oops! Forgot the overnight bag. Please go and fetch it like a good boy," he says to Michael. When he gets back upstairs, he says, "It's heavy." Oscar turns and smiles at him and pats him on the cheek. "Of course," is all he says. Oscar sets the bag on Michael`s desk and takes out a large three-wicked candle. He lights the candle and then turns off all the other lights in the room. "More than enough light," he says. "So come, young slave, come and get over my knees so we can settle up about your behavior in the kitchen. Not a word from you now, pup. Just get over here so I can teach you something." Michael is kind of surprised, but doesn't resist. Once he's in place, Oscar starts delivering heavy blows to each of the boy's ass cheeks and a couple times even strikes him on the upper thigh, getting the boy to cry out. "that's enough for now. Up on the bed, boy." Chastised, the slave goes where its been told and Oscar joins it as he holds it and begins to kiss it again and the slaveboy melts into his arms and the heat in its ass just makes the occasion all that sexier, to think that Oscar will not hesitate to discipline him when he feels it is necessary. They grind a bit, and Michael loves the feeling of Oscar's clothing on his naked body. He loves feeling this inferior to the wonderful man. Then Oscar surprises him. He slides down Michael`s body and take his dick in his mouth and begins to blow him. At one point he gets off the bed and removes his own clothing. "I promised you that I'd let you cum tonight. Start to jerk it. Let me watch you." This reminds Michael of that scene with Martin, but it's so much nicer, and he's already been spanked, and not brutally. He starts to stroke himself and Oscar says to him, "Very nice, just like that, boy. Slow and easy. Soak up all the good feelings now because you won't get to have them later. Slaves rarely ever get to jerk off the way you are doing right now. Very good, boy. Play with your balls a little . . . . pull on them for me . . . . back up to your dick, slave. start moving a little more quickly. Get yourself ready to cum, slave. I want to watch you cum for me, knowing it won't happen often any longer. Come on, slave, give this Master your cum. Empty yourself out for the Master. Spill it all out of you. . . . . . . . there you go, cum, slave, cum for your Master to enjoy. . . . . . squeeze yourself...get it all out. . . . . good boy. now don't move." He goes into the bathroom and runs the water. Comes back with something warm to clean off the boy and he does so while Michael, still breathing heavily, watches what he is doing. Finally, the boy all clean, he tosses the cloth to the side and reaches into the bag again. Something jiggles. He takes something out, and before Michael can even think, he puts a ring around the slave's dick and a cage over it and inserts and turns the lock and now Michael is a locked boy, locked in chastity. "Now there is only one cock in our relationship that matters," he says to Michael and kisses him on the nose. "Isn't that right, slave?" "Yes, Master. Only your cock matters, Master. I am here for your cock." "do you want to be my slave, Michael?" "Oh yes, Master, please, Master?" "are you ready for me to own you?" "Yes, Master, Ready." "you sure?" "As much as I can be, Master." "then that's the way it is. I am your Master. I own you. You will be with me alone and anyone else I decide to share you with. Do your understand, slave?" "Yes, Master. do what you will with this slave, Master." "Oh, I intend to. For now, I'd like you to get down at the end of the bed and show my feet how much you want to be my slave." And Michael goes, ends up kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed with his shoulders and head are up on the end and he's starting to suck Oscar's toes and clean between them. Oscar speaks gently in words to emphasis Michael`s humiliated status. "Please realize, slave, as you are sucking and cleaning your Master's feet that your little dick can no longer get hard because I have locked it in a cage, and that now I am in total control of your dick and your future orgasms, if I ever allow any. Your duty is to give pleasure to my cock. Mine is the only cock that matters now. I have taken yours away from you. . . . That is enough foot service for now. Slide up onto the bed and when you get to my balls, bathe them in your spit, and then when I snap my fingers, move up to put my cock in your mouth, just the tip, and play with it until I tell you to go all the way down on your Master." For the first time in his life, Michael discovers that he is floating in sub space, and his only desire is to obey he Master, and that in his obedience he will find his pleasure and joy, and it feels so good to be worshipping his Master's body as he is being instructed. The slave licks its Master's balls and sucks each one into its mouth for special tongue action, and it keeps on doing this until it hears the snap of its Master's fingers, then quickly moves to put the tip of its Master's cock in its mouth and plays with it with its tongue until at last the Master commands: swallow my entire cock whole, slave, and hold it there until I let go of your head. Michael goes all the way down and Oscar puts his hand on the slave's head and pushes it even more deeply down on his cock until he hears the slave start to gag and choke. He lets go and the slave pops up and off his cock, choking and trailing phlegm and spit which it quickly sucks up to show the Master the depth of its surrender to Him. "Down again, slave," coaxes Oscar in his usual sonorous and gentle voice and the slave rushes to obey, knowing what it will be facing once again. And sure enough, Oscar pushes the slave's head down and counts to 15 before letting it free. The slave's face is now covered with tears and sweat and it amazes Oscar just how much this is turning him on. "You are really my good boy. This time for 20, so take a good deep breath and swallow my cock again, slave." Oscar takes up the count again and by 17 the slave is pounding the bed in its struggles. Finally, when it is released it chokes more than ever as it laps up what came out of its mouth. "That is one fine example of how a slave like you should suck cock no matter what a Master's size. But now, just make love to it for a while. Not too deeply. I don't want to cum right now. I have other things in mind." As the slave continues to suck its Master's cock, Oscar reaches down and wipes the slave's tears with his own fingers and then dries them in its hair. "I enjoy seeing your tears, slave. More than I ever thought I would. You are a good cocksucker for your Master and His good, good boy. But stop for now and get down on the floor and grovel for Me." For a while, Oscar just sits on the side of the bed and enjoys seeing this slaveboy in this position. He feels such awesome power, but also an awesome responsibility. He gets off the bed and reaches into his bag again. This time he pulls out a brand new black leather collar. "Kneel up, slave!" He commands, and then comes behind Michael and wraps the collar around his neck and fastens it, making sure it isn't too tight. "This is the sign of your slavery. You will wear this whenever you are in this house unless a stranger is present, just as you will always remain naked in this house unless custom demands you put on a pair of shorts." Then he takes out a chain choker collar as used for large dogs and also fastens that around the slave's neck and locks it with a padlock. "You will always wear this and never take it off. Your shirt will cover it, even when you are at work. Between this and the cage around your dick, you will never be able to forget that you are no longer a free man but rather a boy who is owned by a Master. You will never be a man. You will always be a boy. A faggot slave." Finally, he takes out a brand new penis gag about 4" long, and inserts it into the slave's mouth and locks it behind its head. Michael makes some funny noises trying to adjust. "Silence!" Oscar orders, slapping the slave across its face. He orders the slave up on the bed again and commands it to hold its legs up. Oscar takes the lube and inserts one finger into the slave's asshole and runs it around before adding a second finger. "Feel me opening up this hole, slave, so I can take my pleasure in it. You will never know how good it feels to fuck a slave because you will never ever be allowed to fuck anything or anyone." He inserts a third finger. "Spread yourself inside, slave. Open yourself up for your Master's throbbing cock." He removes his fingers and then applies a good coating of lube to his cock, then drying his fingers in the slave's hair again. "Hold those legs back tightly, slave. Offer your boypussy to your Master." Oscar enters slowly but persistently and continues to press inside until all the way in as deep as he can go. The slaveboy groans like the slut it is becoming. "Okay slave, wearing my collar, give your Master a good hard ride." And he begins to fuck the slave furiously, having previously determined that the boy can handle this type of treatment. "Let me all the way inside you, faggot. Take my hard cock and give it pleasure. That's what you are here for. That's what slaves like you do for their Masters." It doesn't take too long until Oscar shoots his load into the slave's body while shouting for joy. "I'm fucking breeding you, slave." Finally he pulls out and as he does he grabs the slave by the chain collar and pulls it up and off the bed, then lies on his back himself. "Get a warm cloth to clean me off, slave, unless you'd rather do it with your mouth." Michael limps into the bathroom and come out with what's needed. He reverently cleans off the Master's dick and groin, then reaches back to clean himself. `NO!" shouts Oscar. "Go sit on the toilet and empty yourself out that way, then wipe yourself clean. Then come crawling back in here." The slave does as commanded and then crawls back. Oscar watches it there on all fours and finally tells it to come into his arms. He removes the gag and then kisses the slave and makes out with it for a good long while. After a while, the slave dares speak. "Thank You, Master." "You are getting what you really need, aren't you, boy?" "Yes, Master. Didn't realize how much I needed it." "That's because you hadn't found your true Master yet. Now you have." He kisses the slave again. Before they fall asleep, Oscar tells Michael "tomorrow I am bringing you to Master Zeke. I want to watch him torture your nipples and balls, and after that, he will most likely make use of you as well because I am sharing you with him when I wish. And after that is all over, I am bringing you to a petting zoo so we can have some fun together." And with that, they fall asleep in each other's arms.