Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2023 12:36:50 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Bosses-43

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

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Chapter 43. Skipping ahead to Thursday

Back in the swing of things, Brandon is naked and wearing clothespins when
he logs on to work. Ned is his contact person this morning. "you can take
those things off. Kelton's the only one who wants to see you wearing them."
Relieved, Brandon obeys.

"I'm sending back the last file you sent us. It wasn't up to your usual
standard. We think you're recovery from last weekend is slowing you down a
bit. See what you can do to improve it."

"I'm sorry, Master, that my work disappointed you. I'll see what I can do."

"We're not going to punish you for this, all things considered. By next
week, however, you should be back in shape. What did your teacher say about
the poem you turned in this week?"

"She said I `show promise,' whatever that means. "Told me to reread Rilke's
letters, that I haven't absorbed what he was trying to say."

"Well that's a matter between you and her. Fix the document. I'm sending
you two more which simply have to be edited. Nothing original on your
part. And, by the way, we've set up a date for you tonight, and you'd damn
well better get more than a `shows promise' from the Master. I'll text you
the address."

"Yes, Master. this slave believes it is ready to be the slave it is meant
to be with this Master, Sir," I promise.

"You'd better, because it's Master Orson, and I'm sure you're going to pay
in some way for cancelling him out last time."

"Yes, Master. Will surrender to whatever Master Orson wishes to do with
this slave, including punishment."

"How are things with you and Gary, slave?"

"Not the greatest. Gary is having a hard time dealing with everything
that's happened to him, so he needs some TLC in a big way."

"Well, you will be free to spend time with him and cheer him up any way he
needs, if you know what I mean. Anyway, be with him Friday and Saturday
nights. Whatever he wants. Understand."

"Yes, Master, and thank You for giving this slave the time to spend with
its grieving friend."

"You're welcome, boy. Master Steven will be picking you up at noon on
Sunday and will keep you until time for work Monday morning.

"Yes, Master."

"that is all. Do your best with the document we want you to redo. Master
Frank just suggested that you edit the two new ones first. That might help
get you back into the correct brain-state again."

"Very wise idea Masters. Will do."

disconnected.

Brandon goes upstairs for coffee and Gary is sitting there staring into his
cereal. Brandon gets behind him and massages his shoulders.

"Hey, naked buddy. Come around and sit on my lap. Let me cuddle your bare
flesh."

"Sure thing." Brandon gets into Gary's lap and Gary hugs him and lays his
head on Brandon`s shoulder.

"Things are going to get better, Gary, you'll see. Hey! That's my nipple!"

Gary is toying with Brandon`s nipple. He's never ever done that before.

"Your nipples are beginning to look good to me, bran."

"Uh-oh," Brandon giggles.

"Think you could take care of me tonight, bran?"

"yes. In fact, I'm all yours from Friday until 12 noon Sunday. So if
there's anything you want to do or anywhere you want to go, just say the
word."

"Suck! That's the word I want to say," Gary says, brightening up a little.

"Well, I was ordered to do anything I could possibly to do to help cheer
you up, you know."

"I don't want you to do it because they ordered it. I want you do to it
because I asked you to myself. That's a lot different, and you know it,
naked Brandon!"

"Yes I know it, and trust me, Gary, I've been obeying you for a lot longer
than I ever knew them. In case you never realized it before, you're the one
who actually trained me to be a sub."

`You're kidding!" Even though all I asked you to do was suck my dick?"

"You've asked for a lot more than that, Gary, although mostly things that
weren't sexual. But it doesn't matter. Think back. It's always been me
obeying your wishes, Gary. Always. I was thinking about that when I was up
at the cabin this weekend.]

"Hmmm. I'll have to think about that."

"Please do. I saved some of the stuff I wrote about you and me, so I'll
show you sometime. But I have to get to work now, so I'll see you when I
get home tonight, buddy. Okay?"

"Okay a lot, Bran." Gary tweaks Brandon`s nipple a little and Brandon
squeals and jumps off his lap. Gary laughs and Brandon thinks how happy he
is to hear Gary laughing again.

Michael comes downstairs dressed for work. "Hey, guys."

Brandon "I'm jealous. You get to put on clothes to go to work. Never me."

"Oh you poor baby. Oscar took me to a friend's house last night to play
that dirty card game, `Against Humanity" or something like that. There were
six of us. Oscar made me get naked. I was the only one. And get this--two
of the guys there were straight. That was the most humiliating thing of
all."

"Oh, I'm happy for you, sis!" says Brandon as he goes back downstairs to
work.

"Wow!" says Gary. "The straight guys didn't get uncomfortable about it?"

"Not really. The friend had cleared it with them beforehand and they said
okay. And one of them told me he thought it was really hot!" Michael
admitted. "He especially liked the collars. And he asked Oscar what they
meant. You should have heard him. They actually stopped playing to listen
to him.

"Wow. What did he say?"

"He told them that the collar means that I am no longer a regular guy like
they are, but less than that in some kind of rank, that I have been
stripped of just about everything, especially a sense of pride, dignity or
freedom, that I am someone's possession, that I must do as I'm told at all
times, that—now get this!---that I am subject to punishment. Meanwhile
the chain means that I can be bound whenever necessary, and that the person
who owns me is very serious about this, and finally that the lock means
that I belong to him for as long as he wants, and that there is no way to
escape it without his approval since he holds the key." And after he said
that, he snapped his fingers and ordered "grovel!" and I rushed down to do
it.

"When I was down there, one of the straight guys asked Oscar if he could
make me give him a blow job, and Oscar said yes and then made me to it in
the living room while everyone else stood around and watched. And it took a
long time to get him to cum so there I was sucking some guy's cock in front
of four other guys. The other straight guy got so turned on by watching it
that after I was finally done with the first guy, he decided he wanted the
same thing and took his place, and I had to give the second guy a blow job
the same way. The guy I'd just finished still sat on the couch with his
pants down, and he was toying with himself while watching me service the
other and I was getting afraid that I'd have to suck his cock again, but
that didn't happen. The second guy came quickly. Good thing, cause his cock
was very big. Then it was all over. That ended the party."

"Oscar made me stay naked when we left the party, carrying my own
clothes. When we got back home, he said he had to do something about my
slutty mouth to clean it, so he took me into the bathroom, bent me over the
sink, and washed out my mouth with soap."

"OMG!" yells Gary.

"And then to get the taste of the soap out of my mouth, he gave me two
mouthfuls of his piss and made me hold each mouthful a while before
spitting it out. He hasn't made me drink yet. And then he got undressed and
made me grovel. I'm more deeply into humiliation than I've ever been in my
life. Then after I was down there for a very long while, he had me get up
and he fucked me while staring into my eyes. Then I fell asleep in his
arms. We hadn't even cleaned up. That's why the sheets are in the wash
today."

"What an intense night. He used real soap?"

"Yes. Ivory. He had brought it over before last night and I thought it was
just what he liked. Damn, he'd been planning this already!"

"You know what, Michael?

"what?"

"I think you are more of a slave than Brandon is"

"I know. How's that for a kick in the pants!"

Gary chuckles. Michael is helping cheer Gary up just as much as
Brandon. These guys really have each other's backs!

Michael looks at his watch and says, "Oh damn! I'm going to be late. What
else is new? I can get away with it because they say I more than make up
the time in the quality of the work I'm doing, so at least I'm getting
something right. Feels good, too. Especially considering what is happening
in my real job—being Oscar's sub." He rushes off.

Gary is busy trying to find a job. Barry has given him quite a few leads
for him to examine, and he would be able to find work in any of them. The
question was to determine which would be the best match in terms of his
knowledge and in the things he would like to learn more about. It's Barry's
idea that just like with Michael, it would be best to be working to advance
their own professional and personal growth. He felt the same way about
Brandon, but was aware that whatever Brandon did had to be connected in
some way to his submission type of life-style. Barry didn't really
understand enough about it all to be able to think about what "growth"
would actually mean in his case. He felt also that if Brandon would ever
achieve fame as a novelist, it is important that Brandon also have enough
real life experience so he'd have something he could talk about or relate
with. He's also glad that he has disengaged himself with Ned and his team
because it would create a double conflict of interest. The only time he
engaged with them was just over the past weekend, to ask them to get word
to Brandon that Gary was at his house and safely settled in.

So Gary's been spending time with a couple of the options, asking and
answering questions. That's the plan for the beginning of his search. And,
bless Barry, as he's doing this he is actually getting paid well, so in a
sense he is already an employee very close to the head office. Elon Musk
could learn a lot from Barry about management and leadership.

But let's get back to the Kinky stuff.

While Brandon is working on a document, a message comes to him from Master
Orson via Steven: "you will be waiting naked outside your home carrying a
water bottle but nothing else at all at 7 pm. When the limo arrives and you
get in, you will be brought to a barn on my estate. You will leave the limo
(with your water) and as soon as the limo drives off, you will grovel in
the dirt until I am ready for what will follow."

Brandon is both pleased and frightened, which is the usual combination of
emotions in response to that message. He can't answer it because there was
no way to do so.

He continues working. At about 11 am, he gets a text from Kelton. "will
arrive at noon for usual routine. will bring lunch. get clean." He chuckles
at the words "usual routine." On other words, Kelton wants to start fucking
him again after having to wait for several days. Brandon takes care of the
preparation Kelton requires and shortly before noon he gets up on the bed
and bows down, offering his ass to Kelton just the way he likes it. Clean
and well-lubed.

Kelton arrives right on time, and when he comes in, he has a photographer
with him to film what happens. He walks up to the bed, drops his pants,
gets himself hard and then impales himself inside the slave's ass causing
the slave to gasp and then continue to grunt as Kelton enjoys a nice
unhurried fuck right up until the very end when he fucks hard and fast
right before he cums. Then he withdraws, the slave carefully cleansing
him. He pulls up his pants and walks away. The photographer puts down his
equipment and the three of them have lunch. Brandon is surprised by the
direction the conversation travels. Kelton explains: "I want to make a film
of the degradation and punishment of a slave which culminates the way we
have just done. But now we need earlier scenes of my breaking you down as
my slave. Since there are no visible marks in the recording we just made,
any physical punishment has to be to the front of your body. I'm just
telling you this so that you aren't taken by surprise when it happens. So
that is what we're going to do for real. I've never done anything like this
to you, so it will be fun for me. All you have to do is exist the way you
do." Kelton sits and enjoys a beer. The recorder prepares. The slave cleans
up after lunch. When finished, Kelton says, "let's go downstairs," and
brings his beer with him.

When they get downstairs, they begin.

K- immediately grabs the slave by its neck and starts smacking it in the
face and forcing it to kneel. He then takes a black leather collar and
wraps it around the slave's neck, fastening it as tightly as possible, then
continues smacking the slave and spitting in its face. Then he takes his
thumb and forces it into the slave's mouth and pries it open so he can
insert another finger in to rape the slave's mouth and then begins kneeing
it in the balls until it doubles over totally and tries to run away.

"Get back up your fucking knees before I count to 5 or you'll be back at
that whipping post again! 1 . . .2 . . . . 3. . . .4 Brandon is back up
looking horrified. Kelton sees the look in the slaves eyes and throws down
the riding crop he was going to beat it with. "STOP!" he shouts to the
person recording it. "DELETE THE ENTIRE THING!" The media person makes a
few adjustments, gets his stuff and leaves. Then Kelton gets down on his
knees and takes the shaking Brandon into his arms and whispers into his
ears, "I'm so sorry, boy, so very very sorry, to frighten you the way I
just did. I had this idea in my head but never bothered to tell you or to
give you a script. This was a bad idea from the start. I never should have
agreed to it. It's not going to happen again. Ever."

He holds Brandon tenderly in his arms until he is finally able to quiet
down. He helps the slave stand. "Take the rest of the day off. Go relax
with your friend. Just be a good boy for Master Orson tonight and I'll make
sure you have special treats next week. And, just so you know, don't be
frightened by Master Orson's barn scene. It's all a front so he doesn't
waste his time with fussy sissies. Just go with it and act just a little
scared. Besides, the humiliation will do you good. Always does a slave like
you good. It hits you somewhere inside that's like a pleasure spot."

"Yes, Master Kelton. Thank You for telling your slave that."

"Don't forget, boy: we promised we'd keep you safe. Even from us if
necessary," and he goes upstairs and leaves. Apology completed and a slave
has no choice but to accept.

Anyway, after cleaning himself out again and having a nice shower to relax,
Brandon goes upstairs to see how Gary's doing.

"Not bad. Out of the first 5 leads, one looks good. Really good. And they
told me not to rush, but to make sure I get through all 20. Best of all
worlds. Your step-father is an amazing man. And like father, like son," he
quips with a smile. "What's up? You don't look so cool."

"Oh, had a strange kind of thing happen with Kelton just before so he gave
me the rest of the day off and told me to relax. I have a `date' tonight at
7."

"What strange thing?"

"One of the Masters, I don't know who, had this idea about making a clip of
me being worked over. It was supposed to be with Kelton. But no one told me
about it and when Kelton started getting mean I got really
frightened. Nothing like that has never happened before. But as soon as
Kelton saw the look on my face, he immediately put a stop to everything and
cancelled the plans that were made. So he helped me calm down and made
promises of something special next week. He even apologized. How about
that!"

"Cool, I guess. But damn, Bran, they've got to be more up front with you.
You know that word—consensual? That means communication at least, even
if you're their slave. I'm gonna have to become your ombudsman, I think."

"Hahahaha. And ombudsman between a slave and its Master. Big chance of
that."

"Oh just you wait and see. I can be very persuasive, Bran, you know that,
kid."

"Yes, I guess I do.

"So what do I have to do to persuade you to give me a blow job, buddy boy?"

"Right now?" (thinking, "I thought you'd never ask!")

"Well, let me take a shower and you can get my balls too like you did that
other time."

"Anything you want, Gary, anything you want." (and he means it).

"Cool. Tell you what: I'll take my shower downstairs and then you can dry
me all over and I'll get naked on your bed and you can lick me from my
knees to the top of my cock before you suck me off."

"Sure, Gary, that sounds hot," he says with a smile as he rushes downstairs
to change the sheets after being with Kelton. Gary is down shortly after
with clean clothes and goes to take his shower. Brandon quickly changes the
bed. After a while, Brandon hears a sharp whistle that Gary likes to make
and goes right into the bathroom filled with steam from Gary's shower. Gary
pulls back the curtain and steps out onto the bath mat dripping
wet. Brandon takes his hands and runs them down Gary's body from the top of
his head all the way down, front and back, and then starts using the towel
for his hair and head and then works his way down. "Good boy," coos Gary,
"you do good work."

"Raise your arms please, Sir." says Brandon and Gary does so Brandon can
continue drying his armpits, and can't resist burying his face in one to
sniff the nice scent of the soap, making Gary giggle, then dries his torso,
front and back. Then he kneels behind Gary and uses a new towel to dry his
ass, wanting to sniff in there too but not daring without talking about it
first, then goes in front, sniffs Gary's pubes and then dries him there and
then all the way down his legs. While he's doing this, he's thinking about
how he wishes he could take care of Gary the way he has to take care of
other Master'—all of it. Feet, ass, taint, balls, cock, smelly armpits,
all of it. Maybe some day they can talk about it. Once Gary's all nice and
dry, he goes and lies on Brandon`s clean sheets. Brandon goes to the bed
and does a little more work drying Gary's feet, which he notes are
attractive, and then slides up between Gary's legs to his knees and starts
kissing his way up Gary's inner thigh. Gary starts to moan. "Kind of
tickles, but also feel real good," he remarks as Brandon continues
servicing him, working the other thigh as well.

Now the really good parts. The balls. Gary's got big ones (no
surprise). Brandon can hardly get even one in his mouth, and he sucks and
licks away while Gary keeps up the sound effects. `Yeah, boy, get my balls!
and under my balls! and between my legs! (surprise to Brandon). "Oh fucking
good, slave. Now go get your reward. My cock. Take care of your best
friend's cock, slaveboy. Oh, you're not my slaveboy, but I want you to act
like a slaveboy. Brandon giggles, which sets new waves of pleasure through
Gary's groin, and finally gets to give a full-blown blow job to one of the
favorite cocks on his most favorite friend ever, and he gets more pleasure
out of giving it than Gary probably gets out of getting it.

He goes at it very slowly. They've got all the time in the world. Brandon
gets so much pleasure out of making his Gary feel good, more so than anyone
else he has ever served. Gary can't imagine anyone ever making him feel
this good because it's Brandon. They watched each other grow up. They
watched each other grow pubes. They frolicked together in one form or
another all of their lives. Now the roles are more fixed. Gary's cock,
Brandon`s mouth and throat and tongue. Even though they really are best
friends, Brandon serves Gary like the slave he is. But it's more an act of
love with him. Even more than when he served Justin.

Gary interrupts his train of thought by hollering out as his cock tightens
and then shoots a huge load of cum into Brandon`s mouth, more than ever
before. After all, it's been a long time for him. No sexual desire since he
left school. He cums so much that it starts spilling out of Brandon`s mouth
and Brandon has to catch it in his hand and then lick his hand clean after
he swallows what was in his mouth.

"Wow! Gary! You came in quarts!"

"All for you, my favorite cocksucker," he answers, and they both
laugh. Yes, indeed. Gary's going to be okay.

Later that night, after Brandon gets picked up by his date, Gary calls
Barry. "What can I do for you, son?" asks Barry. "You have a way of getting
in touch with Brandon`s, um...bosses, right?"

"Yes, I can do that. Sure. What's on your mind, Gary."

"I'd like to talk with one of them if possible. There are things going on
that are bothering me .uum...about what goes on . . .um..."

"Say no more, Gary. I get the message. But I have to suggest that you think
things through and be very clear when you speak with whoever calls. You
can't be umming the way you are with me. If necessary, write out what you
need to say and read it to them. Very important."

"Okay, Sir. I'll do that as soon as I get off the phone with you. I don't
know how quickly things move, but I'll be here all night. I'm not going
anywhere."

"Things do tend to move very quickly with them. So I'll tell you what: I'll
wait an hour and then I'll call, because I suspect they'll get right back
to you. That's the way they tend to do things, especially during the
week. So you get to work. I'll call in an hour."

"thanks so much, Sir."

"Barry. Not Sir. Okay?"

Gary smiles. "Okay, Barry. thanks again. bye for now."

As soon as the call is connected, Gary sits down to write out his
thoughts. It is time well spent. Gary looks at the clock when he
begins. It's 7:30. Brandon was picked up half an hour ago.

Barry wasn't fooling about things moving quickly with them. Gary's phone
rings at 8:45. Probably pretty shortly after Barry called them. "Hello,
this is Gary speaking."

"Hello, Gary, this is Steven speaking. I'm Brandon`s Master. I know who you
are. I was informed you had some concerns. I'm glad you're such a good
friend and ally to our slave. Please tell me what's on your mind."

"thank you, Sir. This multiple-Master relationship aka bosses you have with
my friend, am I correct in assuming it is BDSM slavery, and not real
slavery, since real slavery is illegal?"

Steven chuckles. "Smart ass, aren't you? Yes, of course, it's BDSM
slavery. Unlike what you and the slave have, which is rather a gentle and
emotional manipulation by a very domineering young man not willing to call
himself a Dom or Master."

That took Gary by surprise. "Stick to the script!" he says to
himself. "Don't take the bait."

"Well, Sir, with all due respects, my concern is for my friend's
relationship to his Masters, especially as regarding the understanding that
in BDSM activity, all things should be "safe, sane and consensual."

"yes, of course. And your concern is that somehow that was not being
followed?"

"Yes, Sir. I've only been here a short amount of time, but it seems to me
that sometimes things are ordered or simply happen to Brandon and there's
been little or no communication. A perfect example is what happened earlier
today, and I suspect you already know all about it."

"Yes, I do know all about it, Gary, and in fact, we have been discussing
what happened ourselves and realize that we should have let the slave know
what was going to be acted out. Our bad, and it won't happen
again. Fortunately, the Master who was using the slave saw its distress and
immediately put a complete end to what was supposed to happen. We will be
quite careful about this in the future. And, in addition to that, the type
of scenario which had been so poorly planned and communicated will never
happen again. We realized it was out of character for us to even pretend
brutality and so we will guard against it in the future. Our slave's safety
is an important priority for us and unfortunately, things got botched
today. Our apologies and promises that we will be more circumspect from
here on in. Does my explanation satisfy you, since you are the slave's best
friend?

"Yes, it does, Steven. thank you so much for hearing me out and for your
explanation. I feel much better about things now."

"I'm glad, Gary. We're all glad. And please do not hesitate to call me
directly if there is ever again any cause for concern on your part. We are
counting on you, now that you're here again, to look out for your friend as
his friend. And Gary, here is my direct phone number, and so you have it
now in your phone."

"Thank you so much, Sir."

"And thank you, Gary, for being concerned and for not being afraid to speak
up. Our slave is fortunate to have you and we're all glad you are living
together now. And, as always, we are pleased that you have used the slave
yourself in the past and hope you continue to do so and perhaps, if you are
ever comfortable enough, even expand the range of things that you ask it to
do for you. We believe it is good for it and contributes to its happiness
in a way that we cannot, so please understand that you are important to us
and important to our slave. Have a good evening, Gary. Thank you again for
looking out for the slave. Good day."

And, as usual. the call is disconnected and Gary breathes a big sigh of
relief, although it annoyed him that Steven refused to use Brandon's name
and insisted on referring to him as "our slave' or "the slave" or simply
"it." And as for Steven's remark that Gary himself is being emotionally
manipulative and domineering but refuses to refer to himself as a Dom or
Master, that bothers him a little bit for a couple of reasons. Yes, there
is a lot of emotion in their relationship, but it is a two way street, that
he never manipulates Brandon but is always up front with no hidden agenda:
if he wants Brandon to suck his cock, he asks him to. It's that simple. At
the same time he takes care of Brandon by spinning fantasies that he knows
turn the boy on. And as far as him being a Dom or Master, well, he doesn't
think of himself that way because he has no desire to act that way to
anyone else, and he simply doesn't like having to use those labels just
because he is the "big brother" in their friendship and always has been. He
wishes these men who are calling themselves Brandon's "Masters" would not
make any snap judgments without looking into their long history together.

No, indeed. This is not the end of his "discussion" with the "Masters"
concerning his buddy.