Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2023 15:45:33 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-52 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 52. Conor meets Steven The doorbell rings and Conor get butterflies in his stomach. "Relax, boy," Frank tells him as he goes to answer the door. He and Steven come to the kitchen just as the boy is putting away the last couple items from breakfast. He takes one look at Steven and begins to tremble with excitement. "Step away from there, boy. Stand in the center of the kitchen and remove your robe so I can take a look at you," says Steven. Frank politely leaves the two of them alone. Steven can readily see all the marks and bruises on the boy's body. "Who beat you so badly, Conor?" "I did it to myself, Sir. I was being trained by an online Master and he would make me do things to myself. He told me to come here to meet him, that he was going to claim me as his own, but when I got here, his phone and online connection had been closed. I don't know what happened." "What happened is that some very sick man took advantage of your innocence and scammed you, boy. At least, however, he had the decency to have you come here to Lipton because we have a large bdsm community here. And you were lucky enough to be spotted by Frank's cousin Sammy, and that's why you're here for me to examine. You are a very beautiful young man, and you obviously had the persistence and the courage to do the things that bastard made you do to yourself. These are good signs that you might work out. However, I'll tell you this right now: you will not do anything to harm yourself again. Do you understand me?" "yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." "Come inside with me, boy." Steven goes to the living room. "I do not wish to hurt you. I'm going to inspect your body, Conor, just as a potential Master would do at a slave market. Don't be brave; if something I do hurts you, I want to hear it. do you understand me?" "Yes, Sir." "Good boy. Now put your hands behind your head and stand as still as you can." Conor does as he was told. Steven explores the boy's body, touching here and there. From time to time the boy cries out when Steven touches a tender spot, but there aren't too many of them. The welts on his back and ass are already fading, so they hadn't been too severe. "What did you use that put these bruises on you, boy?" "A wooden spoon, Sir." "It must have hurt a lot." "Yes, Sir. I was frequently crying and even choking on my tears when the Master told me do to things to myself." Steven fingers the boy's nipples and he inhales deeply. "He didn't seem to be interested in these lovely nipples." "No, Sir, he never did anything to them. What you're doing feels good. Sexy even." "I can see that, Conor. Your cock is getting hard. How long was it caged?" "About two months, Sir." "Did he penetrate you?" "I don't understand, Sir." "Did he ever make you shove anything up your ass?" "Only my fingers, Sir." "I see. Tell me what else he made you do. Tell me everything." "He made me punch my balls a lot, Sir, even beat them with the spoon and the strap. He also made me piss into a glass and drink it. He made me take different positions and some were very uncomfortable." "Such as?" "Holding my arms out for a long time, Sir, certain stretches and bending over. He made me tell all my secrets and what I thought about when I used to jerk off until he made me lock up my dick, Sir." "Did you take the cage off if you wanted to pleasure yourself between calls to him?" "Oh no, Sir. I just submitted to his wishes." "Tell me about things you did with other boys or men." "I've umm given blow jobs to a few guys, Sir, in bathrooms. That's about all." "And your ass is virgin? No one has ever fucked you?" "A couple of my mother's ...um...boyfriends fucked me when she was passed out. It hurt an awful lot." "Then bend over and spread your cheeks. I want to examine your asshole, boy." Conor does as told. Steven takes a careful look. "There doesn't seem to be any damage. That is good. When I fuck you, Conor, it won't hurt at all. I promise you that." "Yes, Sir. do you approve of me, Sir?" "Yes, so far, Conor, but of course we will have a trial period." "What does that mean, Sir?" "I am taking you home with me. I will work with you and train you to be my slave. You will live with me and obey me in all things including domestic servitude." "May I ask, Sir, what is that?" "Things like housework, cleaning, cooking for me, laundry and so on." "I did all those things at home, Sir. My mother was usually stoned or passed out. I tried to keep the house neat and I had to cook for myself and sometimes for her. When her boyfriends were around I tried to keep myself either away or hidden." "how long was all that going on?" "Since I was in grade school, Sir." "where was your father through all this?" "He is in prison, Sir. I haven't seen him since I was a little boy." "Do you know why he's there?" "Rape and other violence, Sir." "I see. I want to find out one more thing before we go home, boy." "Whatever you want, Sir." "Kneel, slave." "Yes Master". Conor kneels. Steven walks up to him. "Take my cock out of my pants and suck it, boy. Let me see how well you suck cock." Conor does as told. Steven is quickly hard. Conor sucks him off as best he can. "You need some training in how to suck cock, boy. Obviously that isn't something you could do on line." "Please, Sir, please teach me to be a good slave." "Why do you want to be a slave, boy?" "Dunno, Sir. Just always wanted to since I was a little boy." "I was told you have a phone and a laptop. How did you manage to get those?" "From selling myself, Sir. But I got a job after high school and had my own money. The Master made me pay my own way here, so I'd been saving as much money as possible. I have some left, Sir. I can give it to you if you want it." "How much money do you have left, Conor?" "About $100, Sir." "We will use that to get you some clothes, boy. Frank told me that what you have is pretty ratty." "That would be wonderful, Sir. Will that be enough money? I can get a job if you want." "Don't worry about thatl Don't worry about money at all. I'll take what you have and I'll take care of your needs after that. Your job will be as my houseboy and slave. You will take care of me as I wish. I don't want you out of my house much in the beginning. Will that be a problem for you?" "No, Sir. You can do what you want with me, Sir." "I intend to. I will give you safe words, but you will obey me in all things. I won't spank or beat you until your body clears up. After that, we'll see. There will be other things as well." "thank you so much, Sir. Last night I lost all hope. Now I have hope again. I promise I will be a good boy for you and do anything you want with me. My body, my life will belong to you if you decide that you want me, Sir." "How about contacts from your past, Conor, your mother and other friends?" "Sir, I hope this doesn't sound disrespectful, but I never want to see my mother again. As for other people, mostly friends from work. I'm ready to say goodbye to all that." "Okay. We will have to build a new identity for you so that you can't be traced and that no one can get back to you. I'll take your phone and laptop and will replace them. Are there things on your laptop that you want to keep?" "Just porn, Sir. And I collected a lot of stories from BDSM sites, Sir." "Most of that stuff is junk and is unrealistic. Abusive, even. It is clear that you have been brutalized by that monster who fucked with you. We'll get you a new phone, and I'll have my IT person search your laptop and most likely strip it. Unfortunately, the man who scammed you was probably able to get a lot of personal information by hacking your laptop, so that will need to be replaced as well. Do you have a problem with any of what I'm telling you, Conor?" "No, Sir, only please could I keep my first name, Sir? It's a name I made up for myself." "I like your name and I'm glad to know that you made it up, that it isn't your real name. So sure, you can keep it. I have many resources where I work and we will build you a completely new identity. When is your birthday? "May 5, Sir. I'll turn 20 in May." "We'll give you a birth date close to that. Feel free to ask any questions you have at any time as we start to get settled, Conor." "Yes, Sir. thank you, Sir. I have one more question now, Sir. What should I call you? "Sir or Master will be fine. You can use whichever one feels right for you at any moment." "thank you, Sir. I will probably call you Sir most of the time in the beginning, because I called that other guy Master and now it leaves a bad taste in my mouth." "Understandable. Sir is fine all the time until you recover from what happened to you and you want to use Master with me." Steven calls out for Frank and tells him he'll be taking the boy home with him. Frank comes into the living room with clothes for Conor. "Those clothes you had I threw into the garbage. These things will fit you I think. A little big, but I'm sure Steven will be getting you new things. And I included a pair of underpants." "thank you, Sir. thank you for everything." "You're very welcome, boy. I'm glad we were able to collect you and help you get settled. At least you're not roaming the streets of Lipton." "Get dressed, boy," orders Steven, and Conor obeys. They all laugh a bit at the fact that the pants cuffs have to rolled up and he's swimming in the shirt. "Off we go, boy. You'll see Frank again for sure. We work together and are friends as well." Before they leave, Steven excuses himself and calls Gary. He explains most of the situation and asks if they would "mind" the boy for him while he has some shopping to do. He doesn't want to leave the boy alone because his situation is precarious, and because, frankly enough, he isn't sure how much the boy can be trusted. Gary's happy to do it. Steven tells him that he'll give Brandon the rest of the day off so they both can tend to his new boy. Once they get into the car, Steven tells Conor that he's going to introduce him to a very special couple, one of whom has experience as a slave, and he'll go shopping for something for him to wear. "One of the reasons I'm bringing you there is so that you can see how much more relaxed the real thing is compared to what is found in porn. It will be good for you. That's part of the way I'm going to train you. do you understand? "So you're saying that the real thing isn't as tight and harsh as what happened to me, Sir?" "Absolutely not. These guys will really be helpful to you. And they've been in love since they were about 7 years old. But they just finally realized it for what it is. And you can trust them. You can tell them your entire story if you want. Whatever feels best for you, that is what you do." Conor giggles. "You made a poem: Whatever feels best for you/ that is what you do." They both laugh. <---good sign! Steven pulls up to the house and helps Conor out since he still is quite sore. The door opens and there is Brandon`s cute smiling face and naked body. He welcomes them in, offers them something to drink, and they all sit down at the kitchen table. He takes one look at Conor and puts his hands on each side of Conor's face and says, "isn't it nice the way things are turning out for you. I'm so happy that your Master's friend ended up finding you before any harm came to you," and takes Conor by the hand. Conor jumps! "Oh I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry Conor. I didn't mean to scare you." "His body is pretty badly beaten up. And his heart," says Steven. Steven excuses himself, "I'm sorry to run so quickly, but I want to go buy some things for him to wear. I got his sizes off the clothes he was wearing last night." "Wait, Steven!" says Gary. "The three of us are just about the same size. We can give him some of our clothing. What exactly are you looking for?" "Just a couple very basic pants and shorts in case he needs clothing, maybe a track suit, something like that. And, dammit, I'm embarrassed to ask, but some underpants." Brandon starts for his drawers when Gary calls a halt. "I'll give him underpants," says Gary. They're just classless butch. Not like your brands to attract a Dom with" "Okay," says Brandon. Come with me, Conor, and I'll let you pick a few out." Conor happily follows after. "This just might work," Steven says to Gary. "It will, depending on what the story is," he answers. Of course, Gary doesn't know yet, so Steven says nothing further. Soon Conor comes up with a pile of shirts. "Too many, says Steven. "Take three only." The subs go down again to figure out which ones to take, then come back upstairs. "Now come up here with me, Conor to show me what colors you like best," says Gary, and Conor follows right after and soon comes back with a single track suit and a few pair of underpants. He folds everything up into a neat pile and Brandon goes to put it by the door for when they leave. "Brandon, I'm surprised you're staying naked now. You aren't a slave any longer." says Steven. "I like it when he's naked and I'm not," says Gary. "Speaking of which," says Steven and, turning to Conor says "you should be as well, like a good slave boy," and Conor immediately pulls off the clothes he was wearing. "There. Excellent," says Gary. "Oh, oh, shit! Who did that to you? Let me see if I can do anything," he says and Conor raises his hands behind his head the way he had to do on screen a lot and even with Steven now. "You've got all that stuff at home, Sir," says Brandon, and now Conor is confused. "Who's your Sir?" he whispers to Brandon. "Gary, sometimes." he answers back. "only kidding. Definitely Gary. Very Definitely Gary. But I used to be Steven's slave until Gary let us know he wanted me, then Steven gave me back to Gary." Steven takes Gary aside and wants to know if he'd let his boy give Conor a blow job because the kid has never had one. "Only if Brandon says he'll enjoy it. I'll go ask him," says Gary, who goes to tell Brandon what he and Steven want so Brandon says, "Okay." "Let's go into the bedroom," says Steven, and they all do just that while Steven positions Conor's body on the bed the way he wants him. "Conor, Brandon is going to give you a blow job so you can know what it feels like so you'll know how to do it better," says Steven and Conor smiles a little as he half-sits half-lies on the bed with his legs spread. Brandon gets to Conor's cock in record time and very gently nuzzles it, then kisses the tip, then starts to lick, and so and so on until the new boy's dick is hard (nice size!) and then Brandon really goes to town on it and Conor is lying back there in ecstasy and breathing deeply. The Doms watch closely and enjoy every second of it. Brandon pops the boy's cock out of his mouth so he could dive right down on the boy's virgin balls, and this all continued for a good long time until Conor's eyes popped wide open and he shouts, "holy shitttttt!" while Brandon gulps him down and licks him all over until Conor quickly backs off. "Too sensitive," he explains and then says "hey, thanks," to Brandon, "that was amazing." Then Steven says to Conor, "you will do that for me later, just like that, slaveboy." "Yes, Master," answers Conor as if in daze from the aftereffects of that blow job. Gary changes the subject. "Conor," he says, "all we know is that you just came from a sad situation, and if that is all you want us to know, that is perfectly fine. But also, this is an opportunity for you to tell any part of it you want that you think will make us want to help you even more, if you want to take advantage of it." Conor turns to Steven. "Will you help me?" "Sure, boy," answers Steven. Conor looks down and starts to talk. I wanted to become a slave. I read a lot about it and really wanted it so one day I put in an ad offering myself to an experienced Master for on-line training maybe leading to a meeting. Less than an hour later, a message came through with this really hot picture of a Master and said he would train me. He gave me a link to follow and when I did, we were in a completely private chat room. We talked. He asked for more pictures. He made me hit myself and take a picture of what my body looked like after it. He did that an awful lot. All over my body. A strap or a heavy wooden spoon. I never saw any part of him except that picture and he could see all of me. This would go on for a long time and sometimes I'd start to cry from it but he urged me to keep doing it and he'd get me to take more and more. He promised that he would let me come to him after the holidays if I proved to be worthy. And so it went like that. I had to do more and more. Take more and more pain. Hold humiliating positions. And he'd make me fill a glass with my piss and then drink it back down. He loved doing that. Sometimes he'd make me take a mouthful at a time, or just to sip it for while (I hated that the most), all sorts of embarrassing stuff like that. Finally, after the worst beating ever, he told me that he wanted to claim me for himself. I was saving money so I could afford to take the trip. The date finally came. He gave me a phone number to call for when I got there to this town of "Lipton" where there are a lot of friendly gay people and bdsm people. A guy would pick me up and bring me to him and my official beginning life of a true slave or some name like that. The day came. We spoke in the morning. I got on the bus and after almost an entire awful day, late at night, we pulled into the town of Lipton. I went to pee and this guy was standing around looking, probably cruising, I thought. I went outside the station and sat on the ground and picked up my phone to call the number. The number had been disconnected. I started to panic so tried to contact him through our private link, but it said the link had been taken down. There I was. Cut off. Played for the fool. Alone. Scared. Dark. Homeless. Panic set in, and I started crying and making strange noises. The bathroom guy knelt down and heard my story and took me to his friend or his cousin or something like that and then this awesome guy swooped down on me and I want to be his slave and so that's that." They all sit quietly for a while. Then Brandon looks to him and says, "we all have stories but yours is one of the saddest. We will do everything we can to make sure you are safe and that things are going okay for you. I'm Brandon and this is my house, kind of. This is Gary. Gary and I met in 2nd grade and became best friends all through school and it's never stopped. Gary always said he was straight and I used to service him all the time, but more and more I felt like I was making love to him when I gave him a blow job, and that's just the way it's always been. A lot of other stuff has happened to me but after a while we finally end up back together again and we finally realized that we were in love and always have been. I am a sub and a slave. He is a Dom. I am His. that's the punchline. Gary was the first guy to ever see me start growing pubes (I was very late), and the first person I ever told I was gay. Gary started asking for blow jobs and that's the first time I started to do it. All our lives. Cool, huh?" Steven doesn't say anything and thinks that is for the best right now. Brandon asks if he and Conor could be excused, and they head down to the playroom. "Steven is wonderful, Conor. You'll be safe with him and he will teach you so much. He's very strict. Wants a lot of sex—really good sex. He won't hesitate to spank or punish when necessary. Basically a kind-hearted sadist." "why did you quit being his slave?" asks Conor. "Good question. Actually, Gary was in school far away but quit and came home and I offered for him to live in my house when he parents cut him off so here we are, and the more time we spent together, the more we began to realize that we're it for one another, that we're truly in love forever, and Steven saw this coming, so basically Steven set me free and then he found you, Conor, and that wraps up the whole circle." "So Steven gave you to Gary as his slave?" Brandon thinks, "Oh, fuck it." and says to Conor "yes, like that in a way." and Conor realizes that Brandon doesn't want to talk about it. Meanwhile, Brandon keeps singing Steven's praises and Conor really doesn't think he has many options at this point anyway, and he's liking the way Steven is "handling" him, and he does mean that. He's being `handled' by a special group in a company of some kind because he is valuable cargo. And, true to his submissive nature, that thought makes Conor happy. Dealt with like a commodity. Almost as bad as a professional athlete in a team sport. Traded back and forth, day after day. Conor decides to ask more questions. "so you know all about how to do it?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, how to be a good slave." "Do you want to be a good slave?" "Yes. Definitely." "Then it's very easy. Two rules. 1) Just do what you're told. and 2) Always be honest. That's the secret of being a happy slave." "thanks. I'll keep those rules in mind. Were you sad to leave Steven?" "No, but only because I'm so happy that Gary and I are finally not playing any more games. But Steven is wonderful." "Well that's good to know. I'm still having trouble getting the whole picture, to be honest." "I'm sorry, Conor, you're not. There are things I don't think I can share on my own. This whole thing is very complex. If you can settle with the simple explanation, that's good. Just stay there." "OOooh, this is getting spooky!" Brandon laughs. Now Brandon has questions. "So, this guy used to make you beat up and mark yourself?" "Yes. Lots of guys do stuff like this on line now. I just fell into it a little too deeply. But then again, if I hadn't then I wouldn't be here, and so far this is all the best ever for me." Again, Brandon`s heart breaks for the guy. "Well, I'm really happy about that. And it's gonna get better, Conor. I promise."