Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2023 11:27:29 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Brandon's Bosses-53 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 53. UP NORTH Austin is sitting comfortably reading in what used to be Jonny's room. Now it's Austin's room. There's a naked slave on the ground, named dan, but formerly Jonny. dan's upper shoulders are marked with lines from the cane Austin managed to get for himself when they were out looking for collars that could be mistaken for jewelry, just to save a slave some embarrassment. Austin did take Justin's advice and go to the same person who had crafted his former slave's collar back in the fall when things were full of promise. He didn't care for any of the ideas the fellow was working on. dan was schooling himself into having a blank face so he doesn't get accused of trying to sway the Master's decision. He had done that once before. That is why he was beaten. No. This time he will show no preference. It is the Master's decision. Finally, after making two other fruitless stops, the Master made an important decision. "You are going to wear a collar that clearly indicates what you are. If others have a problem with it, then it's their problem. You are not to respond to any comments made to about what you are wearing around your neck. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Good, because the next time I need to use the cane on you it will be on your inner thighs." "Please, Master, I promise to be a good boy. I will wear whatever You decide, Master. I am your slave." "Good to hear that. Always like to know that you remember what you are now, dan." "dan is Your slave, Master." "Do you have any homework to do, dan?" "No, Master." "Well then go and sit on the bathroom floor, slave, until I want something from you. Take something to read." "Yes, Master," and dan takes his bdsm novel and crawls into the bathroom. He is having trouble believing how good he feels being treated like this by the man he craves so much, being humbled and used and handled. Even being punished thrilled him inside as much as it hurt him on the outside He is still smarting pretty badly. Austin promised regular punishment and that is what he is delivering. dan has so damn much to learn! Austin is soaking up this stuff, getting advice from others, and doing online research on several sites. In fact, he has his professor's permission to do his final sociology thesis on the Master/slave lifestyle among gay men. What a wonderful way to finish his college career , because it's the last assignment he must complete before graduating this spring. They haven't had that important conversation yet: what will dan do after Austin graduates? Or rather, what will Austin decide to do with dan after he graduates. dan is only a sophomore. This will become Austin's concern since dan's parents have virtually cut him off after discovering what he was doing. They promised to fund this semester but that will be the final one. If he's going around manifesting some sort of homosexual roleplaying, then he could do it on the Master's dime, not his parents. In effect, he has no parents any longer, he was told. This all came to head this morning when said parents paid a surprise visit to his dorm room and found him naked on his knees with his hands handcuffed behind his back and a dog collar around his neck. An immediate family meeting was called between the three of them—after dan put on some pants and took that stupid thing off his neck. dan doesn't care. Or at least he's saying he doesn't care. It's been said that there are always considerably unhealthy issues in the families of men and women who end up taking sexually submissive roles in the kink world. There surely are with dan's family. Or ex-family, excuse me. Austin cares about dan, but he doesn't care about what his parents just decided. Austin is rich and wants for nothing, except someone to care for, and it seems like this is getting played out now. As far as future schooling for the slave, that's a question to be decided later on. Finally Austin puts down his book and walks into the bathroom. "I have to piss," he announces. The slave scrambles into the tub and kneels back with its mouth open. This is Austin's preferred way to piss whenever possible because he gets off on the amount of control he has over the slave. The slave waits for the Master's decision. The Master aims His piss where He wants. Sometimes most of it goes into the slave's mouth and sometimes the slave is ordered to swallow it and other times it remains motionless as it is anointed with the Master's piss once again. There are many other variations as well, as many as Austin's creativity will come up with. Tonight, while the slave was in the bathroom, Austin took an old sheet and spread it on the floor around the room. When he finished pissing, Austin ordered the slave to stand so that piss could drip off its body, and then it was ordered to crawl back into the main room, now covered with the sheet, and to remain there, cold and sticky and stinking because that was the Master's pleasure for now. Austin orders the slave to grovel, and so there it remains, a disgusting faggot pig slave humbled before its Master. "Lick my feet but make sure you don't get any piss on them," he orders. And the slave does as it's been told, careful to avoid soiling its Master. "Go and get me that thin whip I used on you this morning. I think we'll finish out our time tonight with more lashes for you." The slave crawls to get what the Master asked for and brings it to Him. "Lie on your back and spread arms and legs," he orders. From where he is sitting he lashes the slave's body with this whip which is relatively harmless but which produces a nasty sting when it's flipped correctly. Now Austin gets it right about ¾ of the time, so the slave will end up covered with stinging pissy flesh until the Master allows a shower. It gets quite a lashing, and then at last hears the word he is hoping to hear: "Shower." This evening's scene is over. He takes a good long very hot shower until he cannot feel or smell any of the Master's urine left on him. Shower finished, he dries himself and now is allowed to walk upright in the room. He lifts and rolls up the sheet and will wash it tomorrow. Austin is already in bed and he bids the slave to come sit by him so they can have a nice safe chat. Austin reaches out so he can play with the slave's balls as they're talking. "Are you absolutely sure you are okay with what happened today? I mean, it seems like you've lost your parents. Surely that must hurt." "Master, what hurts was having to be with them. This is freedom. Even if you don't decide to keep me, I'm still free to do what I want and go where I want or find another Master. Anything is possible." "I'm keeping you, dan. Now more than ever. I think we have a good thing going here. We've made a lot of progress and I am pleased with your behavior, your obedience, and your submission to my humiliating and strict way of ruling you. I will decide about your future education later this year. The important thing for you to realize, dan, is that now you have absolutely nothing. Everything has been taken from you, especially the promise of future support if you lived according to their rules. You are stripped bare, just the way I want you. This pleases me very much. Now I own you completely. So forget about feeling free because you will never be free. You wear my collar and just about everyone here knows what you are. You service several classmates each and every day. Your mouth is practically community property right now, and I am always eager to find reasons to lay my strap across your flesh and push tears from your eyes. I am very happy about what is happening. That should give you pleasure, slave, the fact that your condition is pleasing to me." "It does, Master. So much. I have found what I'm meant to be, Master. for you. for those you decide to send me to. All except for Justin." Austin chuckles a bit. "Agreed. All except for Justin. Well come and get under the covers with me, dan. Lie in my arms. Suckle me lightly until I fall asleep." As soon as Austin drifts off, dan (he never thinks of that other name—Jonny--except in class) kisses the top of his chest and closes his own eyes to sleep. Chez Steven Steven feels very strongly that he should beat the slave as part of its time settling in, but the boy's body is still in such sore shape that there is nowhere he would dare hit . . . unless . . . . ah, perfect! The old school trick: the strap on the hands. That will work just fine. Steven wants to produce the slave's tears not from its sad story, but rather from pain it receives from its Master. He's thinking very carefully, because he knows he has a treasure here in this boy. They've talked about a lot of things, but there is still so much to be explored, and it doesn't have to be done all at once. Nonetheless, Steven is somewhat obsessed with the need to hit his newborn slave, so it experiences that it can receive pain from someone else and never from himself. He made the slave promise that it would come to him if it ever got an urge to hurt itself again. Will that happen? He doesn't know. There are so many unknowns at play here. He goes into the kitchen and Conor is standing at the sink drinking a glass of water. "What do you think you're doing, Conor?" "Just having some water, Sir. I was thirsty." "I see. Put the glass down and kneel here in front of me, slave." Conor does what he was told. "You must learn how to ask for permission and also communicate your needs. If you are thirsty you tell your Master that you are thirsty and then he decides what to do about it. He may very well decide to let you continue to be thirsty for as long as he wants. It is up to the Master. Only a free man would take a glass of water from the sink like you were doing. So Conor, do you want to be a slave? "Yes, Sir, very much." "My slave?" "I think so . . . yes, Master, please keep me as your slave." "Then you need to be punished for helping yourself to water without permission." "Understand, Master. Very sorry for being that thoughtless." "Follow me." Steven starts to walk towards the bathroom. The slave gets up and follows him on foot. Steven turns around and faces the slave. "When you are down, slave, you stay down until given permission to stand," and he slaps him across the face again and again pushing his face back and forth until he begins to cry. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me," and he falls to his knees again and kisses the ground before this Master. "follow me." This time Conor crawls, bowed down as far as possible. Steven has already fastened leather cuffs to the slave's wrists and ankles. Now he takes a d clip and clips the slave's hands together behind its back. "I am binding you so that you don't make any more stupid mistakes," he tells Conor. "You only need hands when I have a use for them. Get used to having them bound, sometimes overnight even. Kneel up straight, slave. Don't slouch. . . . there, that's better. Steven begins to play with the slave's nipples, which of course gets the slave breathing heavily. "I'm surprised that guy didn't get you to torture your nipples along with everything else. But so much the better. I can be the one to break them in for you. They belong to me, don't they, slave?" "Yes, Master, those nipples belong to you. You can do anything you want to them." "We'll see, we'll see, boy." Steven steps up the pressure and really rolls the tips. Conor breathes more heavily. Steven lets go and the slave gives sigh of relief. Bad move. "Conor whenever I reach for one of your nipples, you must immediately push it out and place it into my fingers. Never pull back from me or you will be severely punished. Never ever back off from me, slave." Steven reaches again and the slave pushes its nipple into his fingers and Steven starts really making it sore as he heard the moans of the slave and even a bit of whimpering. "the other one too, he says," holding up his fingers. Again Conor reacts the way he was told to. Establishing good habits. Steven continues to work the slave's nipples until it begins to cry out from the pain. Steven is pleased and stops doing what he was doing, but pats the slave's face gently, indicating his approval. Then he reaches into his drawer and takes out two clothespins. "Push out your left nipple for me, slave." Conor does and Steven clamps the nipple with the clothespin and Conor cries out in shock at the pain. "Now the other one, slave," Conor hesitantly pushes it out and closes his eyes for fear of what's going to happen. Steven clamps that one as well and again the slave cries out. "Sometimes, if you really want to be a good boy, when I do something to you it's good to cry out, "yours" or "thank you, Master" things like that. Don't close your eyes. Look into mine. Conor does and Steven invades his eyes with his piercing glance. "You.are.my.slave" That is your identity. You will also notice, I hope, that it is very different when a Master gives you pain then when you try to do it to yourself, isn't it? "Yes, Master . . . more acute..." "it also indicates that you are under someone else's rule, that someone else makes decisions about how much pain you will endure for him." There are tears in the slave's eyes and Steven is happy to see that because it is a sign that the slave's attention is directed to what's happening here and it's not dwelling on what happened in the past. Steven juggles the clothespins and the slave cries out. "I've got them, Conor. Feel me own them, boy." Conor struggles to speak. "they are . . . . Yours, Master." "Yes, they are." Steven suddenly pulls both clothespins off the slave's nipples and it screams from the pain and then starts to cry as the pain intensifies because the clothespin was removed. Amid its tears, Conor says, "they .. . . . are . . . . . Yours, Master." "A slave's nipples are very useful. With just one touch I can have all your attention and hear you make involuntary noises, because I've prepared those nipples as ways to give you immediate pain." He touches one and the slave cries out. "Yes, boy. That's right. You're beginning to feel like a slave." "Kiss my feet to thank me for training your nipples, slave." Conor awkwardly bows down and kisses Steven's feet but then loses his balance and topples over. Steven laughs. "You're like a newborn calf, boy, trying to find your balance. Awkward. Cute as hell. . . . Get back to my feet. Lick and suck, slave." "Master, your slave is really very thirsty." Follow me into the kitchen. Steven goes quickly. It takes the slave longer because now it is forced to walk on its knees, not having its hands free. Steven takes no notice of the way the slave is struggling. "Conor, sometimes a slave has to work hard to obey, as you're learning now." Steven opens a cabinet and takes out a stainless steel bowl and fills it with water, then goes and places it on the floor in the corner. "that's where you go to drink. you can drink from it any time if it's there. Go have some water, slave. Let me watch you drink from your slave bowl." Just as Conor gets there, Steven removes the clip holding its arms together so he can use its arms to balance itself as it drinks from the bowl. "You'll need to find the way that works best for you when trying to eat or drink from a bowl like that on the floor. That's your corner. That's where you are fed and watered. Occasionally in other ways but we'll save that for another time. Steven watches as the slave tries its best to drink from the bowl. When finished, its face is all wet. It kneels up. "Sir, I don't understand why, but I got very turned on having to drink from that bowl." "The reason you got turned on, Conor, is because you are really meant to be a slave. If you weren't you probably would have gotten pissed at me for making you do that." "Well then, I know what I am, Master. thank You for helping me learn that." "That's what I'm here for, for you to discover how much it gives you pleasure when you behave like a true slave. Now I assume you haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. Is that true, Conor? "Yes, Sir." "You could always tell me you were hungry. I'm not into starving slaves or making them fast. There's not much here at the moment. We need do a good shopping. Maybe tomorrow. Oh I know! There's always peanut butter and jelly." Stand up Conor and go make us each a sandwich. Lay on the pp and j nice and thick." "Yes, Master." "I notice you're beginning to use `Master' quite often. I guess you've recovered from the bad association it had for you." "It's because You are making me feel like a true slave, Master, and not just some toy on the other end of a computer screen." Conor talks as he's making the sandwiches. Meanwhile, Steven gets a pillow and puts it on the floor next to his seat at the table. Conor finishes making the sandwiches and puts the two plates on the table. "Kneel on the pillow, boy." Steven takes a bite of his sandwich and makes pleasurable noises. "Well made, boy. Now here's another thing for you to remember: You have nothing. You are meant to have nothing. Everything you get comes to you from your Master." He tears off a piece of the slave's sandwich and holds it out for him. "Eat it from my fingers Conor." Conor does as he's been told and gets it into his mouth and licks Steven's fingers at the same time. "Good boy." "More please, Master." "When I'm good and ready. Hold on." Steven gets up and opens the cabinet. He reaches up high and pulls out a sippy cup he used to use with other slaves. He pours himself a glass of milk and fills the cup as well. He brings both back to the table, sits down and takes a drink from his milk. Then he holds out more food to the slave and it takes it from its fingers again. After it's finished eating, Steven holds out the sippy cup and tells the slave to put its mouth on it and suck. "This is another way you get to drink. Like a little boy." Steven keeps eating and drinking. "Thank you, Daddy!" Steven laughs. Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you, Conor. You get right into it! Now I have a third way of giving you to drink. Mouth to mouth. Drink from your Master's mouth, slave! Steven takes a mouthful and dribbles it into Conor's waiting mouth. "Thank you, Master. Any other ways?" "there's only one more. That's when you drink my piss right from the faucet. I'll save that for later." "wow. intense. better than drinking my own, Master." "that's right. How often did he make you drink yours from a glass?" "Every time the last couple months, Sir. Got used to it. Got off on the humiliation, I guess, but I'd rather have yours, Sir." Steven smiles at him and taps his face. "Well that training was good. Saves me some time. From now on, you will be my urinal whenever I want you to." Conor breathes heavily. "that got to you, I guess." "Yes, Master. the word hits hard." "I'm glad you are sensitive to language. It's a shame you never got to go to college." "Master, if I had, I wouldn't be here, so everything works out for the best, I think." "Good point. And I'm happy you're with me, boy." "Even though you're my Master, Sir, you are so nice to me." "Of course. I want my slave to be happy. All that mistreatment and degradation you read in porn is not what it's all about. It's about two people exchanging their power so that each is satisfied and happy." "wow. new way of thinking, Master. The guy was very mean to me and nasty. Lots of name calling but nothing ever friendly." "What names?" "Um...faggot, slave, pig, brat, bitch, piece of shit." "What effect did they have on you?" "Made me want to be more obedient, but something was missing." "Good observation. What was missing was that you couldn't show him what you were by doing things that faggot slaves do for their Masters. Here, finish your sandwich." It takes a while for the slave to eat it all because Steven held out almost half it at once. Once he finished it, Steven hands him the sippy cup and tells him to drink all of it down. "Stand" Conor stands. "Be a good boy and clean up after lunch. Then come inside and kneel before me. I'll be sitting on the couch." "Yes, Master." Steven goes inside, quite pleased with the way things are turning out.