Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2023 14:50:21 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Brothers-11

Chapter 11. Subjugation Ceremonies; Up North, Austin gets serious.

After they've viewed all the clips, Steven orders the slaves to go
downstairs again because there is something he wishes to discuss with his
brothers. Once they've left, Steven addresses the other two brothers:

"Over the course of this week, both of you have truly become Masters to
your slaves and they have completely surrendered to the reality that they
are indeed your slaves and all that means. Now I have a proposal to make: I
suggest that we conduct a series of "ceremonies" to further humiliate and
degrade these formerly free boys into mere property, to help them realize
that now only is each of them owned by a special Master, but that each of
them is in some ways subject to all three of us: All three of us have
dominion over them and can interact with them any way we choose, including
punishment when the Master consents to it."

"Sound interesting," says Oscar. "so you must have something in mind,
Steven, and I'm game. What kind of `ceremonies" do you have in mind?"

"Okay. So I know you're interested. Here's what I have in mind . . . . "
and he explains exactly what he has in mind, and the other two readily
agree to go along with it. Steven calls the slaves to come upstairs. Each
of the Master is seated barefoot in a chair and the slaves are ordered to
grovel before their Masters, one on one.

Steven leads the way.

"First of all, you are forbidden to speak until we finally give
permission. If you break this rule, you will receive one sharp stroke of
the cane across your back, and it will cut you. I'm not fooling, so take me
very serious about this. Now, each of you, beginning with Conor who is the
lowest, will crawl to us and kiss each of our feet and then crawl back to
your place. By doing this, you learn that each of us has some authority
over you and each of us may do what we can to make sure you always know
your place. In addition, each of us had the right to punish you, with your
Master's consent. And so, Conor, come here and surrender to us."

First Conor, then Michael and finally Brandon do as they are told and each
of them fully understands just how degraded they have just been and how
much control is wielded over their lives. And all three of them are really
getting high on this.

Steven speaks again. "Second ceremony. Toilet training. Each of us is going
to piss in a large bowl here. Each of you is going to be fitted with a piss
gag. Then each Master will bring a cup of this combined piss and will feed
it to his slave. Each of you drinks each of our piss tonight. Again, this
is strike home how low you are and how much we feel each of you is a
personal pig to each of us. This will not happen again unless we decide
there is a good reason to have to remind you about what you did
tonight. Kneel up, slaves."

Each Master takes a different type of piss gag and fits it to the slave's
mouth as required. Now each slave has no way to reject what it is fed by
its Master. Once the gags are in place, the three Masters stand over the
bowl and piss into it so it is all mixed together.

Again, starting with the lowest, Steven brings a cup of piss to Conor and
pours it into its mouth. The others follow suit. Brandon, being the crybaby
of the group, has tears running down his face.

The gags are removed. Steven speaks again.

"So you were fed our piss by your Master and you had no ability to refuse
it. But that isn't enough. We want your active submission to us. And so
each of you will crawl over to the bowl, will lower your head to the piss
that remains, and when we order, you, you are going to use your lips and
your mouth to suck some of it up and swallow it. Hesitation, again, will be
punished by the cane. We expect you to do this eagerly because we know how
eager you are to be totally humiliated and dominated."

And so, this third "ceremony" takes place and the boys are greatly subdued
and pensive after they return to their places. Apparently, Brandon added
some of his tears to the mixture of piss in the bowl. Fortunately, however,
he was the last to be made to lap up some of the Masters' combined piss.

The slaves continue to grovel while the Masters clear things away and
Steven takes a moderately severe flogger out of his case.

"And now for the final ceremony. Each of you is going to have its chest
flogged by each of us. Each of us will give you three lashes. Conor, you
are first. Come stand here in the middle." Once Conor is in place, the
other two slaves are commanded to hold his arms straight out to the side
and not to let go for anything.

Steven flogs Conor, then Oscar, then Gary. By the time this is completed,
Conor is in tears.

Then it is Michael`s turn, and he howls. And finally, Brandon takes his
lashes with screams and sobbing.

At that point, the Masters leave the boys standing there trying to
commiserate and calm each other down.

The little party breaks up around 9 pm, which gives each couple a chance to
enjoy some private time together. They all agree that they will each take
their own cars to the Club on Saturday, which gives them the ability to
leave whenever they wish. Good idea.

And so, let's take a brief look at how each couple spends the remaining
time until bedtime.

***

Gary asks Brandon what effect Steven`s liturgy had on its understanding of
itself. "Your slave got what it needs, Master, and now it knows it will
always be a slave to anyone who wants to use it in any way. Anyone you
want, anyway, and this slave no longer is capable of any resistance."

"I have something else I want to discuss with you: "I keep getting these
urges to treat you like a little boy," he says to Brandon who is lying on
the couch with his head in Gary`s lap, a position often used for more
serious conversations. "I don't want you to go along with it just because
you naturally surrender to everything I want."

"But it's always been that way, Gary," points out Brandon.

"Yes, but now things are a little different."

"How so? If I may ask?"

"Now all sorts of things might come up, things I want to try or things you
wish I would try, and I'm thinking a lot about the word `consensual.' I
want your consent, not because you have always consented to everything I've
wanted, but rather I want your consent because what is happening is feeding
your need to be dominated, humiliated, trained, punished, and so on. Take,
for example, the sippy cup. How does it make you feel when I hand you one?"

"Well, after everything that happened tonight, your slave has no sense of
dignity left. It isn't worthy to drink from anything except what you
choose. The sippy cup brings further humiliation. It makes me feel that I'm
not a grown up ordinary man. The sippy cup makes me feel like you're the
parent in addition to being the Master. And the sippy cup tells me that you
don't want to be bothered deciding when to have me drink anything because
you hand me the cup and that's the end of your responsibility."

"Wow. That's a lot."

"yes, Sir. It is."

"And sometimes I'm going to have you drink from a bowl on the floor from
now on, slave, just like you did tonight."

"Yes, Master. That's even more humiliating."

"And sometimes, I want you to realize, I might just piss in whatever is in
that bowl."

"As your wish, Sir. "Good. And now, speaking of piss, I have more to give
you. " The slave quickly gets into position, holding its Master's cock in
its mouth and drinks down what flows from Gary to its tummy. Then it begs
permission to use the bathroom so it can piss as well. The Master brings it
into the bathroom and shows it a pail on the floor. From now on, the slave
will frequently stay on all hours and lift its leg like a puppy and piss
into the pail. "Be careful not to miss," Gary tells the slave, "because if
you get any on the floor you'll have to lick it up."

And so here is yet another "ceremony" to further impress on Brandon just
what it is meant to be in order to please its Master. Meanwhile, Gary
decides that he's going to buy some boy's "tighty-whiteys" and maybe even
some diapers the next time he's off doing any shopping at the local
discount store.

***

Oscar was in a rather sadistic mood. He was sitting in a chair in the room
and Michael was kneeling before him with his hands behind his head. Oscar
had a riding crop and was using it to smack back and forth across Michael`s
uncaged cock and balls, and occasionally across its nipples, but mainly
concentrating on what was between its legs. A couple of times, Michael
broke position, let his hands go down to protect himself and doubled over a
bit. Oscar make it clear that he was counting the number of times this
would happen and promised that would be the number of lashes from a new
paddle that Oscar had brought when he was downtown the other day. As time
went on, Oscar struck harder and harder until at last, the slave had broken
its position 10 times. Soon after that it was on all fours while its Master
wielded the paddle with a moderate amount of force, enough to get some nice
sounds out of the slave. who was reminded that this paddling was punishment
for the slave breaking its position, and that further training like this
would be planned in the near future, perhaps even at the club.

This was Oscar`s way of following through on what happened tonight through
the use of humiliating pain and punishment. He did not permit the slave to
speak for the entire evening and made it clear that he really wasn't
concerned about what the slave thought of what had happened. It seems that
the ceremonies had a powerful effect on Oscar above and beyond any effect
they had on the slaves. Oscar is now more firmly settled into his new way
of life as a Master who owns a slave and who will continue to impress on it
the state of its low status.

***

Steven didn't see any need to discuss the evening's events with his
slave. It was apparent that Conor was moved by what took place, but also
just as apparent that it firmly established how low it is in the scheme of
things. And so Steven demanded complete oral service from his slave,
especially since the pain of the caning and the chest flogging it received
tonight was all keeping it tender. And so, Conor spent a couple hours
servicing the Master's feet, ass, balls dick and armpits, drank of lot of
his spit and piss, and continually thanked the Master for training it to be
a better slave. Steven locked the slave in its cage earlier than usual
because he had some office work to get out of the way before morning. The
slave found it necessary to curl up on its side so it wouldn't have to lie
on its welted bottom. It fell asleep quickly. There is something so
peaceful to it about becoming totally owned and controlled. It was all just
about obedience and pain. It never had to worry again about where the next
meal was coming from, or the danger of being brutally assaulted by the
supposedly straight drug addicts his mother kept bringing home after she
passed out and they hadn't been sexually satisfied. Conor also seriously
suspected that one or two of these "boyfriends" of hers only hung out with
her because they wanted ready access to her son. All in all, this was a
much better life, and far more secure, and the parameters were not all that
difficult to live with for a masochist such as him. And in addition to
that, his Master, although quite strict, also gave every indication that he
cared for the slave's well-being. In fact, before locking Conor into its
cage, Steven let it know that it would not be required to go to work on
Friday, that he was calling Mike to cancel, and that it should just perform
its houseboy duties to the extent it was able to the next day.

The next morning, Steven received a disturbing email from an address he did
not recognize. The email was brief and to the point. "I am offering you
$20,000 for the slave you currently own. You will be contacted soon with
more details."

Ironically, Steven didn't need the money being quite wealthy himself. In
addition to that, Steven would never get involved in such an arrangement;
he knows that bdsm slaves were sometimes exchanged, traded or sold, but the
practice disgusted him and he continually did everything he could to
prevent such arrangements from being made. Nonetheless, he was
concerned. Concerned that someone or some group of people had his, her or
their eye on the boy for whatever nefarious purposes they had in mind. He
also couldn't help but wonder whether there was any connection between this
and Conor`s old life, although he seriously doubted that anyone associated
with his mother would have that kind of cash to work with.

He forwarded the email to his colleagues and they immediately made
arrangements for an investigation to take place. The email, unfortunately,
proved to be untraceable, so it was a question of waiting for the next
communication to arrive.

Steven went back into his room and took a look at the naked slave asleep in
its cage, having tossed off the blanket sometime during the night. He took
a good look. He began to realize that he was very fond of this boy, and
that he would see to it that no harm would ever come to it other than the
harm that was an accepted aspect of the lifestyle they had chosen to
embrace, the evidence of which was clearly marked on the slave's chest and
its ass.

He also noticed something else: in its sleep, the slave had begun to suck
its thumb.

Up North (For further background about what's happening up north and the
characters up there, it's necessary to read the 2nd and 3rd books of this
series).

Austin had been trying his best to keep things on the down low, but as so
often happens on college campuses, word of anything out of the ordinary
quickly gets around, especially in the gay community which was quite large
in this heavily populated University. And surely enough, Friday morning he
gets an email from a Professor Keaton, someone he had never met before,
inviting him and his submissive to an informal gathering at his home on
Sunday afternoon of "gay Doms and their submissives." An additional note
said that it was customary for submissives to be either naked or very
lightly clad during the gathering, and that there was a changing room for
the subs to the right of the back door entrance.

Jonny(renamed dan by Austin) is already in class. Austin texts him, "need
to connect: when, where" and dan soon gets back: "library periodical room
at 11" Perfect! He meets dan (Jonny) there and they slip into a small study
room and lock the door. Austin shows dan the email. the sub isn't surprised
at all. "a couple times I had walked by the Prof's office and saw Brandon
kneeling there naked against a wall right where everyone and anyone could
see him. Obviously, he's into what he's talking about. You could ask for
more information, sure, but obviously, Sir, it's up to you whether or not
you decide to accept the invitation and bring me as your submissive. Of
course, then everyone would know."

Austin has already been giving things some thought. "I'm going and I'm
bringing you in a collar and on a leash and you will be naked for the
entire gathering. Consider it a learning experience."

"Wow. Might as well dive deeply into the pool all at once, not caring what
kind of a splash you will make."

"Yes. And you're going to be punished for making such a remark."

dan lowers his head. "Yes, Master. Sorry I got carried away."

"I don't want to put any marks on your body before Saturday. I'll have to
come up with something else, or maybe even just punish you right there at
the gathering, or maybe make you serve another Master."

"As long as it isn't Andy, Sir, please?"

Austin chuckles. "Of course not. Maybe I'll send you to the guy who used to
be Brandon`s Master before the kid moved away. He was the one who used to
suck my dick whenever I wanted, Justin's orders."

"May I ask a question, Sir?"

Austin nods. "Do you know why Brandon so abruptly moved away as soon as the
semester ended?"

"No I don't. But I do know that Justin beat the shit out of Brandon shortly
before he moved away, and I suspect that had something to do with it. He
was covered with welts the last time he gave me a bj. Hmmmm, maybe I
shouldn't send you to him. Maybe he's too tough for a faggot like you."

dan wisely says nothing.

"Go to the Rainbow table for lunch today and ask around. Maybe someone
there will have any info about the Professor's gathering."

"Yes, Sir," answers dan, and with that they go their separate ways.

AT THE LUNCH TABLE

dan isn't shy. "Hey, did anyone here get an invitation to a gathering at
Professor Keaton's house on Saturday?"

Ozzie the wiseass jumps right in. "Keaton? It must be kinky."

"How do you know that?" asks dan.

"it's no secret," Ozzie answers. "I know a couple guys who have gone to one
of his events."

"submissives?"

"No. The opposite. Had a good time. In fact, one of them hooked up with
some sub and they went out together for a few weeks last year. So you got
an invite? Didn't know you were a sub."

"In training, but yes, the guy who's training me got an invite. We thought
no one knew about us."

"You must be Austin's faggot, then."

"Yes, Ozzie. And he decided we're going; maybe we'll learn something."

"Just make sure he keeps you on a leash," says Sammy, who just came to the
table with his lunch.

Jonny laughs out loud. "He said that's what he's going to do with me."

"and keep you naked, I hope." says Sammy. "I'll be there. I always go with
one of my boys."

Jonny blushes. "Do you think Justin will be there?"

"It's hard to tell. He hasn't met anyone yet who can replace Brandon in his
mind. Why, you volunteering?"

"Oh no. Someone already has me."

"You mean you have a Dom," says Sammy.

"Yes, Sir, that's right."

"Well then, don't be afraid to use the proper language, boy. Don't make up
euphemisms."

"Sorry, Sir."

Sammy punches him lightly in the arm. "Only teasing, pup. But maybe I'll
get to punch you harder on Saturday, or get your Master's permission to
slap you around a bit. Those gatherings sometimes get a little wild,
especially after one is supposed to end. Then anyone who wants to do any
impact stuff sticks around with Keaton's permission. I'll put in a good
word for you, pup."

Again dan says nothing. A couple other guys come to the table that dan
doesn't know. He hadn't been sitting at that table until Andy had finally
"turned" him. Again, though, he's not shy. "Does anyone know about the
get-together that Professor Keaton is having this weekend?" No one else has
anything to say.

Finally, he finishes his lunch and says goodbye before leaving. As he's
walking out of the cafeteria, one of the guys from the table catches up
with him and says, "I don't know you. My name is Patton. I'm actually going
to that event, but I didn't want to say anything in front of the others. I
just transferred here. I'm a junior. I have a slave who transferred with
me. We'll be at the party Sunday. It should be interesting, if for no other
reason, than we get to know all the D/s couples around here."

"Glad to meet you, Patton. I'm dan. My Dom is bringing me as well."

"have you been to any of them before?"

"No, Sir. We're pretty new into the scene. Sir wants to bring me because we
might learn something from the others."

"Well, boy, please make it a point to introduce your Master to me at the
gathering. I'm sure I could show you guys some things and answer any
questions you might have in the future. Don't hesitate."

"We won't, Sir. thank you." Patton swats him playfully on the rump as he
leaves.

dan is sure to tell Austin about Patton when they get together after class
in the afternoon. "Good to know. I'm really getting into this and I want to
know the best ways to train you the way I want you."

"Wow!" reacts dan. "That was pretty hot language "train me the way you want
me?"

"Yes, dan," says Austin. "It's time to get more serious about all this. At
least that's where my head is at, and I don't think you're that far from it
yourself, so just let me give you a little push in the right direction,
boy. And if I'm wrong, say the word and we can just go back to being
friends again. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I
really want to train a slave, like I said, the way I want it. So if you're
not ready to let me take charge of this whole thing and do what I think you
need me to do, here's your last chance to back out."

"Wow."

"Strip and get down on the ground or leave the room for a few hours I'll be
moved out by the time you return." He looks intently into dan's eyes. dan
is terrified, but he starts to strip and once he's naked, he gets down on
the floor and grovels, trembling."

"I know you're terrified and this is sudden and sooner than you might have
expected, dan, but you need to stop thinking that way and simply allow me
to do what I'm going to do with you and with us." Austin kneels next to him
and begins to stroke his neck and back and dan begins to cry.

"I know, baby, this is a big thing. Very big for you. A tough guy like you
being flipped to become a slave. It's big for me, too, and you're my
responsibility in this, so trust me, just like you have been all along. And
I'm glad you're groveling the way you are despite your fear. It shows how
much you realize deep down inside that you need a lot more than Andy ever
offered you. You need a Master. And that is me. I'm your Master, dan."
Austin gets up and sits in the chair. "So strip my feet and start
worshipping them, slave."

And we'll leave things there for the moment.

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN



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