Date: Tue, 9 May 2023 16:06:10 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's brothers-21

Chapter 21. As time goes by: Updates on all 6 couples.

Yes, six couples now, and it's hard keeping track. Let's begin with the
original three:

Brandon and Michael and Conor, the original brothers, often have a chance
to be together and their Masters (Gary, Oscar and Steven) decided to let
them have a special treat: supper together at a local pizzeria without any
supervision. However, at Gary's urging, before leaving for supper, each of
the three receives a good thrashing from their Masters, all together in
Gary's living room. That way they have a constant reminder that they are
not ordinary free men when they have to sit on very sorry asses on hard
plastic seating in the restaurant chosen specifically because the seats are
not padded.

Of the three, of course, Conor gets the worst of it although all three are
crying like naughty little boys by the time their Masters are done with
them, and time is needed to dry their tears and give them eye drops before
they head off for supper. Michael is the driver since he is used to driving
to work on his own every day. Conor has no license and Gary prefers that
Brandon's driving be restricted. They are each allowed one beer only.

This is one of two monthly occasions when the slaves are out together. The
other occasion is TWINKnite (renamed) which is also monthly. At the last
event they are the stars of the show. The three of them are strung up
together around a single rotating pole and four invited Doms surround them,
each with a different implement to use on the slaves as their bodies come
near. One has an ordinary leather strap. The second has a light whippy
cane. The third, a flogger, and the fourth, an African whip supposedly made
of rhino-hide. It's that whip which elicits the loudest and most desperate
screams from each of them. The "action" comes to an end when Steven calls
it, and the slaves are left hanging for a while and are orders to make out
with one another as a way of processing the pain and humiliation.

Once they're taken down, each slave is brought to a private play space by
its Master and used as the Masters determine. Conor drinks its Master's
piss. Michael blows its Master and then settles down at his feet. Brandon
kneels before Gary who gives him a rather intense lecture reminding Brandon
how their relationship has evolved and how turned on Gary is by the power
he now has over his former childhood friend. Now his complete servitude has
trumped most traces of friendship since Brandon is currently being trained
with 24/7 protocols determining its behavior in all matters.

As is often the case, Conor is the one who is made to suffer the most by
its sadistic Master who has come to understand how deeply set Conor's needs
for pain and subjugation are within its spirit. Tonight, Steven has decided
to try something new. Tonight, Conor is tightly bound and crucified in full
view of the guests at the club. Many of whom take seats and watch Conor's
agonizing struggle before them. And around the Club, there are a few sub
boys who stand off at a distance and watch Conor with a certain degree of
envy in their eyes. It must be said that Conor isn't left hanging for too
long, and three talented men provide excellent after-care, massages, and
words of admiration to lift the slave's spirits, especially after Steven
informs the slave that this will be happening at every future meeting as
well.

Yes, indeed, TWINKnite has become a great success. Every event draws more
twinks with kinky notions in their heads, the admission fee for Members is
hefty and all the money raised is donated to the Trevor Project, a
wonderful organization which does a lot to help nearly-suicidal young gay
boys who have been disowned by their parents and who are struggling to put
a life together after being made homeless.

. . .

The 4th couple is Kelton and NoName. After a couple weeks, Matty does
respond to NoName's letter. He expresses regret that NoName was left with
no option other than make its escape from Matty since Matty had decided to
terminate the bdsm aspect of their relationship. It is a sad irony that not
too long after NoName had run away, Matty's inner Dom instincts again rose
to the surface and he'd been acquiring a lot of good experience with a
series of sub boys, none of whom stuck around for very long because it was
clear to them that Matty was pining away for the one great love of his life
whom he had driven away by his own stupidity.

When Kelton read Matty's reply he made two decisions. The first was that he
was not going to let NoName read the letter or even know about it. The
second was that Kelton replied personally to the letter, and he and Matty
began chatting regularly via text and email, as Kelton continued to
encourage the would-be Master to continue to develop his skills and his
mindset. Kelton kept Matty abreast of the ways NoName was being trained and
disciplined, and after a series of powerful messages, Kelton got the idea
in his head that he would one day soon give NoName back to Matty provided
that Matty realized the only way he could keep the former love of his life
was by being a strict and demanding Master who would not hesitate to
satisfy the slave's masochistic needs in the future. Kelton sees this as a
win-win-win situation, because he is already tiring of the responsibility
of having a full-time slave and he sees this as a fortunate development,
again providing that Matty will not again get the notion of becoming
vanilla in his mind. A date for a visit has been set. Kelton has a bit of
time to decide how to let NoName know about what is going to happen in its
life. Should he prepare the slave in advance, or just spring it as a
surprise? What will be best for the slave? What will be the easiest to
handle? Kelton being Kelton, of course, has the slave's need paramount in
his own mind; nonetheless, he is looking forward to the day when he can
take the slave's leash and place it back in Matty's hands.

. . .

Two more couples to peek in on, both UP NORTH.

When not on campus for classes, dan has become Austin's naked houseboy
slave and also cocksucker to a number of Austin's friends from school,
sometimes even servicing horny classmates in their dorm rooms when the
timing is right. In addition to this, Austin frequently lends the slave to
his cousin Joe and eventually, Joe's house is well-kept despite Joe's own
tendency to sloppiness. This has paid off for Joe, because now when he has
a "guest" over to hook-up, the guest isn't so turned off by the mess that
he decides not to come back for more. Joe has no sexual interest in dan at
all, but has become quite accomplished in using a cane to keep dan in line
and on purpose when he's sent to him to keep house. dan often is returned
to Austin with a number of bright welts in various places on the slave's
body.

dan is now caged all the time, and already the size of the cages has been
stepped down. dan has ceased begging for orgasms, since those outbursts
have always been met by torture and further removal of privileges,
including meals. In addition, Austin has procured a wire cage similar to
those found at dog pounds and that is where dan spends most of its free
time, and evenings, and where it does its homework. Austin has become a
total Master in every respect, and they've learned together that dan has a
deep need for continual humiliation. Austin is quite gifted at keeping the
slave as far down into its headspace as possible and dan has gotten to the
point where he worships Austin with considerable gratitude and even
love. Austin had also pretty much decided that this will be dan's final
semester as a very mediocre college student, and is looking into the
possibility of the slave continuing its education in a trade school of some
kind or in developing its career as a regular houseboy slave serving a
number of different clients, (some of whom would have all rights to the use
of the slave's body) but all having the right to deliver punishment as
needed for motivation. So far there's only Joe. Austin is already sending
out feelers to older gay men who live in the area who might be interested
in making use of the slave as a naked gay houseboy. Austin is also
discovering that this can be a lucrative source of income. It might sound
hard to believe, but the fact of the matter is that dan has surrendered
completely to whatever Austin wants for its future, and is in fact very
turned on by the knowledge that all decisions about its life from here on
in are made by the Master. All it has to do is surrender.

And now, finally, for Justin.

He didn't get to talk to Darryl until a week after their first time. Again,
he watched Darryl operate from a distance until Darryl saw him watching and
gestured for him to draw near while he dismissed the sub who had been
kneeling in front of him. Again they sat down and shared a drink. "So
you've been thinking of what I told you the last time?" Darryl asked.

"yes, I have, and it mystifies me because you told me that you lead. That's
always been my style as well, and yet, you got me very hard last
time. Harder than I've been in a long time."

"Harder than you've been since that boy left you, I imagine."

"that's right. I've been very confused since then, especially because you
told me that I'm too hard on myself about what happened."

"I'm glad you bring that up. It's clear to me that you aren't making the
right sense out of what happened, out of why that boy decided to turn on
you and get away for good."

"May I ask what you mean by `making the rights sense out of what
happened'?"

"Since you asked so politely—and that's not usually your style—I'll
say a bit more about it. There was a reason things happened the way they
did, and it had nothing with you being too rough with the boy. I know
that's what you think, but you're wrong. Put that aside for a time and look
to see if there might be another reason things went bad. Remember what I'm
telling you, boy. It had nothing with you being too rough."

Justin did a double take when Darryl called him `boy.' Usually he would
object to being misnamed like that, but this time he said nothing.

Darryl continues. "The secret lies in the way you reacted to me last
time. How hard you got. And also how you obeyed me and did not jerk off
that night."

"How did you know I obeyed you?"

"Because if you hadn't, you would look terribly sheepish right now. And
sheep bore me."

"Darryl, I must admit that I've hardly jerked off at all since the last
time you spoke with me, since that kiss and what you did with your
fingers."

"I'm glad to hear that. So tell me, boy, was I too rough with you?"

"Not at all. No one ever did anything like that to me before."

"that's because you weren't ready. You had to go through the experience of
that boy leaving you and these empty times since then before you could have
allowed me to take possession of your mouth that way. Before then, you
would probably have pushed me away, rather roughly, since `rough' basically
describes what your style was like. I've heard talk about you, Justin."

"People pretty much know that way I am around here."

"correction: The way you used to be around here. You haven't been very
active lately."

"that is true."

"And yet, you allowed me to take possession of your mouth the way I wanted
to, and much to your surprise, it really turned you on. And I'd bet that
the few times you have masturbated since then you've thought about it."

Justin chuckles nervously. "To tell you the truth Darryl, I did think about
it. And once I even tried to put my own fingers into my mouth, but it
didn't do anything for me."

"Of course it didn't. It was my fingers you were lusting after."

"that is all so strange to me."

"Life often presents us with things we can't figure out. It's usually a
signal that we're moving on. And I'll leave you with that thought. I will
see you next week at the same time. You will not jerk off again until
then. In fact, you probably will not be able to get hard no matter how much
you try. But it would be better if you didn't try at all, boy. Trust me in
this." And with that Darryl turns and leaves the club.

. . . a week later . . .

This time, as soon as Justin sees Darryl, he walks right up to him.

Darryl raises his hand. "Never approach me until I invite you to do so,
boy. Walk away now. I'll summon you when I'm ready to."

Justin does a slow burn and realizes that he's blushing with shame as he
turns and walks away. Again he was called `boy.'

It is only an hour later when Darryl gives him a nod and pats the seat next
to him. Justin tries not to hurry to respond.

"Don't be coy with me, boy. It bores me. When I summon you, come
immediately. Don't be afraid of looking eager. So, anyway, tell me about
your cock, boy."

"It hasn't been hard all week, Darryl, except for when I would first wake
up."

"And did you touch it then, boy?"

"No, Sir, I didn't." Justin is shocked at the word that just came out of
his mouth.

Darryl smiles at him. That smile is the sexiest thing that Justin has ever
seen. "Because you were so obedient, I'm going to give you a reward. Open
your mouth, boy."

Justin does so, and Darryl puts his fingers in Justin's mouth and starts
exploring it again. Justin immediately gets hard again, much to his
surprise.

"Don't be surprised that you're hard. I spoke to you about moving on. The
old things aren't turning you on any longer, boy. Only I can."

"Yes, Sir. For some reason it's only you."

"the way it should be. But now for your reward. Open your pants and take
out your hard cock, boy."

Justin fights the order, but finally obeys.

"You may masturbate. Right here, Right now. Pay no attention to others'
reactions around here. Watch yourself masturbate your cock because I
ordered you to. However, do not cum. Stop right before you would."

Justin does what Darryl told him to do, and watches his cock as ordered. It
doesn't take long before he's ready to shoot. He takes his hand off his
cock. Darryl reaches out and takes it into his hand, and immediately Justin
cums, copiously, and Darryl has to catch it all in both his hands.

"Don't put your cock away, boy." Justin does as he was told. "Get up and
follow me."

Darryl gets up and walks towards one of the private cubicles. Justin stands
up, his cock still hard, sticking out of his pants, and follows
Darryl. Others are watching with shocked expressions, and comments are
being made. It is the most humiliating thing he has ever done. And yet,
more is to follow. As soon as they are both in the private area, Darryl
says, "Kneel before me, boy."

Justin does, almost as if hypnotized. Darryl holds his cum-covered hands
down to Justin's face. "Eat your cum out of my hands and lick them clean,
boy. Do not hesitate. Do it eagerly. Otherwise I will not ever have
anything else to do with you."

Justin is totally grossed out. Usually he is the one feeding his cum to
others. He's never tasted it himself. And yet, so great is his fear that
Darryl would give up on him that he eagerly laps it all up and cleans
Darryl's hands and his cock stays hard sticking out of his pants. Once he's
finished, Darryl tells him to stand up, but does not thank him for what he
did.

"Your cock is still hard. Your cock is hard because you humiliated yourself
to please me. Do you understand what I just told you, boy?"

"yes, Sir. This is totally new territory to me."

"I know. But you need not worry. I will be your guide. Now, about that
cock. I have to do something about it." Darryl takes a small strap out of
his back pocket and begins using it on the head of Justin's cock until his
erection goes down and his cock retreats because of the pain.

"Now you can put it away like a good boy," says Darryl. Justin does. "Hand
me your phone and unlock it." Justin does so. Darryl enters his phone
number into Justin's phone and then texts himself to get Justin's number
back.

"I'm done with you for tonight. This week you will masturbate when I text
you, and when you cum, you will eat it. Don't worry, I won't do so when
you're in class. Will you obey me, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. The next time we meet will not be here. It will be at a location I
will give you. I am going to leave here now. You wait a bit and then walk
around here and notice the kinds of looks some of the club members will be
giving you. Slowly but surely, your former reputation is being ruined. That
is good. Now give me a kiss goodbye, boy."

Justin puts his lips to Darryl's, and the kiss is electric. Darryl
immediately reaches down and strokes Justin's crotch, then turns away and
leaves the area. By the time Daryll leaves, he is nowhere to be
found. Justin does walk around as ordered, and he notices that several of
his usual acquaintances avert their eyes when they see him. Darryl is
wrecking him. His reputation is shot. And he doesn't care. In fact, he
feels like he's being liberated. From having to pretend. (But only Darryl
could see that!)

END OF CHAPTER 21

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