Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2023 18:33:12 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Brothers-3

Chapter 3. Gary's Juices

Gary has discovered, much to his delight, that he absolutely loves lying
fully clothed over Brandon`s nude body kissing him with luscious wet kisses
for long periods of time while using one of his hands to explore and tease
his boyfriend's body. Brandon lies back, feeling like he's in heaven as he
drinks from the copious fountain of saliva that flows into his mouth along
with Gary's tongue as he nips the slave's lips and lays claim to its body
and soul. He's always had the boy's soul in one way or another, but now
that he has free access to its body as it becomes his slave, his joy is at
its peak. There is no end to the way he can enjoy his buddy's
submissiveness now He places his hand over Brandon`s neck and feels him as
he swallows the Master's spit. He teases its nipples keeping them just a
little sore most of the time, just the way he likes them.

Gary hasn't yet developed a taste for giving the boy much pain other than
almost daily spankings, but he keeps in mind what Stephen told him about
Brandon being a masochist, so he knows he has to step up his game. But for
now, kissing and spilling himself into his little friend's mouth over and
over again. It's almost as if Brandon is sucking the spit from his
boyfriend's mouth and Gary loves the feeling.

He also loves running his hand over the boy's bare torso and most
especially above his dick where all the hair has been shaved off. He
lightly toys with Brandon`s dick which is almost always hard at times like
these. He hasn't decided yet whether or not he'll have it caged again. He
likes looking at it, he admits to himself, and he's seriously considering
whether he'll pick up the old practice of jerking Brandon off after he
sucks his Master's cock and swallows his cum.

The Balls! Now that's a different story. He loves pulling on them, rolling
them between his fingers and squeezing just enough to get the boy
moaning. He likes to use his fingers to encircle the scrotum above the
balls and then pulling them down as far as he can drag them. He's watched a
few videos about "ball torture" and knows that a lot of that is going to be
in Brandon`s future, but not right now. For now, it's just a good occasion
to help establish their dynamic as it evolves.

Brandon doesn't take any break but keeps sucking Gary`s mouth and spread
his legs to give Gary better access to what's between them. What with him
working all day and Gary busy investigating possibilities for his own
career, they're usually pretty tired by the end of the day and simply seek
to enjoy one another however GARY decides that things will proceed. Nothing
new about this in their relationship except for the fact that they are now
almost completely available to each other sexually.

Gary stops kissing him and pushes Brandon`s head down. Brandon gets the
hint and slides down so he can take Gary`s cock in his mouth. Gary`s been
precumming more than ever before, now that he's discovered how much he
likes to drown the slave in his saliva. Now Brandon sets himself to work
lapping up what has been oozing from Gary`s cock. Lapping it up, sucking it
and swallowing it down.

Gary decides to coach the boy. "that's right, faggot, lap up my juice. I
spill it out especially for you, baby, because it's good medicine for
you. That's right. Don't suck me just yet; just keep licking and then
sucking up what I ooze out for you. Damn, you're such a good faggot
slaveboy, I never realized just how much of a slaveboy you could be until I
saw you with Justin and realized that I wanted that service for myself. Now
I fucking have you, Brandon, my faggot cocksucking slave. Holy shit! I ooze
more when I use language like that. We're a perfect match, baby. My body
and my juices and your tongue and mouth to lap it all up.

Brandon, how much do you want to be my slave?

"With all my heart and soul, Gary, please. Anything and everything you
decide you want to do to me. Take me down, dude, take me down deep into sub
space and take away all my freedom. Control everything, baby, just as
you've always wanted to do. Now you have complete control over my body, and
my heart. Use it, please, Master. Become my Master. Hold nothing
back. Claim me as your own property, as your own personal faggot."

"Enough talk from you, slave. Get my cock in your mouth and please it the
way you know I like you to do. Let me hear you gag, baby. Gag and choke for
me, so I know how big my cock is and how it is too big for your baby
mouth. Let me break through your gag reflect, Brandon, let me own your
throat. Suck it hard, baby. That's it. And now, STOP! I want to piss. Let's
go inside, boy. You crawl."

Brandon gets down on the ground while Gary takes his clothes all the way
off. He walks into the bathroom and the slave follows on all fours. "Into
the tub, faggot," Gary says, "then squat down. Don't kneel. Squat. I want
to see your balls hanging lower than your body." Brandon gets into position
and Gary reaches down and starts slapping its balls back and forth and
listens to Brandon grunt out the words "they're yours, Master."

"Yeah, baby. Now, this is what I have in mind. I don' t want to just put my
dick in your mouth and have you drink from the faucet. That's not hot
enough. I want to be able to watch my piss go from the tip of my dick into
your open mouth and hear the guzzling noise it makes as I fill you up and
watch you swallow. So open that mouth, boy, and let's make this happen the
way I described it."

And sure enough, Gary enjoys the sight of himself pissing into his personal
toilet and it collecting in Brandon`s mouth until Gary orders, "swallow!"
sometime it fills up the slave's mouth and then spills out again because
Gary haven't given the command. So fucking hot! Gary even stops the piss
briefly so he can slap the shit out of Brandon`s face, then he sticks his
thumb into Brandon`s mouth and pries it open again, and the piss starts
shooting into his open mouth once more.

"This is so fucking hot, faggot, you squatting the way you are, open for my
piss, and me filling up your mouth then watching it spill down your
body. And damn, I love slapping you, baby. Your balls, your face, your
nipples. Holy shit. This is the best way for you to be my toilet,
slave. Not urinal. Toilet. I like that word better. More humiliating for
you too, isn't it, babe?" Brandon nods his head.

"Okay, enough. Shower away the piss and then crawl back inside wet. I've
got something else in mind for you now."

Brandon can't help but admire Gary`s creativity and the ways he is finding
to drive Brandon right down into the dirt beneath his feet, where he
belongs.

He finishes washing the piss off himself and then crawls into the bedroom
again, dripping wet and wondering what Gary wants to do to him now.

"Lower your eyes, slave," says Gary. "I want to tell you a story about
something I remember from the first day of 8th grade. We were all in the
gym showers for the first time that day and the guys all started teasing
you again because you still hadn't started to grow any pubes. Not only
that, but you didn't even have any hair in your armpits yet. Actually, I
liked it, because whenever you and me got naked together to fool around, I
could always feel like I was so superior to you. I was becoming a man and
you still looked like a little boy."

"Anyway, this time you got a bug up your ass about it and was a moody bitch
for three days after that and wouldn't strip when we were together. By the
third day, I was really pissed off at you and thought that if I could get
away with it, I would like to beat the shit out of you. I never felt that
way before, but that day I did. Obviously, nothing came of it. I stayed at
my own house for a couple nights until you got over your mood and asked me
to stay over and so things got back to normal then."

"But there it was: That one time, I really wanted to beat the shit out of
you. So anyway, Brandon, tonight I'm going to relive that scene. Tonight,
while you're on all fours, naked and wet all over, I am going to beat the
shit out of you."

"Do I have a safe word?"

"Of course, dude. Red. But try not to use it, cause I'm not really gonna
hurt you much. Just sting you. I went and got some rawhide shoelaces like
Justin used to have and that's what I'm gonna use to whip you now. So get
ready."

And Gary hauls off and starts lashing his sub with those shoelaces. They
don't really hurt much, because Gary didn't make a proper whip out of them,
but still, Brandon found himself moving around trying to get away from the
lashes Gary was laying on him. He even rolled over and Gary started
whipping his front and his cock and balls and everywhere, and Brandon got a
little frantic after a while and even started crying out. Gary started
yelling at him, "Don't you fucking ever, ever, at any time, pull the kind
of attitude that you pulled that time or I will take a real belt and whip
you just like this until you're covered with welts, slave. Watch your
fucking attitude and never get moody. If something is bothering you, tell
me about it, but don't pull a mood or attitude or anything like that or the
next time this will be a real whipping and you `ll probably end up fucking
covered. Just fucking remember that, slave."

And he stopped. And Brandon had actually started crying a little. "You own
me, Gary. You can do anything you want to me any time cause I'm you're boy
slave now. I drank your piss the way you wanted me to and I took your
whipping and I love you and I'll do anything you ever want me to do for
you."

"Then start sucking my feet, slave. Do it like you used to do it for your
first Master. Show me what a faggot you are for me now."

And Brandon lost himself in serving his best friend turned Master, and,
with all the stinging marks on him, felt like a true slave once again only
this time his Master was the one who would never desert him or break his
heart. And so he poured all his love and devotion into his mouth and tongue
as he served Gary`s feet like the most humble slaveboy of all. And after
that, Gary picked him up and finished drying him off and they fell asleep
together in each other's arms.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

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