Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2023 13:30:42 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Brothers-6

Chapter 6. Monday's hi jinks

Michael to Brandon: "have to work as naked houseboy at Oscar`s after work
today. Grrr. And Master will be there with a riding crop."

Brandon to Michael: "wow! What a slave you have really become!"

Michael to Brandon: "hard to wrap my mind around. I just keep taking what
comes."

Brandon to Conor: "you're the Master's houseboy, right?"

Conor to Brandon: "yes, I am. 24/7 when not wanted for scenes. Why you
ask?"

Brandon to Conor: "because Michael` will be serving as houseboy at its
Master's house, but only one night a week."

Conor to Brandon: interesting.

Steven to Conor and Michael: what are you guys texting about now?

Conor to Steven: just about how hard our lives are as slaves, Master.

Steven to Conor: "So who is it this time that got told to do something he
didn't want to do?"

Conor to Steven: "please drop it, Sir."

Steven to Conor: 5 lashes, later.

Conor to Brandon: just got in trouble again.

Brandon to Steven: don't be so hard on the cute little blond."

Meanwhile, Conor can't text any longer because he is bent over the arm of
Steven`s sofa waiting to receive the first of the 5 lashes he had "earned."
As usual, the wait is the hardest part. And the inevitable lecture.

"The next time you refuse to answer a question I've asked you, I'll book
you for a weekend at a ranch up north. It's a punishment weekend for
slaves. Ask Brandon about it. He's been there."

"I'm sorry, Master. It was just something that didn't make any sense to
me."

"Well, you can tell me about that after I've finished whipping you."

"Yes, Master."

Steven looks down on the body displayed over the end of his sofa and just
stands there admiring how it looks and how it so readily submits to
punishment or mistreatment. That could be dangerous for the boy, but Steven
can trust himself not to do any damage.

Wanting to get this over with, Steven delivers all 5 lashes, full out, one
right after the other and the slave hardly had time to recoil before being
lashed again. So much, so soon. Even more painful this way and the slave's
outcry proved that to be true. Steven left him there until he finished
crying it all out.

"come over here and kneel," he commands the slave a bit later, and conor
quickly responds. "So now, tell me what that was all about earlier."

"Master Oscar made arrangements for Michael to serve as a naked houseboy
tomorrow night after work. It just seemed stupid to me that Michael doesn't
want to do it."

"It seems stupid to you because in your mind, that's what slaves do."

"Yes, Master. Isn't a slave always the Master's houseboy, Sir?

"Not always. And I suspect that Michael isn't very excited about the
assignment, to put it mildly."

"Right, Sir."

"But think of what you said earlier, that a slave is always a Master's
houseboy. Maybe you're right. Maybe this is why Oscar is making him do
it. So he'll know that he's a real slave."

"Brilliant deduction, Master. But it will be interesting to see if it has
any effect on Michael.

"Indeed. And, as a fact, I've been thinking of renting you out to people I
know as a labor slave—not for sex. Getting you shifts in warehouses or
places like that. but then you'd have to be dressed. I'd prefer you working
naked just to please me. maybe as a houseboy."

"this talk is pushing buttons, Master.  just the thought of it, that you
could do that with your slave if you wanted to and I realized I'm that
slave.

"that you are, my boy. Now please go fix me a cup of tea. I'll be in my
office."

"yes, Master." Conor goes to make the tea.

Steven goes into his office and calls the owner of the bdsm club to find
out if he ever needs someone to do cleaning after hours.

When Conor comes in with the tea, Steven instructs it to into the playroom
and get out the iron manacles and chains and wait there for him, groveling
on the floor.

About 30 minutes later, Steven comes in and has a nice time locking his
slave into the iron collar and manacles, connecting everything with heavy
chains, then he binds the slave's ankles to its wrists which were bound to
the wall, so the slave is now hanging from the wall with its ass
exposed. Steven takes a vibrating plug, lubes it up and shoves it up the
slave's ass and turns it on.

"I have nothing for you to do this afternoon and I'll be quite busy, so you
can spend the rest of the afternoon in here just like this. I know this is
your first time bound up like this, but it's something you'll have to get
used to. If you get desperate to be released I'll come in and whip that ass
of yours with a cane before I take you down. Just keep saying to yourself
`I am Master Steven's slave and this is where he wants me to be' over and
over to keep your mind in the right state."

He leaves the door to the playroom open just in case, and goes back to his
office to do the work he needs to get done.

Two hours go by and still there is silence from the playroom. Steven is
impressed. The doorbell rings and when he goes to answer, he is delighted
to see his dear friend JohnMarie at the door, back from a long trip to some
bdsm sites in Paris and Germany. He offers his friend coffee and they sit
and have a nice chat. JohnMarie asks if he has a slave under his care and
Steven is happy to bring him into the playroom to view his latest
acquisition. The slave whimpers as JM spreads its legs to get better access
to its balls, and he is happy to see that it is locked into chastity. Not
more can be seen considering the position it's in. Steven looks at his
watch and says to JM, "the boy's been trussed up like this for over three
hours. It's first time in bondage, so I'm quite pleased with its
endurance. Nonetheless, help me unclip its ankles and we can allow it
remain upright for a while and that will give you greater access. But
first, let me remove the plug." He does that and wipes the slave's ass with
a rag, then they unclip its legs and slowly, working together, allows them
to come down to the ground. Perfect planning: the slave can actually
stand. This gives JM a better look at the slave's face which is currently
bathed in sweat. Steven wipes away some of the sweat and JM remarks how
cute it is and sticks his thumb in its mouth to feel around inside, not
because of curiosity but simply to impress upon the slave that it is
nothing more than an object, a piece of property, when its Master chooses
to consider it that way. The investigation continues. The nipples get some
attention as does the torso. JM asks Steven if he has a very thin whip and
Steven hands one to him. "If you don't mind," he says. "Be my guest," says
Steven. JM uses the thin implement to lay lashes across the slave's chest
and stomach and savors the sound of its cries and whimpers. This whip does
little damage other than the sharp sting it provides which gets most slaves
to come alive and begin to dance before its onslaught.

While standing there, Steven gives JM a brief history of the slave's prior
experience and how it ended up here as Steven`s property. "I'm sure the
slave is much better off with you than it would have been with that fool,"
says JM. "Tell me its age." "It claims to be 19, but in arranging new
identification for it I had its age changed to 21 so I'll be able to
display and use and share it at the clubs. It's a completely new identity
so no one will be able to trace it or try to recover it, but from what the
slave tells me, there is no danger of anyone doing that. Nonetheless, it
always pays to be circumspect." They turn from the slave and leave the room
and the slave remains in the position it had been put into when its legs
were released.

Conor does not have much trouble "shutting down," so to speak, because it
also had learned to do that to survive with its mother and her horny
boyfriends who, he believes, used her to get to him. Bleak memories, they
are, truly treated like an object. One of those men actually was making
plans to have it kidnapped and trafficked, but Conor was fortunate enough
to make his escape before that could come to pass. But here it is
safe. Here it can shut down and not have to worry about its safety.

It isn't until 7 pm that Steven takes it from the wall and removes all the
iron binding it. The slave can put these things away in the morning. Now
it's dinner time. Steven thinks the slave deserves a treat, so he orders a
well-loaded pizza and allows the slave to eat its part squatting on the
floor at the Master's feet. After that, they go into the living room and
Steven decides so show the slave a few of his favorite bdsm clips, all
things that might some day become a reality should Steven decide to keep
the slave for himself. There is one branding scene and Steven reassures the
slave that it will not be branded but rather tattooed when and if Steven
decides he wants proof of ownership.

They watch a short documentary about a M/s couple who have been together
for over 30 years and hear them tell their story. This gives Conor
hope. Maybe this isn't the right Master—he has no way of telling, but
the idea of being a slave for that long, so much part of the undergrowth of
society, has a nice lure for him.

Before bed, the slave empties out the Master's balls and his bladder and
then is made to crawl into its cage and is locked in for the
night. Tomorrow is a heavy work day for Steven who has already made
arrangements for the slave to be working as a temporary stock boy in a
local big box store whose owner is a friend of Steven. It's always who you
know. The slave is instructed to be quiet and shy as much as possible and
to give brief answers to any questions. The other workers will realize he
is unsociable and keep away from him.

And with that, the slave settles down to sleep in the cage alongside its
Master's bed.

***

Brandon is really enjoying himself today at work. For one thing, Steven was
surprised to see him naked again. Brandon explained that Gary has made it a
house rule again for subs. He told him to get dressed nicely. He would be
picked up in 20 minutes and brought to the home of a certain elderly lady
who has a story to tell. She does not wish to be recorded so he has to do
it all from his notes.

Fascinating assignment and fascinating woman. He spends two hours with her;
that's about all she can tolerate, and it's already given him a lot to
write about. Once brought home, he spends the rest of the day working on
his transcript until Michelle arrives at 3 to continue working on his own
story of the semester up at the U and his affair with Justin (now he's
downgraded it to an "affair"). (The entire story is told in "Sweet
Subjugations" so look for it there.)

Brandon is excited to tell Michelle about his assignment, but then they get
down to work. She shouldn't need to be coming much any longer, she
says. Just a couple of notes about other fellows in their dorm and that
should be the end of it. He also gives her the phone numbers of the few
guys he got to know well (Jonny, Austin, Sammy, the guys at the table). She
could get further information from them. At that point, Michelle tells him
that she'd like to take a break from meeting with him so that she can
pursue other leads into the story, but that she would be in touch if she
has further questions or needs opinions about other matters in the
story. They thank each other. Michelle lets him know that they will
continue working together, especially when she finally begins writing.

Once she leaves, the day is over!

He goes upstairs to make coffee and sees Gary sitting there, looking
miserable. "My parents called me, well, my ex-parents after they disowned
me for dropping out of that creepy school, to let me know that they are
getting divorced (with hints that it's all my fault) and their lawyers want
to meet with me."

"Oh, that's horrible! What did you say? or do?" Brandon goes right over to
massage Gary`s shoulders.

"I just said that I needed to think about it and then I just hung up the
phone. Baby, what am I going to do?"

Brandon has a simple answer: "Call my stepfather. He'll be a big help. Want
me to try to reach him? I can usually get through more easily than others."

"Yeah, dude, because you're his pet!" says Gary recovering a bit of humor
anyway.

"Well, you're my mother's pet!" Brandon retorts and the both of them crack
up. (And it's all true.)

Sure enough, Brandon gets through. "Hi, Dad. Look, we have a problem
here. Not us, but rather Gary. His parents just informed him they're
getting a divorce and their lawyers want to meet with him."

"Son, I'm a bit strapped right now, but tell him to say nothing or do
nothing until I get a chance to call him later on tonight, maybe late."

"Will do, Dad. Sorry to disturb you."

"Never a problem, bran. Love to you." and the call is disconnected.

He turns to Gary. "Barry is very busy at the moment. He will get back to
you tonight, maybe late, but in the meantime, he says, say or do nothing at
all."

"Thanks, bran. I didn't think of Barry. I just panicked. I'm glad you
showed up when you did or I might have caved to something. But for now, I'm
just turning my phone off for a while."

They go back downstairs and end up doing what 19 year old boys almost
always end up doing when under stress . . .-

Well, anyway, Brandon is doing it to Gary while on his knees with Gary
flipping some kind of shoelace whip over his back.

Gary starts acting like a brute Master: "Come on, faggot, get that fucking
throat around my big dick or I"ll fucking crawl in there and tear that
throat open with my bare hands. Deeper. Deeper." And Gary is holding
Brandon` head and slamming it up and down on himself as if it's a
fleshlight. Brandon is gagging and choking and throwing up phlegm and Gary
keeps on pumping then suddenly raises his foot and kicks Brandon almost all
the way across the room.

"Can't get a decent blowjob out of your lazy cunt, faggot, so I'll fuck the
shit out of you instead!"

Since this is actually choreographed, Brandon immediately slips into a good
getting-fucked position and Gary plows right into him. "Yeah, faggot. I'm
gonna breed you with my big cock. You feel so damn good, slave. holy crap
I'm gonna bloooooooooooooooooo!"

And that takes care of round one. Gary goes to get what they need to clean
up a bit then Brandon goes into the bathroom to take care of things. A fun
session in the shower after that, and they dry off and put on some nice
clothes to go to dinner in one of their favorite places (has been for
years). Another good way to blow off steam.

When they walk in the door, there's the proprietor standing there with a
wide smile on his face. "Brandon. Gary. It's so good to see you boys. I
thought you were both away at school." He hugs the both of
them. "Circumstances brought us back here after my mother's wedding. We're
pursuing other paths at the moment and things are going really well for
us. We both had a stressful day and thought there would be no better place
than here to come and relax for a while."

"So good news and not-so-good news, and you both look happy and healthy so
that's a real good sign," Mr. Orsini says. He promises to stop by their
table when he has a chance to sit down. The he calls over a host and gives
instructions as to where they should be seated. It turns out that their
table is in a completely private alcove. It pays to know people.

Their waiter is someone they know from high school. Sven is his name and he
was actually more Brandon`s friend than Gary`s since they both are from the
same team. Right away, Brandon tells Sven that he and Gary are a couple
now, and all Sven says in response is, "It's about time! I knew it was
going to happen. Everyone doubted me but I kept my mind set on it happening
and I'm happy to see it finally did. So what are you guys doing in town?"
And they have that conversation before Gary orders their meals. Gary has a
glass of wine but doesn't let Brandon have alcohol after last
night(!). After getting everything down, Sven chuckles at them. "Same as
usual. Gary makes all the decisions. Still a boss!" "You have no idea!"
says brandon, and Sven goes to put in their order.

It wasn't a big deal for Gary to order their food here because he knows
exactly what Brandon would want to have.

"What do you think your father will do about my situation?"

"My guess is that he's going to assign you a lawyer to represent you. So
you can tell those rotten parents of yours that `my people will speak to
your people!' . . . and they both crack up again.

"I wonder what they're after?"

"Even though you're the Master and I'm the slave, I'm gonna kind of take
over here for a minute because your mind is all messed up just from
speaking to them. So my advice is something you tell me all the time, in
fact something that you've actually punished me for not obeying. Don't
anticipate. And to that I'll add one more rule. "You'll never figure out
what they're trying to do." Life should have told you that."

"When we get home, I'm going to spank your balls so hard that you'll be out
of your mind," answers Gary, and so Brandon knows he got through. "And
you're completely right, sweet boy."

Brandon gives him a funny look. "Oh shit, Gary. please never call me sweet
anything. That's Justin's word for me."

"Shit. I didn't know. sorry, sourpuss!" "Sour puss or sour pussy?" "I
don't' know." "didn't you wash it?"

And they're off on one of their joke marathons that have been built up over
the years. So sweet.

So anyway, the meal is great. They have a nice chat with Mr. Orsini and
with the waiter. No sooner are they back home when Gary says I want you
naked on the ground in less than three minutes!" And so now we get to it.

Gary puts a slave collar on Brandon and the manacles and clips the slave's
wrists to its collar. He orders it on the bed and the he uses straps from
the side of the bed to spread the slave's legs wide and bind them down
tightly. He goes and stands over Brandon`s head. Brandon looks up at
him. "Open your mouth." Brandon does. Gary lands several globs of spit in
it and Brandon thanks him. He gets clothespins for the slave's nipples
which are already sore from the weekend (good thing) and with his
fingernails, scratches his way down the slave's torso and down to its hard
cock, which, he says, will never be touched.

Finally he reaches his prize. The balls. He plays with the sac and rolls
them around for a bit, then clips them in his fingers and starts to
pull. Brandon is moaning from the pain/pleasure. Soon, however, it's mostly
pain as Gary begins slapping the tightened balls with his hand, over and
over again, faster and faster, until Brandon cries out. Gary drops them and
gives them a break while he goes up and makes out with Brandon. "That was
hot!" Brandon says. "I've only just gotten started, boy. don't think you're
getting off that easy just because you milked my dick."

Soon enough, he's back down there, but this time he has a little strap not
only for the balls, but for most of the flesh in that area until his
boyfriend slave is whimpering in pain. He stops hitting and kisses his
victim all over the area he just beat and Brandon moans like the slut he
is.

Third time down, a wooden ruler thwacking away and brandon howling in pain
and once Gary can tell that there is some panic sneaking into those cries,
he drops the ruler and starts kissing and smoothing things over.

"What are you, faggot?"

"a slave, Master."

"what kind of slave, boy?"

"a total slave for whatever Master wants,"

"are you owned? can you get away?"

"Yes, I am owned by my Master and don't want to get away at all."

"I'll lock you up so tight that you'll never get free. Real chains and
manacles."

"That would be hot. Knowing I am your prisoner for life, Gary."

"You are, Brandon. You know that."

"Yes, I do. Just the way it's always meant to become."

"I can just see, when we go to our 5 year class reunion, I'll walk in with
you on a leash and in chains."

"I suspect not many people would be surprised if you did that."

"Shit! Sweet heart! Now you made me want to spank your ass." Gary unties
his ankles and rolls the slave over on its tummy. Just some hand spanks to
get the boy hollering again, then something unexpected happens. Gary gives
Brandon a choice. "Either I jerk you off now but then cage your cock for a
week, or I'll leave it alone for a while longer.

"Please, please, please jerk me off, Gary, Master, please!!!!!!" Brandon
begs.

"Okay, says Gary," but I want you to reveal your deepest darkest fantasies
while I'm doing it."

"Deal Master, deal."

Gary gently takes him in hand.

Brandon closes his eyes and imagines . . . . "you bring me up to the ranch
again and put me in the stocks and then let all of the guys there either
fuck my face of my ass, and there are so many of them that it gets dark and
they light some candles while I'm still giving blow jobs and suddenly all
the guys in our homeroom are there looking for a sample of the slave's
mouth and they start pissing on me until you come over and tell them that I
only drink your piss and you put your dick in my mouth and the piss starts
to flow and O SHIT, I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!

It's a big one. It's been quite a long time. It lasts for a good long while
and Gary is smiling at Brandon while he milks it all out. "There's a hell
of a lot for you to lick up here, dude. Weeks' worth, I reckon." Gary
starts feeding it all to Brandon from his hand and then his fingers and
there's so much that Brandon almost gags. Finally Gary decides that rest
will just have to be wiped away. He goes inside to get a wet cloth, but
comes back not only with the cloth but with the cage as well, and as soon
as he can manage it, Brandon is once more a caged slaveboy, but lying there
so very happy.

Gary gets up. "I hate to disturb your beauty rest, slave, but I've got to
take a wicked piss." He snaps his fingers and Brandon practically throws
himself on the floor to get at his Master's cock and then stays still while
waiting for it to flow, and soon he is drinking and gulping his best
friend's piss down like the toilet Gary told him he wanted him to
become. By now this gets Brandon so hot that he now has no resistance to
what has become pretty common in his life since high school. At least now,
it's Gary`s piss he's drinking. Hot, hot, Gary. the best guy ever.

***

Oscar picks up Michael, dressed in scrubs but barefoot, and brings him to
his house. They talk about neutral subjects, and about the fact that Oscar
has brought in an auditor to look things over, and other odd assorted
things such as the fact that the regular club is planning another TWINK
NIGHT on Saturday but this time it will be for members only and anyone not
a member under the age of 23 gets in free. Much better planning this
time. It should work out well. Oscar lets Michael know that his attendance
will be required, as if he'd want to be anywhere else that night.

As soon as they go in, Oscar brings Michael to his bedroom and has him
strip. He bends the slave down over the edge of the bed and takes the thick
strap usually used for punishments and lays one loud crisp lash right
across the center of the slave's buttocks. Michael cries out and begins
trembling, waiting for another lash.

"Just the one, babe, just so you remember what it is like getting whipped
with that thing. That should help you behave yourself and do a good job
tonight, slave. Start in here by remaking the bed. No need to strip
it. Unless the others have given you instructions, strip their beds and put
on fresh linens. If you see one of the Masters here (they are all your
Masters when you're laboring here), do what they tell you to do. Make sure
you keep your head bowed and eyes down when you speak with them. NEVER look
into their eyes unless ordered to. Now get to work."

When the slave leaves Oscar`s room, Roman calls it over and tells it to
make his bed but not strip it, but also to clean the bathroom well. He
likes tugging on its balls a bit, which he does before he sends the slave
off with a slap on the ass, which really hurts after its Master had lashed
it with the strap a little while ago. Stanley comes by and notices the big
welt across the slave's ass. "Why were you beaten with one lash?" he asks
the slave. "Master gave this slave a single lash with the strap to remind
it how much it hurts. If the slave doesn't do a good job, there will be
more lashes later. Master, what would you like done with your bed?" "Just
make it and put my dirty clothes in the laundry." "yes, Master."

The contact with the other men is somewhat empowering. It serves to impress
upon the slave that it is here as a real houseboy, naked in the presence of
these four men, and that appeals so much to its inner slave that there is
no longer an issue about the amount of work to be done or the type of work.

Mitch is actually lying on his bed. Monday is a day off for him. When the
slave enters in the room and sees him there, its instinct is simply to back
away, but Mitch calls out to him. "houseboy, get your ass in here." Michael
enters the room. "I don't bite. Come right up to me, face to face." Michael
approaches, keeping its eyes down. "Oh, I get it. You've been ordered to
keep eyes down." "Yes, Master Mitch." Good practice. "I'm just hanging out
here. Nothing planned. But since you don't have to make my bed, why don't
you be a good slaveboy and give me a foot massage." "Yes, Master."

Oscar is indeed checking in on him and when he comes into Mitch's room and
sees what the slave is doing, he tells it to use its mouth on the man's
feet in addition to his hands. Michael starts in slowly and Oscar cracks
the crop over its back. "Do it as eagerly as you suck his feet,
bitch. don't slack off or that strap will be waiting for you."

Michael gets into the action, again thrust more deeply into utter
humiliation. "Five minutes," Oscar says to Mitch, then sends it to do the
bathroom. "That bathroom is clean. No bother." "well then, send it out to
do the kitchen. There's a real mess in there." "Will do, Oscar."

Michael slows down a bit and immediately Mitch yells at him. "get that
fucking mouth moving again, slave, or I'll beat you with MY strap!" He
kicks at the slave's head and then settles his feet down for a good, eager
job. Michael doesn't dare slow down again.

It finally reaches the kitchen, and it seems that since the guys knew it
would be here tonight to clean, they jus left everything lying around. the
slave has its work cut out for it, but bit by bit, order is brought to the
chaos. Nothing new here. Michael has experience from his family home, but
doing these chores right now causes him to start missing what he once had
and he does his work with tears coming out of his eyes.

Oscar walks in and sees this. "What are the tears for, boy? Feeling sorry
for yourself?"

"No, Master, not that. Cleaning the kitchen just reminded me of when I used
to do it at home. I was always responsible for dishes after a meal. Just
got kind of homesick, even though that's not home any longer." Oscar has
pity on the boy and holds it in his arms for a while and lets it cry itself
out on his shoulder. "Okay, boy. It's time to get back to work again. Once
you're done in here we'll call it a night."

"Yes, Master. thank you for holding me."

"You're welcome. do a good job in here, boy and I'll bring you back home
and maybe even stop for ice cream on the way home. A drive in. I know you
have no shoes with you."

Michael finishes up quickly. Oscar approves. He tells the guys they're
leaving and he'll spend the night at Michael`s.

Michael is quiet on the way back home in the car until after they have
their ice cream. Maybe the sugar woke him up a bit. The first thing he had
to say was, "I am really and truly your slave. You are really and truly my
Master."

"I'm pleased to hear you say that, Mikey. It never stops, even if we're
being silly with one another at times. I'm glad you understand us that
way. It's all happened rather quickly, I know, and there is still a lot to
be learned, but it really happened, babe. In all ways, you are my slave. I
lead the way and, more often than not, you crawl behind me and lick up
anything that drips along the way."

"uh, that's gross!"

"Yes, it was, but I couldn't stop it from coming out of my mouth. It was
ready to burst out!"

The both laugh.

"When we get home, strip off the scrubs and put them in the wash then go
into the bathroom and clean yourself out. I want to fuck the houseboy just
to remind him that I own him too."

"Yes, Master."

Oscar puts his hand on Michael`s leg and the slave immediately spreads its
legs as it's been taught over and over again. He lightly punches the slave
in the balls a few times and the slave whispers, "Yours, Master." He raises
his hand to the slave's mouth and the slave takes it in hand and kisses it
all over, as much as he could reach.

By the time Oscar has closed up the car and made his way upstairs, the
slave is already in the bathroom doing what he ordered. Oscar selects a
crop and sits in a chair. When Michael has finished and comes crawling out
of the bathroom, Oscar tells it to stand in front of him. He uses the crop
to make sure it reaches. Michael stands and waits. "Put your hands behind
your back," he orders and Michael obeys. "Make sure you keep them there. I
want to toy around with my slave's body. Stay still and keep your mouth
shut. Kneel."

Oscar takes the crop and uses it to smack the slave's balls and cage until
the boy is fighting not to cry out. Then he moves to the nipples and does
the same thing, only much harder. Then the boy's neck above the collar. And
even a couple lighter blows to the face. "I own all of this," he says. "Get
on your back. Use your arms to hold your legs up so I can fuck you
good. Fuck my slave's meat."

Michael does his best, but Oscar realizes he needs to put a pillow under
the boy to make it easier for it to position itself correctly.

"this has been a hassle finding the right position. Remember this
position. It is a good one when I want you to offer your hole to me. Some
Masters like to call it a pussy, but I don't. It's your hole, the one I can
use to get inside your gut. I fuck your hole. A slaveboy's hole. My
slaveboy's hole." And with that he inserts himself about halfway in and
gives the slave a moment to adjust before the complete onslaught, and it
seems as if Oscar has never been as long or as hard as he is right now. And
he has his way with his property and enjoys it with loud moans of his own,
knowing that he owns something really valuable here.

And as for Michael, it is always a mixture of pain and pleasure when the
Master takes him this way, but the pleasure far outpaces the pain as Oscar
continues to fuck him. And in addition to that, the realization that he is
Oscar`s slave and that Oscar can take his pleasure from his slave whenever
he wants and however he wants and the slave's greatest pleasure is in
understanding how possessed and humiliated he has been by this Alpha
man. It's like in the ancient world when a soldier took a captive, he would
often fuck the captive to make the humiliation all the more intense and to
mark it as his slave from then on. Tonight, it's just the Master taking
what is his, and the slave is happy the Master is having such a good time
fucking him, fucking his property.

Michael goes into the bathroom for a warm cloth so he can clean off his
Master's body and when he brings it out, the Master is sitting on the side
of the bed with his legs spread for the slave. Michael is so tired, that as
he kneels before his Master and begins to clean him well, he suddenly just
crashes and falls asleep, right there right like that, his head up against
the Master's thigh.

When Oscar realizes what has happened, he very slowly and carefully
extricates himself from the slave without waking it up. He goes to lie on
the other side of the bed and his slave sleeps in the same position all
night, half kneeling-half sitting with his chest and head resting on the
side of the bed. Oscar spends some time just lying there on his side and
looking at what is displayed before him and he is hit with the sense of the
overwhelming responsibility he has just undertaken.

END OF CHAPTER SIX



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