THE ALEX SERIES, BOOK 3: "Brandon's Bosses"
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Chapter 54. Tales from Brandon`s House
Gary and Brandon (naked) are having a nice breakfast, now that Brandon can eat anything he wants. Blueberry pancakes and bacon. Yum!
Gary looks at him from across the table. "Brandon, I want to get rid of those bands around your neck and wrists and ankles. If I decide I want you to wear a slave collar, I'll buy you one. But not that one."
"You can't buy me a slave collar. You don't have much money."
"Okay, so then, I'll pick one out and you'll pay for it."
"yes, Sir!" Brandon smiles at his bf.
"Can they be cut off?"
"I don't know. Try."
Gary gets a pair of scissors but they can't cut through them. "We'll have to call Steven."
"He'll probably check in with me sometime today. I'll ask him."
"Please do, babe."
"But I want there to be something around my neck to remind me I'm a sub."
"I'll remind you every chance I get."
"You know what I mean, Gary. Just the feeling. It's my identity."
"Understand. Brandon, answer me honestly. Are you missing all that?"
"A little."
"Name just one thing you'd like to begin doing. Move me along a little bit at a time."
"Okay. You told me you've been getting attracted to my nipples."
"Yes, I am. Especially when you're naked and I'm not, like right now."
"So . . . "
"So," Gary says, "we don't have much time before you have to start working. Push your chair away from the table so I can get at them a little bit."
Brandon moves back. Gary comes to stand in front of him and reaches down with both hands and starts to flick at them a bit. Brandon takes a deep breath. Gary starts to roll them between his fingers and Brandon runs his hand through Gary's hair. Gary gets a little tighter and Brandon starts to moan. "Hey, I'm getting into this. This is hot, making you moan like that. What if I squeeze tighter?"
"Go ahead. They're yours, Gary. You can do anything you want to them. Ah!" Brandon sucks air between his teeth and gets hard.
"Wow. Your nipples are hard-wired to your dick, aren't they, babe?"
"Yes, SIR! OOOOFFF! Oh wow." Brandon pushes them into Gary's fingers.
"holy shit. I feel like you're offering them to me."
"That's exactly what I'm doing, big guy. Take them OUCH!"
Gary laughs and pulls harder. Brandon starts to whimper. Gary takes one hand off and puts his mouth on it and starts to bite it gently at first, then harder. Brandon pushes more and moans like a slut.
Gary tries the other one and gets the same reaction. "I like making you make those noises."
"There's all sorts of things you can do to get those noises out of me, Sir."
"Bit by bit you'll tell me your secrets. You know I've never seen you in action with anyone, so I probably don't know as much as you might think I know. But you have to go down to work right now. Sure wish I could get you to suck me off right now, but it will have to wait."
"Can't wait, Gary."
Gary smiles at him and kisses him on the lips. "See you at lunch, boy."
"Yes, Sir!" Brandon hustles off downstairs to put some clothes on before logging in. Just a message from Steven. "Continue with the files you have. Contact me if you have questions. Send them to me when they're done."
Brandon sends an answer. Okay. Please call Gary. He has a question for you."
Gary's phone rings just as he's about to start his own study of possible work opportunities. So far, he's been through 8 scenarios and two look possible.
"Oh, Hi, Steven."
"Brandon told me you have a question for me."
"Yes. How do I go about getting those bands off my boyfriend? He doesn't need to wear them any longer."
"You're right, and I'm not sure about that. Let me check around and I'll get back to you later."
"fine. Thanks, Steven."
"No problem. Oh, Conor says hi. He's right here, kneeling next to me. We're working on getting him a new identity so he can't be traced. Steven puts the call on speaker.
"That must be complicated. I'd guess you need every available document: birth, baptism (if needed), social security, license."
"I don't have a license, Sir. I never learned how to drive."
"Really?"
"No, Sir. We didn't even have a car. Mom depended on her tricks to get her around and I used to walk to the store for food when she gave me any money. Sometimes, I went without eating except for school lunches."
"How did you get back and forth to work?"
"Busses."
"I have another question, Steven. About nipple work. I'm starting to get into it."
"Good for you, Gary. Brandon makes the best noises when getting worked over that way. He must have some clothespins lying around. Maybe clamps as well. Make him show you what he has there. And good for you for starting to explore things like that."
"I have to, Steven. He'll have a hard time if I don't step up the action with him. And I'm kind of interested now that everything is out in the open."
"Good for you. And you're right. He needs at least a Dom if not a Master."
"One step at a time. First I want those old cuffs off him. Next I want his nipples very sore. Seems to turn him on."
"Big time, Gary. Squeeze his balls too. Are you keeping him naked?"
"Most of the time. He just went down to put clothes on to go to work. hahahaha"
"Just order him to stay naked. He always does what you tell him to do so it won't be a big thing. He's used to being naked for us. Just like this boy I have kneeling here. So Gary, I'll check with the others and get back to you."
"Thanks, Steven. Have a nice day, guys!"
The call is disconnected.
Gary gets back to his research. About an hour later, Barry gives him a call. "How's the search going, Gary?" "So far, I've been through 10. Two good possibilities so far."
"that's great. Don't rush just to get through them all. Take your time so you can think clearly."
"Will do, Barry. thank you."
"On another note, Sheila is really interested in meeting this guy who is standing in as Brandon`s boyfriend. Can you give him a push?"
"Sure can. In fact, why don't you tell her that Brandon and the bf will be there for supper tomorrow night if that works for the both of you. I know they'll be free."
"I'll check and get back to you. She's in class right now."
They say goodbye and Gary chuckles to himself.
He goes downstairs. Brandon is working away on a document. Gary goes and massages his shoulders, then reaches down and pulls his shirt off. "I want you to go back to the old rule. Always naked in the house. That way I can get at your nipples and balls any time I want to."
"Yes, Sir," says Brandon and stands up to take off his pants. then he stands there with his hands behind his head and his legs spread. First Gary takes hold of the nipples again and Brandon tries to catch a breath and eeks out "Yours, Sir." Gary kisses him on the nose then reaches down for his balls and starts to squeeze them a bit as well. "Oh my." "No, boy. All MINE!" Gary squeezes harder and Brandon bends his knees. "Stand up straight, boy!" he orders. Brandon obeys but Gary keeps pulling down and Brandon beings to whimper again.
"I was just on the phone with Steven."
"Oh, that's how you got these horny ideas."
"You complaining, boy?"
"No, SIR. Wish I could get on my knees and show you my gratitude, but I really have to work today after having so much time off."
"I know. But one thing before you go back to the screen. Tell me, where do you keep your toys?"
"My toys?"
"Yes, and you know exactly what I mean, faggot. Steven told me you have some. Where are they? Stop hiding them from me if you really want me to get into this."
"Bottom drawer of the dresser that's in the closet. Everything is there, Gary."
He goes to look. "Holy shit! You were well equipped, Brandon."
Brandon ignores him while he's working on his computer.
What's there?
--The shoelace whip that Justin had made for him.
--10 clothespins.
--A wooden spoon.
--Three different butt plugs of different sizes.
--A strap about 20 inches long.
--Wrist and ankle manacles with soft interiors.
--Three different gags including a penis gag.
--Two dog collars.
--Nipple clamps that look lethal.
--A cock ring
--Something leather that probably goes around the balls.
"Quite a collection," says Gary. He takes one of the collars and the penis gag and goes over to where Brandon is working. He first fashions the collar around the boy's neck, then tells him to open his mouth and inserts the penis gag and fastens it behind his head. "You don't need to talk on this job and if you do you can take the gag off by yourself. Otherwise I want you to wear it for the rest of the day. And from now on, I want all this stuff sitting on top of the dresser in the room, not hidden away." (It seems that Gary might slip into a Dom mode more easily and quickly than any of us thought it would happen. It's amazing how many things can happen without a fuss in fiction!)
Brandon grunts agreement. Gary goes back upstairs to do his own work. He gets a text from Steven. "Ned can take them off. He'll stop by some time this afternoon." "Okay, thanks, Steven."
Michael is at work on Tuesday when Martin calls him into his office. When Michael enters the office, Martin tells him to close the door an sit down. Michael gets a funny feeling in his gut as if something is up, something sinister.
Martin begins to speak. "I know I said we should keep personal and professional separate, but I have to tell you that I think I'm going to whip you for not thanking me for our last encounter and for not begging me to invite you over again. I will have need of your services tonight, boy."
"With all due respects, Martin, I didn't thank you because I didn't feel grateful for what happened last time and I haven't begged you for more because I don't want a repeat of what happened last time. And, in addition to that, I had told you I was seeing two other Doms and wasn't decided what to do about that as well. As it turns out, I've made a choice, and the person I'm with is demanding exclusivity, so that means that I am not available for any um `personal' activity from here on in."
"I see."
"So I would appreciate it if from here on in you consider me only in a professional manner. I am grateful for this opportunity, but what happened between us last week was not something I expected to have happen and, like I said, not something I wish to repeat."
"Okay, Michael. I get the message loud and clear. Of course, since everyone here knows your history and that you're a faggot, if I were you, I wouldn't be surprised if you might discover that your continued employment here will depend on your willingness to satisfy all of the expectations of everyone working here."
"That sounds like I'm being blackmailed into something, Martin."
"Call it what you want. I hope I've made myself clear."
"Perfectly, Sir. Thank you for the information."
"You're welcome. You may go back to your work but, as I said, I wouldn't be surprised if you were to discover that a lot of your workdays in the future will be spent with you on your knees or over someone's lap."
"Understood, Sir. thank you again."
Michael gets up and leaves the office. From there he goes right to the HR office and asks for an emergency appointment. He's no fool. He had the recorder on his phone turned on from before he entered Martin's office until now.
The head of HR, Sandra Smythe, comes out to greet him and invites him to come into her office to chat.
"Michael, what can I do for you? I want you to know that we are all very pleased to have you with us and that your work is exemplary."
"I was just threatened with being fired, Ms Smythe. And I have the conversation recorded and need you to listen to it if you will."
"First of all, call me Sandra. Secondly, the only person who would be able to dismiss you here is me, and I have no intention of doing any such thing. Could you please tell me what happened before you play the recording for me?"
"Well, Sandra, last week I was approached by the person who hired me to let me know that he, too, is gay and that he was interested in our getting together for some sexual activity. I accepted his invitation, and I have to say that it was a very unpleasant experience. He told me at the time that we would make no further mention of that here at work, that is was essential to keep what was personal and what is professional separate from one another."
"Michael, that is a serious breach of our company ethics. I am assuming that the person you are speaking of is Martin, no?"
"Yes, that is who it is. Well a little while ago he called me into his office, told me to shut the door and sit down. I had a premonition that something untoward was going to happen, so I turned on my recorder before entering his office. This is what transpired."
He lays his phone on her desk and pushes `play'. The conversation is crystal clear. As Sandra listens she gets progressively more angry. Once it has played all the way out, she sits still for a while, trying to compose herself, and then speaks to Michael rather softly and says, "Michael, I am so very sorry that something like this happened to you, and I assure you that it will be dealt with immediately. I would like to ask you if it is possible to forward that recording to me."
"Yes it is, Sandra. As an attachment to an email? Would that do?"
"Yes, that would be perfect. Please do it now, Michael, so I can deal with it with my superiors."
It doesn't take long for Michael to do what she asked.
"Like I said, Michael, this is going to result in immediate disciplinary action, and not the kind of discipline that this man was suggesting. It will most likely get rather tense around here for the rest of the day and probably tomorrow as well. What I would like you to do is go home now and not return until Friday. I will be in touch with you via email to let you know what transpires. You will be paid in full for the time you are not here. Again, you have my most serious apologies, and my assurance that this will be dealt with decisively. And one more thing, Michael: Martin made allegations concerning the other people who work in this company, and I want you to know that they are groundless. You need have any fear that anyone else who works here would approach you to make the type of demands that Martin was suggesting would happen. You were very wise to record the conversation. That makes everything so much easier for us to deal with. Again, I'm sorry. We are all proud of you, Michael, and think the world of you, and you have nothing at all to be worried about. Enjoy the time off. I assume you have people in your life who will help you deal with the pain of what just happened."
"Yes, I do, Sandra. I guess that's all then. I thank you for your kind words and for you willingness to deal with this situation quickly and decisively."
"Have a good rest, Michael. We'll see you on Friday. Be good to yourself now, son."
"thank you, Sandra."
Michael goes right downstairs without going back to his floor, gets in his car and drives home, goes upstairs and then loses it. He texts Oscar, "Something terrible happened. Please call me when you get a chance."
Not three minutes later the phone rings. It's Oscar. Michael is crying and sobbing so heavily that he can't manage to get the words out for a while.
"come on, baby. Deep breaths the way I taught you. No matter what it is, we'll deal with it together, I promise you. . . . there you go . . . . peace and calm, Mikey . . . try to tell me what happened . . . . ."
"the guy who hired me and then had sex with me last week called me into his office and threatened me that unless I had sex with him and with other men in the company like the faggot I am, that I would lose my job. I recorded the conversation and took it to HR. She said she'd deal with it and that I could have until Friday off to give them a chance to take care of things." And with that, he breaks down again.
"Listen to me, Mikey. I'd like you to go and take a nice long hot shower and cry as much in the shower as you need to. Stay in there until I arrive. I will be there in 10-15 minutes. Okay, baby?"
"I'm so so sorry, Sir. sorry for being such a slut."
"None of that talk now. You did nothing wrong, Mikey. I'll be there real soon. Go now and do what I told you to do. Don't lock the bathroom door. I'll come in to you when I get there.
"Yes, Sir. thank you."
Michael closes the connection, takes off his clothes, and does as Oscar told him to do. And as the warm water runs over him in the shower, he lets his tears fall and sobs loudly, just standing under the water motionless. Fortunately, they have a very large hot water heater in this house so the water doesn't run cold before Oscar gets there. . . . . . .
"I'm here, sweetheart. You can turn off the water now."
Michael turns off the water and opens the curtain and Oscar is standing there in his business suit holding open a large towel. Michael steps out of the tub and Oscar folds the towel around him and holds him in his arms. Michael starts crying again.
"That's okay, baby. Cry it all out, as much as you need to. I'm here. Nothing bad is going to happen."
He helps Michael over to the bed and then starts to remove his work clothes and then gets on the bed in his underwear and holds Michael in his arms again.
Michael tries to say he's sorry again but Oscar says, "No sorries, baby. No sorrys. You're my good boy. You did nothing wrong. That mean man will get fired for sure."
It takes a while longer, but Michael finally calms down. They hear the doorbell ring. (it's Ned)
Once Michael has calmed down, he gets his phone and replays the conversation he had with Martin for Oscar, who gets angry and starts making fists. "That bastard! Oh, baby, I'm so glad you were smart enough to record the conversation. Otherwise it would be a case of `he said, she said,' and would drag on. This way they have all the proof they need. What did the HR person say to you?"
He tells Oscar and Oscar is pleased. "See? He'll be gone when you get back and meanwhile you've got some days off. And I told them at work that I have a family emergency, so I'll stay here with you all day and we can get something to eat later when you're feeling better and anything else you want at all."
"Anything?"
"Uhoh. what do you have in mind, puppy?"
"You're gonna think I'm weird."
"Mikey, I know you're weird. What do you want or need?"
"Would you . . . . . . spank me then fuck me?"
"yOu sure that's gonna help?"
"I know it will. Please, Sir?"
"Hands or strap or paddle?"
Michael giggles. "Your hands, please, Oscar. I want to feel your hands spanking all the cries out of me."
"Oh my goodness! What have I gotten myself into? You are such a slut for pain! Come on, boy, over your Master's lap!"
Michael eagerly gets in place and moans while Oscar slides his hand over the boy's ass and then right away comes down on it good and hard. "too hard, boy?" "never too hard, Master." So Oscar starts spanking away from one side to the other and he knows he's hitting hard because his hand starts smarting right away. All of a sudden the tears and sobs start up again but this time Oscar can sense it's because of the pain of the spanking and not because of what happened today. "I guess Michael was right," Oscar says to himself. "There is something psychologically soothing for him getting spanked like this, and I prefer to use my hand to make it more personal." Oscar keeps spanking hard and he can't believe that Michael has any tears left, but still the come and he keeps shouting out "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and "thank you, Master, thank You, Master," and Oscar thought he actually heard an "I love you," but maybe it was his imagination.
"You're going to have a purple ass by the time I get done with you, boy," he shouts out over the slave's cries and shouts, and it isn't until he sees that Michael starts writhing around trying to escape the blows that he knows it's about time to stop. The slave's ass is glowing and Oscar bets he could fry an egg on it. But his work is only halfway done.
"Okay, slave, get up on the bed and raise your legs. Hold them tight because I am going to own that ass of yours with my hard cock, let you realize that I fucking own you, faggot, and that your main purpose in life is to make my cock feel real good." He uses his fingers to lube up the boy's hole, then lubes his cock and plunges right in all the way right from the beginning. This slave wants pain, does it? Then it's gonna get raped after being thrashed. Let it know what it is and that it truly has a Master who will take care of it when it's distressed and use it however he wants.
As he's fucking Michael, Oscar looks into his face with now is totally distorted by all the crying and sobbing. Suddenly he has an inspiration that must be part of his own transformation into a Master, because while he's fucking the slave he starts slapping its face and spitting at it as well, bathing the slave's tears with his spit and rubbing it all in amid slaps and more spitting and he fucks the boy so hard that he thinks he might break it in two, but he can tell from the sounds that his boy is making that he is in ecstasy and has pretty much forgotten why it was so upset just an hour ago.
Oscar decides right then and there that anytime Michael asks for a thrashing or any other kind of punishment or pain, he will deliver, because it will always be for the slave's own good. He promises himself that he's going to dedicate himself to satisfying all Michael`s masochistic urges and needs as a way of making love to him. Finally he blows his load and then falls on top of the slave and wraps his arms around him and coddles him like a little baby, and slowly but surely Michael calms down and grows quiet and before too long falls fast asleep.
Oscar continually surprises himself. After all that has happened, and after taking care of the slave the way it needed, giving it a good thrashing and a hard fucking, and all the slapping and spitting, he's given the slave a gift, precisely what it needed to be able to rest. He also realizes that as strange as it all would have seemed to him just a few weeks ago, Oscar is falling in love with this boy and it is a tender love and that nothing is going to make him happier than spending his life taking care of this boy and protecting it from harm and guiding it as its Master. Yes, Master. Just for Michael.
There is a very light tap on the door. Oscar carefully gets off the bed not waking up the boy and opens the door a crack. It's Gary. "Is everything okay?" he whispers. "Ssh! he's sleeping." Oscar steps into the hallway and closes the door. "Something traumatic happened to him at work today and he was very upset. He called me on the phone crying hysterically so I came right over to take care of him. He begged me to give him a hard thrashing and have sex with him and I did what he asked. It seems to have calmed him down like he said it would. I'll leave it to him to tell you guys what happened when we come done later." "Okay, as long as things are better now," says Gary. "Brandon was worried."
"Tell him no worries and we'll come down whenever he wakes up." I don't want him to be alone when he wakes up so I'll stay here until then."
"Well if you don't see us, there's some fresh made stew in the fridge to warm up."
"Great. Thank you, Gary." You're doing fine, Oscar. These boys are a handful, believe me."
"I can see that now. But worth all the effort."
"Glad you realize that, Oscar. You're okay, guy."
Gary leaves and Oscar comes back into the room and gets back on the bed. Michael senses him there and folds himself onto Oscar's chest like a puppy. Oscar gets even more enamored.