"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 55. Confused musings; Justin makes new rules.
Justin wakes up first and lies there face-to-face with his boi, willing its eyes to open. brandon opens his eyes and for a brief moment the two of them are bound eyes-to-eyes and wordlessly communicating before brandon breaks the connection and lowers his eyes, looking around as if he is seeking escape.
"I have you, boi. Don't slip away from Me. What's going on with you, pup?"
"Confused, Master, just very confused."
"About what?"
"About what we are. About how I shouldn't say that You own me because of what everyone was saying last night. It's not legal. It doesn't matter. It's only something I made up because I thought that's what was important. I'm sorry, Master, for pushing so far so fast."
"brandon, look at Me. Have I ever said to you that you were pushing too far too fast?"
"But, "
"But what?"
"But what they were saying last night, that it couldn't be legal, that it was only make believe."
"Baby, it seems that you only paid attention to things which would cause you to doubt yourself. Think carefully, now. What really mattered was the everyone had his own ideas and wishes about things, that there was no consensus of opinion about any question brought to the surface. And that includes the question of ownership. Sure. We know it isn't legal. But think back now: what was actually being said about it? What did it represent to some of the Masters present?"
brandon thinks hard.
"It suggested permanence. It increased the sense of bondage. It was reassuring."
"And also, some wanted nothing to do with it while others placed strict requirements about what it would mean. Remember the Master who said He would own His slave only once it became His urinal?"
"I remember. They all had requirements if they were even interested in it. And some of them wanted nothing to do with it."
"that's right. But I haven't objected to your using that word, and I also haven't made any demands that had to be met before you could use it."
"Permission to ask a question, Master?"
"Go ahead."
"Is it okay that Your slave is using it? It didn't mean to be presumptive."
"Sweet boi, I know you would never be presumptive. You were the first boy to say that I owned you, right after I locked up your little boi dick in My cage. You said it as a reaction and the word was coming from your inner sub spirit. I immediately knew that you needed to feel owned, and so I went along with it with no objection on my part. If left up to me, I would have waited a lot longer before saying that I owned you, but as your Master I am always responding to your needs. You needed to feel that I owned you, boi."
"yes, Master, Your slave understands now. And a couple of the things that Masters said last night helped this slave to understand more about what it means to be owned."
"So what does it mean to you, brandon, to say that I own you?"
"It says I am no longer alone because I've felt that way ever since my Daddy died, Sir. I've been so so alone, no one to guide me, no one to tell me how to live or how to grow up. the closest thing I had to all of that was my friendship with Gary, and Gary has always been a take-charge kind of guy so it was easy for me to go along with whatever he wanted. But it wasn't enough. He couldn't own me the way I needed. He was straight, and he wasn't related to me. I needed more than that."
Justin wraps the boi up in a hug. "so now you don't feel alone any more?"
"No, Master. I have a Master. And it is okay to say that my Master owns me. This is permanent. You're not going to throw me out into the streets if I offend You or fail to obey You, Master."
"Damn right about that, boi. My first reaction would be to bind you up in the dungeon and beat the daylights out of you so you would learn how to behave better. But you already know that. No, brandon, please get this and get this engraved into your heart: I own you, boi. I will never give up on you. You are My slave. I am your Owner. Nothing changes that.
"A couple of the Masters last night said that They wouldn't own their slaves unless something special happens, like the Master Who said that He would only be willing to own a slave who was His urinal. That really grossed me out, Master, and made me afraid. Do I have to do that for You, Master, for You to keep me?"
"You don't have to do anything at all more than what you're doing now, kid. I own you. You are not a free boi. I rule you, I discipline you, I punish you, I control many aspects of your life already and there will be more in the future. And if I want you to do something that you find too difficult, that you have to safe word, well then, we'll work on that together. Eventually, I will get My will in all things, brandon. But My will is to a large extent determined by your needs, boi. I read your soul and your heart and your mind, and the more you can tell me about what is going on inside of you, the better I am able to make sure that My ownership of you is something that works for the both of us, not just for me. I'm not that kind of Master. I couldn't be that kind of Master for you, brandon because you are too precious to Me. I keep telling you that. You still have trouble believing it sometimes. But it will happen. You will bend to My will because My will for you is exactly what you need from Me."
"My mind is getting dizzy right now, Master."
"It that a polite way of telling Me that I've been talking too much?"
brandon grins shyly, which Justin finds adorable, and proceeds to mess up his hair.
"You know, boi, as much as I would rather your hair never to get cut, we have to face the fact that you will need to be shorn for your mother's wedding."
brandon makes a pouty face. "But You like it so much this way."
"Maybe we'll find a way to deal with it without cutting it back."
"Master, Your slave needs to pee."
"And so does your Master." Justin sighs. "You know, boi, it would be so much easier if you actually were My urinal." He laughs. "Only kidding, pup, only kidding. Come, crawl inside so I can watch you pee like the pup you are"
Justin gets up to go to the bathroom and brandon follows, crawling, and goes to kneel on the side of the toilet as Justin takes His morning piss. He's discovering that He likes watching the piss shoot out of Justin's cock, dirty boy that he is.
"Go get your piss pail, slave."
brandon looks around the bathroom and fetches it, staying on all fours and raising his leg to let the piss flow from his cage into the pail. Justin really enjoys watching His slave be humiliated this way.
Justin orders him into the tub. "Close your eyes, piggy boi." Justin takes the contents of the pail and dumps it over the slave's head, then runs the shower and gets in. "While I'm showering, why don't you be a good boi and wash out the pail so that it doesn't stink." And so Justin showers, while the kneeling slave rinses out the pail and then catches the water flowing off Justin's body and washes himself in the run-over.
Showering done, they get dry and Justin allows the slave to walk upright into the bedroom. "Please, Master, a little more sleep?"
"See how much I own you, boi? I determine now much sleep you get, how you piss, how you shower, and when you put My cock into your mouth, which I want you to do right now! If you do a good job, I"ll let you back into bed." Justin sits on the side of the bed and brandon licks His cock until it gets hard and then closes its mouth over the tip.
"Stay just like that, boi. Toy with it with your tongue. We're not in any rush right now."
And just as He says that, His phone rings. "go get My phone and then get back over here with My tip in your mouth."
The phone call is from Barry.
"Oh hi, Barry, how are things going? . . . . really? . . . . . well, my goodness, it will be an honor . . . . thank You so much for asking . . . . . the boi? the boi is busy at the moment, so to speak. . . . .yes, I'm sure there's a good place in town . . . . I'll check it out and give you the information as soon as I can. . . . Just me? . . . . . oh, my goodness, how adorable will that be!!!!! I like the idea . . . . . Sheila suggested it? Wow! I just think she still wants to have her little boy be a little boy . . . . . . . . no need to discuss it, Barry, I approve it so that settles it." Justin laughs. "Oh, I'm sure you'd never get away with it yourself, but our situations are vastly different . . . . . more or less, yes, that's the way it is for most things. . . . . oh wow! Thanks so much you didn't need to do that. . . . we'll both appreciate it so much. . . . . limo? . . . . I see . . . yes, I certainly can drive to your place to pick you up." Justin reaches down and slaps brandon on the back of his head and brandon realizes he's stopped working Justin's cock with his tongue so he gets right back to it.
"How many have you decided on? . . . . . . . . really . . . . . . . . . oh, how nice . . . . . Wow! The whole month? She's never been? . . . . awesome . . . . . . . . well if you want to stay that long, don't worry about the boi, I'll set something up, maybe just put him in a kennel . . . " Justin laughs out loud. " only kidding, Barry, only kidding . . . . . I'll have to check to see what my Father's plans are but I'm sure we can arrange something. I have several different options . . . . . . . . of COURSE he'll go along with what I decide. don't worry about that, man. . . . .. well, that's the difference between a mate and a Master, dude . . . . . right. all the weight's on Me. . . . . . . . Wonderful! Well, thanks for the call. Yes, I know the time will come quickly so it's good to get all this settled now. Fine. Please give her our love and tell her I'll have brandon give her a call tonight. Yes. Fine. thanks again, Barry. Goodbye."
Justin backs his dick out of brandon's mouth and pulls him up over His knees. "Slaveboi's should be so nosy about Master's conversations, especially when it seems to make it stop servicing its Master the way it was told to."
Justin lays a dozen hard slaps to the boi's ass and brandon yelps. "Please, Master, please tell Your slave what that was all about. OUCH! I'm sorry, Master.
GROVEL!
brandon falls off Justin's lap and gets down where it was told to be. "Now SILENCE. I don't want to hear another word from you until I give permission. Besides, I'm going to gag you so I don't have to worry about you slipping up and earning a whipping."
"So now, since you can't hold your horses for just a little while until I'm ready to give you the information you need, this is what is going to happen. First, I'm going to tell you all about that conversation that has you so nosy and distracted. Then I'm going to cuff your wrists and your ankles together and go get Andy's whippy cane and have My way with you.
"So, that was Barry, obviously. First thing: He's asked me to be His Best Man, which I accepted. Nothing elaborate. It's going to a simple ceremony in your church at home, both sets of grandparents invited along with a handful of each of our work friends, and Gary. I'll be fitted for a tux here in town. You will be dressed like an English schoolboy: short pants, white shirt, bow tie. This will help emphasize the difference between us, and lest you have any doubts, it was your mother's idea. Gary has offered to escort your grandfathers to the church. A limo will pick you up and then you'll pick up both grandmothers, who are delighted with the way you'll be dressed—expect to get your cheeks pinched lots of times. Barry has gotten us the best suite in the Marivol Hotel for the entire time we're down there. Private dinner in the same place. The next morning, your mother and her new husband will be leaving for a SIX WEEK TRIP to Europe, your mother's first time out of the country I was told, so that will be a wonderful experience for her. This means that they will be over there for Christmas and New Year's, so I will make arrangements for how we will spend the holidays and the holiday vacation. We'll probably spend Christmas with My father and He's looking forward to meeting you, then we'll spend the rest of the Christmas breaks somewhere special. I'm thinking San Francisco, and My father is footing the bill for the entire thing. I already knew that but hadn't told you."
"Now, I want you to reflect on something while you're down there groveling. A lot will be going down over all those holidays. I have made every single decision about what will be happening with you without any input from you. This is what it means when a slave like you is owned and controlled, which is what you've said you need to be. So it has happened. there will be no further discussion about any of this unless I decide there should be. Your job is simply to submit to everything and to go along with all that happens. I run your life, boi. That's the way it is. That's the way it always will be. Now you stay down there and don't fucking move. I'm going to see if I can get that cane from Andy and then I'll be back down to have My way with you. And don't think I have forgotten what a fucking lousy job you did pleasuring My cock while I was on the phone with your stepfather, who, by the way, is beginning to get the idea what it means that I own you and that you are My slave under My control."
Justin gets up, throws on a pair of shorts and goes upstairs. A few minutes later, he's back down and while coming into the bedroom, he's whipping that cane around, getting the feel for it.
He goes into the dungeon and comes back with the necessary manacles. He gags the boi with a penis gag, then orders the slave up on the bed and puts on the manacles and clips both wrists to the slave's ankles and moves him around so his ass is up in the air and his balls between his legs. Perfect.
Justin takes His time with the cane, trying it out on various parts of the slave's body, listening for reactions so He can tell where it hurts the most and where it seems easy to handle. He peppers the slave's back and ass and legs rapidly, hearing only moans since the touch of this cane appears to be very erotic without much pain—that is, until Justin starts to crack the cane over brandon's balls and brandon tries to scream through the gag but to no avail. Then Justin lubes up the slave's ass and uses His fingers to open it wide, all the while continuing to slap the slave's flesh wherever he can get at it.
All that done with the slave almost in a trance, Justin positions Himself so He can invade the slave's ass with His hard cock and quickly buries it all the way within His slave and enjoys hearing brandon's attempt to scream. He holds still just long enough for the slave to get used to His dick buried within him, and then proceeds to fuck the daylights out of this slave, hard and rapid strokes, turned on by the slave's continual grunting and whining and crying. AS soon as He's finished, He withdraws from the slave and quickly pushes in a butt plug, then unclips the slave's wrists from its ankles, removes the gag and spits into its mouth and unto its face and uses His hands to rub the tears and the spit off the slave's face then orders it to get under the covers and quickly joins it, spooning the slave from behind while He kisses and bites the back of its neck until it cries out some more.
The slave is still not allowed to speak and eventually falls asleep with Justin holding it tightly until He, too, falls asleep.
brandon has the slave-market dream again only this time he is bound with his hands over his head and Gregor is there slapping him everywhere and covering him with spit and his cage is removed so that Gregor can slap and punch him in the groin to see how much he can handle. Finally his hands are unbound and he is chained up with a number of other slaves and they are led off to Leroy's ranch and told that they will be laboring "under the lash" for the rest of their lives. Finally, he wakes up with a horrible scream,
and Justin shakes him and tells him it was a nightmare and he holds on to Justin with every ounce of His strength and promises he will always behave and begs Justin not to sell him to Leroy and to keep him safe from Gregor end he buries his face in Justin's armpit and Justin holds him tightly until he stops trembling and Justin keeps saying to him, "You are Mine, sweet boi. I own you and I will never sell you but will keep you safe always. I love you, sweet boi. You are mine forever."
"Please, Master Justin, please keep me forever. Please don't sell me," and brandon buries his face in Justin's chest and Justin runs His fingers through brandon's hair and keeps telling Him, "You are Mine, brandon. I own you. I will keep you forever with Me and no one will ever take you away from Me because I love you and I love owning you and I love that you are My slaveboi, my sweet and good slaveboi and you will always be with Me. I promise you, sweetheart."
"you love me?" brandon asks Him. "Yes, boi, I love you. I adore you. you are Mine, brandon, forever. And I don't think I'm going to bring you to any of those Meetings ever again because they have really messed up your head, sweet one. No more of that. No more talk of owning or selling or ranchhands or cutting or anything like that at all. And I'm not going to let you be displayed before all those Masters or even before the Professor because it is all toxic to you and puts bad ideas in your head."
Sometimes Justin has to remind Himself that brandon is only eighteen years old and is still a babe in the woods despite all his kinky ideas and his trying to act as if he is a lot older than everyone else.
"Baby, we are going to dress you like an English school boi at your mother's wedding. We are going to keep you young and your grandmothers are going to shower you with love, and you and I will be staying in a special place, in a lovely suite and I am going to make love to you all weekend and Gary is going to see how happy you are and how safe you are and how cherished you are. Now let's go upstairs and have a nice breakfast together, and make sure you thank Andy for the cane He gave us, the one that makes you moan like a little slut. No more of those meetings, okay, sweet boi?"
"Okay Justin, whatever You want always, You know that. You told me You love me. Master. I'm the luckiest boy in the whole world being Yours only."
Once before Justin had decided that He had to reign brandon in and not agree to all his wild kinky impulses and now again, He is determined to take good care of His boi and protect him from some of the more frightening aspects of the world that he wants to gain admission to. There will always be time for that, but this is not the time.
Together, hand in hand, they go upstairs to the kitchen and Justin tells brandon what He wants for breakfast and brandon loses himself in preparing the meal for them and it is the best thing that he could possibly be doing—getting ready to serve his Master, to give Him a meal of love. Justin gets them both some coffee to drink and finally, things calm down a bit and fortunately, Lou is nowhere to be found. It's better this way. Justin sits and watches His slave fix breakfast for the two of them and He resolves more strongly than ever that He is not going to let brandon's wild dreams get too far out of hand because even though he feels he is ready for so much wild kinky things, he is still just barely out of boyhood and needs to be cared for and kept safe. Safe. Safe. That word becomes all-important, and Justin decides to change out some of the things they have been doing, just for a while. For brandon's sake, He is perfectly ready to put an awful lot of things beside for a while.
While brandon is cooking, Justin tells him, "From now on, brandon, you are to stay naked in your room but not in the dorm any longer. From now on, brandon, you will no longer service any guy who wants you to, and when I want you to take care of someone, I will always be there with you observing and making sure you are safe. Brandon, I am your Master and I have decided that we are not going to satisfy all your sexual obsessions. I am your Master and you are My boi. I want you to stay a boi for a while now. I want your life to be simpler. I do not want you exposed to any of the seamier parts of our kinky world. I will decide when I think it is time for you to get a little wilder again, but I am taking away from your right to act like a slut in the dorm any longer. There are other things we need to concentrate on, other things that are better for us to be doing. I expect you to obey Me in this, boi o you understand what I am telling you, boi?"
"Yes, Master, I understand. You rule my life, Master, and if You have decided that it must be more simple, then I will surrender to Your wishes because I got really freaked out this weekend and I know You want what's best for Your slave. I want to make You proud of Your slave, Master, because I know You love me and You will not want anything harmful to be part of my life. Thank You, Master, for the way You care for Your slave. I am the luckiest boi in the whole world."
Breakfast is ready. Brandon brings the plates to the table and takes his place on his knees alongside his Master, knowing that Justin will make sure he gets enough to eat. And while he is kneeling at Justin's side, he rests his hands on Justin's thigh and gets ready to open his mouth when commanded to do so, because Justin will feed him what just he needs. He can trust Justin for everything.
Safe. Sweet. Loved.