My stomach dropped as all sorts of nauseating scenarios entered my mind. As I kept all those wild scenarios to myself, Russell had zero trouble voicing them.
“Perhaps a teacher? Clergyman; do you know if he was religious?”
“I don’t think so. At least not to the point of attending church services. I think his mother was too busy in her own life to instill whatever her religious beliefs were in him.”
“Then perhaps a counselor at school, or a coach. You mentioned that he was on the high school track and soccer team. Could Eli be one of them? Perhaps a friend’s father?”
“Perhapsyou have too many ideas,” I joked, emphasizing the word ‘perhaps.’
Russell’s favorite word ever since we younger had been ‘perhaps.’ He cleverly used that word to make his ideas and thoughts a suggestion for someone else to consider as being correct. Although he never actually posed his ideas or thoughts as being the right thing, I knew exactly what he was doing. As our laughter faded, Russell said something that I was afraid to voice just yet.
“Could Eli have been a father figure, perhaps, one with a psychology background, that Brandon trusted? Perhaps, Brandon believed he was cared for by him? Could he have been the ‘friend of the family?’”
Although I had thought about this exact scenario several times, Russell mentioning it sent my mind running in all sorts of directions. Even with what little I knew about Brandon’s past made this a very plausible scenario. Brandon was starved for attention, and because of it, I could see him following what seemed like a friendly hand.Just like a puppy.
It was that same hunger that terrified me of him negotiating a session with anyone at Club Oxygen. Brandon wanted and needed positive attention. While I didn’t think anyone at the club would have any ill-intent with him, Brandon would easily be swayed. Brandon would want to fit whatever role the Top would request, or he’d go along with nearly anything in hopes that the Top would approve of him.
Thankfully, Brandon was no longer available for play. He was mine.
Russell’s gentle laughter reverberated into my ear and pulled me back to the conversation.
“James, give some serious consideration to the possibility that the trigger of a psychologist, or the study of psychology, came before he ended up at that party. And give some consideration to the fact that Brandon could’ve been a victim of brainwashing long before he ended up at the party.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“You know as well as I do, James, that not everyone who takes the oath to help others does so with pure and genuine intent.”
“I know, Russell.”
“I know you do.”
I took a deep breath and looked down at the wood railing. There was a chance that everything I had been worried about and everything that Russell had voiced could be accurate.
“So, before you run, tell me about how you finally took your pup,” Russell said. I could tell that he was smiling as he asked me, which brought me out of my thoughts and onto something positive.
“It was amazing, Russell. I wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t harm him. I didn’t take him in a sweet, slow way as you took Ryan, but love wasn’t absent. Brandon was on his hands and knees on the hotel bed.” Russell’s laughter made me pause due to my own smile having crept onto my face.
“Taken like a true pup.”
“I did, yes. I spanked him hard, tapped on his balls, and tweaked and twisted his nipples. What was so amazing and moving to me was that he came when I about twisted his nipple off. I took him again this morning, and the same thing happened—he came when I pinched and abused those nipples of his.” Russell would know exactly why this was so important for me, as a sadist.
“That’s wonderful, James. I’m so happy that you have found a genuine little masochist in Brandon.”
“I’ve waited a long time to find one that I thought would be able to keep up with me.”
“It sounds like you and him need to have a session. I know you guys have had many, but as you mentioned, the dynamic has changed quite a bit.”
“Trust me, I will be venturing into deeper waters with him. I’ll see if he can keep up.”
I turned around and faced the house, and I could see the back of Brandon’s head at the couch. He was probably all done with his tasks and was ready to show me a glimpse of his past. As I wrapped up my conversation with Russell, I couldn’t help but feel that this was perfect timing. I was very eager to take a look at the pictures that made up his life.
8
Brandon
I hurriedthrough the things that James asked me to do; though, I didn’t cut corners. The kitchen was clean, and nothing was out of place or done sloppily. I found the lotion to be soothing on my nipples and was kind of glad he had suggested it.
When he told me to put a t-shirt on, otherwise I’d find myself getting carpet burns all afternoon, the ‘threat’ of that sounded just fine by me. In fact, the mental image I had drummed up of him banging me from behind on the rug in his room was enough to make me hard. I would’ve much rather stayed in my boxer briefs and socks and earned those carpet burns.
