Master Brandon - aka Inkedskinhead88 - died four months ago, on June 11, 2012, from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He had just turned 23 the month before. The last time i saw Him was about a month before as well.
Brandon was a rather extraordinary person and i was very fortunate to have been His slave and to get to know something of Him. It was a "real-time" situation as He lived close enough for me to serve Him in person; between January 2011 and May 2012 i served Master Brandonon on eight or nine different occasions (a few times He opted to stream some of the visits here on Masterscash.com - so some of you may remember Him from those).
This guy was the real deal - He did well as an online cashmaster, at least when He put the time and energy into it and was willing to take fags' calls, and cash, from Niteflirt and the various other sites He utilized. In person He was genuine, honest and every bit as dominant and alpha as He appeared online.
I remember thinking that first morning as I parked my car and approached the stairs to His (and His brother Derrick's) condo, whether i'd be disappointed or "let-down" by meeting Him in person. After all, "Inkedskinhead88" was a neo-Nazi, Alpha Skinhead, covered in tattoos and inclined to pose for the camera not only in His 20-hole lace up boots, but with one of His vintage firearms. In theory, His online persona and the images of Him fulfilled ALL of my combined "desires" in a Master: young, straight, skinhead...in short, a totally badassed mother fucker.
When I first encountered Him, Master Brandon appeared every bit the 22 year old skinhead He in fact was; sure, He was at home and dressed then in His pajama pants, t-shirt and socks. The awesome tatt-covered chest, the four pairs of boots, the dozens of pairs of faded jeans .would all fill out and only enhance that FIRST impression later (....yeah, i did shitloads of His laundry on each visit and became pretty familiar with those boots too, which He carefully instructed me on how to clean, polish and worship).
But here's the thing - and this is no doubt true of many, if not all masters on here and in this scene - what I would become so impressed by over time was Brandon's dynamic personality and lifestyle - and the fact that He had zero issues with being a Master and using a fag the way He did.
He made me serve His older brother Derrick, His younger brother Grant, introduced me to several of His good friends (even their girlfriends..lol - sadly i never met His own gf in person)..in fact when Brandon moved "back home" with His mother, He said reassuringinly "don't worry scum, My Mom knows all about You and plans to have you do shit for Her as well as Me and Grant" !!!! Yeah, even after a year of knowing Brandon, THAT news was still somehow....amazing. (it didn't come to pass though).
i witnessed Master Brandon's excessive alcohol consumption (He'd often go through at least 20 of the 30 cans of Coors i was required to bring Him each time), He chewed a lot of tobacco too. i came to understand how His personality would change the drunker He got (and He always sensed too when He was losing His focus as a master and when it was time to send my ass packing).
He was (at least until the end of His life) a dedicated WP/Aryan skin - and i saw both the "good" and "bad" sides to that; He never tried to indoctrinate me per se; I'm not sure how that would have played out had i remained His slave over a longer period of time (there was talk of tattoing me at some point...haha)...we talked about shit like family history, travelling, He was keenly interested to know what it must like to be a fag and a fag old enough to be His father...lol....He genuinely got a tremendous kick out of making me do shit for His (and His buddies') amusement. And He was thoughtful too....like when i had to spend four hours scrubbing and cleaning their barbeque.. Derrick later came home from work and Brandon took Him to see the horrid thing and said "scum did this - great job, huh?" Or more memorably (and thankfully NOT a deal breaker on the first visit depite how distressed and traumatic it was at the time) when Brandon pepper-sprayed my face (as punishment for spilling the mug of beer i was holding on my mouth-gag tray), He was very, very concerned when i left that i was okay and that i wan't too upset...lol.
On one visit Brandon had made a point of teaching me to clean His guns (two rifles, a shotgun and something else...a bazooka?)...and repeated all the intricate steps He had wanted me to follow. I suppose it was with one of those that He....
For all His physical awesomeness and smarts, Master Brandon WAS a troubled "kid"....He once told me about being bi-polar...and as to the several fights He and His skinhead bros (not brothers) would seek out..(i never witnessed them)...He was typically boastful of the bashing, but a few times He seemed....well, unsure. Twice i witnessed behavior that was, for me, even as His fag slave, cringe-inducing. this is what i had signed up for though...in a way...i mean, to serve a real skinhead.
Brandon was close personally with at least one other well-known master in this scene (and on this site) and from Him i learned that Master Brandon ultimately committed suicide because of coming to hate who He was as a person and what He'd done to Himself and to others. All i can say is, to me He did nothing but inspire me and make me happy to be His slave, His "property"...and to finally, after years of fucking around with online flakes and often flaking myself...to make this all OH SO REAL in a real world context...to humanize the fantasy, and to demonstrate - if anyone really doubts this - that str8 alpha Men have more to gain from exploiting a willing faggot slave than just cash and beer.
Rest in peace Master Brandon, SIR...i miss You.....SH.