The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Thirteen

1. Ranch slave

He steps in front of me, still holding the leash, and knocks on the door. A naked man in a collar and cage opens the door and bows to us. Billy shortens the leash in his hand and pulls me over to where Master Leroy is seated, and immediately I fall to the ground and grovel before him trying not to shake or breathe too heavily.

“Slow your breathing, boy,” says Leroy. I guess these Masters all have the same technique. my familiarity with that command helps me feel more comfortable, groveling here naked before a stranger while a good number of very well built men stand around watching my humiliation. I remain where I am.

“Welcome to the ranch, Billy. I’m so glad you’ve been able to make it, and I congratulate you on acquiring a good-looking boy who seemingly has the right understanding of what it means to be a slave. I trust the training is going well at the cabin?”

“Yes, indeed, Leroy, as I was telling you last night. I’m quite pleased and with the proper discipline I believe this boy is going to be a good model to emulate for many a new submissive hoping for a deeper relationship with its inner slave. And I’m grateful for your invitation, buddy, and for the opportunity to give this slave some new experiences that will help it sink into what I believe to be its natural state.”

“Let’s see how well it cleans boots.” Leroy nudges my head. “Get to work, slave. Make my boots wet and clean.” He turns to address the other slave. “Cory, tend to Master Billy’s boots. Get down there and show our guest what a properly trained slave can do.” I hear quick motion. I guess cory rushes to obey. I can hear the rest of the crew speaking quietly among themselves, and distinctly hearing two of them speaking about spit roasting cory and then switching places. Obviously a lot more is going to be happening than basic farm chores around here. Ih ear cory licking, kissing and sucking Master’s boots and get more involved myself ; Master Leroy stops me and orders me to kneel up. I do so, and He looks me over, reaching out for my nipples which, as I’ve learned, I push into His fingers showing that there is no part of my body that I keep back for my self  and that any Master has every right to touch me in any way He wishes. Master L isn’t shy at all about working a new boy’s nipples, and soon I am breathing through my teeth and moaning as Master rolls and pulls and tightens His grip on me.

Master B speaks up. “I’ve made it clear to my slave that it is never to try to act brave or heroic, but that I always expect Myself  and anyone else around the be able to hear its pain. Nothing hidden.”

“I agree with you on that, Billy. I love the sound of a slave’s painsong.”

“Good word, Leroy, ‘painsong’. Make my boy sing for You, my friend.”

Master L’s grip on my buds is stronger than the most severe nipple clamps I have ever felt and my moans turn to outcries and Master chuckles in response. “Such sweet music. Allow me to have my own faggot sing for you in return. Cory, crawl over here and kneel up alongside this other slave.” Cory rushes into position, saliva still dripping from its lips as a result of the boot service it has been providing for my Master.

Master L gestures to one of the farm hands. “Clip this pervert’s hands behind its back and attach a chain to its collar. Make sure things are good and tight.” “Yes, Sir,” he answers the Master as he approaches cory who has already places his hands behind himself. Cory’s wrists are clipped and then together they are pulled up much closer to his neck and he grunts at the tight bondage which is obviously quite uncomfortable. “Look me in the eyes, slave. Repeatedly thank Me for hitting you.”

Master L begins to slap cory’s face, good and hard, back and forth, faster and faster and cory struggles to ride with the pain and his attempts to blurt out “thank You, Sir,” become more strained and actually ended up being cried out as tears form on his face and he is close to sobbing. Master L stops. “A different kind of song, perhaps, but this worthless slave has demonstrated its misery adequately, at least for the moment. alex, do not fear that you will be treated the same way. There is a world of difference between the two of you besides your ages and time spent in slavery. And unlike you, cory is carrying a heavy weight of guilt which must be dealt with continually until I decide it can be wiped away. that will take a lot of doing, and guys, don’t hold back today, but be careful not to push this novice slave too near its outer boundaries. Give it about one fifth of what you most likely will enjoy laying on cory. Understand, fellows?” They all indicate their understanding.

“Okay,” says Leroy. “Time for the next phase of our little welcoming ceremony.” Jackson, bend my bitch over the railing and pull its neck down as far as possible while keeping its arms attached. And Artie, please get the ankles and wrap straps around its upper thighs. I want as little movement as possible.” Finally cory is bent over and tightly bound in a way I have never seen before. Master L turns to my Master, “You have several possible options for setting up your property. Chose whatever you think best.”

Master points to a padded table and says to me, “All fours!” and I know what I must do. The table isn’t tall and once I’m bent over the way Master has ordered me to, He has easy and direct access to my butthole, or, I guess I should say, pussy. But before we begin, Master L still has one more thing to do. He asks two of the guys to “spread its cheeks” and they get behind cory and open him up, exposing his hole to all in the room. Master L approaches and takes a heavy wooden spoon and begins to brutally flog the slave’s hole and the sound of the blows echoes through the room along with cory’s cries of agony. I remember what Master told me about cory’s misbehavior and I have some idea why it is being treated the way it is. (Damn, I still find it strange to refer to a brother slave as an ‘it’—but I’m sure I”ll get used to it in time.)

Once Master L has topped beating the slave, He turns to the ranch-hands assembled and says, “I need three volunteers to fuck the shit out of this fucking pervert.” Three quickly step forward. I notice that cory is quietly weeping to himself—oops, itself---and Master Billy steps up to me and lubes up His fingers and proceeds to open up my own ass (“pussy”) and, bless Him, He is doing the same thinghe did the last time He fucked me—He’s making sure I can take it without any awful pain. Before He enters me Master L makes an announcement.

“It is important for all of you to realize what’s happening here. Billy and I are demonstrating to all of you that these two slaves, these two pieces of property belonging to us, are objects for our pleasure and need—notice what I just said—need to be reminded of what they are and how inferior to all of us they are and will remain for all time. In case you are wondering, I am not exercising my own right to fuck my slave because I am so angry with it that I don’t think it deserves to have contact with any part of my body at all. As usual, all of you are invited to take advantage of this pig should the mood strike you. Our guest’s slave is not available for intercourse but you are most welcome to make use of its mouth and throat, provided you don’t interfere too much with the work it is being assigned to do. In addition to that, when you have time, feel free to motivate these slaves with your own belts and whips but be careful not to break the skin. And, by all means, don’t hold back disciplining the slave you know so well, but go a bit easy on the other one since it is not yet accustomed to much corporal punishment. Slapping is encouraged if you are so interested. Thank you, all, for being here for this special “ceremony.” See to it that some of the most distasteful work, and the hardest labor, is assigned to both of these workhorses. And, now that I’ve said all I wish to say, gentlemen, please begin making use of the two, since their body positions are offering their back channels for your pleasure.” And with that, He actually leaves the room.

I am feeling so humiliated as I realize that my Master is going to bugger me like a common whore in front of all these seemingly straight farmhands, all of whom are well built as a result of the hard work that is part of their lives, lives that they have willingly chosen. As for me, this is most definitely something I would not choose for myself ; I am surrendering to my Master’s wishes, and trying not to be overcome with anxiety. What is going to be happening? Suddenly I stop entertaining this train of thought and do what is expected of me by my Master: I focus on His cock as it penetrates me and, I must admit is sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as Master doesn’t simply fuck me; I don’t know if anyone else notices this, but it is clear to me: my Billy is making love to me and is very proud to be doing so even while we are hearing the grunts and squeals of the other slave who is being brutalized by three rather well-hung and horny young men. Better him than me. I hope I never, ever do anything that would warrant the type of treatment cory is receiving.

Master finishes with me and asks for a rag to use to wipe up the lube leaking out of my asshole. As for His load, I guess it will just either be soaked into me inside or it will end up dripping from me, making it even more humiliating and embarrassing. He orders me to get down off the table and then He holds me in His arms for a bit and I soak up the love which I know He has for me, understanding full well that His love is based on the fact that He has absolute power over me and that I belong to Him in all ways. After all, isn’t that why I am here right now and about to be used as a common slave laborer? The thought tickles my inner slave, but still I am a bit anxious to find out what happens next.

One of the men, a hunky blond dude probably a little younger than me takes the end of my leash and commands me to follow him. Without another word, He leads me out of the house, across the yard and into what I assume are the stables. In the distance I see horses roaming around in a corral, looking ever so much more free than I am. “You may call me Bret,”He says to me, “if you need to call me. Otherwise, ‘Sir’ is appropriate for me or any of the other men as well. I guess you’ve never mucked out a stable before, boy, have you?”

“No, Sir. Never been on a ranch before. Never been in a stable.” He comes over to me with a stern look on his face and takes his hand and slaps me across my face twice.

“A simple ‘No, Sir,’ would have sufficed. You’ve not hear to conduct conversations. Answer what you’re asked as simply as possible and keep your fucking eyes down as much as possible. I know I’m a blond god type; I’m not a faggot like you. I don’t cotton to you grooving on my good looks and if I think you’re doing that you’ll be feeling my strap across your well-fucked ass, boy. So eyes down unless you need to look somewhere else to get your work done. Now I’m going start cleaning up one of these spots. Watch my hands and arms so you learn what to do. Learn fast because I have other things to get to.”

“Yes, Sir.” He starts working and it obviously isn’t anything all that difficult, but shit, does it stink! He dumps what He picks up into a wheelbarrow, steps back, and says, “Go at it, slave. Let’s see what you can manage to do. This is idiot work so I’ll be shocked it you can’t manage it.”

I start, rather clumsily, and when I go to dump what I picked up into the wheelbarrow, most of it falls on the ground. He smacks me hard on my ass. “Gotta do better than that, slave. Pick up what you spilled with your fucking hands and put it into the wheelbarrow. Be more careful the next time. Oh, and make sure you don’t put your fingers in your eyes or mouth after this, unless you like the taste of horse shit! Go on, slave, bend the fuck over and pick up that crap!” As I bend over, He smacks my ass again. I hasten to pick up everything I dropped trying not to think about what it is.

My next effort is more successful. “Okay, bitch. Five horses are bordered here. Clean up all their stalls. That should keep you busy for a while.” And He turns around and walks away, leaving me alone and trying with all my mental energy to lose myself  in the work I’ve been assigned as a work of submission to Master, not merely to these cowhands.

By the time I’m finished with the second stall, I’m dripping with sweat. All I can do is use my arms to wipe the sweat off my brow. Flies are all over the place and I’ve been bitten once or twice. I swat the flies when I can, but that means I’m getting the horse shit over my body as well. And my ass is still dripping. Woe is me!

I’m just working on the fourth stall when the foreman walks in. I don’t know His name but I know He’s the foreman because He carries a small whip with him and Master had told me that back at the cabin.

He raps my back with the whip, but just gently. “Not bad, slave, not bad. Stop for a minute. Put down the pitchfork and raise your hands up in the air. I’m going to spray you with something that will protect you a bit from the flies.” I’m about to thank Him, but then catch myself . I’m a dumb animal. Not much power of speech. I raise my hands and He sprays me everywhere, even down on my cage and balls and then down my legs. As soon as He’s finished, He says to me, “Now that I’ve been good to you, boy, it’s time for you to be good to me. On your fucking knees in front of me here. I’ve got something for you to take care of.” He opens His strap and jeans and takes out his cock and balls. Hell! Nice cock! “Balls first, faggot. Lick up my sweat.” Wow! Talk about musk. Talk about gross. Trying to be mindless, trying to bury my head in submission, I lick him clean and then as soon as I possibly can, stick his hardening cock into my mouth and make believe I’m in love with Him and give him all the loving attention I so willingly bestow on my Master. His moans tell me that He approves of my efforts. He quickly gets hard and fills my mouth and gets bigger than I expected and I begin to choke. “Easy, fucker. I don’t want you to choke. Not into that. Go down on me as far as you can without choking and use a lot of tongue. Tighten your mouth, cocksucker.” I go to put my hands on his ass and He yells at me “Don’t’ fucking touch me with those shit-covered hands, cocksucker,” and He lashes His whip down my back. I open my mouth to cry out and He hits me again. “I’m gonna keep whipping you, boy, until you get yourself back down on My dick and suck the spunk out of Me.” Immediately, I go about what I’ve been ordered, and, thank God, the lashes stop falling on me. Finallyhe yells out, “Here it comes!” and pulls His dick out of my mouth and shoots His load down my chest and it starts to run down as it mixes with my sweat. “Not bad, kid. I can see why your Master thinks it’s worth the effort to keep you.  Now get your ass back to work andfinish up in here. There are other things for you to do and time’s a’wasting.” He stands back a bit just to watch me get back to work. I’m filthy, sweating and dripping and now cum is sliding down my chest. I know for sure that when I think back to this day I’ll be turned on by the thought of what has been happening to me, but here and now, I‘m not really enjoying myself .

Finally I finish this dirty work and blondie comes back in to inspect the results of my labor. I make the mistake of gazing on his flaming blond hair and beautiful blue eyes and He catches me and starts screaming at me. “I fucking told you not to look at my face and perve on Me, faggot!” He comes over to me and starts slapping my face, back and forth, harder and harder until there are tears in my eyes. “Go ahead little boy, cry for your Daddy, but He’s not going to be able to help you now.” He goes to a storeroom in the back of the stable and comes out with a fierce looking riding crop. “Now pick up that wheelbarrow and go where I show you to dump all that shit out!” I try to do so and find it to be very heavy. I struggle with it. “Here, faggot, let me help you!” His idea of help is to use the riding crop on me, which forces me to try to move as quickly as possible to get away from it. “That’s it, slaveboy, get that shit out of here and go dump it.” He doesn’t lash hard; He remembers they were all told not to break the skin, but the damn thing stings like hell. Not only does it sting my flesh but it also drives me deeper and deeper into a state of miserable slavery and I can’t possibly imagine how the poor African slaves managed to endure their fate, some of them suffering all of their lives. And suddenly, as I struggle to maneuver the wheelbarrow and suffer under the sting of blondie’s riding crop, I realize sometime that blows my mind: just for now, just for this morning, I am a REAL SLAVE! I am doing hard labor and being whipped while doing it by a Master who has nothing but scorn and disgust for me.

I fall once onto the dirty ground and He actually kicks me in the rear end and spits on me. “Go ahead, fucker, roll around in the dirt!” as He continues to lash me and kick at me and finally I just give up and straighten out my body and roll around, letting my sopping wet body pick up more dirt which starts to turn to mud. The foreman comes by to see what’s going on and reprimands blondie for going too hard on me. He helps me up off the ground and orders blondie to finish taking the wheelbarrow to where it has to go. Blondie picks it up as if it were nothing and laughs at me that I’m such a weakling that I couldn’t manage it myself . “That’s enough, Bret!” the foreman says, and picks up the end of my leash and leads me back to the stables.

“You’re a fucking mess, boy. Gotta get you cleaned up some or your Master is going to be furious at you.” That really gets to me: I’m a mess and He makes it out as if it’s my fault! Oh well, what the fuck comes next? He leads me back to the barn, making me walk and stumble as He drags me by the leash. He takes me to the back of the barn where I see a hose and faucet. “Close your eyes and put your hands out in front of you, boy. Gonna rinse you off before bringing you back to your Master. I reckon you’ve had enough for one day.” He turns on the water. There is a spritzer on the end of the hose and He uses it to power wash most of the dirt and spunk off my body and the water is not too cold, but cold enough to increase my own misery, especially when jets of water hit the places where I’ve been whipped. I cry out and howl and start to cry. Finally He stops spraying my body and works on my hands which are caked with horseshit. He doesn’t get me completely clean, but clean enough. Once He’s finished my “bath,” He takes some rope and ties my hands together and once again pulls me with the leash out to the clearing in front of the house. Using the rope, He binds me to the stockade fence and walks away leaving me out the in the blazing sunshine, and as He approaches the house, I hear Him (I can’t see the house because of the way I’m bound) speaking to Master: “Of course it’s up to you, Sir, what you want to happen to your slave, but it is my humble opinion that it has had enough for one day. It did a good and far amount of hard work, and also serviced a couple of our guys. I did my best trying to hose off most of the sweat and dirt and cum that was on it. my suggestion is that you bring it home and give it a hot shower and maybe a little bit of time to relax before making any more demands on it today. I have to say that I am actually impressed with the amount of work it got done, considering it’s never been on a ranch before. It did piss off our of my men, I must admit, but that guy it pissed off has it in for fag slaves and you’ll see the result on its body. It’s got quite a bit of welts—well deserved, certainly. All slaves deserve whatever discipline they receive, of course. If you agree with me, Sir, we can wrap it in some rags and toss it into the back of your van so it doesn’t dirty the seats. But at this point I encourage You to take it home. Next time you bring it here, we’ll get some more work out of it, to be sure, and I’ll make it my mission to supervise it well and keep the guy who abused it so much away from it.”

“I appreciate your wisdom, Sir, and take your advice. I thank you for looking out for it and for trying to get most of the filth off it. I agree it would be good to just wrap it up and dump it in the back of the van. I’ll take care of things when we get home. Tell me, has it had any water?”

“I can’t say for sure, Billy.”

“Well then, why don’t you get your guys to package it up nicely and I’ll go into the house to get some water to give it.” The foreman agrees. I never did catch his name.

A couple of ranchhands approach me at the fence and unbind me. “Nothing out of the ordinary here, kid. We have slaves coming here all the time for some hard work and discipline. You did good, kid.” they wrap the ropes around me so I cannot move my hands, and throw some kind of thing that look like a dress over my head and then let it hang down. Master comes out of the house with a bottle of water. “Kneel, slave!” I kneel before Him. I’m happy to be taking orders from Him now, instead of the others. He opens the bottle of water, drinks some Himself, then fills up His mouth and puts it to mine and dribbles the water into my mouth and down my throat. A couple of the guys never saw anything like this before and chuckle at the sight. Master turns to them. “I almost always have my slave drink right from my mouth to emphasize the fact that everything in its life comes from its Master and that it has nothing on its own.” “Impressive!” One of the guys says. “I’m gonna tell Leroy about that. Maybe He’ll start doing it with cory once cory’s punishment time is over. Until it’s over, cory will be lucky if it has anything at all to drink, the fucking chicken hawk pervert!”

Master gives me a few mouthfuls of water and notices how dazed I am at this point. Hhe asks the guys to load me into the back of the van and they do so. Leroy comes out of the house and Master goes to talk to him for a good long time, while I’m lying there bound up and in a filthy dress and quite miserable, but already I’m starting to react to what has happened as something that will be an arousing memory for a long time to come. What a fucking slave I really am, realizing that eventually I’m going to get off on all this. Could I possibly feel any lower?

2. Billy’s POV

Did I make a big mistake here? When I walked out of the house and saw alex bound to the fence, my heart leaped into my mouth. He looked totally wrecked and despondent, and, knowing him the way I do, it seemed to me that he may have slipped into one of his subspace trances. What have I done to him?

I immediately placed the blame upon myself . After all, loving alex and guiding his process of becoming my slave was a tremendous responsibility. Maybe I wouldn’t have cared if I didn’t love him so much, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined ever putting him into the condition he appeared to be in.

The foreman spoke to me and told me that it was his opinion that alex had had about all he could handle and he recommended bringing him home and providing necessary aftercare. He also told me that on the whole, the guys were impressed by how willingly alex did what he was told and how completely he surrendered to what was being done to him without a word of complaint or any attempt to safeword. He also admitted that he felt somewhat responsible for not keeping a closer eye on the slave because it had been worked over by one of their hands who was viciously homophobic and who delighted in humiliating and disciplining those he referred to as “faggot slaves who deserve the worst possible treatment at all times.” Even Leroy often limits the guy’s access to cory except when he is due some significant punishment. He also told me that as soon as He realized it was this fellow—his name was Bret—driving alex with his crop, making him pull a barrel of horse manure that was far too heavy for him to handle easily, He intervened and put a stop to it. He also told me that although He did what He could to clean most of the dirt, sweat and cum off the boy with their hose, He was still in pretty wretched shape and probably shouldn’t sit in the front seat of the van.He offered to have the slave “wrapped up” in something to cover him and then have him “dumped” in the back of the van.

I readily agreed, and I realized that nothing about this was turning me on. That said a lot: up until this moment, everything that I had done to the boy turned me on as well. After all, I am a Dom and have wanted to be his Master for a great many years. But this distressed me; it did not turn me on. I am going to have to give a lot of thought about the much-needed aftercare I need to give the dear boy. When I get a chance, I’m also going to call my father to ask his opinion about things. I know for a fact that He has frequently sent crick (his slave) to the ranch for “conditioning.” Ok, sure, crick is older and a lot stronger than alex; I’m interested in knowing why my father keeps sending him there.

I’m somewhat dazed my self . Alex is sound asleep in the back of the van. While I’m sitting here, I see that Leroy has just dragged cory out of the house in chains and hooded so he can’t see what is going to happen to him. The boys are helping bind him between two trees. Leroy is carrying a vicious-looking cane, and he also has two other of his crew standing by holding their belts in their hands. Cory is going to regret ever trying to put the moves on that young lad when he was visiting with his father, that’s for sure.

I would have like to witness cory’s punishment for my self , but after all that’s happened, I know it’s best for me to get my boy home and take care of him, so I start up the van and drive away before anything happens to Leroy’s slave.

3. Alex wakes up

 

The first thing I’m aware of is the motion of the van as it passes over some uneven terrain. I try to wipe my eyes but realize that my hands and arms are still bound and I’m wearing some kind of rag and I’m in the back of the van like a piece of cargo. As I come into my senses, I recall what has happened to me. I have never felt more grungy in my entire life, and there are painful spots all over my back and ass and legs from that fucking crop, my face hurts from all the slapping and I am absolutely exhausted and hot from all the labor I was forced to perform. I recall the thought I had at one point when blondie was driving me before him pulling that heavy cart, the thought that I was actually getting to experience what it would be like to REALLY be a slave. It was awful, and yet at the same time, even now in my miserable state, my inner slave is telling me that it was thrilled and satisfied by what happened. Shit! How could I be so divided against my self ?

I don’t seem to have it within me to say anything, but I remember that Master has always told me never to try to be brave, so I make some grunts and cries. Immediately, Master pulls over to the side of the road, I think, and stops the van. He comes to the back and opens the door. He has a bottle of water in His hands and a rag, and He pours the water over my head and face and starts to gently dry me with the rag, then puts the bottle to my mouth so that I can drink. “We’ll be home soon, boy, and I’ll get you out of here and take care of you. I am proud of you for the way you handled this tough part of your training; they are speaking very well of you back at the ranch, and that has pleased me very much. I assure you, you will be rewarded once we get home.”

It is so wonderful to hear the sound of His voice after hearing so many mean and hostile voices all day. I can’t seem to process what He is telling me, but just the sound of His voice and the tenderness in the way He is speaking to me is such a wonderful comfort. The words begin to make sense. I am with Him and no one else. We are on our way home. He is pleased with me, proud of me, He said. H e is promising a reward. This makes everything worth it. And you know what? I must admit, I am proud of my self . Even though I was terrified most of the time, I did what I was told and I took what they dealt me without complaining or trying to back away from anything. A lot of it was hot, indeed, but not the kind of hot that I would want to have as a regular part of my life. It was the stuff of fantasy coming alive. From now on, I’ll be more careful about what I fantasize about. Sometimes my fantasies are really a lot rougher than anything I could ever handle. It’s like the porn I used to get off viewing. Far too rough. Far too hateful. Not realistic at all. That does it! No more bdsm porn for me. my life is giving me enough, thanks to Billy. I finally get a couple of words out: “I love You, Billy. I’m glad I belong to You.”

“I’m glad you belong to Me, too, sweetheart. Now let Me get us home. Hang tight just a bit longer, baby.” He shuts the door and gets back up front, starts up the van again and keeps driving.

I can tell we’re pulling up the driveway to the cabin. The van stops. He goes inside, leaving me Here, and I’m about to panic until I tell my self  that He won’t leave me alone for long. He comes back and opens the door and climbs in and rolls me into His arms. Oh,heaven! He brought a big knife out from the house and bit by bit, He cuts the ropes which are binding me. “Try not to move too much yet, baby. You’re very stiff and I’m afraid you might hurt yourself.”

He gets all the ropes off me and then, using the knife, He starts to cut this rag they put on me to pieces, pulling it and ripping it until at last it is all removed and I am once again naked. The air feels so good against my skin, even though I am grungy and sticky and, oh my God, I smell like horseshit, sweat and BO.

Billy hops out of the van and gently tries to pull me out. I’m able to help Him a little at least. “Do you think you can stand, boy?” 

“I’ll try, Master.” No good.h H picks me up in His arms and with a little bit of struggle, manages to carry me into the house, much like He did the first time He ever brought me in here. It seems like that was a lifetime ago, but I know I’ve lost all sense of time and days.

Once He manages to get the front door open, I’m able to stand a little and carefully, He walks me into the bathroom, sits me on the toilet and, kneeling down, He pulls off my boots and socks and helps me into the tub. “Lie down, baby, don’t try to stand up. I’ll run the shower and help you get clean.” He takes off His own boots and clothing, tests the water to make sure it isn’t too hot, and, getting into the tub with me, starts the shower running. Most of it is landing on Him, but, bit by bit, He wets me down and, taking a soft sponge and the soap I like so much, starts bathing me as if He’s bathing a baby boy. I let my self sink into boy-ness. I’m not really into age regression, but for the moment, I just let go and allow my self permission to be completely helpless under His care. And He is so good, so fucking good to me.

I yelp a couple of times when He passes the sponge over welts and bruises made by the beatings I received. Then He sits on the other side of the tub and lifts my feet up and puts them into His lap and, using His hands, does a careful and complete job washing them off. Then He puts a stopper into the tub’s drain, turns off the shower and just lets the tub fill up with slightly warm water. It feels so good!

“alex, you are my slave and that will never change. I wanted you to know what it would be like to be treated like a real slave and I think our visit to the ranch managed to accomplish that for you.” I nod my head. “But you are more than that to Me and I know you realize that. So for now, I’m just going to take good care of you. I want you to soak in the tub until you are finally feeling strong enough to get up on your hands and knees. Then I will wash your back and your ass and get all the rest of the grunge off you. Take your time, baby. Meanwhile, I’m going to go inside and fix you a cup of coffee. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, please, Master. That would be so nice.”

“Okay, boy. I’ll be right back. Rest in the water but try not to fall asleep, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I almost did fall asleep until He came back into the room with coffee. I could smell it and it smelled so very very good. He leans over into the tub and sits me up and holds the cup so I can sip the coffee from it. I’m feeling a lot better now and I lift up my hands to take the cup. He lets me handle it myself  until I’ve had enough. He lays the cup aside and asks me to get on my hands and knees, and now I can manage it. He runs the shower again and uses the sponge to wipe down my back and my legs. I’ve got a lot of welts and bruises on my back, He tells me, and then He says, “Slaves should never be without welts, you know, alex.” Kind of shocks me back into reality but all I do is nod my head.

Finally, washing is done. He drains out the water which has become dark and dirty from all that was on my body.

“alex, can you stand now?”

“I think so, Master.”

“Try.” I manage to accomplish it.

“Good boy. Now I want you to give yourself a shower. Handle the water temp yourself, make it as hot as you can.” I do so, and am feeling like a normal person once again as I wash my self . For once, I’m glad Master shaved off all the hair on my head, because it would be pretty disgusting if He hadn’t done that. Finally, shower completed, I turn off the water, and when I get out of the shower, He is standing there with a soft towel ready for me. First time I’ve been allowed to dry myself  with a clean towel since we got here, but I know this is must special treatment because of everything that happened.

Once I’m all dry, He sits me on the bowl in my usual position and allows me to piss and also shit out whatever is remaining in my ass, which isn’t too much.

“Wipe yourself clean, boy, then we’re going downstairs for a bit.” Up-oh, what’ happening. I decide to butter Him up: “thank You, Master, for taking such good care of me. I love You, Billy. I’m happy to be Your slave. Thank You for coming back into my life and taking me to Yourself.” He smiles at me, but there is bit of an evil look in His eyes and I wonder what’s coming up next.

Once we get downstairs, and Billy is also naked, Hhe sits in His chair and in His Master voice, He give me a command: “Down!” This brings me back to reality. I grovel before Him, but you know what? It feels so good to be back in that position, so good to be the slave that I want to be for Him, the slave that He is training me to be. He speaks to me:

“alex, you had a rough morning, but it was an important part of your ongoing training. But now you’re clean and you’re here alone with Me and we can start to have things get back to normal.” He nudges my face with His foot, and without waiting for a command, I know what He wants from me. I start to suck His toes the way I’ve been trained. “That’s it, slave, find your place again at my feet. Serve your Master the way He likes.”

I am so very very tired, but at the same time, something is happening within me. As I suck and lick my Master’s feet, I snap back into the role I’m meant to play. Master has been so good to me since we left the ranch, and now I’m going to do everything I can to show Him how grateful I am for the way He trains me and the way He takes care of me. I worship and adore his feet, and even though I am tired, I know that if He wanted, I would spend the rest of the day down here doing what He likes His slave to do. But after a little while, He stops me. “Move up, slaveboy. Suck your Master’s cock. Suck it good. the way I like. Make love to this cock you’ve lusted after for most of your life.”

And I do. And nothing feels better than having His cock in my mouth. And I go down on Him. I gag. I choke, I pull back and then go back down and gag some more. His moans tell me how much Hhe approves. And while I am sucking His cock, I try to remember how long it’s been since I’ve felt pleasure in my own dick, but then I realize that I’d rather be giving pleasure to my Master’s cock than to my own, and this is what I am meant for and this is what I am meant to do.

“Okay, baby, it’s time. It’s coming up now. Drink me down”  And He floods my mouth. And I am so grateful. After I swallow, He says to me, “Keep my softening cock in your mouth, slave. It is time for you drink more of my piss than you have before. It is time for you to begin your urinal training. Just a mouthful, that is all I require right now.” And the flow begins and it fills my mouth and I begin to swallow, not thinking for even a second about what it tastes like, because I am so lost in what it signifies and how much that means to me to be serving Billy this way, that I swallow with ease and am filled with warmth, not only by His piss, but by the praise He heaps upon me.

“Crawl over to the cage, slave. I’m going to lock you in so you can sleep. I’ll fill your water. Use the intercom if you need to, but I would be happy to know you can now fall asleep, nice and safe in your cage like my good boy. And after you have a nice long nap, your Master is going to let you get dressed and we are going out for a nice Italian dinner. The carbs will do you some good. Would you like that?”

Tears come to my eyes and I nod my head yes, and immediately start to crawl over to my cage, my second home. Dare I ask for something? I think I will:

“Master, may your slave boy sleep in Your arms later tonight? It would help me feel so protected and so loved.”

Billy smiles at me. “Yes, boy, I think that is a very good idea. After we get back from dinner.”

I go all the way into the cage and immediately hear the door slam shut and I hear Billy lock me in. And He is right: I feel so safe here. And I think I fall asleep before Billy even makes it to the top of the stairs.

Meanwhile, Billy goes upstairs and picks up His phone and calls His father.