The Alex Chronicles

I wake up sometime before dawn and the pain in My fuck channel is awful. I am still in His arms. I remember what Master told me and I try to reach behind me to shake Him awake but My wrists are still chained up and I can’t quite make it so I struggle to turn around and that does wake him up. He is always so sweet at night and it brings out My age regression.

“You okay, baby?”

“I’m hurting, Daddy. I promised I’d wake You up.”

“Yes, and you’re a good boy for doing so. Let’s get you inside so Daddy can take care of His boy.” He gets out of bed first and then gently helps me up, but still keeps My wrists chained up. “You don’t need your hands, boy. Daddy will take care of you.”

“Hurting, Daddy, inside.”

“Daddy will make it all better. Let’s go into the bathroom and bend you over the sink so I can pull out the plug.” He walks me inside and leans me over. He runs His hand down My back making me shiver with good feelings and holds me down with one hand while with the other hand He slowly withdraws the plug from my aching ass. “Okay, baby, one quick yank and it will be out.” And He pulls hard and fast and I tremble and moan. “Sit on the toilet, boy, so you can expel My gunk from your ass and whatever else has to come out.”

Half awake, I sit there and push and all sorts of nasty stuff comes out. He makes me stand up and looks in the bowl. “Good boy. No blood.” He flushes the toilet and takes a towel and wets it down with warm water and uses it to bathe me. “I’ll get you all nice and clean and then I want to take a look at your hole to see if it’s bruised much.” He tenderly washes me, rinses the towel and does it again. “Okay, baby, bend all the way over and I’ll spread your cheeks and peek at your most private part, a part which is only available to your Master.” He does so. “Not too bad. You’re a tough boy, alex, but I’m gonna put something on you that will help ease the pain. It’s a topical pain-killer and also an ointment that is good for well-fucked slaves so their Masters can still have access to them the next day.” He puts the ointment on me and it immediately starts to feel so very good.

“would you put that on my flesh too, Daddy, where you spanked me hard? It still burns.”

“No, baby boy. It burns because you were a bad boy and Daddy had to punish you with the strap.”

“that strap hurts so bad, Daddy, when you lash me hard.”

“I know, boy. that’s what happens when you forget what you are or when you displease your Master. That is your punishment strap. Be a good slave boy and you won’t have to feel it too often, but be a bad boy and you’ll get lashed with it to remind you what you are. Understand, alex?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good slave, Daddy, because I love you so much.”

“Sometimes, boy, true slaves have to get whipped hard. They forget so quickly, especially at the beginning. Trust me to know what I have to do to keep you in the right frame of mind.”

“I will, Daddy. I’m sorry I was bad.”

“Well that’s all over now. You got your whipping and I’m glad you still feel it. It will help remind you. Now lets go back to bed so we’re not too sleepy in the morning.”

“Cuddle me, Daddy?”

“Of course, My darling boy. I’ll wrap you in My arms and cuddle your right back into dreamland. But don’t dream of freedom, because you’ll never be free again.”

“Don’t want to be free, Daddy, even if it means I get whipped. Want to be yours, Master Billy.”

“Well you are, boy. Come with me now. Back to sleep, baby.”

He walks me back to bed and helps me in and surrounds me with His Arms while nestling in my neck. I cherish these tender moments as much as I cherish all the other times as well. I am so happy that Billy has a tender side, a side that He actually never showed me when we were in school, so this is a total surprise, and a nice one at that. As I rest in His Arms, He kisses me on the back of the neck and whispers to me. “At night, boy, you rest in Daddy’s arms like the child you are at times, but come morning, I am Master and you are slave. When you wake up, or I awaken you, go immediately to make my coffee and bring it to Me. Your wrists will still be bound—you can manage to make coffee that way. Then suck my cock and drink My Cum for your breakfast. Then go and take a hot shower and drip dry. Then you may have coffee. Sit in the kitchen corner still wet with legs spread and wait patiently for me. After I have My breakfast we will go down to the dungeon. Tomorrow will be a day you learn about bondage and imprisonment. But sleep now, child.” Sleep comes quickly and I dream about ropes and chains and schoolmates laughing at me.