The Alex Chronicles

“So, it sounds to me that you are having a wonderful time with this boy.”

“It’s more than that, Dad. That’s why I called.”

“why? Is there something I can help you with, son?”

“Let me tell you a little bit about what’s going on. Right now, he’s bound in those iron manacles and heavy chains and locked in the cage downstairs. I thought he might start to be afraid, so I told him to ‘learn from the fear,’ because I remember you saying that to me once when you wanted me to spend some time with Uncle Ray so I could learn what it would feel like to be taken beyond the limits of my endurance the day after I turned 18.”

“Did it help you when I said that to you?”

“Dad, that’s the thing. It really did help. I remember what it felt like, dreading what was going to happen, not knowing if I could measure up, wondering how much it would hurt, ashamed that I was getting interested in this kind of stuff. You never forced me, Dad, it was always my choice. But still I was fearful.”

“Do you think that might be what’s going through his mind right now?”

“Nothing like that, Dad. He’s already been breaking through all sorts of limits with me, so I’m not sure.”

“Why do you think he’s making such progress?”

“Because he’s crazy in love with me, and that scares me, Dad?”

“Why? Are you afraid you can’t return the feeling?”

“no, not that, precisely, Dad. It’s just that I’m really afraid I might push too hard and take advantage of that love. I mean, he’s so in love that sometimes I’m afraid he’s accepting things even if they are wrecking his mind and destroying his feelings for me. And I don’t want that to happen. I love that he loves me. And I love that he wants so much to be the best slave he can possibly be, and I’m going places with him that are uncharted territory for me.”

“Like what?”

“Like him being locked up downstairs, for one.”

“But he can talk to you any time he wants, and if he were panicking, all he’d have to do is hit the button and you’d be down there so fast he wouldn’t know what happened. You know that, Billy. You know you’re capable of taking very good care of him—and I mean of him like a masochistic slave boy that you think you want to stop looking anywhere else.”

“I’d never find this anywhere else, Dad, I know that. But that doesn’t mean it’s right for him.”

“why would you think it might not be right for him? You’ve been putting him through his paces and he’s with you every step of the way. Although I must say that I think you went too far starting him with morning piss.”

“I just got this feeling, Dad. It’s like he is drawing it out of me.”

“What feeling?”

“The feeling that he needs to be as degraded as I can make him. The feeling that he needed me to push, that he needed it more than I did. I needed to do it because HE needed it so much, Dad---not the piss, but the experience of realizing how much I was going to do to him.”

“So then, what is the fear telling you?”

 “That despite all my experience and training, I’m not good enough for him.”

“Son, it you weren’t good enough for him, you wouldn’t have waited all these years so that he could be in the right place. You wouldn’t have spent so much time and energy checking up on him, even observing him in clubs several times. You told me about the look in his face after a scene, how instead of looking fulfilled, he looked disappointed that it wasn’t enough, that it wasn’t the right person. That says a lot.”

“Thanks for the shot in the arm, Dad. And it’s true what he looked like.”

“and now, how about after you’re done with him . . . what does he look like now?”

“satisfied. Happy. At peace. Feeling important, cherished, loved.”

“Isn’t that what we all aim for, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, it is.”

“Tell me, Billy, how long has he been in the cage now?”

Billy checks the time. “Almost two hours.”

“When my Dom friend Marvin caged you, how long were you in there?”

“He told me it was only 45 minutes, but it seemed like hours for me.”

“Well part of that is because you weren’t really into it but were just experiencing it as part of your own training. But if 45 minutes felt like hours for you, what do you think two whole hours must feel like for him?”

“No idea, Dad.”

“Has he hit a panic button?”

“no, Sir. Maybe he’s fallen asleep.”

“That’s not uncommon. crick sleeps when he’s caged. In fact, sometimes I think he sleeps better, just like pups and cats feel so comfortable when caged. I suspect it is actually part of a true slave’s make-up.”

“Did Hank react like that?”

“No, not at all. But Hank wasn’t a true slave in the bdsm sense. His scene was primarily domestic servitude. That was why he moved on.”

“You never told me about that.”

“We’ll save it for another time. The bottom line was that he connected deeply with someone whose house he cleaned when I was lending him out. At that point we both knew it was time for me to release him. He moved right in with that person and to the best of my knowledge, he is still there and is very happy. Both of them are.”

“Well I’m thinking that domestic servitude will be part of Alex’s service to me. It really turns me on just to see him cleaning the kitchen after a meal, and helping him learn to cook.”

“You’ve got a real gem there, Billy. You were right about him all these years.”

“Maybe I’m just freaking out because I actually have what it is I’ve always wanted with him.”

“I suspect that may be the case. Anyway, I’ve got to go. And you’ve got to go check on the boy. Make sure he’s alright. Find out what he’s thinking or feeling.”

“Good idea, Dad. thanks a lot for the advice.”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’m proud of you. Enjoy training your special boy. Love you.”

“Love you too, Dad. Bye for now.”