The Alex Chronicles

Billy hits the intercom. “Speak to me, slave.”

“Thank You, Master. Thank You for locking this slave up the way You have.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Owned. Safe. Protected. Deep in sub space. Sore muscles, but not too bad.”

“do you know how long you’ve been in there, boy?”

“Not too long, Master. it’s like being in a trance.”

“then it is obvious that my slave needs confinement.”

“guess, so, Master.”

“What are you, alex?”

“slave, Master. lowlife faggot slave not deserving freedom.”

“what rights do you have, slave?”

“no rights at all, Master. It’s all for You.”

“What rights does your Master have, boy?”

“Complete rights in all things, Master.”

“What if I decide I want you out of the cage?”

“it’s Your decision to make, Master, whenever You want.”

“Have you pissed, boy?”

“Yes, Master. couldn’t help it.”

“that’s okay. there are drains there. I’m coming down now. I’m not putting the lights on now, so you don’t have to worry about being hit with too much light. But I have more things to do with you, slave, and it’s also time for more humiliation and pain.”

“Master knows what a slave needs, Sir.”

Billy goes down the stairs. He can smell the piss and gets an idea. “Silence, slave. Eyes closed.” He goes and stands over the cage, takes out His own Cock and pisses all over me.

“Wear my piss for a while, pig. I’ll be back later.”

Billy goes upstairs and gets a few things from the closet: the wooden spoon, a ball stretcher, some clothespins and a thin light whip. He also gets a few towels because things are going to get messy soon. He goes back downstairs, unlocks the door of the cage and opens it.

“Crawl out here still covered in piss, you fucking pig. You can wear the piss while I work you over a bit.”

Alex crawls out and groans. Limbs are tight and cramped quite a bit. Billy unclips the boy’s wrists from its ankles and orders it to stand up. It takes quite a while before the slave is able to do so. Damn, it stinks!

Billy leads alex by the neck chain and brings it over to one of the tables. He makes him lie on his back on the table, pulls down the pulleys and attaches them to the slave’s ankle manacles. Legs are spread far apart. Billy cranks the pulleys and the slave’s legs are raised up off the table until its crotch is completely exposed with nothing in the way. Then he blindfolds the slave.

“No safe word, faggot. Cry and scream all you want. I’m going to claim your crotch and ass now.”

Billy takes the wooden spoon and expertly uses it from the slave’s inner thighs to its cock and balls and groin and then around to its ass crack. Quick short strokes, gradually getting more and more severe. Even though I am a little afraid, I think about how talented He is and the way He is gradually leading me more and more deeply into the pain. I’m determined to take it all. What difference does it make? He’s taken away my safe words.

The pain gets worse and worse and I can feel how it is digging deeper and deeper into my nerves. I start crying out. The whole area from my inner thighs to my butthole is slowly being set on fire. the tears come and I howl and cry and beg for it to stop, knowing He isn’t going to pay any attention to me.

He speaks. “I fucking own you, alex. I set you on fire so you can be branded with My ownership. Cry and scream all you need to. It pleases Me so much!”

In the midst of my agony, I am glad to give Him my body in this way. Oh shit. He starts hitting my balls. Now I’m screaming and sobbing and He yells out, “Take it, you piss-covered piece of shit. Take this punishment. Punishment for all the years you were such a wise guy in school. Punishment for how long I had to wait until you would be Mine.”

I pass out.

. . . . .

I am hit with jolts of cold water. He is spraying me with a hose. My legs are down and it hurts so much between them that I have no trouble keeping them far apart, the way He likes.

“Cold showers are good for slaves who don’t know how to hold their water.” He aims the spray at my balls and I scream even louder and shake my head from side to side, struggling to get free from the punishing spray. Finally, it stops. He throws me a towel. Still blindfolded, I try as quickly as possible to get myself dry. I am shivering from the cold. I want to say something to Him but He has forbidden me to speak.

“Open your mouth, alex.” I do so. He shoves something into my mouth that feels like a silicone dick. He wraps straps behind my head and I realize I am now gagged. I still struggle to catch my breath and start to panic.

“Settle in, boy. It’s just a penis gag and only 4 inches long. You can handle a lot more than that in your fucking mouth. Let loose. You’re resisting and you should know by now that it only makes things worse. Surrender to your Master, slave.” He strokes my chest and His Hand gives me a little warmth. He sits me up and hugs me. My tears begin again because it is so wonderful to be in His arms again. He kisses me and I start to suck His Mouth the way He likes me to. Sheer pleasure, even though there is so much pain between my legs and on my butt.

“Follow me.” Grabbing the heavy chain attached to my neck, He pulls me to a different area of the dungeon. “DOWN, slave.”

I fall to the ground and feel myself being pulled down by the heavy chains that are still attached to me. He grabs the chain around my neck and clips it to a bolt in the floor. I only have a couple inches motion. I wonder what comes next.

“this is a good way to bind a slave so it can’t get too far away. You’re gonna dance for Me now, baby. You’ll see.”

He backs off, and all of a sudden, a stinging lightning bolt is laid across my back. Not too harsh but very stingy. This is followed by several others and I realize it is some kind of a thin whip, but it stings like hell. All over He hits me and I start to struggle to get away from it. He laughs.

“you look so fucking good down like this, boy. Go ahead. Try to escape the lash. Go all around the circle, alex. Dance for your Master.” The lashes continue and I never know where they’re going to hit. I cry out a lot but it is true: I start to move however I can to avoid any direct hits with that whip which I’m quickly growing to hate. Tiny annoying pricks of the whip and I drag my chains all around the area with my head practically bound to the floor. I am glad He’s having a really good time. I hurt everywhere. The stings don’t last too long, but I am still feeling the blows from the wooden spoon all around my groin and ass crack and thighs.

I stop trying to avoid the whip. Something happens to me: I lay motionless. Nothing exists except Master’s lash. I am born Anew. I slow my breathing.

Master Billy says to me. “Michael and Robert are going to be so pleased with what you have become. They will love seeing how you accept what they want to do to you. They will see your transformation into true slavehood and how you have become a real whipping boy for Me and My Friends.” He comes back and pulls off the blindfold. I’m bathed again in purple light but can’t look around because my face is still bound to the floor. He undoes the gag and pulls it out of my mouth. I work my jaw a bit.

“What do you have to say to me, slave?”

“Master, this slave begs You: please fuck it. Here. Now.” Despite the pain, I raise my ass to Him.

“Is the slave worthy?”

“Master, this slave is only worthy of what You choose to give it.”

“You answer pleases Me, slave. You are beginning to understand. However, it does not please Me that you dare ask for My Cock when you stink so badly, and for that you must be punished. Raise that ass good and high and reach back to spread the cheeks so I can see that hole clearly.”

Humbled even further, I obey. Master picks up the wooden spoon and begins to beat my hole with it repeatedly until I scream in pain. “Never ask to be fucked, alex. I will fuck you whenever and wherever I choose. I hope this punishment will help you understand more about what you are.”

Once I calm down He lightly strokes the crack of my sore ass. He speaks tenderly to me. “Let’s get you upstairs and into a hot shower. And after that, baby, I will tuck you in for a nap.” And He helps me up the stairs. I think about how deeply He is bringing me down into my slavery, and I am grateful to Billy for wanting me as His slave. I am grateful that He has decided it is time to subjugate me to Himself. Because in some ways, that’s the way it’s always been as far as I’m concerned. If could go back in time until 6th grade, I would walk up to little Billy, and kneel down in front of the whole class, and bow down to kiss His shoes.