The Alex Chronicles

Master frequently slips from Lover to Disciplinarian and I have trouble adjusting to the rapid shift; I guess it is something I will get used to eventually, but I’m not there yet. It happens again before we enter the store. Right after kissing in a way that floods me with the reality of His love for me, and before He opens the door,  He turns to me and says in His stern voice, “you be quiet or I’ll fucking slap your face right there in front of everybody.” Bang! Okay, alex, time to switch gears again. Inner slave, take over now please? Putting His Hand on my back, He actually pushes me right into the place. It smells of leather and rawhide and there is country-Western music lightly playing over the sound system. I see a couple of men dressed alike—must be the uniform for employees. Jeans, boots, Western shirts and cowboy hats, bandanas around their necks. Ruddy complexions, very friendly looking. Master walks right up to the nearest guy, points to me and says “the boy’s been sentenced to do some hard labor at a local ranch. Needs socks and work boots that can do the job.” The sales guy nods and smiles at him and says “I’ll bet I know which ranch. Leroy Hanover’s place, by any chance?” Master smiles at him. “You got it, dude. Good for you! How do you know the place?” “Been there several times. Leroy’s a friend of mine. cory’s done work on my truck for me off and on. Nice place. Nice people. Hot scene.”

“It sure is. This kid will get a good work-out and it’s obvious he needs it.”

“As a ranch hand or as a . . .?”

Master cuts him off. “slave labor. boy needs to learn a few things about serving, if you know what I mean.”

Guy looks me over. “He’ll certainly get a chance to build some muscles on that light frame of his. Okay, let’s get started. You said you need socks too?”

“Yes. this brat didn’t bring anything with it.”

Guy goes over and picks up a six-pack. Never looks at me. “These will do the trick. Why not put a pair on?”

Master rips the bag open and pushes me into a chair. “Get these socks on your feet, boy. Then we’ll fit you for boots.”

Red-faced, I bend down to put on the socks. Nice and heavy. Never wore things like these before. I notice the other guy looking our way and our guy calls him over. “this gentleman is bringing this kid up to the Hanover place to do some hard labor. thought you’d like to know.” the other guy leers at me and nods his head. “wish I could be there to see it. Tomorrow?”

“that’s right. First time, but there will be other times as well if I have my way. And I always get my way.”

“I hear ya,”  the second guy says. He brings over a measuring tool. “Stick your foot on this and make sure it’s all the way back.” Remembering Master’s warning, I just nod and do what he tells me. First guy says “We’ve got just the thing for a day in the fields,” goes into the back and brings out a box and hands it to Master. “Take a look at these.” Master checks what’s inside, lifts one of them out and looks it over. “Exactly what’s needed. Important to have a good fit. I don’t want to have to tend to blisters at the end of the day. At least not on the feet.” The guys both chuckle. Guy #1 says, “These are the same one Leroy gets for cory. They last a good long time.” Master takes both of them and drops them on the floor in front of me. “Go ahead. Try on the left one, boy.”

It’s a struggle, and guy #2 comes over and leans over me and pulls on the boot to get it on me. Takes the right one and does the same thing. “Never wore boots before, did you, boy?” I shake my head no. “well stand up and see how they feel. Walk around a bit. Make sure your feet don’t rub anywhere.” I obey him. Wow. They feel great.

“Good?” Master asks me. I nod. “Make sure they’re good. Walk around some more. Bend down to the ground and stand up again.” I do so while the guys watch me. Guy #2, the one who’s been leering at me, goes over to Master and speaks quietly to him. “You know, that’s a right good idea. He’s never ever sucked cock while wearing boots before. Better find out how they feel.” He turns to me: “Follow this nice man into the back and do a good job servicing Him. I don’t want to hear any complaints, cocksucker.” (No one else is in the store at the moment, so all pretenses to decency are lost and gone, especially since both these guys have been to the ranch and obviously know what the story is.) I follow him back and he takes me to a little office and shuts the door. He looks at me with that snide look on his face. “So get on your fucking knees, bitch. I haven’t shot a load in a few days. I’ll give you a nice meal.” He opens his pants and his cock is almost hard already. About six inches. Uncut. “Jerk it a while, slaveboy. My foreskin will pull all the way back when you get me hard.” I work the cock and try to lose myself in obedience. This guy’s probably been working all day. His dick smells a bit of sweat and piss. Humiliating to have to clean it, but tasty, says my inner slave.

“Ok, get that tip in your mouth and play with it with your tongue. Clean it off. It’s been cramped up in my jeans all day.” I do. The taste is on the acrid side but that shouldn’t matter. I work the tip and then he puts his hand on the back of my head and shoves it all the way into my mouth. I can handle it pretty easily, just a bit of gagging. Apparently he enjoys this. “Yeah, girl. Let me hear you gag. It tells me you’re committed to my cock like a good faggot. Hold still and let me fuck your face, cocksucker.” I do what he says and he starts fucking hard and heavy. I tighten my mouth like I’ve been trained. “Holy shit, you do know how to pleasure a man’s dick, kid. Keep it up.” It doesn’t take long before I feel the tension building and with a small shout, he shoots his load into my mouth. Damn, there is a lot. Some of it dribbles out of my mouth. I almost choke as I swallow. He reaches down and wipes what spilled with his finger and forces it back into my mouth, and then he smacks me hard in the face. “That’ll teach you not to spill a man’s load, faggot. Now hold my cock in your mouth until it gets soft. then stick your tongue under my foreskin and go all the way around. There might be something there to clean up. That’s it, pig. You like uncut dick, eh?” I say nothing, just keep licking. finally he pulls out of my mouth. “Stick me back inside my pants and zip me up, faggot.” My hands are trembling a little, but I manage to do what he told me.

He goes to leave the office. “Stay here, faggot, on your knees. My buddy might want some action too. We’ll give your Master a nice discount if you do both of us.” He leaves the office and walks to the front. Sure enough, the other guy comes in. “Not in the mood for a blow job but I want to make an impression on you so you don’t forget your pals here at the store. Open your mouth, slave. Big and wide.” I do so. He tips my head back and leans over me and lets a huge glob of spit drip right into my mouth. “Swallow that, kid.” I do so. “Open again.” this time he takes three fingers and sticks them down my throat until I gag and then roughly pulls them out and back in again several times. “You need more lube, dick head.” He spits into my mouth, gets another load of saliva ready and spits again. He sticks his fingers in one more time and then pulls on the roof of my mouth harder and harder which cause me to stand up on shaky legs. He takes his fingers out and slaps my face several times, left and right. Then spits on my face again. “I’d tell you to walk out there with my spit dripping down your face, but we’ve got other customers so we can’t make a scene. Have a good time tomorrow, kid. Work good and hard so you don’t get covered in welts. One of the hands there has a nine inch dick. I hope he fucks you right down your throat. If he does, tell him that Henry says hi and fucking ask him to spit in your mouth. He’ll know what to do. Damn, I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow. It would be hot to see you naked in boots with welts across your shoulders and ass.” He spits in my face one more time, then takes out his dirty handkerchief and wipes it all over me. A couple more slaps and he pushes me out of the room and we walk back outside.

He goes to his friend and says, settle up with the Master. Give him the cocksucker discount. They both laugh. I stand there totally humiliated and wishing I could cum from the thrill of what just happened.

Master settles up for the socks and the boots and a dozen rawhide shoelaces, and tells me to leave the boots on and pick up my flipflops. He walks out of the store and tells me to thank the guys for using me---privately! I go to each one and bow my head and whisper words of thanks to each of them and I feel like a child who just got his ass whipped. Henry raises his hand and I duck, thinking he was going to slap me again. “Can’t do what I want and what you deserve. Don’t want to upset the ladies over there.

I sure hope your boss brings you back here again. Maybe I’ll be in the mood for fucking your face with something bigger than my fingers.” I bow my head to him and he pats me on top of my head and says “Good boy. Now don’t keep your Master waiting.”

I turn around and leave. Once I’m back in the car, Master says, “That was real nice. We got your boots and you got used good by two hot dudes. I’m sure they gave you a taste of what will probably happen tomorrow. Notice, boy, how many opportunities there are around you for you to be trained in all sorts of different ways. That was a nice surprise that they both have been to the ranch and are obviously used to dealing with faggot slaveboys. Now let’s go get coffee before we head back. I want you to tell me all about what you learned back there just now.”