The Alex Chronicles

37A: 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 Eugene—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 myself. 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 myself, 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.

37B 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 myself?

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. He is promising a reward. This makes everything worth it. And you know what? I must admit, I am proud of myself. 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 myself 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. He 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 myself sink into boy-ness. I’m not really into age regression, but for the moment, I just let go and allow myself 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 myself. 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, He 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 He 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.