The Alex Chronicles

“Dad, I think I may have pushed him too hard by bringing him up to the ranch.”

“To be honest, son, I’m kind of surprised that you brought him there so soon. I mean, just a week ago the boy was leading an ordinary life. So, tell me this: why are you rushing things so much?

“Not sure, Dad. I just thought it would be good for him, that it would help impress upon him how powerless he is, how much I am the one who determines what happens to him and how much I am willing to subject him to treatment by others.”

“and Billy, you’ve never been tested yourself at the ranch, or anything like that, have you?”

“No, Dad, you know that.”

“so you crossed a line. You chose to subject him to something that you’ve never experienced yourself.”

“True, Dad, to a point. Don’t forget that just a year ago you had me doing yard work for Master Adrian, and He worked me hard to a point where I just sat down on the ground and safeworded, so He brought me inside and caned my ass, then sent me out to finish the work He gave me to do.”

“That’s right, Billy. And how did you feel about it?”

“I was pissed at you so much, Dad, and to this day, whenever I see Master Adrian at a club, I want to punch His lights out.”

“so you were angry, resentful, wanting revenge, and hated me for putting you through such an ordeal.”

“Yes, Sir, of course. After all, I’m not a masochist and I’m not a sub and have no desires in that direction.”

“but alex is a masochist and a sub and has deep-seated desires that you’ve only just begun to explore.”

“Maybe it would have been better to send him to Master Adrian. Maybe that wouldn’t have been as bad.”

“But, Billy, you’ve got to ask yourself this, and now think carefully: was it really that bad for alex?”

“Dad, you know what they’re like up at the ranch.”

“Yes, of course I know what it’s like there. Don’t forget that I send crick up there on a fairly regular basis. They’re tough. They’re all hard workers and most of them have a sadistic streak and enjoy it when they have a sub to play with and put to work. And, you must remember that no matter how tough they may be, they have a keen sense of boundaries and limits, they know where to draw the line and also when to call it quits. Leroy would have their heads if they went too far.”

“And tell me, Dad, what kind of shape is crick in when you finally bring it home from there?”

“Somewhat quiet. Very subdued. More eager than ever to please me. And a couple of days after he gets back, I always let it have a chance to masturbate, and it tells me that its fantasies are usually about what happened up at the ranch. So it is clear to me that after the fact, its memory of what happened turns it on like crazy. And I’ll tell you this: whenever I tell it I’m bringing it to the ranch, it has never, ever, begged me to reconsider. That says a lot.”

“I guess so. But alex had no idea what it would be like. I didn’t give it any information other than to say it would be doing ‘slave labor.’”

“And what was its reaction?”

“Somewht turned on by the whole idea. But Dad, when I saw it tied to the fence, dirty, sweaty, covered with marks and welts and cum, it broke my heart and I deeply regretted making it go through what it did.”

“It broke your heart, boy, because you’re in love with alex the boy. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think your feelings for the boy cramp your style as a Master of alex the slave. So, I have a couple of questions for you to answer: first of all, what did the guys at the ranch tell you?”

“That I shouldn’t make the slave go a whole day, but take it home after about 3 ½ hours. They said that was all it could handle.”

“So you can see how they knew when to draw the line themselves, even though they were apparently much harder on the boy than you’ve been able to be yourself.”

“True, Dad.”

“Okay. Next question: What shape was alex really in when you went to him?”

“Looking pretty miserable. And somewhat dazed. Couldn’t say anything. Totally passive. Dad, they tied it up and put a fucking dress on it because they didn’t want it to soil the van, it was so disgusting.”

“How did it react to that?”

“no reaction at all. like a rag doll. no protest, no struggle. It just let them do what they wanted to. And it stayed silent for a good long time on the way home.”

“Did it have anything at all to say?”

“Yeah, Dad, and my heart was almost broken. The first thing alex said was, ‘I love You, Billy.’”

“Wow. That says a lot. Billy, you’ve got to trust it. The boy had a rough day, clearly the roughest it’s ever been through. it was spacing out, according to your own observation, and unable to say much, yet the first words out of its mouth were, ‘I love you.’” Believe those words, Billy.”

“Oh, I do believe them, Dad, and honestly, I was really surprised to hear it say that. I thought for sure that it would complain or even vent its anger at me.”

“That’s what you were doing to yourself, boy. You’re still a novice Master and you’re forgetting something I’ve always tried to get you to understand. At all times, son, you have got to get out of your own head and observe the slave, observe its reactions, observe its body language and the things it has to say, even in the midst of the toughest treatment. Pay attention to that, son. After all of that, all the stuff it went through, after being put into what you saw as awful physical shape, after being tied up and wrapped up and thrown in the back of your van like a piece of junk, when it was finally able to speak, without a single doubt or regret in its mind, it told you that it loves you. That was its reaction to it all, no matter how roughly it was treated, no matter how miserable it may have been feeling. Pay very close attention to that.”

“Damn, Dad, I was so much in my own head that I temporarily lost the ability to observe what was going on outside of myself.”

“Tell me what happened when you got alex home again.”

“I cut off the rag it was wearing and the ropes binding it, and I helped it into the house. It couldn’t walk on its own.”

“It?”

“Yes, Dad, it? Why are you asking that?”

“Just to make you realize that you refer to alex as “him” a lot of the time. Now you’re beginning to accept that you’re turning it into a true slave.”

“Oh yeah.”

“And so, what did you do?”

“I literally carried it into the house and right into the bathroom. Got its boots off and laid it in the tub and ran the shower with slightly warm water. I stripped myself and got into the tub with it and began to wash it as gently as possible because of the whippings it had received, and I stayed with it until it was clean, front and back. Dad, it was disgustingly filthy. It was a lot of work getting it clean again. And I was as gentle as I possibly could be.”

“So you followed your most careful, and I will also say, loving instincts. And after it got clean?”

“We went downstairs and I ordered it to grovel.”

“any resistance or hesitation?”

“No. It was subdued and totally compliant and obedient. In fact, it seemed to me like it eagerly got into position, that it needed to be with me that way.”

“So that tells you a lot about the effect the day had on it. It reinforced its understanding of itself as your slave, as slave to a Master it is in love with. And then?”

“I let it stay there for a while, then nudged it with my foot and immediately it went about servicing me, just like always, but there was a very special tenderness about the way it was doing it.”

“Anything else?”

“I made it suck my cock, Dad, and again, it was intensely submissive and lost in what it was doing to obey me.”

“then you have nothing to worry about. The “adventure” it had this morning helped it settle more deeply into its understanding of itself as your slave, and it sounds to me like it was trying to show you how grateful it was to be alone with you again, doing things that it’s become used to doing.”

“Dad, you’re so perceptive. Even though you weren’t there to observe what happened, you described to me a lot of what must be going on inside its mind. its slave mind.”

“Precisely. And after you had your orgasm?”

“I decide to push a bit. I made it swallow a mouthful of . . .”

Dad cut him off. “Wow. Again, complete obedience?”

“Yes, Dad. OMG. What happened up at the ranch accomplished a lot, didn’t it.”

“Precisely. You see what just happened, Billy? By getting you to observe alex and the way it was behaving and submitting to your wishes, you got out of your head and put aside your own doubts that you’d done the right thing, and now you’re beginning to understand what effect what you call its ordeal had on it. And after swallowing your piss?”

“I ordered it into the cage, and it went willingly. I locked it in and it quickly fell asleep.”

“Safe in the cage, it seems. No resistance whatsoever.”

“No, Dad, none. then I came up here to call you.”

“and what’s going to happen later on today, after its much needed nap?”

“I promised it a treat. We’re going out to Romano’s for dinner.”

“Ah, you have a good instinct, son. Wonderful aftercare followed by a total switch in mood and a nice treat, and during your dinner please give it an opportunity to share with you everything that’s been on its mind today. One of those ‘safe space’ conversations between the two of you that are so very important, especially at a time like this.”

“Yes, Dad, that’s what I’ll do.”

“And don’t forget that in a day or two, allow it to pleasure itself, spin what happened today into a masturbation fantasy.”

“Or maybe I should bring it off myself, maybe even blow it.”

“I wouldn’t say so, Billy. Let it have privacy and a chance to savor whatever it needs to savor. Save the rest for another time.”

“Dad, I was planning for Michael and Robert to come up tomorrow and have some fun with alex.”

“Son, I would most definitely advise against that, at least for a few more days. Give yourself time to enjoy the new and deeper level of submission. Give alex time to express its devotion to you. I advise you to consider the next couple of days as a time for after care—and by that I don’t mean you should treat the boy with kid gloves. But explore the Master/slave sexual connection you are building with alex. Treat Yourself, son. Treat yourself to what it’s like to have a well-conditioned, and, I must say, well-trained slave boy who is happiest being your slave. This not a time to share it with others.”

“Dad, I was planning on collaring alex when the guys were here.”

“Save that, son. Save it for a while longer. Maybe at the club, or, if you want, even here with your friends present. Besides, I’d like to be on hand for the collaring myself if possible.”

“sure thing, Dad. I’ll work something out. And I have a wonderful idea about what its collar will be like.”

“surpise me, Billy. Anything else?”

“No Dad, thanks so much for all your insight and advice.”

“You are well on your way to becoming an excellent and caring Master, Billy. I’m proud of you.”

“thanks again, Dad. I love you.”

“I love you, too, son. Keep up the good work.”

And with that, the conversation comes to an end. And Billy goes downstairs and sits by the cage and simply observes his slave, fast asleep and feeling so safe and, we must suppose, so loved by its Master.