The Alex Chronicles

We get out of the car and Billy walks across the parking lot with me dutifully walking behind Him and I could feel my useless dick trying to chub up in its cage just because for some strange reason I felt humiliated because I had to follow behind on my own without Him touching me and I imagined that everyone who was leaving the restaurant could look at me and wonder why I’m following this Man that I seem to be with and what is the pecking order between us. Maybe they’re not thinking anything at all about it, but the important thing is that in my experience is humbling and I am happy that my Master is treating me to a nice meal because I’ve been a good boy and because He loves me.

The smell of garlic fills my soul as we walk inside. The hostess greets Billy (but not me) and He has apparently made a reservation for a relatively private part of the establishment meant for couples. No big deal that we are both men; Master told me this place was gay-friendly! She leads Him to our table and I follow. Wow! We are in a very private cubicle. Master indicates where I will sit and it doesn’t escape the hostess’ notice. She smiles at him as if to acknowledge His superiority and hand Him a menu but doesn’t give me one. I sit where Master told me to sit, and as I touch the seat I immediately spring up again because my ass is so sore from the spanking He gave me before we left the house. He says in a quiet voice, “Do I have to push you down into your seat, boy, or can you manage it yourself?” I sit all the way down and whisper to Him, “thank You, Master, for making your boy sore.” He winks and picks up the menu as the waiter comes to fill our water glasses and introduces himself to us. “Do you need another menu, Sir,” he asks.

“No, this is fine. I’ll be doing the ordering for both of us,” replies Billy, and that’s that. He asks what we will be drinking. Master orders a half carafe of His favorite wine and the waiter leaves to get it. I am very thirsty but understand that I may not drink until Master does, so I wait patiently, watching His hands more than anything else as He reads the menu. “I was thinking of allowing you to order your own meal,” He says to me, “but the hostess seemed to realize that I am in charge and never bothered to give you a menu, boy. I’m sure they’ll be talking about us among themselves,” He chuckles. Then He asks me if there is anything I would really like to have.

“Not capable of deciding anything for myself, Sir. Please choose what your slave will have to eat,” I answer. He continues to peruse the menu and takes a sip of His water so I do as well. “good boy,” He says. “I’m really hoping that nothing is going to happen that will require My picking up the strap when we get home, alex.”

“No, Sir,” I answer.

“I want you to eat as much pasta as you can handle tonight,” Master tells me. “And the breadsticks here are excellent. Eat a couple when they are brought to the table, but no butter for you.” I nod in submission.

The waiter, whose name is Mitchell, comes by with the wine, pours half a glass for Master to taste. Master nods His approval and Mitchell fills His glass all the way and then looks quizzingly to Him. “My boy will also have wine,” Master says, and I can feel myself blushing as Mitchell gives me a funny look and fills my glass.

“I am only having one glass of wine because I’m driving. I expect you to drink all the rest, alex, and you don’t need to wait for Me. The pasta will soak up the alcohol so you should be fine, and if you’re not, so much the better for Me to be able to take advantage of you when I get you home,” He says. “Not that I need a reason, do I, slave?”

“No, Master,” I answer and then immediately regret it because Mitchell is back at the table and overhears me, I’m sure. No. It hasn’t escaped his notice. “It’s always nice to know who’s the Dom,” says Mitchell, and asks Master about appetizers. He orders a capreze salad for Himself and an order of baked clams for me. I realize that He has never ever asked me about my preferences concerning food, but fortunately, I like baked clams. I’m not a classless bitch with no taste, fortunately, especially since I’m now a member of His family.

When Mitchell leaves, I say to Master, “Sir, You told me that they weren’t clued on to the scene.”

“Apparently that has changed. My father frequently comes here with colleagues, although I don’t think He’s ever brought crick here. He rarely lets crick out of the house except to do errands or to go serve other Masters, and I know for a fact that crick is really uncomfortable in public settings unless its in the club or at a lifestyle party.”

“May I ask a couple questions about crick, Sir?”

“You may ask. I’ll decide if I will answer.”

“thank You, Sir. Forgive this sub for being curious, but it would like to ask whether or not Papa and crick are married, Sir.”

“They are not. I told you there is no love in that relationship. It is strictly functional. crick was owned by one of Master’s closest friends, but its Master has a serious medical condition which prevented Him from keeping the slave. He was going to turn crick out into the street or perhaps see if He could find someone to buy him, but crick begged Him not to sell Him away to a stranger. Dad knew crick from His friendship with crick’s former Master, who asked Dad if He’d take the slave off His hands, and Master agreed provided the slave understood what its life would be like since the previous Master coddled the slave terribly. crick had had a taste of Dad’s discipline on more than one occasion and apparently was inclined to live a more restricted and demanding lifestyle, so it agreed to a six month trial period without being collared. Dad insisted on the trial and made crick understand that if He wasn’t pleased with the situation at the end of the six months, He’d find somewhere to relocate it. During the trial period, Dad sent crick to the ranch every two or three weeks and then told the slave that if He wasn’t pleased with its service He would simply give the slave to Master Leroy. But things seemed to have worked out. Dad is very strict with crick; you had a taste of Dad’s discipline and you saw the marks on crick’s body. In addition, Dad frequently puts the slave out to serve other Masters with domestic servitude in addition to its hard labor at the ranch. crick is relatively dumb, put in some time as a Marine but found the life too easy so left after its first term of duty and was “adopted” by one of its fellow Marines who trained it as a slave then gave it away when He decided to reenlist. crick is tough as nails and thrives on a harsh way of life; you slaves are all made differently. So far it’s working out well for Dad. He’s kept the slave for three years now. Dad allowed Me to learn My skills as a disciplinarian by using crick until fairly recently. I have no idea what Dad is considering for the future. crick is almost 40 years old now, by the way. I really think it’s going to end up as a ranch slave eventually because Dad is thinking in terms of finding a slave who would be more suitable in a romantic way and now that I’ve taken ownership of you, Dad is definitely leaning more in this direction. No more questions, now. Here comes the appetizers. Shut up and eat. No more talk from you for a while, boy. Eat up those clams then finish your glass of wine and pour yourself another.”

Obviously, now that we know Romano’s is used to having kinky customers, Master doesn’t hesitate to order this slave around when Mitchell is near the table. In fact, I suspect He’s doing it purposely. Mitchell has a hungry look in his eyes when he looks at me now and I’m sure I’m blushing from my collar to the top of my head. When he leaves, Master had another command for me:

“Open the top two buttons of your shirt, slave, so your collar can be seen by anyone who looks at you, especially the waiter.” I do so, humbled by the way Master has decided to expose me to the young man who now has an evil gleam in his eye when he comes to serve us.

Mitchell doesn’t fail to notice when he comes back to take our food order. Master orders a seafood dish for himself and says, “For the boy, one of your homemade pastas with a Bolognese sauce, and ask the chef if he can make it arrabiata.”

“That should be no problem at all, Sir. I’ll be sure to let the chef know what you are interested in having for the boy,” he says, looking at my collar as he emphasizes the last word he says. “And Mitchell, I am very impressed with the quality of your service. May I presume to ask how old you are?”

“I’m 19, Sir. Been working here for four months.”

“do you like working here?”

“Oh yes, Sir. Mr. Romano is a great man to work for. He made a special exception to hire me so young because he is a friend of my father’s and has known me since I was a young tyke. He’s almost like a second father to me.”

“that’s wonderful, Mitchell, and he did a fine thing by allowing you to work here so young. Is he here tonight, may I ask?”

“Yes, Sir. Almost every evening.”

“Would you be so kind when you have a chance, to ask him to come to the table. I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you, Mitchell. I’m always pleased to meet someone able to give good service. Just like my boy, but he obviously serves in other manners.”

“I will, Sir, and I think I understand what You’re saying about the boy, Sir. I have no experience that way, yet, but Mr. Romano likes assigning me to couples such as you two. He says he’s furthering my education, Sir. Anyway, I must put in your order, and I promise to speak to Mr. Romano as soon as I see him.”

“thank you so much, Mitchell. I assure you that you will be suitably rewarded tonight, more than you might expect.” And with that, Master nods towards me. I wonder what is going on. I just keep eating my clams and drinking my wine and, when finished, empty the glass and pour another as expected.

Master has finished His salad and starts to speak to me again. “I was telling you how I realized one night at the club that I had to claim you for myself before I ended up losing you. I’ll explain why: I was at the club one night and saw you nude with your hands handcuffed behind your back and on your knees servicing a Dom’s boots. I didn’t think much of it until about 15 minutes later after I had ordered a glass of wine and was sitting with my back to the bar observing you. You were still at the Master’s boots, but it was clear you were getting restless and probably bored. The Master nudged your head and told you kneel up. ‘So you think you want to be a slave, do you, boy?’ and you nodded your head. The Master continued: ‘Well, let me tell you this: when a slave has been ordered to service a Master in any way, it must lose itself in the task for as long as the Master wishes, even if it means the slave will serve in the same way for an entire evening. A true slave knows it has no right to get tired or bored because every ounce of its mind is lost in its service. You have a long way to go, boy. You’ve been quickly bored and it shows in the lackluster way you’ve been acting, as if you’re tired of that and wish to move on to other things. Is that not true, boy?’

‘Yes, Master,” you answered. ‘I’m sorry, Sir.’

‘So I’m really not sure you have what it takes to be a good slave. Right now, you’re just a slut looking for subby adventures.’

‘Very sorry, Master. This boy really does want to be a good slave, the best slave it can be.’

‘And why is that, boy?’

‘because this boy really believes that is the only way it can be happy, Sir. because this boy has known for years now how much it needs to be ruled and controlled and disciplined under a Master’s care.’

‘Good answers, boy, but they are only words. Only actions can reveal what a boy really wants.’

‘Sir, this boy begs your forgiveness and begs permission to return to the task You assigned it to do for as long as You want it to serve You in that way.’

‘I’ll take your word for it, boy. So get the fuck back down there and get my boots wet and lick up your spit and when you’re done start all over again until I am convinced you mean what you’re saying, boy. Do you understand, bitch?”

‘Yes, Sir,’ you said and immediately got down on the ground and started dripping your saliva over the Dom’s boots.

‘I will give you a bit of incentive, boy, but under no circumstances are you to stop what you’re doing,” says the Dom, who takes off his belt and lays a few stripes on your shoulders with His belt. You moan and force yourself not to cry out, but just continue sucking your spit off the Dom’s boots the way He ordered you to. Finally, He stops whipping your shoulders and puts His belt back onto His pants. I continued to watch, and another 10 minutes go by and it really seems that you had lost yourself in what you were doing without flagging in zeal.

‘That’s a good boy. You may stop briefly. Kneel up.’ You obey Him. He looks at you intently and slaps your face several times. Your response, with tears in your eyes, is to say ‘thank You, Master, for training this lowly sub.’

The Dom says to you, ‘Be here next week at this same time. Be prepared for Me to claim you and bring you home with me for additional training and possible ownership. Would you like that, boy?’

‘very much, Master. this boy promises to be here next week for whatever You might have in mind. it will be on vacation from work by then, Sir, so has as much time as You would like to train it to be the kind of slave You deserve.’

‘Excellent, boy. I’ll be looking forward to it. But for now, get back down on those boots, faggot, and show Me how much You want Me to spend time training you.’ And down you go. It was then I realized that if I didn’t make my move you might end up being trained and owned by another Dom, and I couldn’t risk losing you. You had given Me important information—namely, that you were beginning your vacation. And so, before you had a chance to return to that Dom, I contacted you and began our reunion, this time as you naked and ready to be owned by the only Man who could truly give you what you need.”

At that point, Mitchell comes to the table bearing our dinners. “Sir,” he says to Master, “Mr. Romano is occupied at the moment but promises to stop by to meet you by the time you’ve finished your meal.”

“thank you, Mitchell. This food looks wonderful. We will enjoy it thoroughly.” and before Mitchell leaves the table, he hears Master tell me, “start eating, boy. I hope the sauce is good and spicy. I want heat in your mouth. And don’t forget to keep sipping that wine. You’ve got at least another glass to go.”

At this point, I couldn’t be any more ashamed at the way He’s humiliated me in front of this 19 year old kid. “Yes, Master. Thank you for making it spicy for your slave.” And I return Mitchell’s glance before he looks at my collar once again and then leaves us be.

The food is spicier than I’m used to, but I find that even my meal is turning me on, is a way of Master toying with me in this luxurious place.

“Master, may I ask a question?”

“No, boy. Eat. I want you to clean your plate.”

Funny. When Master refused to allow me to ask my question, I immediately put it out of my mind, and by the time the meal was over, I couldn’t even remember what I wanted to ask. Obviously, the question wasn’t very important.

We just about finished eating, when Mr. Romano came by. Master stood up to shake his hand and I started up as well, but Master gestured for me to stay seated. “He’s come to meet me, not you, boy. Take a piece of bread and finish sopping up the sauce in that plate. I told you I wanted you to clean it.”

I did what I was told, returning to sub space before I had a chance to be resentful by the way He was treating me, but then I realized that Master was demonstrating to Mr. Romano how much control He had over this inferior boy sitting at the table with him. Mr. Romano was no stranger to kinky things, obviously, and congratulated Master on having such a well-trained and docile boy under His control. Master mentioned that Papa came here often, and, indeed, Mr. Roman knew him wall and admired him and was grateful for his patronage. Then Master spoke up.

“I have a request to make, and it is perfectly acceptable to me if you don’t think you can provide what I’m about to ask for.”

“If it’s in my power, it will be done, Sir. What would you like to ask?”

“Your waiter Mitchell has impressed me very much,  not only with the attentive quality of his service, but also to the calm and affirming way he has reacted to our situation here despite his youth.”

“Thank you for your kind words, Sir. Mitchell is very special indeed, and between the two of us, I suspect he may well be interested in the type of dynamic he’s witnessed since he’s been working here, and in the two of you especially. I sincerely suspect He has strong Dom tendencies which are beginning to emerge as time goes by.”

“then perhaps my request will aid in that process. I was wondering if you could spare him being absent from serving for, let us say, 15-20 minutes, so I could have him take my boy to a private place and have my boy show him how grateful he is, if you know what I mean.

Mr. Romano gets a twinkle in his eye. “What an interesting proposition. Of course, I will need to speak with Mitchell to find out if that would be something he would enjoy. It may well be his first time if I’m not mistaken. And, if he is interested, by all means, I can make my own office suite available so your slave can tend to him. I’ll tell you what: I’ll speak to Mitchell, and if he is indeed interested, I’ll simply have him come back here and summon the boy to follow him. Will that be suitable?”

“Excellent. And like I said, if this is not a good time or if Mitchell would perhaps prefer to delay his introduction to such matters, that is perfectly fine.”

“I suspect he will welcome the opportunity. Thank you very much for offering your boy’s services. May I ask its name?”

“it’s name is alex.”

“Very well. Let me go speak with Mitchell. You are in fact the last table he has this evening, so this is a good time. And it will give me a chance to come back here and get better acquainted with you, Billy.”

Mr. Romano leaves the table. Billy looks at me and says, “finish the wine. You might have the honor of giving that young man his first blow job. Make sure it is memorable for him. And make sure you get naked so he can have the full experience of being serviced by a collared slave.”

“Yes, Master.” And I find myself hoping Mitchell is indeed interested. Shortly after that, Mitchell comes back to the table looking quite excited and says to me, “alex, follow me.” And leaves the table. Quickly I follow, realizing that I am a bit woozy from all that wine. Hungry and eager to taste the cock of such a handsome and gifted young man.

He takes me through the kitchen to a back door which opens into a very nice office area. There is a couch. Mitchell isn’t the least bit shy. “Get naked,” He says to me without hesitating. AS I am stripping, he takes off his apron and starts rubbing his dick through his pants. Once I’ve stripped, he takes his time looking me over but doesn’t touch me.

“so, you lucky slave, you’re going to have the honor of giving me my very first blow job.” Without hesitating, He opens his pants and drops them to the floor and his hardening prick pops out. Beautiful piece of meat, that’s for sure. About six inches, not too thick. It will fit down my throat nicely. I am already salivating. Mitchell stands there. “On your knees, alex.”

I fall to my knees. “Like this cock, boy?”

“It’s awesome, Sir. Perfect size and damn you’re hard.”

“I’ll tell you what I want you to do. Start by licking it from the base to the tip, then get it wet with your spit. Then suck your spit off it and then, when I give the word, swallow it all the way to the base and play with it with your tongue.”

I do what He says, and throughout the entire process He keeps ordering me exactly what to do. His sighs and moans are awesome with His youthful voice in which can still be heard the young boy underneath the voice of the man he’s becoming.

I work on Him for a while, then He says, “Okay if I fuck your face, boy?”

“You can do it any way you want it, Sir.”

“Good.” He takes hold of my head and, sure enough, fucks my mouth and throat hard and fast and he talks dirty while he’s pleasuring himself in my mouth. “fucking slave cocksucker. Damn this is hot. Oh so fucking good. Let me feel your tongue, slave. Shit! I’m gonna cum quick!” And with that, he hollers out and starts spilling the largest load I think I have ever swallowed and it is so amazingly sweet, this young spunk from this sweet boy. “Yeah, take my load in your fucking mouth, faggot slave. Take it all. Swallow it down, bitch. Holy fucking shit. Can’t wait till I have a slave of my own.” He quickly pulls out of my mouth at that point. “too sensitive now,” he giggles and laughs.

“Pull up my pants and put everything away, slave,” he says. I do so. “Let me take a closer look at you, especially at that thing round your cock.” He toys with it and pulls on it a bit and tries to pull it off and I grunt. “Locked tight, eh?”

“Yes, Sir. Can’t get hard or cum.”

“Holy shit. Hot. Knowing I got to shoot my load down your throat but you can’t even touch yourself. Make me feel even more powerful.”

“well then, Sir, if you ever get a slave of your own, you know how to keep it in line.”

“and you’re shaved, too. that’s also hot.” He pulls on my balls and then reaches between my legs and finds me smooth back there. Then he swats me on my ass.

“You can swat me all you want, dude,” I say.

‘Fucking hot. But I’ve got to get going. You can get dressed after I leave here. I won’t say thank you because after all, you’re a slave. You had no choice about this.”

“No, Sir, I should be the one thanking you. thank You for allowing me to be the first to ever suck on your awesome dick and drink your load. It was a hot for me as it was for You.”

“nice to know. Damn, this slave thing is a good deal. I’ll have to look for more opportunities.”

“good luck, Sir. Happy hunting. Always remember how I was Your first cocksucker.”

“Don’t worry about that, slave. I’ll never forget how I first got my nut off in a slave’s mouth.”

He swats me again and takes off. I get dressed, wishing more than ever that I could jerk off to the memory of what just happened. I return to the table. Master is enjoying a cup of coffee with Mr. Romano. I stand silently behind Master. Mr. Romano speaks to me, “I hope you gave my guy a memorable experience, boy.”

“Yes, Sir. He appeared pleased.” Mr. Romano gets up and says goodbye to Master and says, “I’ll have Mitchell bring your boy his coffee. I respect a Master who doesn’t deprive his slave of its coffee.” they both chuckle.

A couple minutes later, Mitchell, still red-faced, brings the coffee to me. “Here’s something else for you to drink, boy, but it’s not as tasty as what I gave you.” He winks at me and leaves.

“a real treat for you, slave. Something you’ll never forget. Or Mitchell, I’d say.”

“Yes, Sir. He really enjoyed it. And He is a natural Dom, I think. He realized that there was no reason to thank me for servicing Him. And He didn’t hesitate to swat my ass a few times.”

“Just what you need. Still sore?”

“not much, Master.”

“I’ll take care of that when we get home. And I’ve decided I’m not going to let you blow me tonight. Keep Mitchell’s taste in your mouth for as long as possible. No. I’ll fuck you after I work you over. I want you crying when I enter your pussy, boy. Let’s get going. The check is already settled.”

We get up, and Master leaves a $100 tip for Mitchell. Such a nice Master. He leaves the table and, head bowed because a lot of the workers here are staring at me as if they know what happened in Mr. Romano’s office, I follow Him out to the car and get in. He orders me to strip, and I ride home naked in the dark night, wondering how Master is going to make me cry when we get home.