The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 41

The Flogging

On the way home, we chat.

“I used to work as a waiter during college,” Master tells me. “I remember how grungy I felt at the end of a shift and the stinky sweat that I couldn’t wait to wash off in the shower. I imagine Mitchell was in the same condition, no?”

“He was, Master. I could smell His sweat as soon as He took down his pants. His dick was kind of gross, but once this slave was able to get its mouth on Him, it wasn’t too bad. Besides, He was so damn cute, and He has a nice cock, so I was really enjoying the fact that I was the first person to get to know His cock. And He reacted so nicely, moaning and groaning in a kind of high voice.”

“It’s too bad that He didn’t have you lick Him clean down there, boy. It would have been good for you.”

“If You say so, Sir. Did You know any subs who would clean You off back then, Sir?”

“Not really. But sometimes Dad would make Hank lick Me clean and I know Hank wasn’t happy about it. He really hated it whenever Dad would make him do anything for me. I was glad when Dad got rid of him. crick is a much better slave, although kind of dumb like I told you. mindless service and never resisted or objected to having anything to do with Me. Some nights, when I didn’t get home too late and wake Dad up, He’d have crick give me a complete tongue bath. Every inch. Like you’re going to do to me after I work out sometimes, pig.”

“As You wish, Master.”

“And besides that, you’re going to get more opportunities to enjoy Mitchell’s body as well.”

“Really, Master?”

“yes. While you were servicing Him tonight, Mr. Romano and I had a nice conversation about the boy. Art—that’s Mr. Romano’s first name—Art told me that He really suspected that Mitchell was going to become a good Dom. He can tell that by the way Mitchell interacts with other members of the wait staff. “Even though He’s the youngest,” Art says,  “He already exerts a certain kind of authority and He is much respected by the others. He’s a natural born leader. Now that could mean He’ll end up being a sub, but I really don’t think so. It will be interesting to find out what is happening in my office with the two of them right now. I’ll bet anything that your boy is already getting a taste of Mitchell’s natural superiority. So what do you have to say about that, boy?”

“Definitely a Dom-to-be. Maybe even already, Master. He took total charge the minute we entered the room. It was like He became a different person. Ordered me to strip. Gave clear commands as to how I was to please Him. Talked hot when I was sucking Him, made me understand that He is a Superior Man. Even smacked me around a bit before leaving. Left Me alone in the room to get dressed after He left. Even told me that He realized there was no reason to thank me for doing what slaves are meant to do.”

“I’m pleased to hear that, alex. Especially that He succeeded in making you feel like the slave you are. No shyness, no awkwardness about getting His first bj.”

“None at all, Master. He took total charge and knew what He wanted and gave this slave orders as if He’d been a Master for years already.”

“Definitely good news. I’m going to enjoy watching Him dominate and humiliate you more in the future. Art asked me if I would mentor the boy, and I can’t see why not. It’s a perfect arrangement. I can have Him experience what a fucking slut pig slave you are first hand while I coach Him in the many skills He has to learn. You’ll be like crick was when Dad was coaching me. I’ll even teach him how to handle a crop and flogger and whip, and you already know I really like watching other Doms work over my slaveboy. This will be a lot of fun. And while we’re at the cabin, I’ll arrange to have Him come over one night after work so you can use your fag tongue to clean all the grunge off His body.”

“Master, aren’t Michael and Robert coming over?”

“I’ve put a hold on that. I want some more time alone with you, and now with this arrangement with Mitchell, I think that’s going to be a priority. I can’t wait to see the look on the boy’s face the first time He feels you lick His asshole. So many very interesting possibilities. And I know what a dirty faggot you are, and how much you’re already in lust for the boy, so I know you’ll have a good time even while He is driving you down into a world of erotic humiliation. This is going to be a lot of fun.”

“Can’t disagree with that, Master, and I promise to be the best slave for Him, under Your direction. May I ask if You’ve made any arrangements with Mitchell?”

“Tomorrow is going to be a special “safe day” for you and Me, although I guarantee you that you will be quite sore for perhaps the entire day. I have a couple of places I plan to take you, places that I hope you’ll enjoy. Enough about that for now. Mitchell has tomorrow evening and the day after off work and will be here to spend a good deal of time with us—or at least as much as you can handle. Just so you know what to expect, I asked Him to refrain from using deodorant for the two days and to bathe only from his waist down and especially His asshole the morning before He comes here. You will be eating His smelly armpits as a sign of how low you are, how much beneath Him, and what a fucking pig you are when your Master demands it. I expect you to eagerly dive in there, whether or not this is something you find pleasing. I do not like to have smelly armpits, so I have to find opportunities for you, and this is certainly a good one. Enough talk now. I want you to pull on your balls as much as you possibly can endure until we get home. That will keep you occupied.”

“Yes, Master.” I begin to work my balls as Master commanded. They don’t hang very low and obviously need a lot of work. This is the first time I have ever pulled on them.

Soon, thankfully, we are home. Master orders me to carry my clothes into the cabin and put them away and then to lie on the bed. I do so. Master strips to His black briefs and lies alongside me on the bed, takes me into His arms and begins to make out with me. I am in heaven, especially because we both have garlic on our breath, and I can actually taste it as Master salivates into my mouth the way He likes to. I settle into the wonderful loving experience and enjoy hearing His praises and His words of love, and, of course, I tell Him how much I love him and how much I appreciate the way He is training me in ways that I never would have imagined.

“And now,” He says, “it’s time to continue your training and your journey into pain, alex.” I take a deep breath and suddenly have the courage to beg Him to whip me until I pass out.

He gets up off the bed and orders me to stand up. He wraps a soft cord around the top of my balls and pulls on it and leaves it hanging between my legs. Then He puts two pillows near the bottom of the bed, has me lie on my tummy with my groin on the pillows. Immediately, hands and feet are bound tightly to the sides of the bed. No blindfold this time. Then He takes the end of the cord He tied around my balls and pulls on it until my balls are stretched out between my legs and visible to Him, and he ties the end of the cord to a ring on the bottom of the bed. Damn! I’m really trussed up now. But that’s not all. He reaches around my neck and takes the chain which hangs from my collar, clips it to something and then pulls the chain also, fastening it to the top of the bed. Now I’m really helplessly bound. He says to me, “I’m going to leave you here for a few minutes. I want you to sink into your bondage and realize that you are completely at My mercy and if you try to struggle to escape you’ll really hurt yourself. Get used to being totally bound by your Master. He leave the room but keeps the lights on. During the time He’s gone, it starts to sink in how much I am under His power, how little freedom I now have, how I am a helpless slave and Master is going to whip me hard. Part of me wants to panic and scream to be let go, but the main part of me, my slave nature, which is taking over almost all of me, pulls me down deeply into a new space where I know that I am owned, a toy thing for Master, and will never ever have a chance to recover any dignity. My cock wants to get hard so badly and once again, I’m forced to surrender and realize that I have no manhood to express in this situation, and I haven’t had any for days now. Is this what I’ve always wanted? Yes and no. yes, ONLY because it is with Billy. With Billy I am able to experience my true inner nature. Billy keeps me safe, even if He is going to whip the shit out of me, and can do that whenever He wants.

I hear Him walk downstairs and then come back up. He still has His boots on, probably so I can hear where He is at all times, or at least I think that’s why. He comes to the bed waving something through the air and swishing it. He lays it at the head of the bed so I can see it since I can’t raise my head. it’s a flogger. Long and lethal looking and the strands of the flogger have knots at the end.

“I know that you pass out when pain overcomes you. It might happen now, boy. It’s like you have a natural safe word within you and I don’t ever have to worry about going too far with you. So cry, scream, sob and beg for mercy, but know that slaves usually don’t get the mercy they beg for.”

He picks it up and lets the ends of it touch my neck right below my collar, and then slowly runs the ends of the flogger down and around my back and I shiver with the thrills that go through me as it caresses my bare skin all the way down my back and around my ass and then He even lets the ends of the flogger touch my balls which are stretched between my legs. Holy shit! I think I’m going to be whipped there as well. I start to panic.

“Settle in, alex. Settle in, slaveboy. Your Master loves you and He knows what you need more than you do, and He’s going to give it to you. Cry like a baby if you have to. You know how much I enjoy hearing your pain.”

He starts striking me gently from my shoulders then down all around my back and down my ass again, and a light touch to my balls. I’m trying to rise up off the bed. My flesh is actually begging for me to be hit harder. He takes His time, and all of a sudden I find myself crying already and begging Him to whip me. “Please, Master. Please, Daddy. Oh please, Sir, hit your property and make it hurt.” I cry out and I can’t stop crying.

“that’s a good boy. Get ready. Cry for Daddy. It’s okay. No one can see your humiliation. No one can hear you. Settle in, boy. It’s coming soon.”

And He hits harder. And faster. And harder. Everywhere. The strands of the flogger wrap around and strike me on my sides and I cry out loud. Now it seems like He is in a frenzy and I can’t keep up with trying to know where He is landing the whip. Back, sides, shoulders, arms even, my ass which is already sore from earlier and then, OMG, MY BALLS! And I scream out so loud it frightens me. Back to my back, and the whipping continues and I cry out and sob and scream and yell and beg my Master to not hit me so hard but it does no good.

Suddenly He stops, and once again caresses my wounded flesh with the ends of the flogger and once again I want to raise my body to meet the lashes. This is almost worse than being lashed hard, this unexpected tenderness. Then I feel His fingers exploring my very sore flesh, and down between my legs, and He grabs the cord and pulls my balls out more and PUNCHES me right there and the pain is buried deep within my belly and I holler and the snot is coming out my nose now.

He begins again. “You are my property, alex. My total slave. I have wanted you all my life and now I have you, and tonight I punish you for keeping me waiting so long. I fucking own you, sub, and you have no hope of escaping My lash, boy. Take what you deserve from me. Take what you were running around like a fucking slut offering your miserable self to Doms who had no idea what you were or how low you were or how much you needed your Billy to claim you for Himself. But now I have you, slave, and now I am going to lay into you so hard you are going to end up in another dimension.”

And He isn’t kidding. The lashes land with a vital force and I realize that yes, indeed, Master Billy is punishing me for keeping Him waiting. A strange thing begins to happen. It seems like each lash of the whip is laying pleasure on my flesh. No pain. Only the pleasure of knowing the Master I adore so much is giving His boy pleasure. It continues and now I am moaning the must lust-filled sound I have ever heard coming from my lips. Lash after lash falls on me, and then, once again, the flogger lands on my balls and I scream and all grows dark as I pass out.

When I come to myself I discover that I am no longer bound, that the lights are out and that my body is being cooled by something Master is gently applying to the marks and welts He laid on me. I choke on my own snot and Master takes a warm cloth and wipes my face and then He lays down alongside me and slowly, painfully, I work my way over to Him and lay my head on His chest and press it into the side of His neck and He feels so good, this Man Who has just taken total charge of me. And I sob into His flesh, I the whipped slave, He the Master who did it to me because it is His right. He takes my hand into His and kisses it, and that is all the contact we have. He doesn’t dare touch me; He doesn’t want to hurt me any more than He already has with His whip.

“SSHHH!” He says quietly, and kisses my hand again. I have you, alex. You are Mine and I love you because you are Mine. Right where you have always needed to be. Let go, slave, Let go. Sink down into your special space. Sleep now. I will not leave you alone. You are mine. Sleep, sweet boy, sleep.”

And I obey.