The Alex Chronicles

I slept so well! Only woke up two times because I moved in a way that hurt me where I was most sore from Master’s whipping. But I was drunk on endorphins and I was lying with my head buried in Master’s neck and He held my hand throughout the night and if I woke Him up when I moved from pain, He whispered to me, “Settle down, pup, settle down,” and kissed my hand again but wouldn’t let go. When finally I awoke in the morning, He kissed my cheek and said, “You’re such a very good boy. I enjoyed whipping you like a real slave boy.”

“Thank You, Master, for taking me deep. After a while, Your lashes felt like strokes of pleasure. I love You for always knowing just what your slave needs to be a good slave.”

“How are you back and ass, alex?”

“Very sore but not to the point where I don’t’ want to move, Master.”

“then get your ass out of bed and go get your Master’s coffee, then you may have yours.”

“Yes, Billy,” I said. I struggled a bit to get up but He helped me and then made me stand still for a bit while He inspected the signs of His whipping and even decided to take a picture of it and handed my His phone and told me to send it to Phil. Eek.

As I walked to the kitchen I was so very aware that I had been whipped good and hard by my Master, and the thunks of pain up and down my torso were actually kind of arousing. I was just so happy to realize that I have a Master who isn’t afraid of laying on the lash, but who is always looking out for my safety. Also, in my own perverse way, I found that the statement “Master whipped my until I passed out” was a statement of honor. Some would think there is no honor allowed for a whipped slave, but they just didn’t understand and I’m not sure I’d be able to explain it, at least right now just hours after I was writhing and crying and screaming into Master’s pillows. I am so happy that Billy took the trouble to find me and that He stole me away from everything I knew and claimed me for Himself. I know there are still things to be worked out, but I also know that I don’t have to worry about how that will happen. Master works things out. I just surrender. Being an owned slave is very freeing to a boy like me.

I bring Master His coffee. “Get your own and bring it in here,” He orders.

When I get back, Master is lying nude on top of the covers and His cock is obviously waiting for my mouth. I take a couple sips of coffee and lay it to the side and climb up on the bed and position myself on hands and knees over Him and, looking into His face, I drool over the tip of His cock and then lean forward to lick it off him.

“Ah, yes, slave. Do what you’re here to do. Give me gentle sweet morning pleasure, Lots of tongue play. Open your throat and make it pussy for your Master so I can slide into wet heat and find my way all the way into your throat. I want to hear you gag for me, boy, so I know that YOU know what you are.”

I am so eager to obey Him. By all rights, I should have been servicing his cock while the pain of the whipping was still biting into me, but, that didn’t happy because I passed out. So I want to do an especially good job now for Him. His sighs and groans and the incoherent mumbling from His mouth along wiith His hand pressing on the back of my head tell me that I’ve achieved a rhythm which He is enjoying. I use all the techniques He taught me. I am simply a hole that exists for His pleasure. And when He cums, my tongue is at His tip, and I can feel all of His seed flying out of His dick and into my mouth and I swallow what He gives me with gratitude. Most Doms usually want a boy to get right off the dick after they cum, but not my Master. He enjoys my mouth even after His climax, and enjoys the feeling of Himself softening in my mouth before He finally allows me to withdraw, licking the last few drops of His out of the slit on the top of His cock. Sometimes, He sticks around to give me His piss, but usually not in the morning, and this morning is no different and, to be honest, this slave is relieved because it is so vile, that first flow of morning piss. My friend Barry tries never to sleep over with a Dom so he can avoid having to taste the acrid morning load most men have. It’s not an issue for me any more. I am an obedient pig slave. Morning piss or no? That’s not up to me. Billy decides if He wants to degrade me that way or not. All I do is accept, submit, and drink if required, trying not to taste the vile liquid.

This morning I’m off the hook. Master said today would be a gentle day. But humiliation doesn’t have to brutal to be very effective, and this morning proves the point. Master brings me into the bathroom and opens the cabinet beneath the sink and pulls out some metal thing that looks a little bit like a hospital bed pan, only bigger and taller.

“Hands and knees, pup!” Master orders. As soon as I’m down He orders me to lift my right leg and He places the pan under my cage and orders me to let go and piss in the pan like His puppy. This really tickles Him and He tells me how adorable I look pissing like a puppy. I hang my head in shame but I’m happy to be giving Him such pleasure as a way of thanking Him for what happened last night and how hard He worked to cover me with good old-fashioned slave pain and punishment. I remember that one time as we were riding in the care, He explained to me that “Slaves always deserve to be punished, no matter what. They deserve to be punished because they have become slaves. That’s all there is to it, so never be surprised and definitely never resentful when your Master says you need to be punished.” Last night He made up a reason for my punishment—that I had kept Him waiting for ten years---even though I never realized He want me and He was waiting. Had I know that, I would have been begging naked at His doorstep a long, long time ago.

“Can’t shower you this morning, alex. It would hurt too much. After my shower I want you to clean your armpits, your balls and your asshole. Then I’ll put more crème on you before I feed you your breakfast. Lots of CBD in it this morning, baby.

“Thank you, Master.” And I figured I was getting baby food again. But that stuff tastes good. Better than oatmeal even. And He enjoys feeding it me like I’m a toddler while I’m kneeling on the cushion alongside His seat. And I call Him “Daddy,” and His face lights up even more than usual. I love Him so much.

He orders me to make Him oatmeal, which I’m pretty good at now, while He prepares my food from the box with the Gerber Baby on it. There should be a box with my picture on it, in my chain collar, naked on my knees, with welts up and down my torso and ass.

Finally everything is ready. He fills my sippy cup with orange juice and pours some for Himself. I place cream and sugar on the table. He sits there with two bowls, His glace of juice, my sippy cup, a man-sized spoon, and a little one for me with a picture of a goose on it. I breathe deeply and remain motionless as He enjoys His breakfast and occasionally reaches to my mouth with the little boy spoon and He praises me if I eat it all without spilling any of it. (I’ve gotten a lot better at this now.)

I’m getting excited about the trip we’re taking today even though He hasn’t told me where we’re going. I’ll be happy anywhere with Him, as long as it isn’t the ranch!

He does some things on His computer while I do the dishes and clean the kitchen. Once I’m done, He closes his laptop and brings me into the bedroom. He takes a big, bulky, grey t-shirt and helps me into it trying not to set off any more pain. He decides that jeans will hurt, so He digs through His things and comes up with a pair of khaki carpenter shorts and a leather belt to fasten them so they don’t fall down. No underpants. Backwards baseball cap.

He dresses quite nicely and together we give the impression of a successful big brother who is dragging round His snarky little brother. We stand before a big mirror. “Yes, I like this look, and I bet no one where we’re going would be the least bit surprised if I sat down, pulled down your pants and laid you over my lap for a good sound spanking. Definitely a good look.’ And you know what? I really do feel like His little brother, or at least like His inferior boy.

He tells me to fill up a cooler with ice and water bottles and to carry it to the car. He lets me in and we’re off!

Damn! Still don’t know where we’re going. And I’m not going to risk asking again. Especially when He’s got more spanking on His mind.

We drive silently for a while, enjoying the music and our camaraderie, but I want to tell Master about what I experienced last night.

“Master, may I tell You something?”

“what, babe?”

“Last night something happened that has never happened to me before. I crossed a line from pain to pleasure.”

“What do you mean, alex?”

“At one point, while You were whipping me, all of a sudden it felt like each lash You gave me was not painful but rather was like You were touching me with pleasure. Each lash was actually pleasurable.”

“That’s wonderful, boy! I’ve heard of that happening before, and I guess that for some people who are really into it and get beaten a lot, that happens more and more. But a masochist has to get to that point. I suspect that last night you got a more intense whipping than you’ve ever had before.”

“Yes, Master, that is true. And no one has ever hit my balls the way You did.”

Master chuckles. “And now I know the quickest way to get you to pass out, pup.” He picks up my hand and kisses it.

“do You like it when that happens?”

“Not necessarily. What I do like is that it puts an end to our activity before anything goes too far. It functions like a safe word in that sense. And I also like that I’m able to do things like untie you, put lotion on you, basically take care of you before you even snap out of it.”

“Yes, Master. it was amazing to come to my senses again and realize what You’ve done for me. You’re such a good Master, taking care of Your slave like that.”

“You’re precious to me, even in your helpless and humiliation, and it’s important that you always remember that. I’ve had experiences where I have had no feelings towards a sub other than a certain lack of respect. I don’t like being like that or feeling like that. it’s all so much better with you, boy. That’s why you’re My boy. That’s why I choose to own you. That’s why I plan to marry you.”

“Master, we’ve never talked much about that before.”

“It’s not time, boy. Hey, we’re almost where we’re going. I hope you like looking at art.”

“Very much, Master.”

“well then this will be a special retreat.” We come to a paved driveway and at the entrance the signs says “The Fournier Gallery of Art.”

I get excited. “the Fournier?” I’ve heard so much about it but have never had the chance to get here. this is awesome, Master.”

“Start calling me Billy again, kid. You’re going to love this place. Wonderful collection and it doesn’t overwhelm you. The entire collection can be viewed in under two hours. And the building and grounds are beautiful. Just look at the landscaping as we’re driving to the parking area.”

“It’s like being surrounded by beauty.”

“Precisely. And being bathed in beauty is a good way to recover from a stern whipping. You’ll see, alex.”

“Feeling better already, Billy. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“So let me tell you about it: There are 19 rooms, each numbered, and one room leads to the other until you end up where you started. You don’t have to stick right by me. Feel free to spend as much time as you want with any particular painting that touches you. I’ll be doing the same. I’ve been here several times and it always surprises me with things I never noticed before. I’m really happy to have a chance to bring you here, sweetheart.”

I rub my hand on His thigh and then He takes my hand and kisses it again.

. . . The time went by so quickly. Before I knew it I was back at the beginning and I saw my Master sitting on a bench in the lounge area reading a brochure. I wanted to much to run to Him and kneel before him . . . I know! I’ll untie my sneaker! 

I stand before Him. He looks at me and says, “Your sneaker is untied.”

“Oh” I say. “I didn’t notice. Good thing I didn’t trip over it!” And so I knelt down, right before him, and tied my laces again and then looked up at Him and He winked at me and understood exactly what I had managed to do.”

“Very clever, alex, to find a way to worship your Master with no one else knowing what is going on.”

“I do worship you, Billy. You know that.”

“Let’s go get some lunch.” He stands up and heads for the cafeteria and I follow behind, happy to be able to show Him the respect He deserves. . . . Lovely cafeteria with a wide selection. Master nods towards the pile of trays and I pick one up, and as we walk through the line, He selects things and puts them on the tray I’m carrying. Even here, He decides what I will be allowed to eat and drink.

He pays for the food (I’m not allowed to ever have any money on me) and walks outside to a table on a nice patio. I follow, put the food down, and sit on a plastic chair and damn! my ass hurts. He sees me wince and winks at me.

“I like seeing you wince the day after I whip you. Makes me know I did a good job.”

“You always do a good job, Billy.”

“So did you like the exhibit?”

“It was awesome. I didn’t realize they had kinky stuff in their collection.”

“I wanted to surprise you, you little pervert.”

“Now I’m horny. Do You have and poppers on You?”

“No, but we’re going somewhere next where we can buy you some.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I know a guy makes some awesome stuff. Wood, leather and metal. Gonna buy you a present for being such a good boy last night.”

“uh-oh.”

“you’ll love it, boy, don’t worry?”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see. Be patient, alex. Or I’ll try out a new whip on you when we’re there.”

I just lower my eyes and eat my sandwich. “Look up,” He says, and holds out a potato chip. I snatch it from His fingers. “Good boy. There’s one thing I don’t like about being here in public.”

“What’s that, Billy?”

“The face that you get to drink your water from a bottle and not from Me.”

I groan in a sexy way that I know turns Him on.

“Shit, boy. I think I’m gonna want road head when we leave here.”

“Bring a bottle of water with You too, please, Sir, so I can drink from You the way You taught me.”

“Good idea. Here, take this stuff and throw it in the trash. And get a couple bottles of water.” He hands me His credit card and I go to do what I’m told.

“This was really nice, Billy. Thank You for bringing me here.”

“You can show your appreciation when I drive over to my buddy’s shop. Think I’m gonna buy a humbler for you, boy. Know what that is?”

“I’ve seen them on Twitter in some videos I used to watch.”

“Wait till Mitchell sees it on you and I teach him how to smack your balls.”

“He might make me pass out, Sir.”

“that’s fine. When you wake up, you’ll be in chains for Him and we’ll spit roast you.”

“Careful, Billy. I’m still pretty sore.”

“Come stand over here and lift your shirt a bit. I want to see what your back looks like.”

I do what He tells me to do.

“You have some nice stripes from the flogger. I should take a picture and offer it to them here for their ‘black room’ exhibit.” Let’s get going. My dick needs attention.”

We get in the car and He drives away from the parking area. Before He leaves the grounds, He opens a water bottle and tells me to lean down. He takes a big gulp of the water then fills His mouth again. I open my mouth and He dribbles the water into my mouth. He does it three times and the last time He deliberately lets the water splash all over my face and chuckles when I look surprised. He takes His hand and wipes it all over my face. Then He opens his pants and orders me to take out His cock. It’s almost hard already.

“Get down, slave, and pleasure My dick. That’s the only thing You’re good for. Get some practice cause you’re going to service my buddy when we get to the shop. Don’t choke now, just sweet gentle sucking and licking. I don’t want to cause an accident by slamming my foot down on the gas pedal.”

I go down, literally, and it’s so good to have Him in my mouth again and to taste His pre-cum. He always pre-cums a lot. I’m glad He does, because everything that comes from His dick is like medicine for a cocksucking slave like me. So anyway, I have no idea of where He’s driving, except it’s on country roads and there’s no traffic so He’s driving pretty slowly and say all sorts of humiliating things to me while I’m sucking His cock. Never gave road head before. Damn, I love this guy!