The Alex Chronicles

Billy gets quiet for a while. I know it is my place not to interrupt Him when He gets like that. He is a deep thinker about things and I really admire that about Him.

“So, alex. I have to make something clear to you.”

“What is that, Master?”

“That I love you and cherish you and that you are My very special boyfriend and lover in addition to everything else. Part of that love for you is so strong because you are capable of being My slave.”

“I understand that, Master. Because it’s the same the other way as well. I love You just like all the things You said, Master, but a bit part of that is because You want to own me, to be my total Master. That’s the best part of it all for me.”

“Okay, so we understand that about each other. That’s important to always keep in mind if we begin to get involved with Spike and His people and friends. Because, the way Spike was towards you today, that’s the way it will probably be with all those people and all those gatherings. You will be stripped of even your humanity and you will be a piece of property and maybe sometimes called ‘slave’ but even that was thought of as a bit too soft for the likes of you. And if you ever act resentful or get angry or try to get Me to be affectionate with you, that will be the end of things. We’ll not be welcome there any more. So we really have to think about this carefully. AND it’s not going to be a situation where I make the decision because I’m the Master. WE have to agree to it. Otherwise, you’ll never be able to handle it, certainly not for a whole weekend.”

“sure, but still You could make it up to me a little bit when we’re in private, no?”

“We’ll need a system of codes.”

“Like when You pat me on the head and I know You’re telling me ‘good boy’?”

‘Yes, exactly. Things I can do or say to remind you that you are more to Me than just a piece of property.”

“But I know that, Master, and that’s part of what helped me get through it all today. I knew You were playing a role to blend in with Spike’s way of behaving. I knew it was an act on Your part. But it was also kind of an act on my part, except for the fact that since I felt perfectly safe, I was able to let go of everything and simply sink right down into the way I was being treated and lose myself in it and experience every ounce of the humiliation and degradation. It was like we were visiting a foreign country and we had to learn very quickly what the customs and ways of speaking and acting were.”

“That’s good way of putting it. And I have to be honest with you, alex: I enjoyed being able to treat you that way. This is pretty wild, kid, don’t you think? It’s a whole adventure in theatrics with a lot of kinky sexuality thrown in to make it even more fun.”

“What about tomorrow with Mitchell, Billy? How do we act then?”

“We act the same way we do when we are home alone together. I don’t want to give Mitchell any false impressions, and as long as Art has asked me to coach Him, I’m going to teach Him how important it is to have at least kind feelings for His slave, not to be a rude brute or a stuffy old Victorian like Spike’s group.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

“But you are My slave and I am going to let Him take some ownership with you as well. You already told Me what He acted like at the restaurant alone with you. He’s got what it takes, apparently, and I hope that as time goes by, more and more you will realize He is the Master and you are the slave. Otherwise we’d just be playing a game. It has to be real. We’ll leave the game playing to Spike and company.

“Understand, Master, and am turned on by the way You are approaching this.”

“that’s all I need to know, slave. So act accordingly and be a good boy. I will not hesitate to punish you in front of Him; don’t forget that.”

“this slave won’t, Master. It promises to be a good slave for You and for Your protégé.”

“that’s a good way to think of Master Mitchell for you, boy. Keep it in your consciousness.”

They drive on a bit further in silence again, when Billy says, “Oh darn! I wanted to purchase a good sturdy leather slave collar for you as well. One that can be removed when necessary.”

“One that is better than the one You have at home, Master?”

“Yes. Something much more substantial. Something heavy that weighs on you, too, to help you always remember what you are.”

I sigh and breathe through my teeth and Master knows He got to me.

Master pulls over to the side of the road. “I’m going to give him a call to see if he’s still there. If so, I’m going back.”

I say nothing. Obviously, this matters a lot to Him even though it will take us an extra hour to finally get home. We’re already a half hour from the studio.

“Hello, Spike? This is Billy. I was wondering if You would still be open in, say about 30 minutes. I forgot something important that I wanted to get in addition to what I’ve already purchased. . . . Forty minutes? Excellent. Thanks, Spike. See you then. Goodbye.”  He turns to me: “He’s with a customer now. We can meet Him in 40 minutes. That will give us a chance to stop for coffee on the way. Give you a pick-me-up since supper is going to be delayed. We’ll stop at Dunkin and drink quickly or maybe even better, get it iced so we can drink it on the way.”

I know He isn’t waiting for me to agree or approve. He is simply telling what is going to happen. As always, I just go along for the ride on this adventure which He keeps making up for me.

He turns the car around and heads back where we came. “Enough talk about what’s going on right now. I want to learn more of your sexual history. Tell me, when was the first time that you actually had sex with a man, and I don’t mean just a blow job in a bathroom somewhere, but with a man in bed.”

I chuckle. I like this story. “I was in college, sophomore year. I’d been hunting around but couldn’t manage to connect with anyone other than car blowjobs, not bathrooms, but in rest areas. But one day I was sitting in a lounge on campus doing homework and these two guys were having a conversation not too far from me, and I could hear them. They were talking about bars in the area. “But don’t go to Peter’s Shack, he says, “because that’s a gay bar.” That night I went to Peter’s Shack around 9:30. It was pretty nice inside—I mean, I wasn’t an expert on bars by then other than the dive near campus where most of us hung out—but nothing wild or suggestive about it. Just an ordinary bar, it seemed, with a jukebox, but everyone there was a guy and there was one couple sitting in a corner with their arms around each other. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender handed me the beer and said to me, ‘I really want to get you in bed. Would you meet me tomorrow at the Fisher Club? It’s a mixed bar, but as soon as you show up I’m gonna hustle you on home and strip your clothes off.’ Sure pushed my buttons! So I agreed to meet him at 8:30. That next day and night dragged on so long. I went home after school and took a shower after supper and even shaved again and put some after shave on and escaped my mother’s notice as I snuck out again. it was just like he said it—His name was Tony—as soon as I got there and he saw me he turned to me and said, I’ve got the white Ford. Follow me home.’ and that was that. So we got to his place, a nice little bungalow, and we walk in and he leads me right to the bedroom. Not wasting any time. He put his arm around me and I said to him, ‘I’ve never done this before.’ And he smiled at me. ‘Well then, first of all, why don’t you just take your clothes off and I’ll watch you strip?’ Sounded good to me and I was already getting hard. So I got naked and realized right then and there that it really turned me on to be naked when the other guy has all his clothes on. He told me to lay on the bed, so I did. He looked down at me while taking his own clothes off and says, ‘you are one delicious little twink. I’m gonna devour you.’ and finally got on the bed with me and started kissing me and running his hand up and down my body and toyed with my cock that was already hard. Then he kissed his way down my body and put my cock in his mouth and started sucking it. ‘Can I suck you too?’ I asked. ‘Sure, babe. Let’s 69.’ and that’s what he did and we did it until I came but he didn’t. ‘you don’t have to finish me if you don’t want to’, he said to me. Real nice guy. So I figured I’d pop the big question, ‘does it hurt to get fucked?’ I asked. ‘Depends on how much you want it,’ he answered. ‘I want it, Tony, please?’ ‘okay, I’ll go easy. Roll over, alex.’ So I do and next thing I know he’s got his mouth on my asshole and I thought I’d scream out loud it felt so weird but also so good at the same time. After that, he reached into his night table and took out some lube and lubed up his fingers. ‘raise your ass a bit’ he told me. I did and then he stuck a pillow under my dick so my ass was higher and he started playing with my hole and I moaned like a whore. ‘I’m gonna stick it in now,’ he told me. ‘just let me know if I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. I want this to feel good for you.’ ‘ok’ I said, hardly able to whisper I’ breathing so heavy. Well, he put it in, and then two, and then three and then finally he said, ‘okay, it’s time. It might hurt a lot when I first go in but just tell me and I’ll back right off.’ He went in and it hurt like fuck so I hollered and he came right out again. ‘lay here for a while and relax. it will be better next time.’ And he was right. I couldn’t believe what it felt like. ‘ok?’ he asked me, I said ‘ok?’ and he started fucking me—not rough, but all the way in and all the way out and I was moaning and groaning. ‘I’m in heaven.’ he said to me. ‘me too,’ I answered. ‘well then, that means you’re meant to be fucked, alex. a lot. but always tell someone if it hurts. if they don’t back off then throw them off and get out of there cause they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.’ He keeps fucking me and finally he tells me he’s coming, and he shoots in me. We cuddled for a while after that but then he said that if I wanted he’d take me to the two other bars in town so they could get to know my face. I thought that was a nice offer, so we did, and just took his car. I got to meet the guys who run the bars and then we went back home and as soon as we got in the door he said to me ‘get your ass in the bedroom, you little slut, and strip and get ready to be fucked again.’ Damn, that was hot. And so he fucked me again. then it was really getting late so I told him I had to go home and he was fine with it.”

“Did he ever fuck you again?”

“No. Right away I started going to the other bars because they were more lively and had a younger crowd And almost every night I went there I ended up in bed with someone different. Some were awesome, and some weren’t really much fun.”

We’ve arrived at Dunkin. He pulls in but doesn’t turn the car off. Digging into His wallet He gives me His credit card and sends me in. Iced decaf for both of us. Fix them the way we like them. Don’t’ forget the straws.”

“Yes, Master,” ! say, getting out of the car.

There’s not a long line so it doesn’t take long. I fix the coffees and go to the car and Master rolls down His window when He sees me and I hand Him His, then get in the other side. He looks at His watch and pulls over to a parking space and shuts down the car. “We can spend some time here drinking. I want you to explain to me what was the difference between ‘awesome’ and ‘not really much fun’ when you were learning to be a whoring slut for the men on Long Island.”

‘Awesome’ was when a guy kind of took charge or at least told me what he wanted me to do. Usually I would end up blowing him and maybe getting fucked if he wanted, and most of them either made me jerk myself off afterwards or just ended things with nothing for me, but You know that was fine for me, Master.”

“That’s the way it should have been, but I realize you were just a puppy at the time and didn’t know the score. What about the ones that you didn’t care for?”

“Mostly guys who were trying to get romantic even though we’d first met, or who seemed even more submissive than me. I mean, how can you get romantic with someone you just met. One guy fucking said ‘I love you’ while we were on the way to his house. I turned to car around and went back to the bar and said, that was much too fast.” After a couple of weeks of that, I really got lucky.”

“What happened?”

“I was sitting at the bar one night and the bartender brought me a drink. I had switched to wine by then. He gave me the drink and said it was from the guy at the end of the bar. I looked over and this guy was sitting there and he was really really fat. I nodded thanks to him and just sat there drinking my wine and listening to the music. I knew he kept watching me but I didn’t look over there. I wasn’t really interested in getting with a big fat guy. But he was actually pretty good looking. So anyway, as soon as I finished my drink, I got up to leave and he came right over to me and put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it and told me---not asked me, but told me---to come outside and sit in the car with him. So, what the fuck? I did what I was told. We sat in the car and he introduced himself to me. His name was Luke. The car was really nice and expensive. He said to me, “I know I’m probably not the kind of guy who would naturally attract you, but you seem like a nice kid and I wanted to ask you if you’d go down on me. It’s been a long time.’ He pushed the seat back and said’ get right down here on the floor between my legs. It’s clean down there. Then I’ll take out my dick and you can suck me off. That’s all I want.’ So what the fuck, at least he was giving me orders, so I did what he said. When he took out his cock, damn, it was nice. Perfect size for me and hard as a rock. So I put the tip in my mouth and played with it for a while and then started sucking. This dude started giving me instructions how to do it and set up a rhythm and he was calling me every insulting name in the book from faggot to cocksucker to slut to cumboy you name it. Finally he shot a big load into my mouth and ordered me to swallow it and to clean off his cock, then he put it back away and helped me up back into my seat. He handed me a mint for my mouth. Like I said, he was a nice guy. Then he apologized to me! ‘I hope I didn’t scare you by the way I talked to you. I didn’t mean anything like it, but I just like to talk dirty when I get a guy to suck me off.’ ‘No problem at all, Luke. Actually, I liked it. I like being treated that way and used.’ So you’re a sub?’ ‘Not sure what that all means.’ ‘Submissive’ ‘yeah, I guess so. the way you treated me turned me on.’ ‘would you be interested in coming my place some night? I’ll introduce you to a friend who is really a dominant type of guy and likes training subs. You sound pretty new at this.’ ‘I could probably get into it.’ ‘He’s very good looking, alex, and I promise that all I’ll do is watch and maybe jerk myself off while he uses you and maybe teaches you a few things.’ ‘sounds hot, Luke. When do you think would work?’ ‘How about Friday night? I’ll meet you here at about 9 and you can follow me to my place. it’s not too far from here.’

‘sounds good. okay.’ ‘can you give me a number in case I have to cancel?’

‘no. I don’t have a private phone and my mother usually answers.’ ‘that’s fine. I know the bartender here. If I have to leave you a message I’ll leave it with him.’ ‘sounds good. goodnight, Luke.’

We have to start driving again.

“So what happened,”  Master asks.

“I get over there. A damn nice place. We walk in and Luke winks at me and takes a leather collar and puts it around my neck I and I almost came right there on the spot!” He attaches a leash and walks me into the living room and there is this really hot guy sitting there watching TV. The guy turns off the TV. Luke walks me over by the leash to this guy and hands him the leash and says he’ll go and get us some beers. Meanwhile this guy pulls my leash until I’m kneeling before him and tells me ‘Luke filled me in on what happened with him. You need some firm training, don’t you, faggot?’ He doesn’t look mean to me at all. “yes, Sir’ I answer. He lets the leash go. ‘Stand up and walk over there by the lights and strip yourself naked, boy.’ ‘Yes, Sir,’ I say, and I do. As I’m stripping, Luke comes back in with the beers and looks me over. ‘Kid looks damn good naked. I didn’t get to see him that way the other night.’ ‘Turn around, kid, let me see your ass.’ I do so. ‘bend over and spread your cheeks so I can see the hole I’m gonna fuck.’ I do that too. I’m hard now, of course.

Luke speaks up. ‘You know, Steve, I’d bet that little alex here would suck even better if he got his pretty ass spanked for a while.’ ‘Bring him over here,’ says Steve. Again Luke takes the leash and brings me over to Sal and tells me to lie across his lap. ‘If it gets to be too much for you, just say BANANA and he’ll stop. That will be your safe work, ok?’ ‘Banana. Okay.’ So this Sal guy starts caressing my ass real sweet like and then starts to spank me lightly and there I am hoping he’ll go harder, and finally he does and it gets harder and harder till I start really squirming. He pushes me off his lap and stands up and says to me, ‘take down my pants, slut and show me how good you suck after you’re spanked.’ I do so. His cock is really big. About 8 inches. He sits and I go to town licking and sucking and doing my best while he gives me some orders but mostly just lets me find my own way while he’s groaning and telling me that I’m gonna learn to be a good cocksucker some day.’ Finally he shoots his load and I catch it all, then he gets up, pulls up his pants, says good night and thanks to Luke and then leaves without saying anything else to me.

I’m kind of shocked. I ask Luke if I did anything wrong. ‘No, alex,’ he tells me. Sal is always like that. Once he shoots his load, he wants nothing to do with any guy who helped him out and just leaves. But I know he was hot and has a nice dick and I know he’d want to spank you first, so I figured it would be a pretty good time for you.’

‘well thanks, I said. Actually that’s kind of cool, doing it like that just like a slut and not having any other connection. Just my mouth on that guy’s cock.”

‘Damn, you know something, alex? I bet you’d really like going to the baths. That’s what it’s like all the time and you can get involved with as many guys you want in a single night.’ And he explains what happens at the baths and I sure sounds like something I’d like. then he tells me that when he goes he’s always hearing guys spanked or belted. so it’s a common thing. I said I’d like to go and ask for an address.

‘Tell you what,’ he says, ‘if you’re free tomorrow, we can drive together into the city and I’ll bring you to what I think is the kinkiest baths of them all. I’ll treat and no strings attached. When we get there, I’ll get you and me both private rooms, and from then on we’re on our own and doing our own things and we’ll send a time to rendez-vous in the coffee bar then then head home. just dress simple. You’ll get naked when you get there and they give a robe to wear and a towel. you can walk around and check out whose in the rooms or you can just stay in yours and wait for someone to take an interest. And you can wear that collar which will tell guys you’re submissive and you can even leave your belt on the bed to kind of give a hint.’

“Wow!” I think. “This is too good to be true. But it turned out to be just as he had said. And I had a ball. Well, actually, a lot of cocks and a lot of balls and a lot of spanking besides. After that, the hell with the bars. I was hooked on the baths.”