The Alex Chronicles

I feel hands on my balls. Then I feel hands pulling my balls. Then He’s kissing my cheeks and my eyes and then His mouth is over mine and His tongue opens me up and He drools into my mouth while still pulling and squeezing my balls. His other hand finds my nipple and He makes me moan and says, “Good morning, alex. Give your Master a blow job. Do a good job and He won’t make you drink any morning piss.” Well, it was all romantic up until that point! 

“Yes, Master,” as I slide don’t His torso and push the covers out of the way. I love just resting my head in His groin. The pubic hair, which shows His superiority. His cock looks so tempting, even flaccid, His big balls, the smell of His flesh, and sometimes of His musk and His piss. I caress His balls with my tongue and get them moist, but quickly advance to the base of His cock and wraps my lips as far around it as I can as I slowly slide up towards the tip and there is usually a lot of pre-cum for me to suck up and clean from Him, and then finally to the first private part of Him I had ever seen, His elongated tip. I swallow it and lick around the ridge with my tongue(all of these things as He has trained me), and then slide as far down His length as I can, and I hear Him order me: “No choking this morning!” so I just make love to as much of His cock I can, up and down alternating fast and slow, loose and tight, lots of tongue touching, (and I wish He had never cut my hair so I could feel His fingers running through it and pulling it, but that will come back) and I hear His breath responding and then His moans, and I can feel Him tightening up right before He empties Himself into my mouth, and I remain still because He is so sensitive at this point, just open and still and willing to accept everything else He releases into me. No piss, as He promised me. I lick Him clean and feel Him put His hands under my arms and pull me back up to Him and I lie there, kissing His neck and then resting my head on His shoulder and He plays with my back and feels around for welts.

“So,” He begins, “I was wondering how things went with you and Mitch in the bedroom.”

“It was very hot, Master. But I have to tell you that he’s not nearly as innocent or inexperienced He may like You to think.”

“I know that.” I am crestfallen. I thought I could tell Him something He didn’t know. “Oh, I know. I’ve seen the way He looks at you. He wants to press you right into the ground, as low as you possibly can go. And I’ll tell you another thing, alex: He has had an awful lot of experience. And He’s done a lot of reading and research, but the experience He’s had---that’s with another person, probably a sub, who could teach Him how to become a powerful Master. I’d almost bet on it.”

“Well, he’s an . . . Master cuts me off.  “a slave never says anything about other Masters. Nothing at all. Especially nothing about Mitch because I’m thinking I might be willing to make you available to Him whenever we’re up here.”

“But never without You also here, please, Master.”

He sits up and puts my head in His lap with me facing up to Him. “Okay, boy. Don’t tell me something already happened that is making you uncomfortable or afraid. if something like that happens, sure you should tell your Master.”

Should I? Yes. If I’m wrong He’ll correct me. “He is an expert at humiliation. Really good. He . . .

“Careful, alex. No tales.”

“But may I tell You just one thing He said to me, Master, something that made me afraid?”

“Okay, boy. Tell me.”

“He told me that one day He was going to own me.”

“And what did you respond?”

“Nothing, Master. But I caught myself thinking that if it happened it would probably be very hot. I felt like I was being unfaithful to You.”

Master leans down and gives me a tight hug and pulls me up to Him.

“That was a good thing to tell Me, but it wouldn’t be good if you get really confused about all this. Because if that happens, I might decide that He can’t have bedroom scenes with you like I allowed today. But I’ll tell you one thing, boy: That’s all He’ll ever get to have of you.”

I breathe a great sigh of relief.

“May this slave ask another question, Master?”

“About this shit?”

“No, Sir. About something else.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

“How much longer are we going to be here, Master? If You don’t want to tell me that’s okay.”

“Probably 4 or 5 days, possibly 6. Next 2 or 3 days with the guys, then a little more time for us alone before we go back down home. But I think I’m going to spend more time up here with you than I usually do when I’m alone or even with another sub.”

I make happy noises.

“Master, can You work from here if necessary?”

“That’s an additional question, boy.” He smacks my nipple. “But that might be possible if I have some things installed here. Won’t take up too much room. I’ll think about it.”

He starts to get up. “Roll over, boy. Let Me take a look at any marks on you.” I do so. “Really not too bad. Much better than your front. Damn, those welts are keen!!!! Pain level?”  “5 or 6, Sir.” “How about the tops of your legs?”  “Same, Sir.” 

“What hurts the most?” “the slave’s balls, Sir.”

“If you can, throw your legs up over your head and spread so I can take a closer look.”

Fuck! That really hurt my chest! And what a humiliating position this is!!!!!

“Wow. I’m just thinking what a great position this could be a times when I really want to get in there,” He muses and He’s gently handling the balls.

“Yeah, there’s kind of a welt across the sac. Put your legs down. I’ll be right back.”

“He goes into the bathroom and then comes out with one of His famous (sarcastic!) lotions.”

“More of this will help,” He says, as He lathers up my scrotum and then, just to be funny, sticks the end of a finger in my ass.

“Bathroom, slave.”

I follow Him in. He runs bathtub water and checks the temp. Then he hands me a cloth. “Wash your pits and your ass crack and hole. Leave everything else alone. No! Here! I’ll do it myself.” Taking the cloth back, he gets it wet and soapy and tells me to raise my arms. He washes both of them a little roughly, probably on purpose. Then He has me bend over and He goes at his slave’s pussy, roughly again.

So now I’m standing there somewhat wet and a lot soapy and it’s all dripping everywhere. Master goes to the tub and switches to the spray function and before I realize what He’s up to, He sprays me down, turns me around, and really wets down my ass and even tries to stick the end of the spray UP my ass. Fortunately, it won’t go.

Then He gets into the shower and merrily showers Himself while His slave stands there dripping all over the place, and not the fun kind of dripping. Once He’s nice and clean, He gets out and hands me a big bath towel and tells me to dry HIM off. Not me. Him. I shrug and go about my duty. Not the least bit surprised.

It becomes more enjoyable when I have to get down on my knees to dry His groin and ass and then His legs and finally His feet. When He’s completely dry, He throws the towel to me and says, “Finish yourself off, then go sit in the kitchen corner that way I like you.”

And so, I go. I sit in the kitchen and watch Him make us coffee, dressed just in black boxer briefs. So unbelievably adorable. Definitely someone who was meant to be worshipped by a slave boy, and the best thing is that the boy who used to turn Him on even before puberty and almost all the way through High School is the one He has taken as His slave. A very willing and loving slave.

He fixes my coffee first (!) and then hands the cup to me. He makes His cup, fixes it up, and comes over to me and pulls a chair behind Him so He can sit there while we drink our coffees. At the same time, as soon as He is seated, He reaches out with His right foot and starts to lightly kick my balls and play with them. I almost spit out my coffee the first time He kicked me!

So we drink our coffee, He torments my private parts while winking at me, and, once we’ve finished, He says, “Stand up and clean up in here. Then I’m taking you out to breakfast,” and walks out of the room. I’m noticing a pattern in His behavior. Drop something on the slave’s head and then walk out of the room and leave it alone to react. I wonder what book He got THAT out of!

My reaction: rub my balls and smile! Finally, I stand up and go about cleaning up and washing the cups, etc., and go into the bedroom. He has jeans on and a black hoodie that says in purple letters which are hard to see: SHACKLES. The name of the BDSM club we’ve gone to separately, but not yet as a couple. The club where He was disguising Himself and stalking me for a couple of months before finally contacting me. And that way, He found out an awful lot about how to handle me and how to turn me on.

He gestures me over to Him, turns me around and unfastens my collar. “Go in the bathroom and wet down a washcloth to wipe around your neck.” When I get back from doing that, He has a pair of long white painter’s pants and with a white t-shirt. “That will cover up any marks. And only those who know what my hoodie is will know what’s going on with us. Never know who you might run in to.”

“Master, when did You get these things for this slave to wear.”

“A few months ago. Once I got a look at you and realized we were basically the same size, I went shopping one day for things I wanted you to have, especially clothes. But don’t you DARE look into that closet. Enjoy the surprises when they come.”

“thank You, Master, for the things You bought for Your slave but also for being so wise about me not spoiling a surprise.” I kiss His cheek, then I start to walk out barefoot. “If they’d let you in barefoot, I’d have you go like that. But you’d better put on flip-flops.”

We drove quite a while to get to the place Master wanted us to eat at. “So the last time we were talking about your history as a slut sub, you ended up telling about the time Luke took you to the baths and you said you had a good time but didn’t give any details. Think back, alex. What things do you recall about the times you went to the baths? It was only for a few years wasn’t? Did you stop going to the baths when you started going to the clubs?

“No, Master, it depended on my mood or if I was with someone. And when I went to the clubs, some nights it wasn’t working out for me so I’d leave and end up at the baths until the next morning.”

“FUCK ME!” Master yells. You insatiable fucking whore! Maybe I’m not going to be enough for you, alex,” He says, mock-seriously.

“Master, being with you is better than the baths. You do things that can’t be done there, You’d never get away with making me cry out the way You do—someone would probably intervene to make sure I was safe—or throw us both out----and besides all that, You are the Man of my dreams, Master. Always have been. Most times, with other Doms, I imagine I’m with You. But You’re better than the things I used to think about. And I wasn’t ready yet, as You like to keep telling this slut.”

“You sure, boy? I’m serious.”

“Sure, Master. And You’ll know for sure the first time You take me to the club collared.”

“We’re not going there until you are collared, so it will be at least a month. Spike said three weeks for the collar, remember?”

“yes, Master. But You’ll know. Take my glasses away from me if You want so I can’t really spot out who is hot and who is not.”

“not a bad idea, boy. or keep you blindfolded most of the time.”

“hot! SHIT! Did I say that out loud?”

Master chuckles. “You did, boy.”

“As long as I always know where You are. And You’re protecting me.”

“Don’t you worry your little brain about that, pup. I’d never risk any possibility of danger with you. So if you are unable to see, know that you are ALWAYS safe, and anyone who interacts with you in any way has already received My permission.”

“thank You, Master. this slave shouldn’t have worried at all since it is always so safe with You. I love You, Master.”

Billy slides his hand round the back of my neck. No collar right now because we’re in public. Finally we get to the place, much nicer than where we were last time. Pretty crowded, but we get seated in a booth and I’m is happy about that because it’s a bit more private. Besides, there’s a lot of busy noise in this diner. Obviously very popular.

The waitress comes to hand us menus. “just for Me, thank you,” Master says, “and would you please bring the boy (pointing to me) a tall class of chocolate milk before drives Me crazy?”

She winks at me and walks away. Billy starts laughing out loud.

“May this slave ask what is so funny?”

“We got you good, brat! I know her. She’s a Dom dyke and we’ve seen each other at different gatherings and things. She knew exactly what I was doing the minute I told her to give only Me a menu.” We both chuckle.

She comes back with the milk and I say, “thank You, Ma’am.” She winks at me again, points to me with her thumb and says to Billy, “So where did you pick up this piece of property? You been trolling the jail yards again?” “Just a trick?” “short stay?”

Billy and I are both having a ball laughing. This gal is a piece of work. Love her!!!!!

Billy gets Himself under control and looks at her, and in His most authoritarian voice, says to her, “Ownership!”

“Hey, dude, congrats. Gotta run now. I’ll be back in as soon as I can. Coffee?”

‘Yes, please for both of us. Finish that milk before the coffee comes, boy.”

“Yes, Master.” She’s gone by now. “May this slave ask her name, Master?”

“Ma’am” is enough for now. If She wants you to know, She’ll tell you. Now get back to your story. Bathhouse memories.

“Wow! I can think of one right away. It was when I was really a total beginner. This Asian guy came into my room. Damn, Asian guys are experts at pain! Anyway, he had this paper clip on a long string. He put it on my nipple. Didn’t feel like much. Then He started jiggling the string and then pulling on my nipple while jiggling the string and it started to hurt in a real nice way. He kept pulling, and next thing I know, I’m off the little bed and kneeling on the floor, and then He sticks His cock—not too big---in my mouth and makes me blow Him while He’s still toying with the string and the paper clip. He didn’t want to cum, just to humble me a little, I guess. But it was awesome. Saw Him again a couple of other times, and He’d come in and do the same thing. Never said a word. OH! Want me to tell You another, Master?”

She comes back right when I was saying that. “You making the kid tell You stories, Billy?”

“His life story. We lost contact with one another when He was 15. We were in school together. I had my eye on this one way back in fourth grade. I tracked the slut down and found out which club it went to—“

“Shackles. I know the logo, dude.”

Billy smiles. “So I stalked it for a while to get some info about its habits and preferences, then when I felt it was the right time, I made contact and began training it immediately. Our needs meet one another perfectly, Helen. (Now I know Her name!) This boy needs intensity, deep intensity, mind as well as body.”

“Happy for you, Billy. You were always so restless and most subs were afraid of You because You’d play with their heads and they weren’t capable of getting it. So this is great! Ready to order?”

“Yes. Blueberry pancakes for me, potato pancakes for the boy, and give it a side of bacon as well. I’ll also have two poached eggs. Need the protein. This slut is sucking it out of me all the time.”

Helen guffaws and walks away, still writing on her pad.

I just sit there with my mouth open.

“Is there something you want Me to put in that mouth, boy? Shocked at how I talk to a lady?”

“nnoooooooooooo, SSSSSSSir. Master, can the boy have applesauce with the pancakes?”

“They’re better here with sour cream. Try it, slave.”

“Yes, Master. The slave will eat what You tell it to eat.”

“I heard that!” Helen is back. “what are you telling the boy to eat now, Billy, and can he do it here in the dining room?”

“sour cream. for the pancakes. it wanted applesauce but Master is being mean to it.”

She looks at me, “Oh shit, honey, sour cream is much better here. Eat what Your Master tells you and be happy that I don’t decide to put your plate on the floor and eat it on your knees, bitch!”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank You for reminding this slave what it is.”

She turns to Billy, “Hey! I like its style. Did You teach it that?”

“No. It came with the texts pre-loaded, found out I like the way it speaks, so has been doing it lots. I’m telling you, Helen, this unit right here is the genuine article. I’m so pleasantly surprised at its level of development. After what I went through last year; no, let’s not go there.”

“Okay, honey, but if you want my advice----well, I’m gonna give it anyway because I’m your big sister . . . . make sure you tell this faggot all about what happened. it will do You good to tell it, and it will make it realize who vulnerable You were back then. I can tell already that this, um, partnership has taken years off Your sad face, dude. I know I’m not expert when it comes to dudes, but You’re looking great, Billy. And I suspect that this little piece of work over here is a big part of why.”

“Sometimes, things all click into place, Helen. Just like you and Fran.”

“I’m letting her grow out her gorgeous blond hair. It’s down to her ass in back. Wait till you see it!”

“we’ll have to make plans. And besides, there’s going to be a wedding soon. I’ll send you invites.”

“You and  . . . she pats me on the head.?”

“You got it, baby.”

“hey let me go get your food. it’s ready.”

“Me hungry, Daddy.” She rolls her eyes and walks away.

Soon we’re eating. “so you said you remembered another story.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“well don’t speak with food in your mouth, but start me off a bit.”

“This tall big man came into the room and saw the strap and my collar and sat down beside me (I was lying down) and started playing with my nipples. Very sensitive back then, and I was hissing through my teeth the way I do sometimes. Anyway, He started talking to me while teasing me and He tells me that He wishes we were at his farm because he’d teach me what it really means to get an ass whooping. And He starts telling me all about how He would make me strip and lay me over a bale of hay and start in on me with his thick Western belt, and He went on and on in all detail and He was getting me so hot and I was hoping He would bring me there some day and I told him that and He told me what was going to happen when he did. I didn’t notice it because He had me so mesmerized, but He was playing with my cock now as He was telling me what He was going to do to me and how I would finally know what it is like to get such a bad ass whoopin’ that I wouldn’t be able to sit down for three days, and all of sudden, when He said that, I shot my load and it was one of the best times ever. He chuckled at me and said, “sometimes the stories are better than the realities, but damn, boy, you sure as hell had a great orgasm, didn’t you?”

“What did you say to Him?”

“I sure did, Daddy. thank You, so much.”

He answers, “You’re welcome, lad. Now go downstairs and have something to eat and recharge your batteries. You’ve got to go give a few guys good orgasms yourself, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy, I will.” and I did. I had a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk and went back upstairs and had a good time. Never saw Him again.”

“Maybe He had to go back to His farm, alex.”

“Maybe. But I don’t know where it is, Sir,” pouting.

“I’ll find it for you baby, and I’ll enjoy watching Him tan your ass over the bale of hay and making you shake and cream like a bad little boy. Damn straight I’m gonna find that place, boy.”

“that’s right, I forgot, Sir. You told me You like to watch your slave get beat.”

“Yes, indeed, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow more than you can imagine, slave. You’re in for it now. Finish up your last pancake, boy.”

“it was real good with the sour cream, Master. thank You for knowing better than this dumb slave.”

“that’s my job, boy.”

Helen comes by to see if we want any more coffee and we decline. She pops herself into the booth next to Billy. “I’m about done.”

“Well don’t’ let us keep you. I can settle up.”

“don’t worry about it, Billy,  Big sister took care of it.”

“Aw, big girl. I’ll owe you. Now do you still have the same email as always?”

“Yes. Will never change it. it would take too long to notify anybody.”

“We’re all like that now, Helen.”

“So, when’s it going to happen?”

“Not sure yet, but the more I think about it, the more I want to make it into a real special event for us type folk. Besides, the slave’s not gonna be collared for about three or four weeks yet. I’m having it made special.”

“Why am I not surprised. Gonna brand it, too?”

“don’t think so. I’ve heard too many sad tales about guys that went ahead and let it be done to them. Maybe a tattoo, but we’ll see.”

“That’s my little brother! All about safety with you.” She looks at me. “You’re a lucky boy, alex.”

Master nods at me, giving a signal I can speak. “The luckiest in the world, Ma’am.”

Master looks at me with those commanding eyes and says, “Remember that, slave, the next time I have you at the whipping post.”

I lower my eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“Painpig,” Billy says to Helen, who loses it right there in the middle of the diner.

“Only you, Billy, only you. Looking forward to that party you’re gonna be throwing.”

“Helen, would you do me a favor?”

“What, sweetie? Anything for you, You know that.”

“You and Fran are the only women I’m close to. Could you maybe convince, says, two or three couples to crash the wedding along with you? That way , you’ll all have a real good time.”

“Sure thing. I know just who to invite, too. We’ll have the time of our lives, Billy.”

He gets up from the table, gives Her a hug and leaves. I get up and hesitate, but She steps forward, hugs me and slaps me HARD on the ass. “ByeBye, Vixen!” “Bye, Ma’am.” “From now on, sweetcheeks, you can call me ‘Auntie Helen” She says to me and pushes me towards the door. I’m laughing on my way to the car. And happy as hell that now I have an Auntie!