The Alex Chronicles

Robert gets out of the truck first and comes right over to me, grabs me by one of the rings in my collar and presses my mouth to His and I’m dying for His kiss but that’s not why He’s just opened my mouth with His tongue. He moves back a bit and spits into my mouth from His, I stare into His eyes as He spits several times then uses His fist to close my mouth. “Get my bags out of the trunk and bring them to my room. Then come back here and tend to Michael’s needs.” He slaps my face and sends me off. There is a duffle bag, a laptop case and a gym bag that makes noises like it is filled with equipment. I can manage these without much difficulty. I make my way into the cabin and go to the room Master told me would be for Robert. I lay His things down neatly and go back outside. When I walk back out the cabin door I can’t believe my eyes:

Michael is one of the most stunning looking men I have ever seen, with thick wavy black hair and blue eyes that are like lasers, and He nods at me and I feel drawn toward Him as if I were a paper clip near a big magnet. When I get close to Him, a powerful impulse rises up and I do what it drive me to do: I kneel and then prostrate myself to the ground before him, raising my ass which He immediately strikes with what feels like a large riding crop. “Spread those fucking legs, alex.” He walks behind me and uses the crop to get my legs spread farther than they ever were before. He reaches down and holds my balls in His fingers and says to me, “these are not your balls, slave. They belong to the three of us. You are merely the holder of the pain.” He wraps His entire wrist around them. He starts to squeeze and gradually increases the pressure until He hears me moaning into the dirt. Then He pulls my balls out as far from my body as He can with one hand and with the other hand, He whips my balls with His crop, 3, 4, 5 times and I am screaming out loud.

“A good way to start our visit, I reckon,” He says, and Robert comes over and says to Him, “Good job, buddy. It’s good to hear slave music so soon after arriving.”

“There will be a lot more music this week,” Michael says to Robert and then to me, “Get up, put my suitcase in the living room for now and then come back out here to pick up the package with our lunches in it from the back seat of the car.”

I am wordless and wanting to hold my tummy because the pain is still twisting my insides. The suitcase is heavy; it’s the only item in the trunk. I lift out the suitcase and close the trunk and, as I’m straining to bring the suitcase into the house, Robert comes over and give me a hand to lift it. I open my mouth to thank Him, but He sharply says to me, “Silence!” Keeping my eyes lowered now, I manage to get the suitcase into the living room as instructed and then go back out to get the package of food which smells delicious. “Put it on the table, slave, and then go to your corner. I assume by now that Master has taught you how to sit properly.”

I bring the package into the house and lay it on the table. I notice that Master has already laid out three beers and three plates with cutlery while I was outside getting “introduced” to His guests. I take up my usual position in the corner and wait to see what is going to happen. My poor balls are so exposed this way and they are mighty sore at this point, but, as Michael said, they’re not my balls. I’m just the one who holds the pain.

The men greet each other with hearty hugs and lots of celebration that they’re together, something that rarely happens. As they sit, Master opens up the package of food. “Ah,” He says, “Italian subs from that place with the great sauce. Thanks so much, Michael.”

“Look in the bottom of the bag. There’s something there for slave’s lunch as well. Figured it could use the protein.” Master reaches in and pulls out what looks like a bag of trail mix and hands it to Michael, who asks for a bowl. He takes out one of my food bowls and Michael empties the bag into the bowl and then spits into the bowl, passes it to Robert who does the same, and then to Master, who takes a mouthful of beer and then dribbles that into the bowl as well.

Michael asks, “How is the slave eating so far? with hands or with its face in the bowl like the animal it is?”

Master chuckles. “Whatever You want, buddy.”

Michael comes over and puts the bowl on the floor. “On your knees, bitch!” He says, and I quickly do as told. Then He takes twist ties like what police use now instead of handcuffs. He uses them to bind my wrist manacles together, slaps me on the back of the head and pushes it down to the bowl. “Finish it all!” He commands.

It looks pretty gross, some kind of dried nuggets and fruit wateeds down by the spit and the beer and already beginning to form a paste. I put my mug into it and hey, it’s not all that bad, I guess, but of course, I have no choice. I start to chew it up. I’m grateful for the beer, because otherwise this stuff is dry and tasteless. Thank God for the pieces of fruit in it. Meanwhile, I hear the guys having a lively conversation about a mutual friend who almost got arrested. Lots of laughter and lip smacking and Master telling them how delicious His sub is (is He rubbing it in to me?) and I wallow in humiliation and force myself to eat what’s in the bowl, hoping that this isn’t going to be how I eat for the next two days. They seemingly pay absolutely no attention to this thing in the corner eating its slop and fearing a bit for its future.

Suddenly, I became the center of attention. Michael came over to me and dropped a meatball into my bowl. “too much for me to finish, so I thought that I’d give it to the pig instead of throwing it away.” I looked up to say ‘thank You’ but He put His fingers to His lips and said, “You are forbidden to speak until ordered to do so.”

Robert saw what was happening and he, too, came over to me and scraped his plate into the bowl. It was mostly sauce so was good for the meatball which, I must admit, was delicious, even more so because of the humiliating way it was given to me. Master gave me nothing, but after He saw that I’d finished all the food given to me, He came over and gave me two mouthfuls of beer from His mouth. Michael and Robert watched Him do it and remarked about what a creative way to allow a slave to drink. “I prefer that everything it drinks comes from My mouth. Obviously that isn’t always possible, but I do it here. It’s a special way of fucking my slave and giving it my fluids.”

Robert asks, “total urinal yet?”

“No,” Master says. “Things are proceeding based on what it’s ready for. I’d rather take my time with that training. It can so easily become overwhelming. It’s worth the effort I’m making to hold back because I don’t just want this slave to become My urinal; I want it to crave My piss.”

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Billy, it’s obvious that You’ve been thinking these things over for a long period of time.”

“Years,” is Billy’s answer. “So anyway, Robert, to answer Your question, I have that as a possible goal, but for Myself only. I’m reserving certain things to Myself that some Masters give away to anyone. Only I fuck this slave; it will only drink My piss.” that’s all I’ve worked out so far.”

“Good boundaries make good neighbors,” agrees Michael. “It’s Your slave, Your property. You are respected in our community and I am sure no one will take issue with how You’re training it . . . all except us, of course, because the three of us are like brothers. And on that note, I’d like to conduct a ‘family meeting’ with the three of us and the slave. There are a few things on my mind that I want to tell the slave, but I want You both to hear what I have to say as well.” The others both agree. “Excellent, says Michael. We will meet as soon as the slave cleans the kitchen. Meanwhile, please drink some more beer guys so You’re good and ready for Golden Shower Time.” They all laugh as They leave the kitchen. Michael tells me to get to work. From all this, I’ve concluded that Michael will be running the show. Master is being very quiet about things so far. What’s up with that? FUCK! I’m a fucking faggot slave and it’s not my job to try to figure out what’s going on, but simply to submit, obey, and endure what They throw at me. And I’ve already come to understand what Master was speaking to me after we left the diner about protocol and strictness. I know He’s not ignoring me, but it certainly looks like He’s ignoring me and that Michael is now the head trainer in this operation. Gulp!

I do my work cleaning the kitchen, making sure everything is gleaming again. I have to take out the garbage—this is a dilemma. I don’t know where. I stand quietly in the door to the living room holding the full bag of garbage until finally, Master sees me there. “There is a bin on the right side of the house.”

I turn around and go outside to dump the garbage. While doing it, I’m thinking how I’m very close to feeling like garbage myself. Maybe I’m wrong, but I guess I’ll find out something at this meeting Michael has called. I come back inside and shut the door. Master whistles for me. I’m so happy to hear His sound! “Crawl the fuck back in here, slave!” yells Michael. Why am I not surprised?

So I crawl into the living room and stand in the middle the room on all fours, my head bowed (this collar is heavy!). “Kneel up” orders Michael. “No, better, DOWN!” I grovel. “You can hear what we have to say. No reason to make you feel like you’re anything but the property we’re going to be working on for the next couple days. You don’t need to see our faces in order to take into your feeble faggot mind the things I want you to know.”

This is how sick I am: Thrills are going through my body hearing Michael’s words. Not the same way as Master’s, but He has a very overwhelming presence and I am feeling His power not only over me but over the entire little ‘family’ He’s assembled here. He begins to speak.

“Robert and I are both well aware of how much Billy loves you. He has loved you since you were barely adolescents, and all through high school until your fucking family pulled you away from Him. Nonetheless, His feelings towards you continued and actually took on more intensity over the years as He continually set for Himself a goal of one day owning you and becoming your Master. But you have to understand this, slave: He created your slavery in His mind and it is closely tied into His identity as a Master. Now get this, boy, and get it strong and never forget it: “Yes, Billy loves you, BUT, it is vitally important that you realize that He loves you as His slave. That has been His dream, His obsession, even, and it has only grown in intensity over the years. Get it, and get it good. it is because you have let go of your former life and are becoming His slave and undergoing the training He wants you to have that He loves you. If you were just an ordinary Joe, like you were before He got in contact with you recently, you would not be of any interest to Him whatsoever. Again and again you must repeat this to yourself: “He loves me because I am His slave and always will be.”

But that brings up a problem. Yes, He loves you. Yes, He is protective. Yes, He wants you to be safe at all times, again, though, as a slave. But because of that love, He has a temptation to coddle you, to relax discipline and protocol and to baby you as well, and we know that already He is allowing you to call Him ‘Daddy’ from time to time.”

“No problem at all with this EXCEPT for the fact that it is not enough for Him to train you on His own because of all this. And that’s where Robert and I come in. Notice that We have not ordered you to call Us Sir or Master or anything like that. If a rare occasion presents itself where you have to call one of us, you will use our names. Rare. Very Rare. It is better that you not speak at all, and later on You will be gagged to make sure that isn’t possible. But first, there are three little ‘initiation ceremonies’ that WE are going to have. Nothing new to you, so don’t get frightened. But the three of us will be involved in this aspect of your training. The first ceremony is PISS. The second is FEET. The third is COCKS.  I will be holding my crop and I will use it liberally during these ceremonies if I deem it necessary.”

“Do either you have anything to add to what I’ve just said?” Billy? “nothing at this point.”  Robert? “Just that this slave needs to know that you and I, Michael, you and I will be present from time to time either singly or together to make sure things are kept in balance with and to make sure you are disciplined and trained more strictly than Billy can do on His own. We will be around to keep you in check, slave, and that means a lot, as you will find out.”

Michael speaks again: “Billy, your Master tells me that He intends to bring you to Spike’s private gatherings from time to time. This training will help you prepare to serve under strict procol when Master decides to display you to that group. We’ll begin now with the first ceremony: PISS. Left side of the house, Billy?”

“Yes. perfect because the hose is there. And they’re predicting heavy rains for tomorrow.”

“Excellent. We’ll be able to have the slave bathe out in the rain and save Your water bill,
 Robert chuckles.

Michael takes command: “Slave, crawl out of the cabin and to the side of the house. Keep your fucking head as close to the ground as possible at all times so you can feel at one with the dirt since you are also dirt.”

I start to turn around but not fast enough for Michael and I receive a stinging lash to the back of my right leg. I move faster, the three of them cheering me on as if I’m running a marathon. Lots of cheering and insults and blows from the crop all along the way until we get to where Master wants this to take place. The command comes from Michael: “Kneel up!”  “Blindfolded or not?” He asks Master.

“No blindfold. I want the slave to look closely at the flow of piss from our three dicks.”

“Excellent. slave, We understand that you are still so underdeveloped that you can only handle drinking your Master’s piss. Eventually you will drink from Robert and Myself as well. We will try not to get anything in your eyes, so stare intently at our dicks the way your Master wants. When He give the command “Open your mouth,” you do so immediately. Only He will direct His piss into your mouth. Swallow whatever He gives you. If you spit any of it out, you will spend the night lying here in the piss-saturated dirt.”

“Okay, guys? Let’s mark this slave as property.”

I see three flaccid dicks pointed at me and I have never been in a situation like this, ever before. They begin, not all together, but each at His own time, and it seems that each of Them pisses a little, then holds off, then switches around. They walk around me, marking me everywhere. Robert likes pissing on my cage and all of a sudden I can’t hold it any longer and my own piss starts to flow through the cage. Robert notes it and points it out to the others, and then there are rounds of Them calling me “disgusting pig” and things like that. All of a sudden, Master gives the command: “open your mouth, slave!” I open and He aims right for my mouth and doesn’t completely fill it before He commands, “swallow!” and Robert cries out, “Look at this piss pig urinal, drinking its Master’s piss like it’s lemonade. Must like the taste of it.” “Open again” Robert and Michael start chanting “urinal, urinal, urinal pig!” “swallow!” Never too much. Master is protecting me from that awful punishment they threatened me with. The streams are slowing down now. “Open” says Master and this time He sticks His dick right into my mouth and orders me to suck and drink like I’ve done so many times, but this time there is a lot to drink, more than the other two times and I realize that I am indeed becoming His urinal and I hope so much that He is pleased with what He’s doing to me. Finally, everyone is finished and cocks are tucked away.

Michael gives another order. “Lie on the ground, slave. Roll in the pissy dirt like a dog in shit. Get it all over your miserable body. Absorb it into your pores.” Holy shit. Nothing can compare to this, how horrible it is yet how much I am grateful to Michael for making me do this. Will I be covered with dirt and piss all night? Not something for this slave to be concerned with.

But no. Master has a better idea and orders me to stand up with my hands over my head. He hands the hose to Michael and goes to turn on the water. Ice cold. Michael enjoys using the spray on me and making me dance a bit, but at the same time, I’m trying to make sure that all this pissy gunk is sprayed off me. Robert takes the hose from Michael and has His own fun with it, spending a lot of time spraying me over my nose and mouth which is making it difficult to breathe without breathing in water. It gets up my nose too, and tears start coming out of my eyes. I am cold, wet, abused, taunted and at the mercy of these three men who have all authority over me and I have no say at all as to what is happening. There aren’t any negotiations here.

“Shake yourself, slave. Shake off the water like a dog!” Michael goes to town with the crop again and I find that I am dancing to His beat as He beats me in some of the most painful places He can find. I have to remember that this body doesn’t belong to me any more; I am merely the keeper of the pain.

Finally they are satisfied, and order me to run into the house and grovel in the living room once again for the next little ceremony. All that is on my mind is whether or not Master was pleased with my submission to their humiliating treatment. That is all that matters to me. It’s not a question of duty. It’s a question of purpose. It’s a question of loving Master the ways He wants at any given moment, no matter what.

Despite what Michael and Robert are thinking at this moment, I am acutely aware that Master Billy is succeeding. He is breaking me. I am becoming free of my old life.