The Alex Chronicles

The suite is lovely. Full kitchen, huge bathroom with a shower for two or more and even a playroom that Master finds particularly intriguing. “Maybe I should just chain you to the wall for the entire evening and have my own fun watching movies,” He says to me.

“You know You can do what You want with me, Master. You own me and more and more hot guys are aware of it now,” I answer, falling to the ground and groveling at His feet, happier than I have ever been in my life and more in love than I could ever imagine possible.

“I love the sight of you naked at my feet, marked by my whips and still begging for subjugation. You are so incredibly needy, my love, and only I can give you what it is you need.” He puts his booted foot on my head and pushes me into the ground. “Hope you realize, slave, that your humor that broke up the entire Club is going to cost you. You didn’t really think I would let it go unpunished, did you?”

“Master, Your slave didn’t think of it at all. It is here for You. Do what You think it deserves.”

“Oh, I intend to, cocksucker. Michael will be here in a few minutes. He is your punishment. He is going to fuck your faggot mouth until you are unable to speak and barely able to breathe. Until He gets here, slave, get my boots and socks off and suck every ounce of sweat off your Master’s feet like the pig slave you need to be.”

I kneel up and pull His boots off and His stinky socks and He sticks all of His toes into my mouth and orders me to suck and lick the smell and the dried sweat from His toes. Why is it that i find it so easy to lose my mind in this subservient task. It never ceases to turn me into a lecherous slut hungry to be degraded by this Man Who loves me because He can degrade me without hesitation any way He likes. I have no idea how long I worship Him with my tongue and mouth hungering for His grime and stink as if I am enjoying the most elegant meal ever served to a boy like me. He keeps pushing at my head and i surrender to the game He seems to be enjoying, happy that He is happy, for that is my purpose in life.

There is a knock at the door and Master hollers, “Come on in.” I hear the solid footsteps of the Man Who whipped me and made me sob half a day ago, all for my Master’s entertainment and delight. Here He is again. Is He bringing more pain to this slave? Is He the One Who will exact from me the price i must pay because i lost control of my tongue tonight? “Crawl to Him,” orders Master, “keeping your head close to the ground. I want Him to make you choke and gasp for air as He takes all the pleasure He can down deep in Your cocksucking throat like the impudent faggot you are who can’t control its tongue. This is your punishment, slave. No safe words. Michael will give it as rough as He wishes, and I’m going to just sit back and watch you get your fucking mouth raped. Think about what you did tonight to make yourself a comedian while being displayed in the stocks after your whipping. Think about how you took everyone out of the space and became a hero instead of a debased faggot slave. Now you will learn what happens to slaves who break out of their assigned roles. I’m going to film this so Uncle Adam can add it to the videos he shows every night so everyone will know how you got put back into your place. Now kneel up and open that mouth.”

Damn. We’re not fooling around here. I kneel up and before I even get to open my mouth, Michael opens it for me by kicking me in the balls and as I cry out He shoves four fingers into my yapping mouth and pushes them deep. Already I am gagging, and He fucks my face with those fingers, spreading my throat beyond the gag spot, spreading it wider as I gag and choke and already the tears are coming out of my eyes. With His other hand, He slaps my face hard as He pushes His finger even deeper into me and I am choking and find it hard to breathe. Then He squeezes my nose shut and I can’t breathe at all. “I’ll decide when you get to breathe, slave, not you. I don’t care if you pass out. I’ll bring you back and start all over again.” Suddenly He pulls His fingers out of my mouth and I gasp for air. His fingers are coated with my phlegm and He rubs it into my face and it mingles with my tears. And we’ve only just begun.

“Take My fucking cock, bitch,” He says to me as He forces it down my throat with no preliminary preparation. Holding my head, He fucks my face hard and fast and I gag and choke and again He closes my nose and dives deep down into my throat and I can’t breathe at all. He counts out loud to “5” and backs out, letting me catch my breath again.

The onslaught continues and the only thing I can think of is when I can breathe. Fast and furiously He takes His pleasure from my throat. Most of the time He holds my nose shut and it is really beginning to hurt, I realize, when I have a few second to think as I’m gasping for air again and again.

Yes, at one point I do pass out. When I finally come to, He is still fucking my mouth but not as roughly, but as soon as He knows I am aware of what is happening again, the onslaught continues all over again, just like He told me it would.

This is the most humiliating experience I have ever had, and also one of the most unpleasant. My face is covered with tears and snot and gunk from deep down in my throat. When I have enough breath, I am crying out for mercy. No mercy given.

I have no idea how long it lasts. All I can think of is how much I want it to stop. All I can think of is that I will never, ever again let my impulse to be a wise guy take over. I will remember this miserable attack for a long time to come. “Please let it stop. Please!”  I think.

Finally, with an animalistic roar, He cums, shooting His load down my throat so deep that I never even get a chance to taste it. For a while, He keeps fucking my mouth until I start to feel that His cock is softening. He withdraws then spits in my face and slaps me harder than ever before, and then, finally finished with me, He throws me to the ground and I lie there, sobbing and still choking, and the two of Them sit on the couch and watch my suffering until at last I am no longer reacting and just lie silent and hopelessly miserable. Punished beyond anything I ever expected, and how I hated it. Worse than any whipping They could ever inflict on me.

I guess I fall asleep. The next thing I feel is Master washing my face with warm water then lifting me off the floor in His arms and carrying me to the bed. He gets me under the covers and joins my there and He holds me to Himself and I am grateful to Him for caring for me after it has all ended. I try to speak to Him but He shushes me and holds my face against His chest while stroking the back of my head. I am beginning to understand why He tends to want to watch me being punished and degraded rather than doing it all Himself, because after the ordeals come an end, it seems, He cradles me with sweet affection and I am grateful to Him rather than angry or spiteful if it were He doing painful things to me.

I remember what He keeps telling me: “You are the keeper of the pain.” Yes. And also, I am the lowest of the low and other Masters and slaves are going to be able to see how I was punished tonight. Exhausted, again I fall asleep. If there are any dreams, I don’t remember them. All I remember is being cuddled by my Master after being taught an important lesson about what it means to be a true slave, and how Michael is a tool that Master uses; a teaching tool. In fact, Michael was sent to test me before Billy would decide to take me. Wow! Billy sometimes calls me ‘property’ but that last sentence I wrote really makes me feel like a ‘commodity’.

Speaking of Billy, I’m lying here in bed and all of a sudden, I feel Billy twirling my nipples and squeezing. Wow! That woke me up! Quickly, I said “Yours, Master,” but the sound of my voice was really strange. I hope Michael didn’t plunge down through my vocal cords! He rubs my eyes and lightly slaps my face before picking up my head by my collar. “I’m awake, I’m awake,  Billy”

“Good, because it’s almost noon. Last night really knocked you out, baby.”

“Well it was definitely the Grand Finale that destroyed me the most.”

“Ah, God bless Michael! He’s a real blessing to have as a friend and I like it when I can find ways to include Him in my lifestyle.”

“Sure. He’s like ‘The Enforcer’ in the Mafia! But so much hotter than that, I’d say.”

“I’ll tell Him you said that. But don’t get ideas. I have a feeling that He wishes He could become your Master.”

“that could never happen,” I protested. “I definitely would never want to be His slave.”

Master laughs out loud. “I think I’ll tell Him that too. It would be a smart way to get a point across.”

“hmmmmm, I wonder what difference it would make in the way He treats me when You give me to Him for something. More gentle. Even Harder. I’d better behave myself then.”

Billy hands me something in a tall cup with a straw in it. “Drink that up, boy. It will help you recover.”

It smells very vanilla. Something He made or had made for me? Nice. As I’m sucking it all up through the straw, I look up at Him with my little-boy eyes, hoping for gentle affection. . . . sure enough, it works. “That’s a good boy, drinking it all up for Daddy. Now go and use the bathroom and brush your teeth and then come into the living room and kneel down next to Me.”

I go and do it all and when I get to Him, He is sitting on the couch in the suite, looking at His laptop. I enter and fall to my knees and sit back, and lay my cheek on His upper thigh. He plays with my head, feeling the stubble, scratching, whatever He wants. “Now listen carefully, slave. I’m thinking about how things are going to be soon and I’ve made a couple of decisions about you. First, you are going to quit your job. You don’t like it there, I don’t need the money, and I can find better ways for you to use your time. In fact, I’m enrolling you in a culinary course, a ten week course for beginners. I want you to be able to cook well for Me, so this is most important right now. Other things, later. My thoughts at this point is to equip you with all possible things that would increase the quality of a slave’s submission. Food first. Most of the other stuff I’m already training you to be My absolutely destroyed slaveboy.

My immediate reaction is to gulp. He orders me to go take a warm shower and dry myself and come back to Him. While I’m showering, I find myself thinking of what it would be like to be Michael’s slave and how horrible it would be, unless someone were into some really heavy-duty abuse. But who knows? With a lover He might actually be a real sweetheart, romantic as hell. That though cause me to laugh, and it hurts my throat. I finish the shower, get out and get dry, and then walk back to the living room. This time He closes His laptop and puts it to the side and says, “Come crawl up on the couch and curl up,” He says. “I want to sniff and smell you.”

“Yes, Master.” What is this all about? I do what He tells me to do and yes, He turns his nose into my neck and starts to sniff me. Then my armpits Then down my chest and over my cage and even my balls. He grunts approvingly.

Then He says, “Turn around, alex, and offer Me your ass. Spread your cheeks and let me sniff your hole.”

This is really getting embarrassing. But I do it, of course, and He leans down to sniff and then He starts to lick and suck and nibble on my asshole like it’s the greatest meal in the world. OMG. I’d better pay close attention so I can do it the way He’s doing it. Maybe that’s what this is all about. Just so I could learn to eat ass better. And, by the way, Master says that this slave is going to provide that same service to both Michael and Robert whenever They say They want it. My status sinks lower. Both of them have full use of my mouth, anywhere, anytime. Never my ass, except to whip it. Hey, maybe I should ask Master if They can also whip me whenever They want. It will almost be like I actually am as a slave to three Masters. But I know the answer to that question. I’m not in love with either of them. . . . Hey shit! That makes it even more demeaning, me serving Them on command. I realize that the way Master is setting this up is brilliant.

I was right thinking that Master is doing what He’s doing to me to train me. Because as soon as He stopped and had me kneel down again, He said, “Now you eat your Master’s ass, just the way He did it to you. You need to practice, right away. And if you don’t do it very well, I’m going to have Michael and Robert back here tonight so you can get more practice, and I’ll tell Michael He can use His crop.” I love His threats. So inventive. And He usually doesn’t follow through on them because I always end up pleasing Him the way He wants.

I kneel on all fours on the couch again, He turns around and bends over, but doesn’t spread Himself. I have to do that as well now. This isn’t exactly my favorite thing to do and He knows it. That is why the unique teaching method He has decided to use. Learn by example. And so I remind myself what I am and Who He is, shake off any possible traces of pride, and dive in there and show Him what a good student I am. And I find myself really getting into it, much to my surprise. Once again this slave just loses itself in the task it’s been assigned, and losing myself, I also lose all sense of time. Nothing matters in the world other than what is just in front of my mouth. This slave loves to please its Master, no matter what it must do to see that smile after it is finished serving Him.