The Alex Chronicles

I wait on all fours at the back door. He must have gone in the front door, because the windows back here are dark. And then the lights come on and He comes to the back door. Opening it, He says, “Crawl upstairs and into the bedroom and grovel there until I’m ready for you.” I do as He says, a bit nervous but also so damned turned on by the way He’s been talking to me again, making me truly believe I am His slave needing to be constantly reminded that is what I am. I make my way up the stairs, which, fortunately, are carpeted, and once in the darkened bedroom, I lower my head to the ground and get into position. I wonder how long it will be? I shouldn’t think like that, but rather, fix all my attention on doing exactly what He ordered me to do: grovel. All my attention must be on groveling by His bed as the slave I am. I picture Him and the picture in my head makes me want to grovel all the more.

A soft light comes on and He walks into the room, barefoot. He comes to sit on the bed by me and nudges my head with His foot and I know what I must do. Each toe like a cock. Clean everywhere. Serve Master’s feet like a good boy. He makes a phone call.

“Mitchell, how are you, lad? This is Billy. That’s right, I agree you need some more attention---from both of us! So that’s why I’m calling. If you could manage to get two days in a row off, I’ll make arrangements for a limo to pick you up and bring you down here with us for the time. We’ve got lots to talk about, and also play with. . . .  That’s right. . . . . Yes, I can agree to that. You can have it for the entire overnight. . . . .Will be very educational for both of you. So, this is I suggest. Speak to Art and ask him for the time off and explain why you’re asking. If he knows that you’re planning to come spend time with me, I’ll bet he will eagerly give you the time. . . . . Master laughs . . . . really? Well, good for you! Are you interested in exploring things with him any further? . . . . . Well, sure we can talk about it when you’re down here. . . . Bring it with you. I’ll let you try it out here as well. . . . . . excellent! This is shaping up to be a busy week, but any day after Sunday. . . . . No, work Sunday. That days’ your best money-maker, right? . . . . . good. don’t worry about that.  If you get the days, I’ll make sure the time here is completely cleared for you. Promise. . . . . yes, indeed.    . . . . Just text me what the dates are and when/where you need to be picked up. . . . you too, kiddo. Goodbye for now.”

So, apparently Master is interested in having Mitchell here to continue helping Him become a good Dom and, I’m sure, to practice His skills on me.  Hot! I’m glad he’s willing to go to that much trouble. But both of us think the world of him, both for different reasons. Holy shit! I could just think of what Mitchell will be like as a Master in three or four years. I’d be in so much trouble.

I continue licking Master’s feet when suddenly He takes His foot and shoves me back down to the ground. I turn my head and look up at Him, not sure where this is heading. He looks down at me and says, “I am really going to enjoy watching Mitchell whip you next time he’s here. I’ll want you to do good. Let Him take you as far as He can. Act in the way that will turn Him on the most. Now crawl up here on the bed. I want to fuck you before I punish you, 15.”

OMG. He completely dehumanized me there for a moment! I get myself up on the bed and reach for the pillows He likes under me so my ass is raised for Him. He gets Himself undressed and walks over to the bed, already hard erect, and says one word, “Suck!” I lean up on my arms and put my mouth around the head of His cock and salivate on it until He pushes Himself all the way down and I choke, and He pulls it up again and leaves a few inches in my mouth. “Tongue!” He orders and I pleasure His shaft with my tongue, all around and up and down until He withdraws and says “Get your ass up here, slave, so your Master can take it.” No sooner am I up than His fingers are lubing me and entering to do their own exploring and stretching. I grunt from surprise, but make sure the grunt turns into some slutty groans—and I’m not just acting here. I am that slut!

He doesn’t spend much time doing that. I bet He’s really horny from talking with Mitchell and imagining what’s going to happen when He’s here. Before I know it, He is plowing Himself into me and plunging more and more until He’s all the way into me then starts savagely fucking the daylights out of me and I’m sounding like a stuck pig, and not all that far from cumming myself because of the way He’s fucking at me. But He beats me to it as with a shout, He empties Himself into me and stays there until He finally starts to soften and doesn’t move until He slides all the way out naturally. I love that feeling!

He pulls out but doesn’t wipe my ass. “Don’t fucking move!” He warns me, and I hear Him getting the strap. He speaks sternly. “Why are you being punished, alex?”

“Because Your slave neglected to tell you about its friend Barry, Master. Slave should not have been keep that to itself.”

“You’d better think more about that and make sure you tell Me all about anyone else who has a close association or friendship with you within the next two days.”

“Yes, Master.”

“So tell me, 15, do you deserve this punishment?”

“Yes, Master. Please punish Your slave so it will improve?”

“I will now. Three lashes with the punishment strap, across the backs of the thighs.”

He’s always so formal about this stuff. Kind of cute. I’d enjoy it if I wasn’t so scared about the pain coming.

ONE! I gasp and choke. Never imagined how much it would hurt back there. He waits, as usual, giving me the time I need to fully absorb the pain of the punishment. Doing it slowly really extends the severity of the punishment He is giving His slave. That is why there are usually not many lashes assigned, not with this strap.

TWO!  I howl and fight the strong desire to put my hands back there to help bear the pain. I know He’d just add more lashes if I ever tried to pull something like that. The burn is acute and I’m beginning to sob. “Never ever fake anything with me, but never ever hold anything back from me either. Do not be a hero. I want to hear your pain. I want to know I’m getting through to you.” He’s said to me on more than one occasion already. And yet still, he wants me to fake things a bit when Mitchel beats me.

THREE! OMG. I choke, I’m sobbing so hard and trying to say “I’m sorry, Master,” because I know He will expect that from me as part of the ritual He is constructing. He puts down the strap and gets on the bed with me and let’s me sob it out into His chest as His arms go around me and He massages circles into my back. “I’m sorry,” I manage to say now. “I’m sorry, Master. Thank You for punishing Your slave, Master,” and I let go with a whole new volley of sobs.

He says nothing. He has said everything He wanted to say with the strap. He stays with me now, not actively consoling me with words or anything like that, but just by being there with me, feeling the trembling in my body, feeling my efforts to breathe, feeling my sobs wetting down His chest. He gets so much pleasure out of punishing me when I need it. He’s the perfect Master for me, because He can do to me what no other man will ever be able to do, not even Mitchell. (Those last three words were meant to be sarcastic.)

Eventually, I fall asleep in His arms. At some point I guess He got up to get blankets to throw over us, but I don’t remember any of that when I wake up in the morning still in the same position I was in when I fell asleep. How can Master manage to sleep like this? I hope I didn’t keep Him up all night. Before I can move any, Master pats me on the back of the head. “Sleep good, boy?”

“Yes, Master, thank You.”

“Suck my cock!” He orders and when I go down there I realize I smell fresh soap and I know that Master also managed to go wash His dick because He’d never allow it in my mouth after He fucked me with it unless it had been washed clean. He pushes my shoulders and I slide down His body until I find the treasure He wants me to find. His hard, leaking cock. And I treat His cock the way I would treat the cock of any Master I was in love with! Like the most wonderful thing in the world, the thing that lets me show Him how much I love Him. And this morning, He is a bit languid and isn’t demanding too much from me as far as swallowing or gagging or anything like that. Just a wet, loving blowjob from a slave who rarely even gets to be hard. Slave sucking its Master’s cock, the only cock that matters. Sucking and licking and letting His juices and my saliva slide down His cock to His balls, and then I have to go and lick all of that up again, and before long, I’m hard at work giving all the pleasure I possibly can to the most private parts of my Master’s body. And I make love. I make love the way only a slave can make love. And I hear Master whisper to me, “I love you, alex.” And that is the most wonderful feeling in the world. Far better feeling than an orgasm for this slave.

He cums quietly. I didn’t even realize it until I realize I was taking in more flavors than I was giving out, and I began to drink His cum as slowly as He was spilling it out of His cock. “Swallow it all quickly!” He demands, and I obey. And as quickly as that, He gets out of bed and runs into the bathroom and from here I can hear Him pissing His morning load and when He is finished, He whistles for me to come in and I crawl in there, not wanting to assume any other higher position. I get in there and He holds that damn piss can under me and orders me to lift my leg and let go. OMG I hope He never lets anyone ever see this happening. Him making His slave piss like a dog. At least it’s a male dog and not a bitch!

I finish and put my leg down, then pick up the can and empty it into the toilet and flush. Time for showers. Then He sends me into the kitchen for coffees. When I come back into the bedroom with the coffees, I find Master on His phone speaking to someone. “that will be just fine. Sure, stop in between 10:30 and 11. I’ll make sure the slave is ready by then. Talk to you later, Art.”

“Quick breakfasts this morning. Oatmeal for both of us. Then I have something I want to talk to you about.”

I hate it when He does that! Now it will be on my mind and I’ll be torturing myself wondering what that’s all about and what I’m getting ready for? I almost get the oatmeal wrong because I’m so distracted by that. When the fuck am I ever going to learn to stop trying to figure out what’s happening next and just focus on the task I’ve been ordered to do? Life would be so much easier that way.

I get the oatmeal ready and put it into bowls, fixing the cream and sugar as He likes. I set the table for Him along with a fresh cup of coffee, and I go to sit in the corner, naked, legs spread. He enters nicely dressed and smelling oh, so good. He sits down and begins to eat and by the time He is finished, my bowl is cool enough for me to eat however He wants me to eat it today. “Take the bowl in your hands, boy, and eat from it. Try not to make too much of a mess.” I do what He says and begin to feed myself. He begins to speak.

“Art told me that he has a friend who sends out his slave to work as a naked houseboy. He says it is becoming very popular with older gay men. I began wondering about that, and if it would be good for you to be doing to further humble you and also get you from being too bored, and I mentioned to Art that I think I’d like to try it, but to send you to someone you would feel somewhat safe with for the first time. So Art suggested that I send you to him. So anyway, He had some friends over last night for drinks and snacks and everything needs to be cleaned up and put away. So when Art comes here, you will serve Him coffee and then go and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Art will bring you to His house. You will strip naked and proceed to do the domestic work He needs done. Before leaving, if He would like, you will blow Him, then get dressed again and He will call me and I will come to pick you up. And, of course, Art knows that he shouldn’t hesitate to discipline you if He isn’t happy with your performance. After you eat everything in that bowl and lick it clean, you should get up and clean the kitchen and go sit in your chair and read until Art gets here.” He gets up and leaves without waiting for me to say “Yes, Master,” and I’m glad because I have to say I’m in shock over this.

I wonder how many other things He is planning for me behind my back? Damn, I know better than to start thinking this way, but all this is sprung on me while I’m trying to eat my breakfast like a craven slaveboy who can’t use utensils. I’m to work as a naked houseboy. For Mitchell’s boss! Naked, in His house. He has never seen me naked before. I’m to clean up after a little party He had. Well, at least that’s work I can lose myself into doing. But damn! Art! And I have to blow Him if He wants. Will that be part of all the assignments He sets up for me? Shit! I’m going to have to rat myself out on this. After I clean the kitchen, instead of going to my chair, I go to where Master is sitting and grovel at His feet, hoping He won’t be angry at me for this brazen move. “what is it, alex,” He says in a gentle voice. “Tell Me, boy.”

“Master, when this slave just heard about being a naked slaveboy, and doing it for Art and everything else, it got angry and resentful. Angry to have this spring on him. Resentful for finding out this way and for it involves, being naked serving Art at His house after a party? Almost would be easier if it was to a complete stranger. Especially the blow job part.”

“Anything else, alex?”

I know He’s okay because He’s calling me alex. “And just that I’ll be serving Mitchell’s boss!”

“Are you through, boy?”

“yes, Sir.”

“I’m pleased that you came to Me with this and didn’t try to stew over it or keep it to yourself. it shows great progress in your willingness to humble yourself. Of course, none of it changes the facts. I have decided to put you out as a naked houseboy from time to time. I have decided that the first person to use you this way will be someone I know and trust. Your feelings in the matter about who it is, what he is, or even that he is, don’t matter at all. I know and trust Him. I don’t care how you feel about Him. He will be here shortly and you are to have coffee ready for Him and then go get dressed. And you know the rest. It will all happen exactly as I have decided it will happen. All of it. If He wants, you will blow Him. You don’t have to ask Him. He will tell you if He wants it. Otherwise the subject will not be raised.”

“yes, Master.”

“who are you, boy?”

“I am Your slave, Master?”

“Does your Master make all decisions about your life as His slave?”

“Yes, Master, You make all decisions about this slave’s life.”

“then you will obey Me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go get the coffee ready.”

“Yes, Master.” I do so and hear a knock at the door. Master opens and it is Art and they greet one another and sit at the table. I realize that I am already naked in front of Art. I bring Him His coffee and go to get dressed as Master instructed. I stay in the bedroom, waiting.

Master whistles for me, and I go to Him and Art. They are standing and shaking hands goodbye. Master Art says “Follow me, alex.” and leaves. I follow and get into His car and He drives away.

“I am very pleased your Master decided to do this with you. I was disappointed that night in the restaurant that I didn’t get a good look at your servitude to Mitchell, and I didn’t have a chance to see you naked either. This will do you a lot of good in understanding what it means to be a slave, and I will especially enjoy your naked presence and service here today, and looking forward to telling Mitchell all about it. I’m sure He’ll get a kick out of it. And, by the way, I’ll keep a riding crop handy in case it’s needed.”

We get to the house and He gets out of the car. I get myself out and follow Him. He enters the house and turns to me and says, “get naked right here and leave your things here. Then take a look around and get to work. What needs to be done will be obvious.” He walks away. I strip, trembling a bit and also unbelievably turned on by this humiliating event, and walk into the first room. Drinks, little places, napkins, ashtrays, all doable. Come on, alex, get lost in what you’re doing.

Every now and then He’ll come into a room where I’m working, and sit and watch me. He asks me why I was punished last night, and I told him about why, that I had not told Master about Barry. Then He’d get up and walk away. He was doing some work in His office at the same time, but He always kept the riding crop nearby, and always carried it with Him when He would come in to watch me work. He only ended up hitting me once, on the ass, because He caught me taking a glass of water without asking for permission first. And I have to tell you, I’m glad He didn’t feel He had to hit me any more than that, because that one lash from His riding crop hurt like the dickens! Actually put tears in my eyes.

About four hours later the bulk of the work was done. Only three bags of trash had to be taken out. He told me to do it, but when I go to the door with the first bag, He held up my shorts to put on, and I was relieved about that, about not having to walk out to the street naked in front of the whole neighborhood.

I finished all that and it was time to leave. I was waiting for Him to order me to blow Him, but fortunately He didn’t, and told me to get dressed and wait on the front step for Master. Master arrived a few minutes later and when I got in the car, He said that Art had given me a good report. I wanted to ask Him if this was going to be steady thing or what, but thought that I’d be better off if I just waited to find out, one day at a time. Much better way for a slave to think, I think.