The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 68

Spike gives us the rules.

We’re just finishing breakfast; I’m on the floor in the corner with my bowl of “slave mush” (which Master has decided to call it, this mixture of Pablum, vitamins, proteen and CBD,) and Master’s cell phone rings. He answers the call. It is Spike. Master puts it on speaker.

We hear Spike’s voice: “I want both of you to hear this so you have no confusion about that is going to happen tonight. First of all, just some general information. Usually, all slaves are completely hooded, and it is each slave’s Master’s choice whether or not the slave can see or whether it is completely blindfolded. Some slaves are locked into chastity; the ones who are not must have their hands bound so they cannot touch their cocks. In your case, however, since it is your slave’s first time appearing with our group, it will not be hooded so that all Master’s can see its face clearly, and it is also not caged, so that all Master’s can view its cock and perhaps have an opportunity to touch it or smack it or whatever Master decides is allowable. Slave will remain free-faced with its cock swinging through the evening. Slaves are gathered in a lounge near the back door of the residence. All are bound in one way or another until called forth into the gathering. You, Billy, will be introduced to the other Masters one by one, and then Your slave will be brought forth, collared and on a leash let by Me and presented to all the assembled Masters. Your slave will kneel up. Each Master will approach and the slave will use its mouth and tongue to make sure the Master is hard and then will take each Master’s hard cock into its mouth and hold it there until the Master decides to withdraw. This way each Master has a taste of the slave’s mouth and the slave has a detailed knowledge of the shape and size of each Master’s cock. If necessary, it will choke if the Master’s cock is bigger than it usually can accommodate. This is how it is presented to the Masters. In addition to this, We encourage You, Billy, to mark Your slave well before bringing it to the meeting for the first time.

At that point the other slaves will be brought into the meeting room. Your slave, Billy, will kiss the feet of each of its brother slaves as an acknowledgement of its inferior rank with regard to the other slaves. From that point on, regular club rules are in effect, namely the following:

1. Each Master has total authority over His slave. No Master may touch a slave in any way whatsoever without its Master’s permission. Slaves are not addressed by any name other than an assigned number.
2.  A Master may require a slave to service another slave as an act of humiliation. Obviously, each Master’s approval is required if You desire this further humiliation of Your slave to help establish its total inferiority to every single member of the club, Master or slave. You need to keep in mind that slaves’ orgasms are strictly prohibited.
3.  Some slaves will bear the marks of a prior beating, just as Yours will for its first presentation to the group. A slave that is not marked by its Master prior to the meeting will be publicly whipped during the meeting. Safe words are respected. It is up to the Master to decide who will wield the whip, or strap, or cane, or whatever else the Master prefers.
4.  One room of the residence, usually a large bathroom, will be designated as the watersports room. Most of the slaves have already been trained as urinals and will be used as such by its Master. It is up to Masters to decide whether or not a slave will serve as urinal for another Master. At one point in the evening, all slaves will be marked with the piss of all Masters. Warm showers will follow unless a Master requires that a slave be given a cold shower.
5.  The watersports room will also hold a large container of fresh water and slaves will only drink water from that trough at the Master’s bidding.
6.  A generous buffet is provided for Masters’ enjoyment. Each Master decides whether or not to feed His slave with small portions from the buffet.
7.  A special slave gruel will be available in a large bowl on the floor and slaves may be there to bow down to partake of its contents.
8.  Any Master who wishes may give a public demonstration with His slave according to His specifications. There are a couple of Masters who enjoy certain special “skills” and Who delight in showing off those skills to the others.
9.  No slave is allowed to speak at any time unless directly ordered to do so by its Master. Any slave who violated this rule will be beaten with fists by Masters who excel at this form of discipline.
10.  No blood-letting of any kind is allowed except by accident. Any slave that bleeds will receive immediate first aid treatment.
11.  No slave is allowed an orgasm at any time during the evening. “Accidental” orgasms are punished by caning.
12.  All Master’s anonymity is protected and expected. Any violation of this policy will result in permanent barring from future gatherings. The only person who retains identities and contact information of Masters Who are Members of this club is Myself.

Billy, do you have any questions about these policies?”

“Everything sounds clear and I willingly will make sure that these policies are enforced with My slave. I would also like to ask when the meeting begin and when they end [FBC1] .”

“The normal gathering time is 9 pm. Latecomers will not be admitted to the meeting after 9 pm. The meetings conclude at 2 am. All members are expected to remain at the meeting until that time. Slaves who are exhausted before that time are ‘put away’ be being chained to a holding cell. One further piece of a advice, Billy. We prefer that slaves be fed and watered at home before being brought to the meeting and also cleaned out if they are to be fucked. Collars and leashes are the norm. We also suggest that slaves be given adequate rest during the day, and, of course, remind You of Your obligation to mark Your slave as much or as little as possible, Your call, before presenting it to its first meeting.”

“It will be well-marked, Spike. And for your records, My slave will be referred to as 15.”

“Very well. The address of the meeting will be texted to you at 7 pm this evening. I look forward to seeing You at the meeting tonight. Take care for now.”

“thank you, Spike, and thanks again for Your decision to admit me as part of the group. I am looking forward to meeting the other Masters. I look forward to see You and the other Masters tonight.”

The call is terminated. Master leaves the kitchen, ordering me to clean up and then crawl into His office to serve at His feet, which I do as commanded. While I lick and suck His feet as usual, Master conducts business on His computer and makes a number of phone calls, most of which are to people who would never be able to imagine that there is a naked slave under His desk servicing His feet. My attention is drawn to a conversation Master has with Papa. Among other things, He asks if His Father would send crick over to keep an eye on me while He goes out to review a couple of new homes He is considering to purchase as He prepares to move away from the home compound. He tells His father that I will be caged so crick won’t need to do much other than just make sure I am safe while Master is gone. So I guess it is true then: we will be moving away from this place, and I must confess that I am pleased this is going to happen. There’s too much history here and I think it will be good for us to move somewhere where we can be the ones to be building its history. Anyway, I tune in especially to one particular part of the conversation.

“. . . so, Dad, I’ve been invited to Spike’s gathering this evening and I’m looking forward to it very much.”

“Technically, I am a member of that group but rarely attend any more. If I do attend, it will only be to a meeting which You have decided not to attend. I don’t think it appropriate for us to both be active in the same space at the same time. As for Myself, I belong to another club of a similar nature which is only open to Masters over 55 years old, but even then I rarely attend with this particular slave. I should also let you know that, thanks to your encouragemet, I am seriously considering either giving crick its freedom or making arrangements to give it to another Master. I’m already considering a fellow a few years older than you, one for whom I already have particular affection. It is completely inexperienced at this point, so I’m on the fence whether or not I want to go through with all the hassle of training it despite an obvious emotional interest.”

“Dad, go for it, Dude! It would be so good for You and will add a lot to the quality of Your life. It’s been too long that You haven’t had someone to love and care for, and if this new interest could lead to that possibility, it’s worth it to give it a try. I’d really like to see You in such a relationship, no matter what form it may take. Please don’t shy away from it, Dad, if the boy’s inexperience is an issue. You may be surprised at how lovely it would be to have a boy who is a ‘blank slate,’ one who can help You redefine what it means to You to be a Master Who has complete freedom. Both hank and crick came to You with considerable baggage. And Dad, I can tell You from experience now that it is so refreshing not to have to deal with already ingrained habits and ways of thinking.”

“When did My Son become so wise?”

“He takes after His Father, Dad. I love You and wish You the best.”

“Love you as well, Billy. Have a good time this evening.”

“Hope so, Dad. Bye for now.”

A second conversation is with His mother. He just kicked me hard and I realize that I was slipping in my “enthusiasm” at His feet because I got distracted by paying too much idle attention to what He and His Father were talking about. I take a deep breath and go back down to the tips of His toes and begin all over again, making sure I show my love and adoration of Master by the way I make love to His feet. Meanwhile, I can’t help but pay attention to this new conversation.

“Mom, if I may make a suggestion?”

“what is, Billy?”

“Please don’t speculate about the way I’ve chosen to my life. Yes, I am my Father’s son, but He had no direct effect on the way My sexuality is developing. Besides, Mom, I just married alex, so that alone should tell you that I am most definitely my own man and am not planning to follow in His footsteps about a number of things. I married alex because we love each other. That is all you need to know.”

“I’m sorry, Billy, sometimes the old wounds break open again. I understand what you are saying and I love you for saying it. And of course, I want to meet this fellow who has touched your heart so deeply that you decided to marry him. I’ll be traveling the next couple of weeks, but if we could plan to get together as soon as I return home, that would be wonderful.”

“Sure thing, Mom. Oh by the way, I’m buying my own home away from Dad. In fact, I have to end this call now because I have appointments with My realtor coming up in just a few minutes.”

“Ok, Billy, sweetheart. That’s great news about you moving away from him.  I love you and look forward to meeting you and your new husband.”

The call ends.

Master pushes His chair back from His desk and orders me to stand underneath the overhead light in the bathroom. I do so and He looks me up and down and feels around in places that are still sore. “alex, I think that you are already marked up enough. If I beat you more today, you wouldn’t be able to take much of anything tonight, so I think we’ll play it safe. And as far as “safe” goes, sit up. This is time for a safe conversation. I want to know what your reactions are after receiving all that information from Spike. It seems like He left no stone unturned.”

“You’re not kidding, Master.” Everything sounds pretty good, I guess. There’s nothing that frightens me because You’ll be in charge of me all the time. And that part about tasting the hardon of all the Masters, holy smokes! That is wild for someone like me!”

“Slut!” Master lightly slaps my face.

Master chuckles. “Okay, slave. Go down to the dungeon and wait for Me on your knees.”

Master comes down and refreshes my water bottle and then has me crawl into the cage. He locks it and says “I will be upstairs until crick gets here and then I’m leaving to check out real estate. Try to sleep, boy. That would please Me.”

“Yes, Master. Good luck hunting.”

He turns off all the lights and goes upstairs.

I do manage to fall asleep despite the pain of the beating I received, but all of a sudden I become aware of a presence in the room outside my cage. I open my eyes and can barely make out the shape of a body sitting next to the cage. “Shht! it whispers. It’s crick here, alex. Just been watching you sleep wishing you’d wake up.”

“Why did you want me to wake up?”

“So I’d have someone to talk to. Been pretty much silent and feeling alone since you and your Master left us after my Master spanked you. Master William doesn’t like talking to me or hearing my voice unless I’m crying out, and lately He’s become more and more distant. It’s freaking me out. I think my days with Master William are numbered. He’s gotten tired of me.”

“Have you ever been able to talk to Him about this, about what you’re feeling and thinking?”

“No, alex. Not at all. Master just keeps putting me out to work and then using me for sex when I get home, then mush to eat and right back into the cage until morning. The only break in the monotony is when He decides to discipline me, and even that hasn’t happened much lately. And tomorrow, He’s bringing me up to the ranch and making me stay and work there and serve the rest of the crew for at least an entire week, maybe longer, He says.”

“wow. I couldn’t handle that at all. The only time Master had me there I only lasted half a day.”

“Well, with all due respects, alex, you’re not made for hard labor. I’m used to it. In fact, I like it. The harder the better. I like the burn in my muscles and have a taste for back-breaking work. Always did. Worked construction all through high school and then in the marines did a lot of grunt work. So it’s no bother for me, and at least on the ranch I’ll have a lot of attention and I can take a lot from those guys. They know me pretty well by now and they know how tough I am. They enjoy getting some cries out of me from time to time. All except for Eugene. He’s a fucking bastard and does everything possible to put me in agony one way or another. But no one ever leaves Him alone with Me for long.”

“so it doesn’t sound like you hate being at the ranch.”

“No, I guess I don’t. But the idea that Master is just leaving me there for a week or even longer has me wondering what’s going to become of my future with Master or what He’s planning to do with me next.”

“do you love Him, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m in love with my Master and He’s in love with me too. That makes things really intense for us both.”

“I have no feelings for Master William whatsoever. It’s never been like that. I’m just a grunt slave meant to work hard and satisfy men’s cocks when They want. Master William just says I’m property.”

“are you afraid that He’s going to get rid of you?”

“Yes. Afraid of what the changes will be. Afraid of being turned out into the streets—although I’m sure I can get by. Not getting any younger though, so that’s an issue for a lot of possible future Owners. Damn it, alex, I don’t want to be on my own. Don’t know if I could handle it.”

“Sounds like you have to find a way to communicate this with Master William. But hey, I have an idea!”

“What’s that?”

“When you’re at the ranch, do you get a chance to speak with the guys on the crew or even with Master Leroy?”

“the guys on the crew talk to me; anyway most of them do.”

“Well then, speak with them about what you’re thinking and what your fears are. I’d bet that somehow this will make its way back to Master William.”

“Possibly. Not a bad idea. Worth trying, alex. Thanks for the idea.”

“Sure thing, brother slave.” I yawn deeply.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, alex. You’re supposed to be resting. I’m sorry for getting you all riled up. I just needed to talk a little. I’ll go back upstairs now and leave you to relax. hit the button if you need to speak or anything.”

“Sure thing, crick. Good luck. I’ll bet that if Master William wants to be done with you, He’ll find somewhere for you to be and someone to take charge of you. What if He just sold you to the ranch?”

“That would be fine, I guess. I just wish I knew what’s coming next, if anything.”

“Master always tells me, ‘don’t anticipate!’ Probably good advice for you as well. Stay in the moment. That’s what I’ve been getting trained to do and you know what? It works well most of the time.”

“For you, maybe, but you’re a different kind of slave than me and your relationship with your Master is very different and not something I would even want for myself. But enough talk. I’ll leave you alone for now. Try to get some rest. Those evenings with Spike’s group are very demanding, especially for a first-time slave such as you will be tonight. Been there, don’t that.”

And without further ado, he makes his way upstairs and before long I fall asleep again until Master comes down for me a few hours later. it’s the lights that wake me up more than Master’s footsteps, I think. He stands outside the cage and watches me as I manage to wake up from a deep sleep.

“I’m pleased, boy. You got some rest.”

“Yes, Master, quite a bit.” He unlocks the door and opens the cage and waits as I make my way out of the cage. He tells me to stand and then puts His arms around me and gives me a wonderful hug and starts kissing me. I can taste the beer He obviously drank not too long ago.

“This was a successful trip. I’ve found two properties that have Me very impressed. I put binders on each of them and have until Sunday night to place an offer once I’ve made up My mind. I think I’m going to bring you over tomorrow to see them as well. I want you to be completely honest with Me about your reactions to each of them. I was thinking that I wouldn’t let you be part of the process, but decided that I want you to react as My husband and My slave. A sub might see things that a Master passes by. Hmmmmm…..I’m thinking that it could be that marriage has made a bit of a difference. Maybe that’s why I changed my mind about including you rather than just dealing with it as your Master the way I deal with everything else. But this is a question of our---Master and slave or Husband and husband—a question of our home, one of the biggest decisions that people ever have to make. It doesn’t make sense for Me to have to make the decision alone. Something interesting to think about.

“Billy, what You’re saying makes perfect sense to me, and I am very grateful that You decided we have to do this as husbands, because, in effect, that’s what’s going on.”

“I can think of only one difference.”

“What is that, Sir?”

“That in our case, I know that you will be absolutely truthful with Me and hold nothing back for yourself. After all, that’s the way I’ve been training you. But I’d bet that some straight couples aren’t always as honest with one another about their reactions for any number of reasons. Most people always have things they hold back. Slaves don’t dare, if they know what’s good for them.”

“this slave obviously can’t speak for straight couples or any other couples at all, but what You say about training this slave to hold nothing back really pays off in this situation. And I especially want to see the basements, because that’s where the playrooms or dungeons will be.”

Billy winks at me. “I want something light to eat before we head out. It’s 7:45 now.”

“How about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and milk?”

“Perfect! Go make our lunch, boy, and you don’t have to crawl right now. You’ll be doing enough of that tonight anyway.”

With a smile on my face, I go to fix ‘lunch’ and Master comes in to put milk in my sippy cup (the only cup I’m ever allowed to use, Master decided) and pour Himself a glass as well. We sit down at the table together and enjoy our treats, and it feels nice to be sitting here next to Master, or, maybe better, next to my Husband. Oh shit! New levels of complication assert themselves.

But at least, I’m naked. And have the leather collar around my neck. And once I finish my sandwich, I put the sippy cup next to Master’s place and slide off the chair and kneel at His side like usual. He doesn’t look the least bit surprised. He picks up the cup and puts the end in my mouth so I can suck my milk. And as easily at that, we switch gears. It’s seamless. After I finish cleaning up the kitchen, Master announces, “Showers!” and we make our way to the bathroom and get into our usual routine, except for the fact that Master pisses into the toilet. I guess I looked surprised, because He explains Himself to me: “I wasn’t going to have you take My piss into your belly after you just drank a full glass of milk. The combination just grossed Me out.” I lean over to Him and kiss Him on the cheek.

“What’s that for?” He asks with a smile.

“That’s for how You always seem to have my well-being very high on Your list of priorities.”

“Of course I do, boy. I fucking own you. I don’t want you to get broken. Property.” he says with a snide look on His face, and I know it’s because He loves me so much and He loves what we’re building together.

And so anyway, showered and sucked and dressed properly, we make our way to the address Spike texted to us. I grow increasingly nervous and at one point I just reach out my hand to place on His thigh, and He covers it with His. I suspect we are both nervous, first-timers that we are.