The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Fourteen

1. Billy calls his Dad

“Dad, I think I may have pushed him too hard by bringing him up to the ranch.”

“To be honest, son, I’m kind of surprised that you brought him there so soon. I mean, just a week ago the boy was leading an ordinary life. So, tell me this: why are you rushing things so much?

“Not sure, Dad. I just thought it would be good for him, that it would help impress upon him how powerless he is, how much I am the one who determines what happens to him and how much I am willing to subject him to treatment by others.”

“and Billy, you’ve never been tested yourself at the ranch, or anything like that, have you?”

“No, Dad, you know that.”

“so you crossed a line. You chose to subject him to something that you’ve never experienced yourself.”

“True, Dad, to a point. Don’t forget that just a year ago you had me doing yard work for Master Adrian, and He worked me hard to a point where I just sat down on the ground and safeworded, so He brought me inside and caned my ass, then sent me out to finish the work He gave me to do.”

“That’s right, Billy. And how did you feel about it?”

“I was pissed at you so much, Dad, and to this day, whenever I see Master Adrian at a club, I want to punch His lights out.”

“so you were angry, resentful, wanting revenge, and hated me for putting you through such an ordeal.”

“Yes, Sir, of course. After all, I’m not a masochist and I’m not a sub and have no desires in that direction.”

“but alex is a masochist and a sub and has deep-seated desires that you’ve only just begun to explore.”

“Maybe it would have been better to send him to Master Adrian. Maybe that wouldn’t have been as bad.”

“But, Billy, you’ve got to ask yourself this, and now think carefully: was it really that bad for alex?”

“Dad, you know what they’re like up at the ranch.”

“Yes, of course I know what it’s like there. Don’t forget that I send crick up there on a fairly regular basis. They’re tough. They’re all hard workers and most of them have a sadistic streak and enjoy it when they have a sub to play with and put to work. And, you must remember that no matter how tough they may be, they have a keen sense of boundaries and limits, they know where to draw the line and also when to call it quits. Leroy would have their heads if they went too far.”

“And tell me, Dad, what kind of shape is crick in when you finally bring it home from there?”

“Somewhat quiet. Very subdued. More eager than ever to please me. And a couple of days after it gets back, I always let it have a chance to masturbate, and it tells me that its fantasies are usually about what happened up at the ranch. So it is clear to me that after the fact, its memory of what happened turns it on like crazy. And I’ll tell you this: whenever I tell it I’m bringing it to the ranch, it has never, ever, begged me to reconsider. That says a lot.”

“I guess so. But alex had no idea what it would be like. I didn’t give it any information other than to say it would be doing ‘slave labor.’”

“And what was its reaction?”

“Somewhat turned on by the whole idea. But Dad, when I saw it tied to the fence, dirty, sweaty, covered with marks and welts and cum, it broke my heart and I deeply regretted making it go through what it did.”

“It broke your heart, boy, because you’re in love with alex the boy. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think your feelings for the boy cramp your style as a Master of alex the slave. So, I have a couple of questions for you to answer: first of all, what did the guys at the ranch tell you?”

“That I shouldn’t make the slave go a whole day, but take it home after about 3 ½ hours. They said that was all it could handle.”

“So you can see how they knew when to draw the line themselves, even though they were apparently much harder on the boy than you’ve been able to be yourself.”

“True, Dad.”

“Okay. Next question: What shape was alex really in when you went to him?”

“Looking pretty miserable. And somewhat dazed. Couldn’t say anything. Totally passive. Dad, they tied it up and put a fucking dress on it because they didn’t want it to soil the van, it was so disgusting.”

“How did it react to that?”

“no reaction at all. like a rag doll. no protest, no struggle. It just let them do what they wanted to. And it stayed silent for a good long time on the way home.”

“Did it have anything at all to say?”

“Yeah, Dad, and my heart was almost broken. The first thing alex said was, ‘I love You, Billy.’”

“Wow. That says a lot. Billy, you’ve got to trust it. The boy had a rough day, clearly the roughest it’s ever been through. it was spacing out, according to your own observation, and unable to say much, yet the first words out of its mouth were, ‘I love you.’” Believe those words, Billy.”

“Oh, I do believe them, Dad, and honestly, I was really surprised to hear it say that. I thought for sure that it would complain or even vent its anger at me.”

“That’s what you were doing to yourself, boy. You’re still a novice Master and you’re forgetting something I’ve always tried to get you to understand. At all times, son, you have got to get out of your own head and observe the slave, observe its reactions, observe its body language and the things it has to say, even in the midst of the toughest treatment. Pay attention to that, son. After all of that, all the stuff it went through, after being put into what you saw as awful physical shape, after being tied up and wrapped up and thrown in the back of your van like a piece of junk, when it was finally able to speak, without a single doubt or regret in its mind, it told you that it loves you. That was its reaction to it all, no matter how roughly it was treated, no matter how miserable it may have been feeling. Pay very close attention to that.”

“Damn, Dad, I was so much in my own head that I temporarily lost the ability to observe what was going on outside of myself .”

“Tell me what happened when you got alex home again.”

“I cut off the rag it was wearing and the ropes binding it, and I helped it into the house. It couldn’t walk on its own.”

“It?”

“Yes, Dad, it? Why are you asking that?”

“Just to make you realize that you refer to alex as “him” a lot of the time. Now you’re beginning to accept that you’re turning it into a true slave.”

“Oh yeah.”

“And so, what did you do?”

“I literally carried it into the house and right into the bathroom. Got its boots off and laid it in the tub and ran the shower with slightly warm water. I stripped myself  and got into the tub with it and began to wash it as gently as possible because of the whippings it had received, and I stayed with it until it was clean, front and back. Dad, it was disgustingly filthy. It was a lot of work getting it clean again. And I was as gentle as I possibly could be.”

“So you followed your most careful, and I will also say, loving instincts. And after it got clean?”

“We went downstairs and I ordered it to grovel.”

“any resistance or hesitation?”

“No. It was subdued and totally compliant and obedient. In fact, it seemed to me like it eagerly got into position, that it needed to be with me that way.”

“So that tells you a lot about the effect the day had on it. It reinforced its understanding of itself as yourslave, as slave to a Master it is in love with. And then?”

“I let it stay there for a while, then nudged it with my foot and immediately it went about servicing me, just like always, but there was a very special tenderness about the way it was doing it.”

“Anything else?”

“I made it suck my cock, Dad, and again, it was intensely submissive and lost in what it was doing to obey me.”

“then you have nothing to worry about. The “adventure” it had this morning helped it settle more deeply into its understanding of itself as your slave, and it sounds to me like it was trying to show you how grateful it was to be alone with you again, doing things that it’s become used to doing.”

“Dad, you’re so perceptive. Even though you weren’t there to observe what happened, you described to me a lot of what must be going on inside its mind. its slave mind.”

“Precisely. And after you had your orgasm?”

“I decide to push a bit. I made it swallow a mouthful of . . .”

Dad cut him off. “Wow. Again, complete obedience?”

“Yes, Dad. OMG. What happened up at the ranch accomplished a lot, didn’t it.”

“Precisely. You see what just happened, Billy? By getting you to observe alex and the way it was behaving and submitting to your wishes, you got out of your head and put aside your own doubts that you’d done the right thing, and now you’re beginning to understand what effect what you call its ordeal had on it. And after swallowing your piss?”

“I ordered it into the cage, and it went willingly. I locked it in and it quickly fell asleep.”

“Safe in the cage, it seems. No resistance whatsoever.”

“No, Dad, none. then I came up here to call you.”

“and what’s going to happen later on today, after its much needed nap?”

“I promised it a treat. We’re going out to Romano’s for dinner.”

“Ah, you have a good instinct, son. Wonderful aftercare followed by a total switch in mood and a nice treat, and during your dinner please give it an opportunity to share with you everything that’s been on its mind today. One of those ‘safe space’ conversations between the two of you that are so very important, especially at a time like this.”

“Yes, Dad, that’s what I’ll do.”

“And don’t forget that in a day or two, allow it to pleasure itself, spin what happened today into a masturbation fantasy.”

“Or maybe I should bring it off myself , maybe even blow it.”

“I wouldn’t say so, Billy. Let it have privacy and a chance to savor whatever it needs to savor. Save the rest for another time.”

“Dad, I was planning for Michael and Robert to come up tomorrow and have some fun with alex.”

“Son, I would most definitely advise against that, at least for a few more days. Give yourself time to enjoy the new and deeper level of submission. Give alex time to express its devotion to you. I advise you to consider the next couple of days as a time for after care—and by that I don’t mean you should treat the boy with kid gloves. But explore the Master/slave sexual connection you are building with alex. Treat Yourself, son. Treat yourself to what it’s like to have a well-conditioned, and, I must say, well-trained slave boy who is happiest being yourslave. This not a time to share it with others.”

“Dad, I was planning on collaring alex when the guys were here.”

“Save that, son. Save it for a while longer. Maybe at the club, or, if you want, even here with your friends present. Besides, I’d like to be on hand for the collaring myself  if possible.”

“sure thing, Dad. I’ll work something out. And I have a wonderful idea about what its collar will be like.”

“surprise me, Billy. Anything else?”

“No Dad, thanks so much for all your insight and advice.”

“You are well on your way to becoming an excellent and caring Master, Billy. I’m proud of you.”

“thanks again, Dad. I love you.”

“I love you, too, son. Keep up the good work.”

And with that, the conversation comes to an end. And Billy goes downstairs and sits by the cage and simply observes his slave, fast asleep and feeling so safe and, we must suppose, so loved by its Master.

 

2. Alex tells of His day; Only Billy could be his Master.

 

I woke up from a wonderful dream. I don’t remember too many details , just Billy telling me in His sweetest voice that He was proud of me and that He was glad that He decided to make me His and own me forever. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had been sleeping in the cage and that it makes me feel safe to be locked up, knowing that all I had to was hit a red button and He would hear me. I stretched out my legs and realized that the door of the cage was unlocked and opened.

“Ah, my slave boy is awake.” I hear His voice from the other side of the room. “Come on out, alex, crawl over here to me. Keep your head as low to the ground as you can and get over here to your Master.” It’s an awkward process to get out of the cage, but I manage, and then, with my nose practically dragging on the ground I crawl over to Him and hear Him say, “That’s a good slave. Head down to the ground showing Me what you know what you are, an inferior being subject to my will, a slave whose only purpose in life is to give Me pleasure and make Me happy. Come on, boy. my toes are waiting for you to come home.” I get near Him and sure enough, His legs are spread out and my forehead bumps into His toes which are up in the air and wiggling. “New command for you, slave. The command is ‘come home’, or just ‘home,’ and you know it means that My feet want your attention. And when you are at my feet, you know you are home. That’s what the command means. So have at it, slave. Drool and lick and suck your Master’s toes and feet like the slave you are.”

I lose myself in the task and realize that He is so correct. When I am sucking His toes and licking His feet, I am truly home. This is what I’ve been looking for ever since high school, ever since I realized that I wasn’t only gay, but that my deepest need was to be a sub. A slave. But no one like Him ever understood how to get to me, how to set my inner slave trembling and pulsating and sending waves of masochistic pleasure flowing through my veins. And so here I am, at His feet, my Billy, my Master, and He is so beautiful, every single inch of Him, and there is nothing better than having parts of His body in my mouth, and especially, if not His cock, then His feet. Time stands still when I service Him this way. my mind ceases its meandering and I am totally focused on making love to every single piece of skin and bone and, oh yes, the crevices between His toes, which He especially likes me to lick and keep clean. Indeed. Master is so wise. This is home for me. Home for His slave boy.

Eventually, Master praises me and then reaches down to help me stand up, and I stand up and look into His eyes and fall in love even more deeply than ever before, and in my mind I beg Him to hold me and He hears me and puts His arms around me and cradles me as He sucks on my neck, my vampire Master.

“Okay, baby, we’re going upstairs now and your Master is taking you out to dinner as a reward for being such a good boy today. He holds me by the ring which hangs down from my collar and leads me upstairs and into the bedroom. What does He have in store for me next, I wonder. Whatever it is, it will be what is best for me, I know. He goes into the drawers of His bureau and picks out my black jock and tells me to put it on. Hmmmm. Haven’t worn this since we left my apartment. (is it still mine any more?). Then He takes a pair of His jeans and tells me to put them on. “You are wearing my clothing tonight, boy. I want to be able to surround your naked body and this is the best way. Besides, I want you to look good for me tonight.”

He smiles at me and I have trouble concentrating on pulling up His pants over my body. There are still spots on my ass and legs which hurt from the crops the Masters at the ranch used on me, but that is good. Like Master says, a slave should always have welts somewhere. I gladly wear them for Him, just only wishing He had been the one to lay them on me, but I know that it won’t be long before He does again.

“Now this will take some thinking. I would like for you to keep that collar on, so I have to figure out what I can have you wear which will hide it, or at least most of it. I know. This.” He hands me a shirt that has a tall collar and He helps me put in on and sure enough, it hides most of the collar, unless someone tries to look very closely and might only think I’m wearing some kind of weird necklace. “Perfect,” He says, and He kisses me on the cheek. “Now go brush your teeth. Your breath stinks of piss, slave.” I go inside to do what He’s told me to do and He follows me into the bathroom and says, wait a minute, boy. He pulls down His zipper and pees into the toilet and I watch, mesmerized as always by the sight of His cock, remembering how I had stared at Him that one time in the boy’s bathroom in high school and how that made Him realize I was queer for Him, and He told me that one day I would be a slave to His cock. How right He was! He finishes—well, almost finishes. “Bend down, slave and finish Me off like the piss –drinking faggot you’re becoming.” I do so. There’s a lot left and I let it fill my mouth and then gulp it down while He puts His hand on my Adam’s apple and feels His piss going down my throat. Not too much. Not yet, anyway. Never ever thought this would be something I’d be willing to try, but when it comes to Him I have no will of my own. “Good slave. Now go brush your teeth, and use mouthwash as well, then come meet Me in the living room.”

I do what He’s told me to do, and it is nice to have my mouth feeling fresh. I go into the living room and see that He is sitting on the couch and holding a large bath brush in His hand. Uh-oh, I think. “Pants down and over my lap, boy. Want to warm you up before we head off to dinner.”

I go to Him and open my pants and pull them down. “Just enough to expose your sweet ass, boy. Now, over my knees.” I get into position and wonder just how warm He wants me to be, just how much it’s going to hurt to sit in a chair at dinner. No worries. That is completely up to Him. He caresses my ass with the brush side and it kind of tickles for a bit. “don’t worry, alex, I’m not going to hit you over the marks from the crops. Just a little warm up so you remember that I own you.” And quickly, He slams the hard end of the brush down on my tender ass, never hitting me in the same place twice, but spreading the burn evenly across my ass. I cry out, but not too much. “Spread your cheeks, slave,” He commands, and I reach back and expose my hole to Him and He lashes it three times. Yeow! does that hurt!” I yelp out, knowing He never wants me to be brave or hide any pain. “It pleases Me to hear your pain, slave,” He has told me repeatedly, so I do my best to please Him as I cry out. “That’s enough. Stand up, boy.” I stand.he pulls up my pants, tucks in my shirt and pulls up my zipper. my button is still open and He tells me to button myself , so I do.

“Okay, baby, we’re off. I know you’re hungry because you didn’t have any lunch.” Oh yes, that’s right. I was so distracted by my state of misery and the humiliation of being ordered around and whipped with the crops by several guys I never met before. It’s so nice to feel clean again, even though my ass is now throbbing from the little beating Master has given me. “Follow Me, He says. “Always be a little bit behind Me whenever we are in public unless I order differently. That is your place. On your knees before Me, groveling before Me, and, when in public, following Me. Sit after I sit. Stand after I stand. Drink when I drink. Never on your own. Proper protocol in public is essential so you remember your place, because if you forget your place, you know what will happen for Me to remind you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’ll bring this brush with me, just in case. You can hold it on your lap in the car for me. And don’t forget to keep your legs spread as much as possible in those jeans.”

“Yes, Master. Always open for You, Master.”

“Good boy. From now until we leave the restaurant later, call me Billy. Nothing else. Try not to slip up. This restaurant is not a place to expose what you are to anyone. Understand?”

“Yes, M,.. um, Billy.”

He chuckles. Say it twenty times now: Billy, Billy

I do so, but it is very difficult at the end to keep saying because I can’t hold myself  back from laughing. Especially since He is laughing at my efforts. Damn, it feels good to be laughing again. Once again, Master—no, Billy—knows what I need. Finally I finish. “I love you, Billy, with all my heart and soul. Thank You for taking care of me and for training me to be the kind of slave that pleases You.”

“You’re doing a good job, sweetheart. By the way, this place is gay-friendly, so we can be affectionate with each other and don’t have to hide any of that. Just the Dom/sub stuff has to stay hidden. But you can feel the collar around your neck and the heat on your ass, so I don’t think you’ll forget what you are.”

“I’d never ever want to forget that, Billy. I love being Yours.”

“Never forget that I love you precisely because you are Mine and I own you and I can do anything I ever want to you and you will always thank me for it.”

“I won’t, Billy. It’s always on my mind.”

“Okay, alex, this is time for safe speech until dinner is over. There’s a lot you must want to tell Me, right?”

“Oh, I guess so, Billy.”

“I want to hear from your lips what your day was like, what you felt and thought, how you reacted, and what you’re feeling about it all now. I want your mind naked for Me, boy, even while you’re wearing My clothes. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.. Billy.”

“So . . . ?”

“So at the beginning I was very scared, terrified even. I relaxed a bit when I was made to grovel before Master Leroy, and then when He made me stand to inspect me, I felt more naked than ever before. If I’d been alone then I would have freaked, especially when He started handling me. And I must say, my nipples are still very sore from what He did to them.”

“I’m not surprised. I almost stopped him, but decided to let things be to see what was going to happen. He looked Me in the eyes when He was working your nips and I did nod my head, so He proceeded. AS usual, I was turned on by the sound of your pain, and started already getting hard and very ready to fuck the daylights out of you.”

“that was awesome, Billy, having all those men watch You fuck me, knowing they knew what I was to you. Actually it made me feel a little special.”

“why?”

“Because as I saw those three men fuck cory, I knew something like that would never happen to me because You promised me You will be the only Master to ever fuck me. My ass is Yours, Billy, inside and outside too, I guess.”

“No, boy, the outside is subject to other Master’s punishment. Consider what happened later on.”

“So true, Billy. So anyway, I got really scared again when I was led away by the foreman and realized that You weren’t going to be with me.”

“I was struggling not to follow them outside, to be honest, boy, but I decided that it was important for Me to allow you to be given into the hands of others, knowing for sure that they would only take it as far as they knew was sane. You may not have realized this, but your Papa sends crick up to the ranch pretty often, so I know something about what they do there and how ultimately sane they all are. crick has never ever come home seriously wounded or even bleeding, although they really put him through his paces. I’ve seen how exhausted he would be when he would come back home. And how marked up.”

“Papa really believes in subjecting him to that type of treatment then?”

“Absolutely. He calls it conditioning. He believes it is important for a slave to be abused by others---within totally safe parameters, to be sure—but really worked over, treated like a true slave, and those guys are all experts at it and really enjoy it. AND they all get to fuck crick when it’s there. Oh, and by the way, stop using a male pronoun when referring to crick. That’s a bad habit which will deserve punishment if you forget that you and he are not true males.”

“sorry, Billy. I’ll remember. So I was really frightened, especially by the way they talked to me, especially Bret. (I was calling him ‘blondie’ in my own mind.)” Billy laughs. “So keep doing it. It amuses me, baby. And I’m not particularly fond of him. I’m surprised that he manages to get along with the other guys because deep down inside, he’s a redneck homophobe of the worst kind.”

“I sure as hell learned that! He screamed at me a lot. Called me a disgusting faggot and everything else under the sun and accused me of grooving on him. In fact, He forbade me to look at His face and if He caught me doing it, He hurled even more abuse at me. I must confess, however, that I didn’t have much respect for Him. I thought He was a prisoner of His own homophobia, and also suspect that He’s a lot more gay than He can face. After all, why would He continue to work there with all those other supposed straight men who liked getting blow jobs from male slaves and liked fucking us when they can.”

“I don’t know for sure, because I didn’t have much to do with him, but I’ve also heard crick talk about him at times, and I think you might be hitting the nail on the head. I know that crick hates and fears him as well and has even begged Papa to keep him away. I do know that the other guys keep an eye on him mostly.”

“Mostly, maybe, but at the end, I was left alone with Him and it was pretty tough. H e made me pull that wheelbarrow on my own and it was far too heavy for me and He laughed at me when I fell and started kicking me and cursing at me, and He kept driving me on with the crops until the foreman came over and made him stop finally.”

“And what was going through your mind at the time, boy?”

“That was when I suddenly had this flash of insight and realized that I was being treated like a totally real slave and it blew my mind. By then I was miserable and I was losing my sense of things when all I could focus on was theh eaviness of the load I was pulling and Him screaming at me and hitting me all over the place and hurting me so much. I forgot I was Your boy, for a moment. I felt like that was my life now, that I was a total prisoner of them all and that it was the way my life would be until something happened to either rescue me or end my life.”

“wow. You know something, alex, it seems like ‘blondie’ did you a big favor. He brought you to the point where you had an experience that you may not have had otherwise.”

“True, perhaps, but I was also pretty miserable cleaning out the stables. The smell, the way I started sweating, the fact that the foreman made me pick up the horseshit I spilled on the ground with my bare hands, giving blow jobs without anyone making any comments, two of them cumming on my body, one on my face and the other down my chest, it was all pretty rough.”

“And yet you never safeworded.”

“Didn’t even think that would be allowed.”

“Something we never discussed, but we will if I decide for you to go back there another time some day. You know, boy, they were really impressed with you, the way you obeyed everything, the way you were willing to enter into the whole ‘game’ without complaining. they had nothing but good things to say about you. I was quite surprised, and a little concerned about why you had surrendered so much.”

“I was doing it for You, Billy. You wanted me there. You were allowing those things to happen. You had told me it was part of my training. And more than anything else, I wanted to make You proud of me.”

Billy reaches over and strokes my thigh affectionately. “Well, you did, alex, and because of that, I’m thinking that it won’t be necessary for you to go there again very soon. Of course, I could always change my mind and, if I did, I would expect the same behavior from you now that I know you can do it.”

“Understood, Billy. If that’s what I have to do sometimes to show You how much I love You, I’ll take it all, all over again, even surrender myself  totally into blondies hands. Besides, to be honest, I’m getting a little turned on just by thinking back to it all. Not that I’m asking to go back, please understand.”

“It did you a lot of good, boy. A big change has come over you since you were there. You’re more mellow, you more easily slip into your slavery. I like the way it’s affected you, boy. I never saw that with crick.”

“what do you mean, Billy?”

“Dad says it’s conditioning, but crick thinks of it as punishment. Rotten punishment. And I really think it gets resentful about the whole thing. Dad doesn’t agree with me, because crick is always totally obedient and subservient, but their relationship is completely different from ours, alex.”

“How so, Billy?”

“there’s no love there, on either side.”

“I can’t imagine what that would be like, Billy, not to love my Master the way I do.”

Billy picks up my hand and kisses it.

“That’s why I’m the only One Who could possibly be the Master you need, boy. That’s why you’ve never willingly surrendered yourself to any of the other Masters you’ve come into contact with during your years at the club. That’s why you’ve always felt like something was lacking. And I’ve seen Doms try to drive you deeply into sub space by the way they treated you in public, but it never seemed to click, and, if I’m not mistaken, I don’t think you ever agreed to go home with any of them either.”

“I didn’t, Billy, you were right. But I did hook up with other Doms I met on line.”

“And?”

“And, we had some very hot scenes, but it was never enough. And I allowed very few repeat performances, There’s only one Dom I was with for maybe 5 or 6 times, but the deeper He got into it with me, the more I started pulling back. I even began thinking that maybe I wasn’t meant to be a true slave, but maybe just a sub scene-player.”

“Well, then, I’m glad I decided to move in on you when I did. Actually it was something that I saw one night in the club that made Me realize I had to claim you before I would lose you forever. But enough now. We’re just about at the restaurant. We’ll continue this inside.”

“Okay, Billy. Or, I mean, “yes, Sir.”

Billy slaps me on the thigh and parks the car, and that’s the end of our discussion for now.

3. Dinner

 

We get out of the car and Billy walks across the parking lot with me dutifully walking behind Him and I could feel my useless dick trying to chub up in its cage just because for some strange reason I felt humiliated because I had to follow behind on my own without Him touching me and I imagined that everyone who was leaving the restaurant could look at me and wonder why I’m following this Man that I seem to be with and what is the pecking order between us. Maybe they’re not thinking anything at all about it, but the important thing is that in my experience is humbling and I am happy that my Master is treating me to a nice meal because I’ve been a good boy and because He loves me.

The smell of garlic fills my soul as we walk inside. The hostess greets Billy (but not me) and He has apparently made a reservation for a relatively private part of the establishment meant for couples. No big deal that we are both men; Master told me this place was gay-friendly! She leads Him to our table and I follow. Wow! We are in a very private cubicle. Master indicates where I will sit and it doesn’t escape the hostess’ notice. She smiles at Him as if to acknowledge His superiority and hand Him a menu but doesn’t give me one. I sit where Master told me to sit, and as I touch the seat I immediately spring up again because my ass is so sore from the spanking He gave me before we left the house. He says in a quiet voice, “Do I have to push you down into your seat, boy, or can you manage it yourself?” I sit all the way down and whisper to Him, “thank You, Master, for making your boy sore.” He winks and picks up the menu as the waiter comes to fill our water glasses and introduces himself to us. “Do you need another menu, Sir,” He asks.

“No, this is fine. I’ll be doing the ordering for both of us,” replies Billy, and that’s that. He asks what we will be drinking. Master orders a half carafe of His favorite wine and the waiter leaves to get it. I am very thirsty but understand that I may not drink until Master does, so I wait patiently, watching His hands more than anything else as He reads the menu. “I was thinking of allowing you to order your own meal,” He says to me, “but the hostess seemed to realize that I am in charge and never bothered to give you a menu, boy. I’m sure they’ll be talking about us among themselves,”he chuckles. Then He asks me if there is anything I would really like to have.

“Not capable of deciding anything for myself , Sir. Please choose what your slave will have to eat,” I answer. He continues to peruse the menu and takes a sip of His water so I do as well. “good boy,” He says. “I’m really hoping that nothing is going to happen that will require my picking up the strap when we get home, alex.”

“No, Sir,” I answer.

“I want you to eat as much pasta as you can handle tonight,” Master tells me. “And the bread sticks here are excellent. Eat a couple when they are brought to the table, but no butter for you.” I nod in submission.

The waiter, whose name is Mitchell, comes by with the wine, pours half a glass for Master to taste. Master nods His approval and Mitchell fills His glass all the way and then looks quizzingly to Him. “My boy will also have wine,” Master says, and I can feel myself blushing as Mitchell gives me a funny look and fills my glass.

“I am only having one glass of wine because I’m driving. I expect you to drink all the rest, alex, and you don’t need to wait for Me. The pasta will soak up the alcohol so you should be fine, and if you’re not, so much the better for Me to be able to take advantage of you when I get you home,” He says. “Not that I need a reason, do I, slave?”

“No, Master,” I answer and then immediately regret it because Mitchell is back at the table and overhears me, I’m sure. No. It hasn’t escaped his notice. “It’s always nice to know who’s the Dom,” says Mitchell, and asks Master about appetizers. He orders a capreze salad for Himself and an order of baked clams for me. I realize that He has never ever asked me about my preferences concerning food, but fortunately, I like baked clams. I’m not a classless bitch with no taste, fortunately, especially since I’m now a member of His family.

When Mitchell leaves, I say to Master, “Sir, You told me that they weren’t clued on to the scene.”

“Apparently that has changed. my father frequently comes here with colleagues, although I don’t think He’s ever brought crick here. He rarely lets crick out of the house except to do errands or to go serve other Masters, and I know for a fact that crick is really uncomfortable in public settings unless its’ in the club or at a lifestyle party.”

“May I ask a couple questions about crick, Sir?”

“You may ask. I’ll decide if I will answer.”

“thank You, Sir. Forgive this sub for being curious, but it would like to ask whether or not Papa and crick are married, Sir.”

“They are not. I told you there is no love in that relationship. It is strictly functional. crick was owned by one of Master’s closest friends, but its Master has a serious medical condition which prevented Him from keeping the slave. He was going to turn crick out into the street or perhaps see if He could find someone to buy him, but crick begged Him not to sell Him away to a stranger. Dad knew crick from His friendship with crick’s former Master, who asked Dad if He’d take the slave off His hands, and Master agreed provided the slave understood what its life would be like since the previous Master coddled the slave terribly. crick had had a taste of Dad’s discipline on more than one occasion and apparently was inclined to live a more restricted and demanding lifestyle, so it agreed to a six month trial period without being collared. Dad insisted on the trial and made crick understand that if He wasn’t pleased with the situation at the end of the six months,he’d find somewhere to relocate it. During the trial period, Dad sent crick to the ranch every two or three weeks and then told the slave that if He wasn’t pleased with its service He would simply give the slave to Master Leroy. But things seemed to have worked out. Dad is very strict with crick; you had a taste of Dad’s discipline and you saw the marks on crick’s body. In addition, Dad frequently puts the slave out to serve other Masters with domestic servitude in addition to its hard labor at the ranch. crick is relatively slow, put in some time as a Marine but found the life too easy so left after its first term of duty and was “adopted” by one of its fellow Marines who trained it as a slave then gave it away when He decided to reenlist. crick is tough as nails and thrives on a harsh way of life; you slaves are all made differently. So far it’s working out well for Dad. He’s kept the slave for three years now. Dad allowed Me to learn my skills as a disciplinarian by using crick until fairly recently. I have no idea what Dad is considering for the future. crick is almost 40 years old now, by the way. I really think it’s going to end up as a ranch slave eventually because Dad is thinking in terms of finding a slave who would be more suitable in a romantic way and now that I’ve taken ownership of you, Dad is definitely leaning more in this direction. No more questions, now. Here comes the appetizers. Shut up and eat. No more talk from you for a while, boy. Eat up those clams then finish your glass of wine and pour yourself another.”

Obviously, now that we know Romano’s is used to having kinky customers, Master doesn’t hesitate to order this slave around when Mitchell is near the table. In fact, I suspect He’s doing it purposely. Mitchell has a hungry look in his eyes when He looks at me now and I’m sure I’m blushing from my collar to the top of my head. When He leaves, Master had another command for me:

“Open the top two buttons of your shirt, slave, so your collar can be seen by anyone who looks at you, especially the waiter.” I do so, humbled by the way Master has decided to expose me to the young man who now has an evil gleam in his eye when he comes to serve us.

Mitchell doesn’t fail to notice when he comes back to take our food order. Master orders a seafood dish for himself and says, “For the boy, one of your homemade pastas with a Bolognese sauce, and ask the chef if he can make it arrabiata.”

“That should be no problem at all, Sir. I’ll be sure to let the chef know what you are interested in having for the boy,” he says, looking at my collar as he emphasizes the last word he says. “And Mitchell, I am very impressed with the quality of your service. May I presume to ask how old you are?”

“I’m 19, Sir. Been working here for four months.”

“do you like working here?”

“Oh yes, Sir. Mr. Romano is a great man to work for. He made a special exception to hire me so young because he is a friend of my father’s and has known me since I was a young tyke. He’s almost like a second father to me.”

“that’s wonderful, Mitchell, and he did a fine thing by allowing you to work here so young. Is he here tonight, may I ask?”

“Yes, Sir. Almost every evening.”

“Would you be so kind when you have a chance, to ask him to come to the table. I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you, Mitchell. I’m always pleased to meet someone able to give good service. Just like my boy, but he obviously serves in other manners.”

“I will, Sir, and I think I understand what You’re saying about the boy, Sir. I have no experience that way, yet, but Mr. Romano likes assigning me to couples such as you two. He says He’s furthering my education, Sir. Anyway, I must put in your order, and I promise to speak to Mr. Romano as soon as I see him.”

“thank you so much, Mitchell. I assure you that you will be suitably rewarded tonight, more than you might expect.” And with that, Master nods towards me. I wonder what is going on. I just keep eating my clams and drinking my wine and, when finished, empty the glass and pour another as expected.

Master has finished His salad and starts to speak to me again. “I was telling you how I realized one night at the club that I had to claim you for myself  before I ended up losing you. I’ll explain why: I was at the club one night and saw you nude with your hands handcuffed behind your back and on your knees servicing a Dom’s boots. I didn’t think much of it until about 15 minutes later after I had ordered a glass of wine and was sitting with my back to the bar observing you. You were still at the Master’s boots, but it was clear you were getting restless and probably bored. The Master nudged your head and told you kneel up. ‘So you think you want to be a slave, do you, boy?’ and you nodded your head. The Master continued: ‘Well, let me tell you this: when a slave has been ordered to service a Master in any way, it must lose itself in the task for as long as the Master wishes, even if it means the slave will serve in the same way for an entire evening. A true slave knows it has no right to get tired or bored because every ounce of its mind is lost in its service. You have a long way to go, boy. You’ve been quickly bored and it shows in the lackluster way you’ve been acting, as if you’re tired of that and wish to move on to other things. Is that not true, boy?’

‘Yes, Master,” you answered. ‘I’m sorry, Sir.’

‘So I’m really not sure you have what it takes to be a good slave. Right now, you’re just a slut looking for subby adventures.’

‘Very sorry, Master. This boy really does want to be a good slave, the best slave it can be.’

‘And why is that, boy?’

‘because this boy really believes that is the only way it can be happy, Sir. because this boy has known for years now how much it needs to be ruled and controlled and disciplined under a Master’s care.’

‘Good answers, boy, but they are only words. Only actions can reveal what a boy really wants.’

‘Sir, this boy begs your forgiveness and begs permission to return to the task You assigned it to do for as long as You want it to serve You in that way.’

‘I’ll take your word for it, boy. So get the fuck back down there and get my boots wet and lick up your spit and when you’re done start all over again until I am convinced you mean what you’re saying, boy. Do you understand, bitch?”

‘Yes, Sir,’ you said and immediately got down on the ground and started dripping your saliva over the Dom’s boots.

‘I will give you a bit of incentive, boy, but under no circumstances are you to stop what you’re doing,” says the Dom, who takes off his belt and lays a few stripes on your shoulders with His belt. You moan and force yourself not to cry out, but just continue sucking your spit off the Dom’s boots the way He ordered you to. Finally, He stops whipping your shoulders and puts His belt back onto His pants. I continued to watch, and another 10 minutes go by and it really seems that you had lost yourself in what you were doing without flagging in zeal.

‘That’s a good boy. You may stop briefly. Kneel up.’ You obey Him. He looks at you intently and slaps your face several times. Your response, with tears in your eyes, is to say ‘thank You, Master, for training this lowly sub.’

The Dom says to you, ‘Be here next week at this same time. Be prepared for Me to claim you and bring you home with Me for additional training and possible ownership. Would you like that, boy?’

‘very much, Master. this boy promises to be here next week for whatever You might have in mind. it will be on vacation from work by then, Sir, so has as much time as You would like to train it to be the kind of slave You deserve.’

‘Excellent, boy. I’ll be looking forward to it. But for now, get back down on those boots, faggot, and show Me how much You want Me to spend time training you.’ And down you go. It was then I realized that if I didn’t make my move you might end up being trained and owned by another Dom, and I couldn’t risk losing you. You had given Me important information—namely, that you were beginning your vacation. And so, before you had a chance to return to that Dom, I contacted you and began our reunion, this time as you naked and ready to be owned by the only Man who could truly give you what you need.”

At that point, Mitchell comes to the table bearing our dinners. “Sir,”he says to Master, “Mr. Romano is occupied at the moment but promises to stop by to meet you by the time you’ve finished your meal.”

“thank you, Mitchell. This food looks wonderful. We will enjoy it thoroughly.” and before Mitchell leaves the table, He hears Master tell me, “start eating, boy. I hope the sauce is good and spicy. I want heat in your mouth. And don’t forget to keep sipping that wine. You’ve got at least another glass to go.”

At this point, I couldn’t be any more ashamed at the way He’s humiliated me in front of this 19 year old kid. “Yes, Master. Thank you for making it spicy for your slave.” And I return Mitchell’s glance before He looks at my collar once again and then leaves us be.

The food is spicier than I’m used to, but I find that even my meal is turning me on, is a way of Master toying with me in this luxurious place.

“Master, may I ask a question?”

“No, boy. Eat. I want you to clean your plate.”

Funny. When Master refused to allow me to ask my question, I immediately put it out of my mind, and by the time the meal was over, I couldn’t even remember what I wanted to ask. Obviously, the question wasn’t very important.

We just about finished eating, when Mr. Romano came by. Master stood up to shake his hand and I started up as well, but Master gestured for me to stay seated. “He’s come to meet me, not you, boy. Take a piece of bread and finish sopping up the sauce in that plate. I told you I wanted you to clean it.”

I did what I was told, returning to sub space before I had a chance to be resentful by the way He was treating me, but then I realized that Master was demonstrating to Mr. Romano how much control He had over this inferior boy sitting at the table with him. Mr. Romano was no stranger to kinky things, obviously, and congratulated Master on having such a well-trained and docile boy under His control. Master mentioned that Papa came here often, and, indeed, Mr. Roman knew him wall and admired him and was grateful for his patronage. Then Master spoke up.

“I have a request to make, and it is perfectly acceptable to me if you don’t think you can provide what I’m about to ask for.”

“If it’s in my power, it will be done, Sir. What would you like to ask?”

“Your waiter Mitchell has impressed me very much, not only with the attentive quality of his service, but also to the calm and affirming way He has reacted to our situation here despite his youth.”

“Thank you for your kind words, Sir. Mitchell is very special indeed, and between the two of us, I suspect He may well be interested in the type of dynamic He’s witnessed since He’s been working here, and in the two of you especially. I sincerely suspect He has strong Dom tendencies which are beginning to emerge as time goes by.”

“then perhaps my request will aid in that process. I was wondering if you could spare him being absent from serving for, let us say, 15-20 minutes, so I could have him take my boy to a private place and have my boy show him how grateful he is, if you know what I mean.

Mr. Romano gets a twinkle in his eye. “What an interesting proposition. Of course, I will need to speak with Mitchell to find out if that would be something He would enjoy. It may well be his first time if I’m not mistaken. And, if he is interested, by all means, I can make my own office suite available so your slave can tend to him. I’ll tell you what: I’ll speak to Mitchell, and if he is indeed interested, I’ll simply have him come back here and summon the boy to follow him. Will that be suitable?”

“Excellent. And like I said, if this is not a good time or if Mitchell would perhaps prefer to delay his introduction to such matters, that is perfectly fine.”

“I suspect he will welcome the opportunity. Thank you very much for offering your boy’s services. May I ask its name?”

“its name is alex.”

“Very well. Let me go speak with Mitchell. You are in fact the last table He has this evening, so this is a good time. And it will give me a chance to come back here and get better acquainted with you, Billy.”

Mr. Romano leaves the table. Billy looks at me and says, “finish the wine. You might have the honor of giving that young man his first blow job. Make sure it is memorable for him. And make sure you get naked so he can have the full experience of being serviced by a collared slave.”

“Yes, Master.” And I find myself hoping Mitchell is indeed interested. Shortly after that, Mitchell comes back to the table looking quite excited and says to me, “alex, follow me.” And leaves the table. Quickly I follow, realizing that I am a bit woozy from all that wine. Hungry and eager to taste the cock of such a handsome and gifted young man.

He takes me through the kitchen to a back door which opens into a very nice office area. There is a couch. Mitchell isn’t the least bit shy. “Get naked,” He says to me without hesitating. As I am stripping, he takes off his apron and starts rubbing his dick through his pants. Once I’ve stripped, he takes his time looking me over but doesn’t touch me.

“so, you lucky slave, you’re going to have the honor of giving me my very first blow job.” Without hesitating, he opens his pants and drops them to the floor and his hardening prick pops out. Beautiful piece of meat, that’s for sure. About six inches, not too thick. It will fit down my throat nicely. I am already salivating. Mitchell stands there. “On your knees, alex.”

I fall to my knees. “Like this cock, boy?”

“It’s awesome, Sir. Perfect size and damn you’re hard.”

“I’ll tell you what I want you to do. Start by licking it from the base to the tip, then get it wet with your spit. Then suck your spit off it and then, when I give the word, swallow it all the way to the base and play with it with your tongue.”

I do what he says, and throughout the entire process she keeps ordering me exactly what to do. His sighs and moans are awesome with His youthful voice in which can still be heard the young boy underneath the voice of the man he’s becoming.

I work on Him for a while, thenhe says, “Okay if I fuck your face, boy?”

“You can do it any way you want it, Sir.”

“Good.” He takes hold of my head and, sure enough, fucks my mouth and throat hard and fast and he talks dirty while he’s pleasuring himself in my mouth. “fucking slave cocksucker. Damn this is hot. Oh so fucking good. Let me feel your tongue, slave. Shit! I’m gonna cum quick!” And with that, he hollers out and starts spilling the largest load I think I have ever swallowed and it is so amazingly sweet, this young spunk from this sweet boy. “Yeah, take my load in your fucking mouth, faggot slave. Take it all. Swallow it down, bitch. Holy fucking shit. Can’t wait till I have a slave of my own.” He quickly pulls out of my mouth at that point. “too sensitive now,” he giggles and laughs.

“Pull up my pants and put everything away, slave,” he says. I do so. “Let me take a closer look at you, especially at that thing round your cock.” He toys with it and pulls on it a bit and tries to pull it off and I grunt. “Locked tight, eh?”

“Yes, Sir. Can’t get hard or cum.”

“Holy shit. Hot. Knowing I got to shoot my load down your throat but you can’t even touch yourself. Makes me feel even more powerful.”

“well then, Sir, if you ever get a slave of your own, you know how to keep it in line.”

“and you’re shaved, too. that’s also hot.” He pulls on my balls and then reaches between my legs and finds me smooth back there. Then he swats me on my ass.

“You can swat me all you want, dude,” I say.

‘Fucking hot. But I’ve got to get going. You can get dressed after I leave here. I won’t say thank you because after all, you’re a slave. You had no choice about this.”

“No, Sir, I should be the one thanking you. thank You for allowing me to be the first to ever suck on your awesome dick and drink your load. It was a hot for me as it was for You.”

“nice to know. Damn, this slave thing is a good deal. I’ll have to look for more opportunities.”

“good luck, Sir. Happy hunting. Always remember how I was Your first cocksucker.”

“Don’t worry about that, slave. I’ll never forget how I first got my nut off in a slave’s mouth.”

He swats me again and takes off. I get dressed, wishing more than ever that I could jerk off to the memory of what just happened. I return to the table. Master is enjoying a cup of coffee with Mr. Romano. I stand silently behind Master. Mr. Romano speaks to me, “I hope you gave my guy a memorable experience, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.he appeared pleased.” Mr. Romano gets up and says goodbye to Master and says, “I’ll have Mitchell bring your boy his coffee. I respect a Master who doesn’t deprive his slave of its coffee.” they both chuckle.

A couple minutes later, Mitchell, still red-faced, brings the coffee to me. “Here’s something else for you to drink, boy, but it’s not as tasty as what I gave you.” He winks at me and leaves.

“a real treat for you, slave. Something you’ll never forget. Or Mitchell, I’d say.”

“Yes, Sir. He really enjoyed it. And he is a natural Dom, I think. He realized that there was no reason to thank me for servicing Him. And he didn’t hesitate to swat my ass a few times.”

“Just what you need. Still sore?”

“not much, Master.”

“I’ll take care of that when we get home. And I’ve decided I’m not going to let you blow me tonight. Keep Mitchell’s taste in your mouth for as long as possible. No. I’ll fuck you after I work you over. I want you crying when I enter your pussy, boy. Let’s get going. The check is already settled.”

We get up, and Master leaves a $100 tip for Mitchell. Such a nice Master. Hhe leaves the table and, head bowed because a lot of the workers here are staring at me as if they know what happened in Mr. Romano’s office, I follow Him out to the car and get in. He orders me to strip, and I ride home naked in the dark night, wondering how Master is going to make me cry when we get home.

END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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