The Alex Chronicles

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

At the diner:

The waitress comes to hand us menus. “just for Me, thank you,” Master says, “and would you please bring the boy (pointing to me) a tall class of chocolate milk before drives Me crazy?”

She winks at me and walks away. Billy starts laughing out loud.

“May this slave ask what is so funny?”

“We got you good, brat! I know her. She’s a Dom dyke and we’ve seen each other at different gatherings and things. She knew exactly what I was doing the minute I told her to give only Me a menu.” We both chuckle.

She comes back with the milk and I say, “thank You, Ma’am.” She winks at me again, points to me with her thumb and says to Billy, “So where did you pick up this piece of property? You been trolling the jail yards again?” “Just a trick?” “short stay?”

Billy and I are both having a ball laughing. This gal is a piece of work. Love her!!!!!

Billy gets Himself under control and looks at her, and in His most authoritarian voice, says to her, “Ownership!”

“Hey, dude, congrats. Gotta run now. I’ll be back in as soon as I can. Coffee?”

‘Yes, please for both of us. Finish that milk before the coffee comes, boy.”

“Yes, Master.” She’s gone by now. “May this slave ask her name, Master?”

“Ma’am” is enough for now. If  She wants you to know, She’ll tell you. Now get back to your story. Bathhouse memories.

“Wow! I can think of one right away. It was when I was really a total beginner. This Asian guy came into my room. Damn, Asian guys are experts at pain! Anyway, he had this paper clip on a long string. he put it on my nipple. Didn’t feel like much. Then he started jiggling the string and then pulling on my nipple while jiggling the string and it started to hurt in a real nice way. He kept pulling, and next thing I know, I’m off the little bed and kneeling on the floor, and then He sticks His cock—not too big---in my mouth and makes me blow Him while He’s still toying with the string and the paper clip. He didn’t want to cum, just to humble me a little, I guess. But it was awesome. Saw Him again a couple of other times, and He’d come in and do the same thing. Never said a word. Want me to tell You another, Master?”

She comes back right when I was saying that. “You making the kid tell You stories, Billy?”

“His life story. We lost contact with one another when He was 15. We were in school together. I had my eye on this one way back in fourth grade. I tracked the slut down and found out which club it went to—“

“Shackles. I know the logo, dude.”

Billy smiles. “So I stalked it for a while to get some info about its habits and preferences, then when I felt it was the right time, I made contact and began training it immediately. Our needs meet one another perfectly, Helen. (Now I know Her name!) This boy needs intensity, deep intensity, mind as well as body.”

“Happy for you, Billy. You were always so restless and most subs were afraid of You because You’d play with their heads and they weren’t capable of getting it. So this is great! Ready to order?”

“Yes. Blueberry pancakes for me, potato pancakes for the boy, and give it a side of bacon as well. I’ll also have two poached eggs. Need the protein. This slut is sucking it out of me all the time.”

Helen guffaws and walks away, still writing on Her pad.

I just sit there with my mouth open.

“Is there something you want Me to put in that mouth, boy? Shocked at how I talk to a lady?”

“nnoooooooooooo, SSSSSSSir. Master, can the boy have applesauce with the pancakes?”

“They’re better here with sour cream. Try it, slave.”

“Yes, Master. The slave will eat what You tell it to eat.”

“I heard that!” Helen is back. “what are you telling the boy to eat now, Billy, and can he do it here in the dining room?”

“sour cream. for the pancakes. it wanted applesauce but Master is being mean to it.”

She looks at me, “Oh shit, honey, sour cream is much better here. Eat what Your Master tells you and be happy that I don’t decide to put your plate on the floor and eat it on your knees, bitch!”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank You for reminding this slave what it is.”

She turns to Billy, “Hey! I like its style. Did You teach it that?”

“No. It came with the texts pre-loaded, found out I like the way it speaks, so has been doing it lots. I’m telling you, Helen, this unit right here is the genuine article. I’m so pleasantly surprised at its level of development. After what I went through last year; no, let’s not go there.”

“Okay, honey, but if you want my advice----well, I’m gonna give it anyway because I’m your big sister . . . . make sure you tell this faggot all about what happened. it will do You good to tell it, and it will make it realize who vulnerable You were back then. I can tell already that this, um, partnership has taken years off Your sad face, dude. I know I’m no expert when it comes to dudes, but You’re looking great, Billy. And I suspect that this little piece of work over here is a big part of why.”

“Sometimes, things all click into place, Helen. Just like you and Fran.”

“I’m letting her grow out her gorgeous blond hair. It’s down to her ass in back. Wait till you see it!”

“we’ll have to make plans. And besides, there’s going to be a wedding soon. I’ll send you invites.”

“You and  . . . she pats me on the head.?”

“You got it, baby.”

“hey let me go get your food. it’s ready.”

“Me hungry, Daddy.” She rolls her eyes and walks away.

Soon we’re eating. “so you said you remembered another story.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“well don’t speak with food in your mouth, but start me off a bit.”

“This tall big man came into the room and saw the strap and my collar and sat down beside me (I was lying down) and started playing with my nipples. Very sensitive back then, and I was hissing through my teeth the way I do sometimes. Anyway, He started talking to me while teasing me and He tells me that He wishes we were at his farm because He’d teach me what it really means to get an ass whooping. And He starts telling me all about how He would make me strip and lay me over a bale of hay and start in on me with his thick Western belt, and He went on and on in all detail and He was getting me so hot and I was hoping He would bring me there some day and I told Him that and He told me what was going to happen when He did. I didn’t notice it because He had me so mesmerized, but He was playing with my dick now as He was telling me what He was going to do to me and how I would finally know what it is like to get such a bad ass whoopin’ that I wouldn’t be able to sit down for three days, and all of sudden, when He said that, I shot my load and it was one of the best times ever. He chuckled at me and said, “sometimes the stories are better than the realities, but damn, boy, you sure ash ell had a great orgasm, didn’t you?”

“What did you say to Him?”

“I sure did, Daddy. thank You, so much.”

He answers, “You’re welcome, lad. Now go downstairs and have something to eat and recharge your batteries. You’ve got to go give a few guys good orgasms yourself, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy, I will.” and I did. I had a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk and went back upstairs and had a good time. Never saw Him again.”

“Maybe He had to go back to His farm, alex.”

“Maybe. But I don’t know where it is, Sir,” pouting.

“I’ll find it for you baby, and I’ll enjoy watching Him tan your ass over the bale of hay and making you shake and scream like a bad little boy. Damn straight I’m gonna find that place, boy.”

“that’s right, I forgot, Sir. You told me You like to watch your slave get beat.”

“Yes, indeed, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow more than you can imagine, slave. You’re in for it now. Finish up your last pancake, boy.”

“it was real good with the sour cream, Master. thank You for knowing better than this dumb slave.”

“that’s My job, boy.”

Helen comes by to see if we want any more coffee and we decline. She pops Herself into the booth next to Billy. “I’m about done.”

“Well don’t’ let us keep you. I can settle up.”

“don’t worry about it, Billy,  Big sister took care of it.”

“Aw, big girl. I’ll owe you. Now do you still have the same email as always?”

“Yes. Will never change it. It would take too long to notify anybody.”

“We’re all like that now, Helen.”

“So, when’s it going to happen?”

“Not sure yet, but the more I think about it, the more I want to make it into a real special event for us type folk. Besides, the slave’s not gonna be collared for a while yet. I’m having it made special.”

“Why am I not surprised. Gonna brand it, too?”

“don’t think so. I’ve heard too many sad tales about guys that went ahead and let it be done to them and how it wrecked them for good. Maybe a tattoo, but we’ll see.”

“That’s my little brother! All about safety with you.” She looks at me. “You’re a lucky boy, alex.”

Master nods at me, giving a signal I can speak. “The luckiest in the world, Ma’am.”

Master looks at me with those commanding eyes and says, “Remember that, slave, the next time I have you at the whipping post.”

I lower my eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“Painpig,” Billy says to Helen, who loses it right there in the middle of the diner.

“Only you, Billy, only you. Looking forward to that party you’re gonna be throwing.”

“Helen, would you do me a favor?”

“What, sweetie? Anything for you, You know that.”

“You and Fran are the only women I’m close to. Could you maybe convince, says, two or three couples to crash the wedding along with you? That way, you’ll all have a real good time.”

“Sure thing. I know just who to invite, too. We’ll have the time of our lives, Billy.”

He gets up from the table, gives Her a hug and leaves. I get up and hesitate, but She steps forward, hugs me and slaps me HARD on the ass. “ByeBye, Vixen!” “Bye, Ma’am.” “From now on, sweetcheeks, you can call me ‘Auntie Helen” She says to me and pushes me towards the door. I’m laughing on my way to the car. And happy as hell that now I have an Auntie!

“What has you looking so happy, pup?” asks Master as I bounce into the car.

“She hugged me and told me to call Her “Auntie Helen” from now on!”

“Wow! That’s amazing. Usually She never ever speaks to male subs or slaves. So She must have really taken a liking to you. And, of course, I can well see how that could happen since you’re so adorable when you’re being a good boy.” He pats me on the cheek. “When we get back to the cabin, domestic servitude will be the order of the day for you, slave. You’ve got the two guestrooms to make up and then making the place sparkling clean for our guests to arrive and I’m not going to be able to motivate you with my crop or anything because I want to keep your flesh clear for when Michael and Robert arrive. The theme of the next two days will be “pain,” boy. In addition to your sexual servitude to the three of us. And I’m going to enjoy watching them work you over, slave. Now entertain me with more tales from the baths while I’m driving you home.

“Yes, Master. Let me think.” . . . . “I used to wear a dog collar when I went to the baths, and there was this one guy who came in and took it off me and used it as a strap all over my body. I kept trying to suck His cock, but He wouldn’t let me but just kept strapping me with that damn collar, everywhere and anywhere. It was the worst whipping I’d had up until that point. Finally, He had had enough and just threw town the collar, pushed me off the bed onto the floor, then opened the door and walked out, leaving the door open. Several guys had gathered around the room, drawn by the sound of the whipping He gave me. Finally one guy, very hot guy walked in and shut the door and stepped on my back, pushing me down onto the ground totally. “that’s where you belong, faggot,” He said to me, and started playing with my body with His feet while I was down there. Then He made me roll over and He kept kicking my balls and spitting on me. That was the first time anyone had ever spit at me and I couldn’t believe how hot it made me. Then He opened the door so others could watch Him keep me on the ground and spitting, and another guy walked in and started doing the same thing. The first guy left, and then the second guy made me kneel up and suck his cock for a while and then left after He came on my face. After that I had to go to take a shower. My body was all dirty and wet from all the spit and it started grossing me out. This place had a “circular shower,” all the spray nozzles in a circle in the center so you could see everyone who was in the shower. One guy came over and told me I look hot with all the welts on me from the strapping I’d gotten. “Want more?” He asked me and I nodded. He took me back to His room and slapped me around a lot and really got into working on my nipples until I was crying out. That turned Him on a lot and He started in with a lot of humiliating talk which got me good and hard again. He made me suck Him off. After that I was really worn out so went back to my room and took a nap and when I woke up I just got dressed and went home. That was enough for one night.”

“When was the first time you tasted piss, pig?”

“On Fire Island one night in the dunes. A guy spanked me with his belt then made me suck his cock and after he came he squirted into my mouth and told me to swallow quickly. It was just that one squirt and I got upset about it. Wasn’t quite ready for it yet, I guess. I was only 20 at the time.”

“You’re still not all that ready yet, alex.”

“Yes, Sir, I admire Your ability to know that, Sir, and Your kindness to say that.”

Billy picks up alex’ hand and kisses it. “I have to explain something to you, alex.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Once Michael and Robert get here, the protocol is going to be very strict and very formal. Remember how they acted with you when they came to your apartment. And the same goes with Me. Take it like this: Imagine we are playing a role just for the fun of it. Because, at its best, all of this is for fun. Otherwise, why put up with all these shit customs? SO, don’t expect or anticipate anything from Me. I expect they will want you caged both nights they are here, so I can’t even promise you some private cuddle time or anything at all like that. I’ll make it up to you when they leave, I promise you that.”

“Wow! Playing a role! Brilliant! But, Billy, there’s something I need You to understand.”

“what’s that, pup?”

“Concerning that role play: I love it! It turns me on like crazy. It hits really deeply in me and satisfies so many urges, I swear. Two days of it is an awful long time, though. Usually a scene like that only lasts a few hours, they say. So it might get real rough. But don’t worry, hotstuff, Your slave boy won’t do anything to embarrass You. And it will be good if I’m caged at night. Complete privacy. Time to disengage. Good time to recover.”

“You know something, alex, you’re pretty brilliant yourself! But then again, I’ve always known that, Mr. Head-of-the-Class every single year. You would have ended up the Valedictorian at graduation if you hadn’t left after sophomore year.”

“Had no choice in the matter. It was never discussed. I was just told after the last day of school that I wouldn’t be going back there, that the family was moving several states away. No time to say good bye. Nothing. And do you know what I think sometimes?’

“No. What do you think sometimes?”

“That if I had known I was leaving the school and moving away, I think I might have acted a lot differently that day in the bathroom near the end of the year. I think I might told you that yes, I am a fag and yes, I want to suck Your cock. Nothing at all to lose.”

“Dude, you can’t really say that’s what you would have done. You’ll never know because we can’t go back there.”

“I can spin a beautiful love story out of what You just said.”

“Well, dream up your love stories when you’re locked in the cage and maybe even covered in piss.”

“Master, your slave isn’t scared about more Masters coming. If knows You’ll be watching out for it every second. it will be perfectly safe.”

“Don’t forget that if you catch yourself having a hard time.”

“Yes, Master. Been thinking about it for a while now.”

“Good boy.”

We get home and my Master turns into a real slave-driver and me the naked houseboy working as fast as it can. He helps a couple times, like when I had to get the sheets on the bed right, or when I put some things in the wrong places in the dungeon and rather than correcting me, He showed me how to do it right. Can anyone be surprised how much I love Him? Of course, He keeps talking to me in that deep hypnotic voice of His:

“I really want to work you over with my crop, but I want to present You reasonably pristine when they get here. And I’ll also tell you, slave, that if you call RED, They will stop, and help bring you down, but that will NOT be the end of things. They’ll just wait, knowing full well that eventually you’ll take a hit of poppers and They’ll start all over again right from the beginning. And I don’t have to tell you their mental power over you. They both told me how good it made them feel, because so few slaves can handle it. So open your mind, slave, and let it be a blank slate for them to write on. Drink Their sense of majesty, Their power. It is very rare that the three of us can get together all at the same time. It doesn’t happen very often so this is a special opportunity that might not come along for a long time again. You know that nothing gets too deep at Shackles. I want you to let Them open up your head, take out your brain and program it so it will yearn to be taken lower and lower into your slavery. But you know, kid, I don’t think the word ‘slavery’ is good enough to describe what they are going to turn You into?

“And will it last, I mean, when this slave is alone with You again.”

“We’ll just have to find out, won’t we, slave?”

“As You wish, Master. This slave doesn’t have the words it needs to explain how much it wants . . . . . You to be everything!

“then don’t try to put it into words. I like using words, but as a Master, what I look for are actions. don’t try to tell me how much you want. You are My slave. You get what I give You. You get what I want you to get. You turn into what I will teach you to be. I tried that once, boy, trying to be the kind of Master who was being topped from the bottom.”

“Is that what Auntie Helen was referring to, Master?”

“yes. It was a little over a year ago. A very cute, shy boy—I say boy but he was probably older than both of us by a couple years. I’d seen him in action a few times and kne w he had a lot of potential. He had a part-time Master who had told me that the ‘kid’ was ‘a handful.’ Well, a little while later, the Master was transferred a long distance away and the boy didn’t want to leave this area so he was looking for someone to take it and do what He would want to keep training this fellow. I was pretty confident, even back then, though I shouldn’t have been, but I said, sure, I’ll take it off your hands. It turns out the slave was really happy about this because it wanted to get away from the other guy. So that very night I took the slave home.”

“He was a handful. Wanted what he wanted and did what he could to get it. It was fun at first, because I didn’t have any clear set of priorities, and he really liked to get his ass whipped, so it was just as easy to just find out what he wanted and then do it. Can you see where this is heading, alex?”

“Yes, Master. Eventually it started feeling like you were his slave.”

“Precisely. Finally I swallowed my pride and went to have a long talk with Dad about the situation and although He wouldn’t tell me what to do, He gave me a lot of advice about how to think about and what to learn from it. After that talk, I knew what I was going to do.”

“what did You do, Master?” (Mind you, He’s working me to death while doing all this talking. He just points and keeps on talking and I do what He wants me to do.)

“Not sure I want to tell you at this point. Besides, the guys will be here any minute. Go outside and wait for Them and take care of what They tell you to do.”

Drat! I wanted to know the end of the story. But I’m out the door as soon as He tells me and in a way I feel like a little kid who is waiting for someone very important to him to show up and he can hardly stand still, he’s so excited.

I can hear Rhem approach and before I know it a big Buick and a truck come towards the cabin and stop. And all of a sudden I realize that I am standing there naked and caged and collared and immediately I lower my head and my eyes and try not to think about how awkward this is for the person I used to be. That person is still in me, though, and right now it’s filled with shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Master chuckles. “Whatever You want, buddy.”

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

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

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

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

Robert asks, “total urinal yet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

I grovel there for a long time, settling down after all the excitement and humiliation of being pissed on by three Alphas then made to roll in the dirt before getting hosed off like some animal. I don’t know what They’re cooking up outside, but then I hear Them coming back in and making a racket as They grunt. “This cage is a lot heavier than the other one,” says Master. Michael explains, “Top of the line, buddy. Solid. Bigger. Solid bottom and equipped with hooks and manacles for all  Your bondage needs. This is the same kind they have at Shackles bolted to the floor. No slave will be able to move that one around no matter how much it struggles. It also has a remote control lock on the door so if You need to, You can unlock it from upstairs without having to get off the couch. You can unlock the slave and then make it come crawling up to You instead. That is, unless you bind the slave inside the cage.”

“Have you ever done that,” asks Master. “I like to make sure Freddy is unmovable in manacles when I put it away for the night. They also come unclipped in case of emergency or panic,” says Robert. “that ever happen?” asks Master. “Only once,” in the very beginning. Now it doesn’t have any trouble no matter how much it whines and complains about being locked up and unable to move around.” “What’s the longest time You’ve had the slave in the cage?” “Four days, but I take it out once a day for cleaning out and it usually gets another whipping before being put back.” “Where’s it at now?” asks Master. “Up at the ranch. They’ll keep it busy. It’s on vacation from work. What better way to spend a vacation but at a dude ranch!” They all have a good laugh about that. I can’t imagine spending days up there. I could only manage a few hours before even Leroy said I’d had enough.

Eventually They get everything situated downstairs and I hear them coming upstairs. “Got the lube?” asks Michael. “Right here,” says Master. “I’m using the lube with ginger oil.” “Fucking ACE,” cries out Robert.

The three of the come into the room. “do not fucking look around,” Master orders. “And get that ass higher, slave. I’m glad I’m using the ginger oil. You need the punishment, bitch.” I hear Michael and Master fooling around with something. Next thing I know, a plug is being shoved up my ass, and the burn sets in right away. I start whining.”

“Shut the fuck up!” says Michael as He kicks me. “Kneel up, slave!” I do so and can see the three of Them sitting around the room and taking off their boots and socks.

“So here’s the deal, slave,” says Robert. “Six feet for you to clean and worship. That plug in you vibrates.” He hits the button and I yelp from the sensation. It’s not painful itself, but it aggravates the ginger lube and it’s like getting an electric shock. Robert continues “You start here on my right foot and you’d damn well better get it good and wet and clean as a whistle. You keep working that foot until the plug vibrates. That’s your signal to move along to the next foot, and so on. Mine first, then Michael’s then your Master’s. Figured you’d be happy to be home again by the time you get over there. Should take up to two hours depending on how well you do. If you get too dry, beg Us to hydrate you and you’ll be given a bottle to suck. While you’re sucking on that bottle, one of us will paddle your ass to make sure you don’t over indulge or try to use it as an excuse to take a break.”

Master cues up a movie that I guess they all decided on. Some action figure. Robert says, “So what are you waiting for, pig? Get over here and start on my smelly foot and eat it like it’s candy, slave.” Michael chuckles. “Hey, there’s a good new definition: a Master’s feet are the slave’s candy! So go ahead, slave. Go eat your candy!”

I hustle over to Robert and bend down low to start on His toes. Shit! Hhe must have been wearing the same socks for several days. The pain in my ass reminds me what I am, and how little choice I have to object. I suck the smell from His big calloused toes and gradually sink down into the space where the only interest I have is doing a good job on the Alphas and making Master proud of my willingness to be subjected to such degradation for His sake. Michael offers some advice as I’m licking between Robert’s toes: “think of sucking your Master’s cock, slave. That will  help you salivate and get these feet good and wet.”

The movie sounds intense but I realize that if I try to pay attention to what’s going on, I’ll  start lagging on the job I’ve been ordered to do and I’m afraid to find out what will happen if they sense I’m getting lazy or distracted or losing my enthusiasm. This is going to be a long couple hours!

Eventually I get zapped and move on to Robert’s other foot. Fresh new smell assaults my senses but I know now that the quicker I get these toes wet, the sooner the smell will abate. Or is it just that now my mouth is so filled with the smell of Robert’s sweaty feet that I can’t tell where it ends. Please hydrate me, I cry out. A nozzle is stuck in my mouth at the same time as I feel the crack of the paddle of my ass. No, I won’t spend too long sucking water out of this nozzle. I get wet and dive down again. Only two smacks of the paddle. Not bad. But damn, it hurts. I get lost in the misery of a degraded slave and it feels so real. Here I am, a prisoner. Sure, I could probably get up and walk away from it all, but if I did that it would be something I would regret for the rest of my life because I’m sure I’d just be driven back home and all hope of living in love with Billy will become a dead dream and I’d be back to my humdrum existence. And how could I ever show my face at Shackles, a failure and a disappointment. Who would ever bother with me again except for a couple of sadistic trolls eager to take advantage of the plight of a useless piece of junk. I’ve seen them there, the guys in purple collars bound to the floor in the dirtiest and dingiest part of the entire club, sometimes for the entire night ignored by everyone having a good time with subs who still show some promise. No. Not for me, the fate of one who has walked away from its Master. Nothing could be lower.

The plug shocks my ass and quickly I move on to Michael’s right foot. Much cleaner. Bigger even than Robert’s feet. Don’t think I could get all of it in my mouth at once, and hope Michael doesn’t try to force it. He raises it in the air. “Lick the bottom, pig” He orders. “All of it, then the toes.” And as I do it, He lifts His other foot and slaps me in the face with it. My instinct is to say thank you, but I’m forbidden even a single word at this point. Is that what it will be like until They finally go home? Michael’s crop suddenly comes crashing down on my shoulder and with tears in my eyes, I lick and suck more eagerly. That’s all there is. This foot. my mouth. my tongue. my spit. my obedience to the bullies. I have a flashback to high school when Bruce and His idiot friends started pushing me around from one to the other after school one day and pulled my shirt out of my pants. Two of them held me down and Bruce gave me a pink belly that hurt for hours. Was Billy with them? I couldn’t tell who was doing what, I was so terrified. did I get hard? Don’t remember. That was before those days when we all got our asses whipped. I remember, though, getting laughed at because my tiny wiener was sticking out of my pants, hard as a rock, and Billy coming over to me later that day and said, “I saw your dinky, boy. You like getting your ass whipped. I’ll have to keep that in mind, and winking at me and walking off.

The plug rattles inside my rectum and Michael shoves his other foot in my face and I get to work all over again. Haven’t had to beg for water. Only that one time so far. Michael’s got this big bump between his second and third toe. Wart? Birth defect? Doesn’t matter. I lick it gently like kissing a baby’s lips. “Get off that!” He yells at me, so I move on to the last two toes, hold them both in my mouth and try to work up some saliva to get them wet thy way all these Alphas like so much.

On and on it goes, until finally, I’m ‘HOME’ as Billy calls it and it feels so good to be back on what has become very familiar flesh and here I just let loose and make love to my own Master and I get lost in what I’m doing until I’m finally told that I’m all finished, and now I’m disappointed because they didn’t allow me much time sucking my Master’s beautiful toes. The movie has ended. They order me to kneel up and sit back on my heels. My mouth actually hurts now.

Michael lights a joint. I’m kind of surprised. I was thinking Billy isn’t into anything like that. But they all partake and Billy comes over to me and shotguns the pot right down my throat, and then they all do the same. Another joint is lit and passed around again, and again, I don’t get to take a hit, but get lots of smoke blown down my throat and everything starts to spin around.

“It’s ready,” says Robert. “Stoned just right. Cocks out, guys. Kneel up, slave. Show us all what a needy faggot cocksucker you are.”

I’m surrounded and everything is hazy and then to make things worse, a popper is shoved under my nose and I’m ordered to sniff three times each nostril and then Michael’s cock is in my mouth and I’m choking on it and trying to get it even deeper into my throat, and my head is being roughly moved around the circle, one hard cock after the other, but never for long enough for me to really get into it. They’re shouting things at me and laughing and I’m losing my mind and sucking one after the other and my face is getting slapped and I’m pushed off Master’s cock which is the sweetest of all, and then I’m licking up some really awful tasting pre-cum and more poppers and more cocks and it’s all one big blur until at last one of them is shooting down my throat and I’m sucking and licking and swallowing and someone is shooting on my face and another one is rubbing it all into my face and finally, Master pulls me aside and tells me to choke for Him again and again and again and I wish He would just keep me all to Himself for the rest of the night.

They tire of this game and Michael clips my wrists to my collar and Robert, the biggest of them all, throws me over His shoulders like some great prize and brings me down into the dungeon which is all purple. Michael pulls the plug out of my ass and He and Robert hold me over the table and Master fucks me hard an furiously telling me that now I’m becoming a real slave and He howls “I FUCKING OWN YOU ALEX” and shoots into me.

They drop me to the floor and order me to crawl into the cage and, of course, while I’m trying to do that Michael’s hitting my balls with His crop and I’m crying and trying to get into the cage as quickly as possible, and then the door slams shut and I’m locked in and they stand over the cage and look down and start spitting at me and I would give anything in the world to hear Master say something nice to me, just one word, but no one says anything but They just keep on spitting. Then they walk away and up the stairs and even the purple light gets turned off.

Darkness. Locked and bound. Desolate. Exhausted. I rattle around feeling for the water bottle and finally find it and suck the nozzle and Master’s put apple juice in it. Or is it piss?

I fall into a drugged sleep and don’t remember if I dream or not. All I remember is being happy that I’m alone and locked up safe and wondering if Master will come down to caress me, but not having much hope in that happening. It’s all jumbled up into one spit-covered mess.

Some time much later, I don’t know when, I was awakened by someone banging on the bars of my cage and the purple light was on and I could see Robert standing there. “While we were having supper, we realized that you hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast. Your Master has a juicer and He made you something ealthy to drink and added in a mild sedative and some CBD oil. I’ve dumped out the water from your bottle and loaded it with the smoothie. Put your mouth on the nozzle and start sucking it down. Master Billy also shot a load into it and added a little of His piss to make it “more flavorful,” He says. I’m staying here until you finish it all and then I’ll rinse it out and fill it with water. After you have your supper you can thank Me by sucking Me off through the bars of the cage.”

The mixture doesn’t taste bad at all. I noticed that Master added some salt to it, knowing how much I like to use salt. (or was the salty taste from the piss?). It wasn’t hard to drink it all down because I really was hungry, but with all the other sensations and sore spots on my body and the memories of everything that happened to this slave today, the hunger didn’t manifest itself as strongly. This was the first kindness that Master showed me since Michael and Robert arrived. He told me this would happen, and it’s the most unpleasant part of everything that’s going on, so I was so moved and grateful that even in the midst of this roughest part of the training, He is looking out for His slave’s welfare.

Once I finished my “supper,” Robert went to the sink and rinsed out the bottle and filled it back up with water and put it in place. Then He took down His pants and knelt next my head and ordered me to get His cock hard with only my tongue. “Lick my dick, you worthless piece of shit. Get it hard so You can suck Me down your miserable throat. Get your fucking mouth right up to the bars and stick your lips through the bars. I want to fuck your throat until I shoot my load into your miserable belly, slave. If I had my way, that’s the only nourishment you’d get this week—cum from Superior Men. Plenty of protein in that to give you strength for tomorrow.” He fucks my mouth hard and fast and orders me to tighten up the same way He did when we were in the apartment. “Yesterday I sold your car. Couldn’t get much for that piece of junk but it will help pay for all the shit your Master is buying to use on you. That’s it, boy, open that throat for this ginger dick. Tomorrow you’ll be getting what you’ve been craving for years, boy, a good hard dose of the lash. We’re gonna tie you between two trees if it isn’t raining and use our straps on you. I’ll take the back and Michael will take the front and your Master will sit and enjoy the sights and the music you will make for Him. You’ll be singing loud, I assure you. Okay, slave, suck the cum out of My dick NOW!!!!! He fucks it into me and makes me lick Him clean. Without another word, He stands up, pulls up His pants and heads back upstairs.

All the lights go off again and I settle down as best I can, thinking of how Master took care of me from a distance and made sure I would be okay. Even in the midst of all this scripted degradation, still I know I am loved by the most important Person in my world. For Him, I can take anything tomorrow. Anything at all, no matter what. I will be happy to sing for Him tomorrow and taste each lash as a reminder that Billy owns me. And on that thought, I fall asleep again and sleep until the next time someone comes downstairs. This time it is Michael and the sound of His footsteps on the stairs wakes me up and I try to shake off the drogginess so I can be ready for what He has planned for this lowly slave.

When I come to my senses, I notice that I did piss my self  in the middle of the night. Before Michael opens the cage, He calls me a disgusting pig and says I deserve every lash He will be giving me later. He goes and gets the hose and sprays me down and the cage as well. Fortunately, the water isn’t ice cold, but once He finishes He decides to take out His own cock and piss all over me all over again then make me crawl out covered again with piss. My wrists are still attached to the sides of my collar so it’s difficult to manoeuver and He mocks me as I struggle to get out of the cage. He makes me suck some of the remaining piss from His cock. This is the first time I’ve been forced to taste anyone’s piss other than Master’s and I was going to object but then thought better of it, considering what this day was going to be like. More hose, more spraying, and this time He makes it a point to spray my face until I actually start to choke on the water as it gets up my nose. Once I’m out, and much to my surprise, He helps me stand and get steady on my legs again, but He doesn’t dry me off but takes His crop and uses it on my wet ass as He forces me up the stairs.

Robert and Master are finishing up making breakfast. Neither of them has anything to say about the fact that I’m dripping wet. I also notice that it is pouring rain outside, so I’m just feeling wet inside and out. The table is set for the three of them. Master points to the cushion next to His chair and I kneel there, wishing I could just lay my head on His thigh, aching for some contact with Him. As usual, the guys are having a conversation punctuated by a lot of laughing. They really are like three brothers. As usual, they simply ignore me and start eating. Master says nothing to me at all, but picks up some scrambled eggs in His fingers and pushes them towards my mouth and I eagerly open, taking in the first solid food I’ve had since yesterday morning. I suck His fingers clean as I’d been trained before. Breakfast continues, and I am at least happy that Master is feeding me pancakes and bacon and sausage and pieces of potato from His fingers.

Robert, of course, has remarks to make. “I tell you, Billy, you’re spoiling this pig, treating it like some kind of pet. My slaves eat their slop from dog bowls on the floor and that’s all they ever get. They look healthy enough from all the nutrients I put in their food and they eat pretty eagerly because there’s always some THC in the mixture. I prefer them stoned, especially in the morning when I usually like to play with them and get tongue baths from them both. They eat my fucking body as eagerly as they eat the slop in their bowls, and if they’re really good, I’ll let one of them eat up anything I leave on my plate, but as far as ordinary man’s food, that’s all they get.”

“What happens when You’re away, like now,” Master asks. “I told you, dude, they’re at the ranch. I don’t know what they get to eat there except for a lot of cock and ass, but they never look like they’re starving and Leroy tells me that they’re good boys and work hard for them while they’re up there. Hey, you heard about Cory, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I have. Don’t know what Leroy’s decided to do about the situation though. I do know the slave was getting strung up for some pretty serious whipping when I left there with alex the other day.”

“Well,” says Robert,” Leroy has sentenced it to a  year’s imprisonment and regular floggings. It’s locked up in the basement---there’s a jail cell there, you know. Complete darkness. There’s a glory hole that can be opened, and Leroy tells me that it’ll be sucking a lot of cock and drinking piss from the taps of most of the guys frequently. Other than that, it’s blindfolded and let out for an hour’s forced workout each day, fed only once a day and will be flogged once a week for the entire six months. it has to piss and shit in a bucket and the cell is hosed out once a day while it’s doing its exercises. Leroy told it that if it doesn’t submit to everything with no complaining, Je’ll turn the faggot over to the police and have his cousin press charges. As bad as things seem, they’re no worse than what would happen if it got locked up in prison with the rest of the inmates knowing it’s a faggot and a pedophile. So the slave is taking its punishment and counting itself lucky. Leroy’s also thinking of finding someone to take it over after the year is done. Doesn’t want it around any longer. He even told me that He’s thinking that H is cousin might still press charges ofter the ordeal’s over. That would be a kick in the teeth!”

Michael starts to laugh. “Shit. Imagine that. Going through all that hell for a whole year and then be turned over to the inmates up at the state prison after all. Serves it right I guess.”

“Why don’t you consider taking the slave for yourself, Michael,” asks Master. “It’s used to hard treatment. You’d have a real good time with it.”

“Nah. Too old for me, dude. The fucker is over 40, you know.”

“Really? Didn’t realize that.”

Robert chimes in. “I think Leroy should just give it $100 and drive it do some big city and drop it off on the streets if He doesn’t want to keep it. Life as a middle-aged homeless faggot would be worse than being locked up in prison with a bunch of rapists.”

Master chimes in. “You guys are horrible! Cory’s served Leroy for a long time and until now Leroy has never had any complaints. Life on the ranch is tough enough for someone like cory. Leroy’s pretty well off and has made a ton of money off that slave’s back and cory is penniless and has no resources whatsoever. It seems to me that Leroy owes it something in return for all those years of unpaid labor, to say nothing of keeping His bed warm all these years. I mean, when push comes to shove, these subs (he pats alex on the head) are people even though we pretend they’re not at time. I love you guys, but sometimes I think you get too sucked into a Master mentality and forget what you’re dealing with when you get involved with these subs. Sometimes I’m afraid Your attitudes get a bit too unreal. Sorry to offend anybody, but that’s the way I see it.  You need to become more responsible for Your slaves’ well-being.”

Michael messes up Master’s hair. “You’re just the sweetest of the three of us, little brother. That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re always pulling us back to reality. I’m sitting here watching You feed Your boy, and I dare say you’ve given it more food than you ate yourself.”

Master answers Michael: “Mikey, look at how it submitted to everything you planned yesterday without a single ounce of resistance. It deserves a good meal under the circumstances. Especially considering what we’ve got planned for later.”

“Yeah, Billy, I guess you’re right. And, to be honest, I think both Robert and I should take a lesson from the way You are with the kid. After all, it’s to Your credit that it behaved so well yesterday. We’ve never been able to do what we did yesterday with just some ordinary sub from the club. It’s the care You’re taking with it that made it so easy to dominate yesterday the way We did. I’m not ashamed to admit that all the credit goes to You, dude. This boy loves You, and it wouldn’t love You so much if You weren’t so good to it in ways that sometimes Robert and I don’t manage to do.”

Master speaks up, “thanks for saying that, Michael, but speaking as alex’s Master, I suggest that we don’t have conversations like that in its presence. These things should be left up to Us Masters’ attention always. Besides, I’ll show you just how tough I can be with my little slave boy: Slave, stand up and go into the bathroom and get a fresh bar of soap and come back out here with it.”

I go and do what Master told me to do, wondering what’s coming next. I come back and Master walks me to the door of the cabin, opens the door and pushes me out into the pouring rain. “Okay, slave. You’ve got the soap and you’ve got the water. Take a good shower and don’t come back in until I tell you to.”

Holy shit! Showering in the rain with the three of them watching me out the window as I try to wash myself clean. Fortunately the water isn’t too cold, but this has got to be the weirdest shit I have ever done before. I try to give then a good show as a way of pleasing Master, especially when I bend over with my ass facing the window and scrub my hole really good with the soap. I even wash my fuzzy head. All of a sudden, Michael comes out stark naked with His riding crop and starts chasing me around the yard hitting my ass and my legs and finally I collapse on the ground half laughing and half crying out while Michael starts lashing my thighs and even my feet. Finally, Master opens the door and tells to come in and then throws me a towel to dry off. Robert follows and they all have a good laugh at our exploits. Finally, after I’ve dried myself , Master orders me to clean up the kitchen after breakfast and to wash the floor on my hands and knees. Meanwhile, the three of them go downstairs to “get everything ready,” whatever that means.

I perform my domestic service like a good slave and have to admit that I really get pleasure out of having things look so good that it pleases Master and, I hope, makes Him proud of me. While I’m doing the work, I think over what they were all saying during breakfast and what a terrible ordeal slave cory is in for. I’m also amazed at how frank they were in front of me, at how Billy defended cory and finally seemed to be getting through to Michael and Robert that there’s nothing wrong with treating a slave gently sometimes, and even paying more attention to finding out what makes a slave happy about being a slave. I must say, I’m proud of Master and I hope that He does end up being a good influence on the other guys.

I hear Them coming up the stairs while I’m on my knees washing the floor. Robert tells me to hurry up because He wants another blow job in His room away from the others. Master takes a look at the kitchen and tells me it’s looking good and that I should go and crawl into Robert’s room and serve Him however He wants.

He’s nude when I enter the room and I gasp at the sight of His russet covered body with the flaming pubes and armpits. I crawl up on the bed and He spreads his legs and says only one word to me: “Wet!” I know what He wants. I crawl up to His balls and work a lot of saliva in my mouth and wet down His balls the way He likes for a good long time until He takes His cock in hand and hits me on the head with it.