The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Nineteen 

You won’t believe what ends up happening!

I notice that it’s getting a little dark. Must be late. Right now, I have no sense of time. All I have is now, and now I am licking the bottoms of Master’s feet. Again. And I know He is pleased, because from time to time He caresses my face with the foot I’m not working on. That makes me very happy and I pour more love into what I am doing.

Billy speaks softly to me. “I want you forever, alex. I want every time with you to be just like this whole week. And if it takes more whippings to have you the way I want you, then that is what will happen. Whatever it takes, boy, I will give you because I own you and, more than that, I love you and I would love you even if you weren’t my slave. But you have to be my slave if you want to be happy, and you know that, even before I had you strung up and whipped like a rebellious brat. So now, baby, tell me: do you think you can stand up if I help you?”

“I  I  think so, Master.”

“Then give me your hands.”

I reach up and He takes my hands and I get my feet on the ground and push up and He helps me up all the way. I close my eyes and groan from the pain that effort caused.

Master kisses me on the nose. “You are the keeper of the pain, alex. Your Master is going to marry you some day soon and you will be collared forever with a special collar which can only be taken off by being broken. Now you can let go of everything and just be My owned property and my beloved boy at the same time.” And He kisses me with one of His super kisses and I put my arms around His neck and settle in to Him and drink from Him and give Him my tongue to play with.

Master’s phone signals that He’s been sent an email. “that’s probably the pictures that Robert and Michael took today. For our scrapbook. The one I will only show to very special men who can appreciate what it means to be able to whip a slave the way you have been whipped. Nothing on line, though. But the next time I send you to the ranch, I’ll bring them to show Leroy and the crew. The more people who get to see them, the more degraded you become, and that is what you really need, boi.

“Yes, Master, You always know best about anything in this slave’s life. That is why this slave loves and trusts You so much.” I dare to lean forward and kiss Him on the cheek.

Master gets an idea, “I really wish that all those who . . .   he stops   “Holy shit! I think I’m going to change the schedule of how things are going to happen in your life.. Tell Me, boy, what is your pain level when you walk around this room? Give it a try and tell Me.” hesitatingly I start but, much to my surprise, it doesn’t seem to increase the pain. I go back to Master and say, “4, Master.”

“Does it hurt more when you started walking?”

“No, Master.”

“come outside and take a walk with Me, alex.”

“yes, Master.”

He opens the door and I follow Him outside. The air is cool right now, cooler than inside, and it feels good on my skin. There don’t seem to be any insects looking to feast on my welts, so Master walks me down the driveway and gradually picks up the pace. “Tell me if the pain increases.” We come back to the cabin and I tell Master that the level isn’t increasing. “Good,”he says. Come inside.”

Master is kind of thinking out loud. “So we know the slave can kneel and grovel and stand and walk. The pain level is something it can endure without breaking into tears. Hm….one more thing.”

“Slave, go and carefully sit down on the couch.” I’m not going to think about this. I’m simply going to obey. Carefully, I sit and at first I want to jump right up, but once I settle down and sit my ass and my back hurt more than before. “5 or maybe 6, Master.”

“it isn’t making your tear up, is it, boy?”

“No, Master.”

“okay. That settles it. Go inside and put on a loose pair of gym shorts and an extra large t-shirt. Doesn’t matter what they look like. You’ll be naked when we get there.”

I want to ask “Where,” but I decide to just hold my tongue and discover what Master is planning. I’m sure it is some kind of display that will degrade me even more when people see the evidence that I’ve been seriously whipped and am still clinging to the Dom responsible for it.

Master is being careful. “sit on the couch again, boy. Be careful. Don’t sit quickly.”

I sit. Master looks at my face. “Better? Worse? Over 6?”

“No Master.”

“Excellent. Kneel down and put on My socks and boots. Flip-flops will be enough for you, slave.”

I obey and He doesn’t really need much help. He tells me to stand and wait a second. He comes back out dressed like He’s going to the Club. Definitely Dom, but restrained. And in His hand, He holds one of the whips used on me before. I tremble a bit, waiting for Him to tell me where we’re going.

“Outside, boy. Wait by the car. I’ll be right there.”

I wait and when He comes out, He gives me several CBD gummies. “eat these along the way. Put the seat back and fall asleep if you’d like. We have about a 90 minute drive.”

I know it! We’re going to the club. I breathe heavily. He starts the car and slowly drives to the main road trying not to shake the car too much.

“Have you figured it out, boy, where I’m taking you to display you?”

“Yes, MMMMaaster.”

“Let the fear settle. Big breaths. I own you and I can display you anyway and anywhere I want.”

“Yes, Master. Your slave submits even though a little apprehensive.”

“No one will be allowed to touch you. I’m not going to use this whip on you any more today. It’s just for effect and in case someone asks what I used on you. I will be right next to you every second unless I order you to kneel or grovel in front of Me in full view of everyone in the club. In fact, I think I might have you grovel on one of the little stages and have the lights shine on you to reveal that you’ve been

recently whipped. I wasn’t planning on taking you there until you were officially collared, but this is a special occasion and I want everyone you or I have ever been with to see you and understand what it is that I am able to do to you. You are forbidden to speak unless Phil is there.”

“yes, Master.”

“I mean when we’re in the Club. Silence at that point. Silence and obedience and soak up all the feelings of humiliation you have, letting everyone you’ve ever rejected or just played lightly with know what I have done to you, that I am capable of doing to you what they could not do. They will understand that I own you, even if you aren’t officially collared to Me. Pain level, boy?”

“5, Master.”

“Good. The gummies work well. I don’t care about you being in much pain, that’s not what I’m trying to do here. Your pain will be internal as people view you as a spectacle. And if I order you to suck cock, you suck cock with your eyes lowered so you don’t even know whose cock you’re sucking like the slut slave you are.”

“Master, as usual Your words are making this slave’s cock want to jump out of its cage.”

“Hey, how was that orgasm?”

“the most intense this slave has ever had in its life. I thought I was going to pass out from it.”

“I’m glad. I want all your orgasms to be intense, boy. Not often but definitely intense. And always while you are being whipped. I want there to be a connection for you between the pain of the lash and the pleasure of the orgasm that I am allowing you to have. Understand what I’m getting at, alex?”

“Yes, Master. Do You really think such a connection can be established, Master?”

“I don’t know for sure. But we’re going to find out. And besides that, it doesn’t really matter. The fact is that from now on your cock will only experience an orgasm when you’re being whipped or when you’re being fucked by your Master.”

“Wow Master, That is so fucking hot!”

“And it’s all for you, alex. All for you, my love. All for you, you kinky faggot slave!”

I giggle. “Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, bdsm version!”

Master chuckles.

We drive on. I am very sleepy.

“Put your seat back, slave, and close your eyes even if you can’t sleep. I will let you know when we get close to Shackles so you can get your head in order and be ready to have your welted whipped body put on display so slaves can envy you and Masters can be inspired by what I have done to you.”

Sleepy response, “Your words, Master. so hot. set Your slave on fire,”

and then I am gone until Master lightly slaps my chest, thereby waking me up with groans and whimpers. I kiss His hand and put the seat up.

“You make such nice music for Me, alex. I’m gonna have to play you in the Club so people can hear your sweet whimpering and boyish cries. Yes, indeed, slave, there will be more pain tonight, but mainly just humiliation as you become a public spectacle and everyone learns what you have become.”

“Master, please . . . “he cuts me off.

“You may not ask for anything, slave. I will make all determinations and you will submit. Don’t forget that I will be carrying the whip that marked you today and I won’t hesitate to use it again if necessary.”

“Yes, Master. totally subjected to You, Master. no wants or desires other than to make You proud, Master.”

“Good way of thinking, faggot.”

He parks the car and nervous anticipation has my blood racing through me. He orders me out of the car, then He reaches into the back seat to retrieve a case of . . I don’t know what . . . and calls me over to carry it into the club. “You are free to look around all you’d like inside until I give the command “eyes down,” and then you will keep your eyes lowered for the rest of the night unless I tell you differently. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. Thank You for allowing this slave to look around a bit.”

“I’m only allowing it in order to help you relax. I was thinking of blindfolding you, but I’d rather you exercise the self-discipline to keep your eyes lowered no matter how much you may at some point wish to see who is viewing you. I particularly hope that some of the Doms who have tried to subjugate you are here tonight to see what has happened to you now that you have been claimed as Mine. That will be particularly delicious.”

“ready to embrace that shame, Billy, for love of You.”

“Master only for the rest of the night, boy.”

“Yes, Master.”

He opens the door of the Club and goes to the registration window. He asks that His membership be upgraded to “Master + slave” and hands over a credit card. A simple transaction. Then He also gives my name and asks that my registration be permanently revoked and a refund credited to His account. Also easily done. He turns to me. “From now on, you only have one identity: slave of Billy Wiggins. You have no need of a name in here any longer. I have stripped that from you, slave.”

“thank You, Master.”

We are buzzed in and we go to the locker room. Without being told, I strip off my two garments and stand there naked. Two other members are in the room and both of them gasp and take a close look at my body. One of them, who is a Dom, says to Billy, “I have to admire You for what You have managed to get this slave of Yours to accept.” Billy shakes his hand and they introduce themselves to one another. The Dom is a recently new member, but obviously is well acquainted with the scene. He stretches out his hand to touch my back, but Master gently taps his hand and says, “all may look but none may touch tonight. This slave was only recently whipped and is still recovering, but I wanted to bring it here tonight to display its shame, or maybe I should say, it’s pride.” “Well played, Billy,” says the Dom.

Master opens the case, takes out the leash attaches it to my collar. Then a chain with clips attached, and He fastens my wrists to my collar, leaving some range of motion but not too much. Then two clothespins which He puts on my nipples causing me to catch my breath. “You will wear these until the pain forces you to beg Me to remove them.” I open my mouth to reply, but He sticks His fingers in my mouth and says, “You are forbidden to speak from here on in. I’ve brought the penis gag but would rather not use it because I don’t want it to muffle any outcries you may have to make. I told you: I want people here to hear your music tonight, slave.” I open my mouth but then remember what he has ordered and shut it quickly.

Finally, Master takes out the whip and strikes His leg with it and then sticks the handle between my teeth. “Hold on to this. Do not drop it or I will have to use it.” He closes the case and puts it in the locker, closes the locker and fixes His lock to it and then turns His back to me and, tugging the leash, leads me into the main lounge of the Club. There are a lot of people here for a week night. Master is pleased.

Right away, one of the Doms Whom I find especially obnoxious comes over. Master orders, “eyes down!” and I am glad I don’t have see the smirk on His face as He looks me up and down. “Excellent job, Billy. Finally someone has managed to give this faggot what it has so richly deserved for so long. I hope You plan for it to happen frequently!”

I don’t know what Master does to reply, although I do know that He just leads me away from the fellow and brings me to the bar and orders me to kneel.

Master orders an iced coffee. Very few members of the Club take alcohol when they are here; pot flows abundantly but that is all. Other than poppers, no other drugs are allowed and an offender is automatically barred from the Club for life, so no one dares to take that chance. Master fixes His coffee and bends down to whisper in my ear, “I made it the way you like it, sweet thing, because I’ll be feeding some of it to you.” I almost thank Him, but to do that I’d have to drop the whip. Nope!

Uncle Adam, the owner of the club, called Uncle Adam by everyone except His vanilla lover and His slave, comes over, happy to see Billy without His disguise and congratulating Him on what He calls His “well-disciplined acquisition.” Is this the implement that was used to punish the slave?” “It is, Uncle Adam, but it wasn’t used to punish the slave. It wasn’t punishment; it was training to help the slave understand what is in its Master’s power to do.” 10 humiliation points to Master! Master takes the whip out of my mouth and orders me to open up. He takes a mouthful of coffee and leans down to expel it into my mouth and I hear admiring comments from onlookers. Apparently we are already drawing considerable attention. I can feel the air getting more oppressive as people gather around. Master makes an announcement. “I invite anyone who wishes to observe this slave closely and see what I have done to help it learn its place, but no touching, please. Its pain level is still quite high.”

He orders me to stand and then pulls me away from the gathering crowd out into more open air. I hear one Dom say to His boy, “See that! That’s what happens when a sub becomes a slave.” The boy quickly responds, “Then I will stay a sub. That’s far too much for me, Sir.” The Dom chuckles, but then I hear a slap and then the boy apologizes for its snide remark and I hear it slapped again. Master orders me to open up, and dribbles some more coffee down my throat.

“alex!” I hear Phil yell. “O my fucking God, sweetie, what has this brute done to my little sister?” Master has not given permission for me to raise my eyes or respond. He chuckles and says, “So this is the infamous Phil! And bare-chested! Perhaps you’d like a taste of this whip that your little buddy has gotten to know so well,” He says in a threatening voice. Phil answers in his most flippant voice, “No thanks, Brutus, so not my scene. But it certainly has increased my admiration for you, Sir, that You have won such submission for my bratty sister. And, if You will pardon my note of concern, since I do happen to be a nurse, I dare say I see a couple of spots that should really be tended to, if You don’t mind my saying so.”

“Thank you for being so observant. By all means, take the boy into the nurse’s office and do what you think is necessary. It has been somewhat difficult for the slave to endure the long car ride, so I’m not surprised that it may need a bit of attention. And alex, once you’re in the room with your friend you have permission to look around and speak. But as soon as you come out, the usual rules apply.” He hands the leash to Phil and says, “Be my guest pal.” Phil, triumphantly leads me off to his domain.

We get into the room and immediately Phil kisses me on the cheek. “Oh honey, I’m so happy for you. You are okay, right?”

“More than okay, Phil. Ecstatic, actually. But sore as hell. What have you noticed?”

“Nothing at all, honey. I just wanted an excuse to get you all to myself  for a few minutes. Your picture should be on the cover of every BDSM magazine in existence, sweetheart. You look ravishingly ravished! All I care about is that you are happy.”

“Phil, I’m madly in love with Him, and madly in love with the way He knows exactly how to handle me. It’s not all easy, but nothing is all easy in any relationship, but I have never felt more at peace and more settled than I’ve become this week and I look back over the past couple of years and realize just how unhappy I’ve been and how frustrated. Now there is nothing to worry about. I have become what I have always wanted to be: a true slave. Billy’s slave. And He has been the One I’ve always been looking for. I still have trouble believing that our needs match up so well. And I have never felt more cared for, more protected, and more cherished than I do now. I know most people would think this is all really sick, but you know, honey. You know me well.”

“Yes, I do. and there is a look about you that I’ve never seen in you before, and I’m not talking about the state of your body, but rather the state of your heart. I just hope nothing happens to ruin it. And, speaking of your body it would be a good idea for me to spray some Witch Hazel on you. It will sting, but it’s obvious that you’ve been well acquainted with stinging.”

“fine, but if there is going to be some pain involved, please go outside and ask Master to come in to witness it.”

“Sure thing, honey.” He leaves and quickly comes back with Master in tow.

“Your friend tells me that this will be good for you but it will also exacerbate your pain. I’m pleased that you realized I would want to be present to witness it.” He unclips my wrists from my collar and orders, “Hands up over your head, boy,” and then He reaches up to hold my hands in His. “Okay, Phil, you are the only person I’d ever allow to torture my slave, but only because it’s for a good reason. Fire away.”

“sorry for the sting, honey,” says Phil, who slowly begins to spray me with the mixture and it does hurt. A lot. I whimper out loud. “Take it, slave, take it as part of the whipping you received,” He orders, and it helps me endure the pain. Phil finishes and Master kisses me tenderly and the tears flow down my face. “You’re a good boy,” He says to me, and I stroke His cheeks with my hands.

“How you doin, Kid?” asks Phil. “It’s settling down, buddy. Thanks.”

“Pain level?” asks Master.

“5, Master.”

“Good. less than when we left the house.”

“Billy, please see me before You leave tonight and I’ll give You a full bottle of this stuff. Use it again before You put him to bed tonight. He’ll be in much better shape tomorrow. And let me put a little bandaid on the side of his ass so it looks like I actually did some first aid on him.”

“No need,” says Billy. “Let them think what they want. But I have to say, I feel a little sorry for some of the subs here tonight. They might find their Dom’s a bit too inspired when they go home later.”

Phil chuckles. “Will serve them right. And alex, give me a ring in a couple days. Let me know how you’re doing.” And to Billy, “do you have any idea when he’ll be back in town, Sir?”

“He’s not going to be back in town, Phil. I’m taking him to live with Me. I’ll be bringing him down in a week or so to close up the apartment. We’ll let you know and I’ll give him permission to go out to lunch with you, how’s that?”

“Wonderful! Thanks so much.”

“Think nothing of it. I don’t intend to isolate my slave from any of its good friends. That would be a sure sign of mental and emotional abuse and I’m not about that. You could do me a favor and let the rest of the guys in its crowd know, and I’ll tell you what: I’ll have you all up to the house in CT for a get-together sometime after the wedding.”

“Wedding? Am I hallucinating? Did you say wedding? OMG”

“Yes, wedding. Details to follow, Phil. Nothing is settled yet, but yes, I am marrying him. Further protection for him should something happen to me. Have to take advantage of the benefits of legal marriage now, you know.”

“I’m so thrilled do know You are so serious about this continuing.”

“Hey, Phil, no one whips a boy the way I had this boy whipped if they plan on ducking away from the scene any time in the future.”

“Good point, dude. Well, I’ll let you guys get back to the party. Don’t forget to check with me before you leave, and I’ll tell Uncle Adam too so he’ll know what to get you if you can’t find me, if I’m tied up somewhere . . . . hopefully!” And Phil dashes off.

“What a sweetheart!”

“Glad You approve of Your slave’s friends, Master.”

“Okay, boy. Back outside. Eyes down. No speaking.”

He picks up the leash and leads me back into the club.

For a good while, He just toured the various part of the club with me in tow, eyes lowered. Friends of His greeted Him, some had things to say His ability to whip a slave and get it to take it (which as far as I’m concerned, is the greatest compliment to Him of all); one jerk wanted to know what drugs He gave me to get me to agree to be degraded to so extreme an extent (which was another kind of compliment because He was incredulous when Master told him that no drugs were involved other than poppers and I myself  am happy to know that they recognize I have been extremely degraded).

One sub told Him he was a friend of mine and asked if he could speak with me and Master refused his request. And you know, I really appreciated that. I appreciated that He was protecting me from anything that might pull me right out of the space He’d put me in ever since He punished me after I had been whipped until I safe-worded on my back, my ass and my chest. Some might think I should go see a shrink for thinking this way, but been there, tried that, but nothing has ever been done to fundamentally change my very nature, no better than things can be done to ‘covert’ someone’s sexual orientation permanently either). This is who I am, and if there is a god out there, then I have to thank Him for creating the only person who would ever be able to really get to me the way Billy does, is Billy Himself. So thanks a lot! I’ll promise to be really good at it and always keep Billy happy. So much for that.

I was really proud that a couple of times, some Dom there would ask to take Him inside to ask a question and when that happened, Master looked around for a friend to take care of me and hand Him the end of the leash, and went off to have a private conversation with the fellow, lots of hands waving around and then a great big hug at the very end; then Master would come and take the leash and take me somewhere else.

I briefly wondered that He would tell me anything about it if I asked. Dammit! He picked it right up and said, “What’s going on? Your entire way of holding your head has suddenly shifted. Out with it, alex, or I will take this whip to you again here so everyone can hear you scream.”

Tears come out of my eyes.he steps closer. ”Master, this slave is so far from total surrender.”

“Of course you are. So what troubling thought entered your mind, alex.” (That’s twice in a row He’s used my name. He really wants me to let it out.)

“Master, this slave was wondering what You would do if it asked You about those private conversations?”

“boy-brat, they’re called private for a reason. Masters don’t gossip about one another. And, if it ever got out that I told my slave about one of Their conversations about Them, that would be the end of it. I’d never be trusted again. You should have known better, slave. What’s poking at your ass, boy? Go deeper. What is it?”

I really struggle to think what the answer is. Finally, tremulously, I say: “for some reason it really hit me hard that we are not equals in any way whatsoever.”

Like lightning, He slaps me on the face and orders in a loud voice, “on your fucking knees, slave!” Immediately I kneel. He pushes my head into His crotch and starts gently laying His whip down my back and all the pain is more keen. Then, after a few little lashes, He says to me, “so tell, Me, slave, would you really want to be on an equal par with Me about anything specific? Or is that perhaps an absurd thought and must come from all that crap bdsm literature you used to read until I took your cell phone away? He keeps whipping me lightly, always the same, but it is making it impossible for me to think because all I want to do is bow to the ground and kiss the dirt that is on the bottom of His boots.

“Look up,” He says. “Open your mouth, alex.” (He emphasizes my name just so everyone knows exactly whom He has taken)  And He drops a huge glob of spit down from His mouth to my mouth. I swallow, and, still looking up, say, “thank You, Master. this slave understands, Master.”

“Then lower your eyes to the ground again and keep them there. In light of our discussion, I think tonight would be a good night to introduce you to The Humbler.” I gulp. And quickly, He leads me back into the locker room and opens His case. He takes out the ball-spreader strap and pulls out my balls to wrap it around me and my balls are pushed out but not really painful. Just, um, humiliating. Then He pulls out this wooden contraption and rather easily gets it into place and I am bent forward, and I am keenly aware of what my balls just look like to a Master who thinks His slave still needs to be humbled a bit more. Then He takes it off. “Outside again. I want folk to see what you look like when I lock you into it.” He reaches into the case again and also takes out a short brown leather strap or maybe a dog collar.

Without a word of explanation, He takes me to one of the special “stages,” the one that is not too high off the ground, and is circular, and in the middle of it is a set of stocks, like they had in the old times. He brings me onto the stage and has me lower my head and wrists in the openings for them. Then He closes down the upper piece and locks His slave into them. And then He takes the Humbler, pulls my balls out farther from between my legs, and deftly gets it right into place and locks it shut as well. OMG. So many emotions are running through me in and out and up and down that I can’t even identify at the moment. There I am. Whipped. Stockaded. Locked. Humbled. Balls out for torture. I just close my eyes and just keep a picture of Billy smiling at me in my eyes and focus on that. And if that isn’t bad enough, Billy stands there and says out loud, “If any of you, brothers, wants a closer look, just come right up as long as You don’t touch it. Heck, even bring Your sub if You think it would help for it to see what happens to slaves that get too proud.”

I know He’s watching, but I have no idea where He is and men are drawing close all around and about me, seeing the evidence of what He’s had done to this slave. Someone calls out, “What is it being punished for?” and I think we’ve heard that before, but this time Master says, “It wasn’t being punished for anything. It’s a good boy. But it has to be whipped like this as part of its training, so it understands what its Master can do to it whenever He wants, for no reason whatsoever. That’s a hard lesson to learn, and sometimes it takes several whippings like this before the idea sinks in, because then the slave learns that it never, ever, gets any easier. The slave won’t get used to it. Every time is just like the first time.”

And when most of the Masters or Doms are done, Master stands behind me and starts to play with my balls with His hands, little slaps and things, all of which really pound into me and I can hear one of Them say to His friend, “Damn, this is going to be hot!” And all of a sudden Master stops, and comes to my head and takes the strap and bends down to show it to me. And He says to me, “I can use this as I want.”

“Yes, Master, Your slave knows that.”

“But tonight, I am not going to use it. You’ve been a good boy and you have made Me very happy. I’m going to leave you up here because I need to meet with Uncle Adam about something which is none of your business. Don’t worry, alex. Michael is here.”

And I know I’m safe, but damn, I sure wish I knew some of the things that I have no right to wish for unless maybe some careful negotiation during a free speech conversation.

I just close my eyes and ride through it all letting the faggot slave part of me savor all of it when somebody asks me, “Are you really okay?” Someone hustles him away. I couldn’t resist that one. Losing all control, I blurt out in a large voice, “No, I’m not okay, but this is the only way I have to pay the mortgage for my mother and seven sisters.” The entire place erupts into an uproar of laughter. Even Michael, laughing His head off, bends down and says to me, “you know, boy, you’re really in for it now. I wouldn’t be surprised if another day up that ranch is in store for you. A full day this time, boy!” and, as the laughter dies down, so too I slip down into my space, but not as deeply as before.”

After a while, Master comes back and OMG He, too, is laughing.he immediately unlocks the humbler while Michael unlocks the stocks and He helps me stand up, but my legs are rubber, so He just holds me tightly in His arms, and I don’t care about how sore I am, and He whispers to me, “So now that you’ve gone down very deeply into sub space, you now become confident enough to do something to turn an entire BDSM club into constant waves of hysterics. I’m so proud of you.” And then, in a loud voice, He says, “Seven Sisters?” Last month you told me it was Eight sisters!” What happened to one?” He asks. my response is very quick. “Had to sell her.”

One of Master’s friends comes up to Him and says, “when you going to go into professional comedy?” and pats Him on the back.

“Nah,” says Master, “wouldn’t want to do any performing. It would fuck the slave’s head up too much. This is for real right now. And it probably will never ever be happening again.”

Master is still holding me. “Pain level?”  “Only 5, Master, please don’t let go.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” He says. “and by the way, we aren’t going to have to make that drive back tonight. Uncle Adam is giving us the guest suite to use for as long as we need it tonight and tomorrow.” and He kisses me on the cheek. And I back up my face and look at Him and He gives me one of those smiles that is worth more than the greatest work of art anywhere in the world.

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take my fucking cock, bitch,” He says to me as He forces it down my throat with no preliminary preparation. Holding my head, He fucks my face hard and fast and I gag and choke and again He closes my nose and dives deep down into my throat and I can’t breathe at all. He counts out loud to “5” and backs out, letting me catch my breath again. Than again, only this time, He counts to 8, and again until 12, at which point I almost pass out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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