The Alex Chronicles

The Alex Chronicles by Robert Halstead ([email protected])

Chapter One

1. The Phone Call

It was the first day of my six-week vacation. I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize, with a Connecticut area code.

Hi there, Alex. It’s Billy.

Billy Wiggins

Remember me?

Remember him? Damn, he’d been the subject of so many of my masturbation fantasies for the past 6 ½ years. I can still remember the sight of thehead of His cock whilehe was pissing in the boys’ room in our private high school.

Tenth grade, the last week of school. I’d walked into the bathroom to see the “object of my affections,” beautiful dirty blond Billy with the demeaning attitude towards me at times which originally had upset me but eventually seemed to be a form of dominant affection. Billy, who used to tease me so often with short quick remarks such as “who thehell would want to see YOU naked? Or “I’m near enough if you’re queer enough.” Sure, I knew I was queer, but I was terrified to let anyone find out. I wondered ifhe was queer as well, but couldn’t tell for sure and was too afraid to show my hand. One dayhehelped me when I dropped a pile of books on the floor. I knelt down andhe stood over me and gave a nasty giggle.

“Good to see you know where you belong,”he quipped, but then bent over tohelp me collect the books and thenhelped me stand up and gave me a pat on the back before walking away. You can just imagine what was on my mind that night before I went to sleep.

Back to the boys’ room: he caught me peeking. “Like what you see?” he asked me. I made a face but kept on staring.

“Hey, Alex, at least take out your little dick and pretend you’re peeing in case someone comes inhere. But look all you want.”

He finished pissing and shook himself then pointed His piss slit right at me and said in a quiet voice, “We are both too young right now to handle anything, but I want you to know, Alex, that one day in the future, one day a little far off, you are going to serve this cock. Keep that in mind. Don’t you ever forget that.

Now say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ like a good boy.”

I struggled and tried to resist but He kept His position and stared into my eyes staring at His dick. Finally I surrendered.

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled.

“Come on, boy, you can say it clearer than that.”

With a louder voice, “Yes, Sir!” and with that the door to the bathroom opened and we pretended to be going about our business and that was the end of that.

It was an order I was powerless to ignore. “keep that in mind. Don’t you ever forget it.” How many thousands of times had those words run through my mind. How many thousands of loads had I spilled while remembering those words? How many times was I thinking about that very scene while having sex with other guys whose names I don’t even remember or whose names I didn’t know because we were having a bdsm scene in a bathhouse and my mind started to wonder because the so-called Dom didn’t really know what the hell he was doing? How many times had I taken just a few more hits beyond what I could handle, thinking to my self , “I’m taking this for Billy.” You’d better believe it: I kept it in mind, but never ever dreamed that this feisty fellow would have kept track of me over the years and had managed to track me down, even know my phone number.

My blood started racing, and I was tempted to just ignore the text. “What are you thinking,” I asked my self . “He promised this to me.here’s your chance. Don’t wimp out.”

The text was followed with a picture. Damn, you could still see the young teenager in him, but there was a lot else as well. The face had come into focus in a beautiful heart-rending way. His hair the same but seeming to glow in the picture. His chest and His nipples, Oh God, those nipples. And in His hand, without making a big deal out of it, a riding crop. The smile on His face contained the same snarkiness he had always had, but with a look of total confidence and His blue eyes seemed to be staring right into the depths of my kinky gay soul. I decided to answer, but it was difficult because my fingers weren’t cooperating too much.

Sure I remember you, Billy. How could I ever forget you? Besides, you told me to remember.

Good boy. You just pleased me. I’m glad I managed to track you down. We’ve got some unfinished business, Alex.

How have you been?

Life has been good so far. I’m glad college is over.

Me too. What are you doing with yourself?

Enough with the small talk, boy. I just wanted to make sure I had the right number. I will call you in four minutes. I assume you are alone.

Yes, I am, Sir. (WTF? SIR?)

Good. I want you to strip naked and sit in a corner with your legs spread to take my call. 

Damn. I kept looking at the picture he sent me and stared into His eyes. Slowly I stripped off and went to sit naked in the corner of my bedroom, back up against the walls, my legs spread. That plugged me into memories of Doms and Masters swiping at my balls while I took hits of poppers. I didn’t need the poppers right now. I was far too turned on by what I had just done, just because Billy told me to.

Finally, it was time. The phone rang. I picked it up after the second ring. Didn’t want to sound too eager.

“So here we are, Alex, and I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“I want to know why you waited until after the second ring before picking up the phone? I would have expected you to be more eager than that.”

I attempted a feint giggle. “Funny, I didn’t want to appear too eager.”

“That was fucking stupid, boy, and disrespectful. Never try to look a certain way or pretend something that isn’t true. I want all of you, naked, transparent, eager and honest. Understand?”

I hesitated. Finally, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Sohere’s the deal: I have a lovely little place up in the mountains and I’m going to be spending some time there beginning tomorrow. I know you’re on vacation and I want you to spend some time with me and a couple of my friends. You and I will be there alone for a few days, then my friends will join us. You will have the time of your life. Far more fun than you get in those seedy leather bars you like to frequent. I’ve seen you there, boy. Checked you out while wearing a leather cap so you couldn’t see my hair. I’ve seen a lot. And it’s clear to me that your spirit is in the right place but you haven’t been very well trained or disciplined to be what you are meant to be.”

“You were spying on me?”

“Had to make sure about you. About what I suspected would happen with you.”

“Wow. Stalked. That sucks.”

He hung up.

I wanted him back, but the number was blocked. I was filled with regret and slapped my ass ten times as punishment.

2. Training begins by phone.

I had trouble sleeping that night. 3:27 am. The phone rings. I’d kept it by myself on the bed. I answered immediately.

“That’s better. One ring. So, bitch, are you over your little temper tantrum yet? Or should I wait until next summer?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. It just freaked me out a bit.”

“Like I said, Alex, you haven’t been very well trained and that is why your sex life has been so damned unsatisfying. But then again, how could you be trained, considering that most of your encounters were just one-night stands?”

“How could you know this, Sir?”

“Because I hadn’t taken you under my protection and my discipline yet, and that is what you’ve truly needed. No one else could hold your interest for long, boy. And don’t pretend it isn’t true. How many fucking times have you jerked off over the past ten years thinking about my smile and my dick?”

“Lost count, Billy.”

“We need to make up for lost time, boy.”

“If you want, Sir.”

“Well obviously I want, boy. Who the fuck initiated this conversation? Don’t be stupid. You’ve got more sense than that. The truth that I’ve been waiting. I’ve wanted you as well, ever since I saw your eyes when we were standing in that tenth grade bathroom. And it is now time.”

“You wanted ME? I always thought you were scorning me. Sir.”

“You thought wrong, feisty boy. Didn’t you pay attention when I told you that we were still too young back then?”

“Oh, yes, I remember that. Well, now we’re 25 and have obviously been playing the same game.”

“Well it’s time for the playing to stop. And lest I forget, I want you to understand that a good sub boy restrains His natural inclination to react when His buttons get pushed. Like I said, you have a long way to go.”

“Maybe that’s because you haven’t been around for me, Sir.”

“Ah, now you’re leaning in a good direction. Tell me, boy: are you naked? in bed?”

“Yes, Sir, to both. Naked and in bed.”

“Well then, get your naughty self out of bed and kneel on the floor facing the corner.”

I’m not going to react. Just do what he says and find out where it leads.

“in position, Sir.”

“Good boy. See how simple it is? I speak. You obey. No need to overthink it. Understand?”

“I think so, Sir.”

“Well then, think about those times when you have really gotten a lot of satisfaction out of acting like a pretend slaveboy in those bars and baths and clubs. I’d bet that the reason you got off on it was because those were situations wH=here you purely and simply did what you were told without fighting or thinking about it too much. Take your time while you’re kneeling there naked in the corner in the middle of the night. Think, boy, think. Can you recall any times like that. Don’t answer right away. Think.”

a few minutes pass

“There aren’t too many times, Sir, but I know the first time was back in that bathroom when you ordered me to start pretending I was peeing in case someone came in. I obeyed without even thinking about it. I felt like I was getting high until that other kid came in. And there must have been other times as well, but I am having a hard time remembering them.”

“You can’t remember a time when you wanted to be a good slave to a Master so much that you completely surrendered to him and did everything he wanted you to do?”

“There was one time at a club when a Dom was teasing me with a set of handcuffs and I kept watching him. Finally he told me to give him my wrist and I did immediately. He put the cuff on and then told me to give him my other wrist and I did that too. It was awesome. But then he ruined it.”

“How didh e ruin it?”

“He brought me into another room and said to me, “I am going to break you down and build you up again from the bottom up,” and I freaked and shook my head no and he took off the handcuffs.”

“Alex, he didn’t ruin that scene. You did. You had actually no way of knowing what he meant to you by those words, or what it might have meant for you. But instead of just confessing to him that he was making you nervous, you decided to back out of the whole opportunity without even safewording. You have no idea what you might have missed. Just from your description of the way he seduced you into letting him cuff you indicates to me that he was probably an expert in domination but decided not to waste His time, considering your reaction. Think about that a minute before answering me, boy.”

I start to think. . . . . “You are probably right, Sir, but to tell you the truth I have often thought back to that time and wished I could have gone along to discover what would be happening. I mean, we were in a public club. I was perfectly safe. Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“. . . and I wouldn’t be surprised if a number of other missed opportunities will be coming to mind as you learn more and more about true submission. Listen, Alex, I am going to change your position. I will text you a picture. I want you to assume the pose that is in the picture and put your phone on speaker.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The picture comes through. A well-built short-haired collared slave is bowing down with his head touching the ground and his hands placed on each side of his head with his arms stretched as far away as possible. It’s a classic groveling pose and I’ve been in that situation before. I immediately put my phone on speaker and put myself into that position.

“In position, Sir.”

“Good boy. Notice how much I am trusting you to do what I tell you to do and not to be faking it with me.”

“No, Billy, I promise I will not fake anything.”

“Good boy. Stay in that position but see if you can spread your legs farther apart without falling over.”

I struggle to do so. “Yes, Sir. In position as best I could.”

“that’s good enough for now. It will be much easier when I am standing over you with my riding crop and using that to adjust any deficiencies in your position. Think of that.”

“I just trembled, Sir, and I am as hard as a rock.”

“don’t you dare touch it, slave!”

“No, Master, I won’t.”

“You used the ‘M’ word. Good progress. For the record you can address me according to what you are feeling inside. There are three choices: Billy, Sir, and Master. It is fine to switch from one to another. I will use a number of different names for you, but I want to keep you having the name Alex and not give you a new name. Because as Alex, ever since we first met in elementary school, Alex has been your true slave name. I always thought of you that way, as my inferior, as weaker than me, as someone I wanted to control but also protect, and as we entered puberty I started imagining you as a sexual servant to me.”

“May I ask, Sir, why didn’t you act on those feelings?”

“Very simple. I told you: we were too young. I would have been impossible to do anything together without getting caught. Besides, I had a lot to learn about becoming the type of Master that could bring the best out of you.”

“Have you, Sir? Become that type of Master?

“What do you think, Alex?”

“I’m feeling that, Master, definitely. I’m short of breath groveling down here for you.”

“slow down your breathing, Alex, immediately. I can hear you breathing heavy.”

about 30 seconds pass. “Better, boy, better.”

“Feeling better Sir.”

“Good. Now I have something to tell you. You have heard these words before but you were two much a pansy to flow with them, but I am telling you this in all seriousness. Listen carefully: His voice gets more demanding. “I am going to break you down and then build you back from the bottom up. I am going to break away all your shitty ideas about what it means to be a submissive slave and replace them with the ideas and practices which will bring me the most pleasure. And if you become that submissive slave for me, your pleasure will be greater than anything you have ever imagined. Because if you become my submissive slave, you will discover who you were always meant to become. I am going to train you, correct you, discipline you, condition you, teach you to take the lash with no fear, and I will own you as my own precious possession.”

What could I say? I fought to control my breathing before saying anything. “it frightens me a little, Master, but at the same time there is something in me that wants more than anything else to give my self into your hands.”

“Of course you want it more than anything else. It is your destiny, just as it is mine to be your Lord and Master for all time. This is not a weekend’s play period or a one night stand. This is about destiny. And about breaking you from what prevents you from realizing your destiny. Do you understand now?”

“Much better, Master, thank you.”

“During the day today, I want you to do whatever you have to do to let people know that you will be away for a few weeks. If you do not have a black jock, go and get one and make sure it is tight. DO NOT JERK OFF. Take cold showers, and I’m not kidding about this: do it a few times during the day. I will be at your place tomorrow night at 8:30. I will bring supper. Throw away anything in your fridge that might expire or go bad. Make sure the apartment is spotless. Have an open backpack on your bed but don’t pack anything. I will pack what I want you to have. Tomorrow night, after waiting for ten years, you will finally have the opportunity to get to know my cock intimately and to service it as I command.”

“I will send that last paragraph to you as a text message so you don’t neglect anything through forgetfulness. Now I want you to use your arms to raise yourself up off the floor and sit up, leaning back on your heels. Say ‘yes, Sir’ when you’re in position. Be careful. You might get a little dizzy. Go!”

I sit up and just as he says, I am light-Headed for a bit. Finally in position. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now kneel up.” . . . . . .”Yes, Sir.”

“Now stand up.” . . . . . . “Yes, Sir.”

“As soon as I hang up you are to go and take a two-minute cold shower. Go and time yourself. You may use soap. When you get out of the shower don’t use a towel. Drip dry. Then take your pillow and lie on the ground alongside your bed and sleep there. Make sure you set your clock for about noon in case you oversleep, because it is almost 5 am now. Got it?”

“Yes, Master. I will obey all.”

“Better to say, ‘this sub will obey all.’ Start to learn to not use the word “I” when referring to yourself.”

“Yes, Sir. Have read things like that so understand what you mean.”

“Excellent. That is all for tonight, Alex. Pleasant dreams as you lie on the floor still dripping with cold water. Good for slave formation.”

Before I can offer anything, he hung up.

The shower was awful and I had to fight to stay under it for 2 minutes. The drip-down period was even worse. No chance at any warmth from the towels. It was humiliating as hell to lie on the floor, still wet, on my sad pillow, but even with all that it did not take me long to fall asleep and I was awakened when the alarm went off. Why the fuck am I on the floor? Oh wait. . . Master ordered it. A text comes through: 

Next shower is three minutes. Add one additional minute for each individual shower. Make sure your final shower is at 8:10 pm.

3. This is my chance.

“Why am I doing this,” I asked myself . Temptations to cheat arose, but in addition to that, I felt considerable resentment about having to do something so difficult and so demeaning. Three minutes. Last night, I could barely manage two. “do I really want to go through with all this?” I asked myself more than once. The answer quickly came back, repeatedly: “Yes. It’s Billy. The object of so much fantasy is now going to become a reality.”

Something stirred within me, an inner sense of thrill. my inner slaveboy was awakening and whispering to me,

“Now is your chance. Now is the moment when you can become what you always pretended you wanted to be. This is what is meant for you by the Universe. Be the boy Billy wants you to be. Trust His judgment. He knows what is good for you. He has been planning your metamorphosis for ten years now, and how you have yearned for him! Do it. Don’t fight off those handcuffs like you did back in the Hellfire Club. Surrender. Obey. It isn’t really that big a thing. A lot of men take cold showers, it’s nothing special. Or is your comfort more important than what Billy wants from you?”

My cock was hard but I had been ordered not to touch it. Again, I realized that I could c hHeat and he wouldn’t know the difference. But I would know. “Surrender, Dorothy! Surrender, Alex. Get your ass up and into the shower and set your timer for three minutes. Let it soften your cock and make it useless. Submit. Oh, this would be so much easier if Billy were here watching me! But I have to prove to my self that I could let him rule me. Oh, how my insides quiver at the thought.”

I got up off my slaveboy bed and, in a bit of a trance, I went into the bathroom, turned on the water and set the timer. And, taking a deep breath (and a hit of poppers), I got under the water. It was more difficult than accepting lashes from a Dom at the club. I remembered how I used to condition my self mentally to take the pain and how so often the pain turned into pleasure. Could I actually feel pleasure, standing here naked and cold and trembling. YES! I took another hit and imagined the cold water hitting my trembling flesh was Billy’s whip. Almost forgetting my self , I picked up the bar of soap and quickly scrubbed myself . The scrubbing made it easier to take the pain of the cold. And then, suddenly, the timer went off. Wow! This didn’t seem as long as the last time. Quickly I turned off the water and ran my hands down my body trying to push off the water that remained on my trembling body. Like a dog, I shook myself dry and got out of the shower.

I peed and brushed my teeth and started to shave. Surely it was okay to use warm water to shave? I couldn’t cold shave or I’d have nicks all over my face. Would he want that? No. It felt strange, the warm water on my razor while my body still trembled, still wet. This was so damn humiliating! Did he know that? I heard my phone ding and as soon as I washed the shaving cream off my face, I practically ran to the phone. It was a text from Billy.

I want you to know that I would never ask you to do something I haven’t done m self . The only way a true Dom can be formed is by serving as a submissive. I know what you are feeling and I canhear what you are thinking. I know what it’s like. I am very pleased with you, Alex. You are going to be a good boy for me and a fine slave some day.

That was so reassuring. I replied:

Trembling on the outside from the cold and trembling on the inside from the reality of my obedience and my submission to you, Master.

Another text came through:

I have to train you how to think, how to write, how to speak. Instead of “My” when referring to yourself, boy, say “its,” and capitalize any word referring to any Master at any time. Therefore, “You,” not “you.”

Understand?

Yes, Sir. It has used these rules in the past. It will practice them well. Thank You, Master.

He sends through a “thumbs up.”

Eat your breakfast naked. Remain naked until it is time to go shopping. Reread the instructions I sent you yesterday and make sure you obey them all. Get dressed in a pair of shorts, no underpants, a t-shirt and sandals without socks. Go and do your chores. Make sure the new jock is tight. Once you get back home you may wear it for the rest of the day unless you are wet. Take another shower when you get back home and then do what you need to do to notify people you will be away. Empty the refrigerator and put all of it in a trash bag, also throw away all of your underpants, boxers, etc. You will no longer be allowed to wear these things. They are for free men only, not boys like you. I will be in touch around lunch time.

Yes, Master. 

Shopping for the jock was a strange experience as well. There was an “adult store” near me that carried such items. Emboldened by all that was happening, I went to one of the salesmen and explained that “My Master wants me to buy a black jock and to make sure it is smaller than I usually would choose because he wants it to be very tight.” No embarrassment at that. These people were used to just about anything. Doug, the salesman, told me that it wouldn’t be possible for me to try these things on for reasons of sanitation and suggest that I buy a couple sizes so I could find out at home which would be best. I started with my usual waist size and then bought two others that were smaller, just to be safe. While I was there, I also decided to get a new bottle of poppers. I considered buying other things, but decided that it was the Master’s responsibility to provide me with what He wanted me to have or wear.

(Notice that I capitalized the word ‘He’!)

Once I returned home, with shaking hands I opened up the jocks and it didn’t take long for me to choose which one was tight enough in the right places to meet the requirement I ‘d been given. I didn’t keep it on because I had to take another cold shower, dammit!

This shower was 4 minutes and I don’t think I could have made it without the poppers. Now I was chilled to the bone, and while I drip dried—the worst part of all—I started to clean out the fridge. I was heartbroken about the command to get rid of my underwear. I had spent a lot of money on the things I had and was sad to be parted from them. Yet, at the same time, once again I felt my inner slaveboy shaking with delight at being further humiliated. Tossing these things out was another moment of truth: Did I really want this? And yet, the very act of putting those things into the trash bag filled me with a special kind of pleasure that I remember experiencing the first time I was humiliated in a public place.

There was a small back room in a bar near my house, so most of the guys there were local. A Dom guy attracted my attention and gestured for me to follow him into the back room. When we got there, he pulled off my shirt and worked my nipples until I was groaning. Then he ordered me to bow down and lick His boots in a public back room in front of the other men who were there: my first slaveboy act to be witnessed by others. I remember how I had to fight in order to obey His command, and how I hesitated until he laid a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down and I knelt and bowed and submitted. This was the first time that I had ever done anything like that in view of others. That was the first night I ever drank piss—the same guy’s after he’d taken me to a motel. But it was that simple act of humiliating myself in front of others that sticks in my memory. Eventually, of course, acts of submission in public clubs in full view of other men became commonplace and was especially tantalizing when I had to do something in front of guys I considered to be my friends.

Word quickly got out that I was becoming more and more submissive. One of my best friends gave me a new title: “the everything Queen.” Others were really supportive, some even congratulating me at breaking through to new levels of submission.

I wonder what they would think of me at this moment when my precious briefs and boxers and thongs were in a trash bag along with salad items, milk, butter and cheese. I had two yogurts in the fridge which I decided to leave there, one for lunch and one for breakfast the next morning.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and brought the bag down to the garbage, not caring about being bare-chested and barefoot and still a little damp. Two women saw me and gave me funny looks, but what did it matter. I wouldn’t be around the next couple of weeks, I guess. If Billy wanted, I would spend my entire vacation with Him.

Around lunch time I got a text:

I want to speak with you. Put the phone on speaker mode again and get down on the ground the way I ordered you to do yesterday. For your information, the command for you to get into that position is very simple: “Down!” When you hear that command from either me or one of my friends, you drop immediately and remain there until given permission to change positions. Now go set the phone and DOWN!

I got into place, still trembling from the cold. The phone rang and I answered immediately.

“How are you doing, alex?”

“Cold, Sir. And just threw out my food and underwear.”

“Good boy. How are you enduring your showers?”

“It’s very difficult, Sir, and this sub is using poppers in order to stand it, trying to imagine that the cold hitting its flesh are strokes of a whip or something.”

“Good for you for thinking that way, and I have no problem with you using poppers to help you submit, at least for now. I have other things to give you that will help you be more moldable in the future. What does your body feel like right now?”

“Chilled to the bone, Sir. The hardest part is dripping dry, because the cold just doesn’t let up.”

“Well I won’t have you getting sick, and you’ve been a good boy, so from now on you may use towels to dry yourself after each shower. The next one will be 5 minutes and after that each time will be 5 minutes with no further increase.”

“thank You, Master.”

“What is left in your fridge, boy?”

“Master, this boy threw everything out. it was easier that way. All that is in there now are two servings of yogurt. Intended to have one for lunch and one for breakfast tomorrow morning if You have no objections.”

“That is fine, Alex. So what is left for you to do?”

“Cleaning, Sir. Not good at house-keeping so there’s a lot of work to do. And I have a few people to call.”

“Very good. When you were an unclaimed fag boy flapping in the breeze it didn’t matter how you kept house. But now you have a Master who has claimed you for Himself, and your motivation is very different because you want things to be nice and clean and orderly for your Master and also for His friends when we are up at the cabin. You will get better at house-keeping, slave. And now is time to begin. Clean youR apartment for your Master like the slave you are. A good chance to practice. Under the lash if I don’t like what I find when I get there tonight, if that’s what it will take to get some good work out of you. It’s not all just about sex, bitch. It’s about service and work slavery. Understand?”

Hesitatingly . . . “Yes, Master. Understand.”

“You don’t sound excited about that, boy.”

“Well, sir, You said You didn’t want this boy to pretend about anything. What You just said frightens this boy a bit.”

“Good boy for being honest. You will find that with the right training and right discipline, there will be little fear in your life, I promise you.”

“thank You, Master, for reassuring me.”

“This is what I was talking about yesterday, boy. You have not been trained as a true slave, so these are unusual and unsettling things for you at this point. You will be amazed at how much your feelings will be regulated and how you will settle into your slavery for me.”

“Yes, Sir. This sub keeps remembering how much You used to turn it on when we were even in seventh and eighth grades, even before it really understood why.”

“This will be a good education for you, boy. The best part of your education. Do you remember when Brother G. took His strap to the entire class?”

“Oh yes, it does, Sir. And it can tell you that it actually got an erection when it got up to be strapped.”

“Ah, the beginnings of true masochism! I have to go in a couple minutes. I have to tell you that you are going to have two visitors, one at exactly 2 pm and one at exactly 5 pm. Have your door unlocked and be completely naked, no jock, and on the GROUND. These are the two friends of mine who will be with us at the cabin toward the end of the week. They will come in and inspect you and give you a chance to meet them, and they will train you exactly the way they want you to suck their cocks. You must know by this point that every man has a particular way He likes His cock sucked, and a good slave has to learn all these methods. It’s not about the pleasure you get out of sucking a cock, slave, it’s about the way you can give the most particular pleasure to every superior man. So anyway, you will be well warmed up to sucking cock for when I get there at 8:30 and you get to see and worship and service my cock for the very first time.”

“This boy can’t wait, Master. A 15 year old dream.”

“for me as well, boy. It will be a special time, the first time you serve me. That is all now. Make sure you are ready and on the ground at 2 pm and 5 pm and also at 8:30 pm when I arrive. Shower after each man uses you and again at 8:10 pm. 5 minutes each time. HOT shower at 8:10.”

“Yes, Master. Thank You for permission to take a hot shower, Master.”

He hangs up.

It really did make a difference, what the Master said. Besides, I’d never tried to do housework naked before. I threw on a pair of shorts when I brought the laundry downstairs and wore sandals, but that was all. This time no one saw me. Fine. I made the phone calls I needed to make and had a brief conversation with Philip, my best friend.

“Phil, I’m not going to be around for a few weeks. There’s this guy I knew in high school that I had a terrible crush on. Last time I saw him we were 15. he caught me staring at His Cock in the bathroom one day and called me on it and told me that one day I would be serving His Cock. Didn’t have the balls to do anything about it at that time, but guess what? He just tracked me down, and he’s a Dom. And he wants me. He has this cabin upstate and He’s bringing me there tomorrow and He says He’s going to train me to be a perfect slaveboy for Him. And Damn, I wanted that when we were kids, so this looks really good for me.”

“Just what you’ve always wanted, slut! Have a good time and maybe some day I’ll get to see this mystery man, I mean mystery Dom. If He ever lets you contact your oldest friends again.”

“We’ve spoken on the phone a few times and He’s been texting me, telling what do to get ready for Him. He’ll behere at 8:30 tonight so I can give Him His first blowjob from me. He’s keeping me naked all this time and sending instructions and has a couple of friends dropping by here this afternoon for me to service. He’s calling me ‘slave’ already, man. Can’t fucking believe it. He told me that He’s seen me in clubs and has noticed that I haven’t been well trained by the Doms aroundhere, and says He has a lot to teach me.”

“Well, honey, make sure you’re a good student. Don’t let this one get away. Sounds like it’s going to be pretty intense.”

“You’re not kidding, man. So I’ll be in touch. Text me if you want. Maybe I”ll be able to answer but don’t worry if I don’t. I promise I’ll get in touch as soon as I can. Hopefully I won’t be disappointed and downhearted the next time I talk to you. Maybe I’ll be collared.”

“I hope it works out. You’ve needed this for a long time, Alex. I wish you all the best.”

“Thanks, dude. Love you. Goodbye for now”

A text come through from BillyL

Place an empty backpack on your bed and lay out whatever toys, belts, whips, etc., that you have for my selection. I will pack for you tonight. You really won’t need much, boy because most of the time you’ll be naked. Just make sure you lay out everything you might want Me to consider. AND your wallet with any money you have in the apartment. AND give your car keys to the Guy who comes by at 2 pm. He’ll take care of your car.

“Yes, Master. This boy is finding joy in being stripped for You.”

“Good. That’s what you need to be. Naked and penniless.”

“Thank You, Billy.”

Naked and penniless. Those words set my sub heart glowing. I remember a picture I once saw of a naked slave at an auction with a big sign around His neck which read, “For sale,” and nothing else. It became part of my spank bank, just the thought that this naked slave had nothing attached to him and was out there waiting to be taken by the highest bidder and then led off the stage, naked and penniless. I wondered what happened to him and how it felt to be that destitute and completely unattached to anything that ordinary men took for granted. What it would be like to be taken by a stranger who would then own him and prepare him for some use in his new world, new existence, powerless to make any decisions about his future. In a way, I envied him, but now I felt like I had become him as I knelt on the floor of my bathroom scrubbing the tub and toilet and making things pristine clean, not for myself , but for my Master, for Billy, just to please Him the way He wanted.

At 1:55 my watch-clock went off, reminding me to get ready for my 2 pm visitor. What would this be like, I wondered. I unlocked the door and got into position near the side of the bed (which I’m not allowed to use any more), naked and humbled and simply available for what this Friend of my Master wanted from me. My blood started racing as I got into position, and when I heard the door open I became paralyzed with fear and reveled in the humiliation of the moment. The door closed and booted footsteps came near. “Do not look up. Do not raise your eyes higher than my Cock, boy. You will know Me by my Cock. My name is Michael. Raise your ass higher, boy, so I can see your balls hanging down between your legs.” I did as He said and then felt a couple of light taps to my balls by this Master whom I was not allowed to see. He drew near and stood between me and the bed and I heard a noise and realized that His jeans and boxers have been dropped to the ground.

“Again I tell you, boy: do not look up. Keep your eyes fixed on my skin. Put your mouth to my right leg above my ankle and slowly kiss and lick your way up until you got to my Balls.” He tasted good and the scent of the body wash He had used remained with me and made me hunger. “there you go, boy. Lick you way up until you reach my Balls and then saturate them with your saliva.” Hairless. Pretty big. I just kicked and licked and realized that His Balls were too large to fit in my mouth together. No matter. He didn’t tell me to put them into my mouth. Dammnit! I have to learn not to think, not to anticipate, simply to fix my mind on doing what I was ordered to do.

The top of my head reached His Cock and it lay over my head. “Lean back, boy, and gaze on my Cock for the first time.” It was long and slender with a well-formed head. Thank God for circumcision; I really believe that God ordered it for aesthetic reasons. A cut cock is so neat, so well-formed, and there was no nonsense. There it was, and as I gazed on it, I discovered that my mouth kept watering and I was looking forward to being given the right to put it into my mouth.

“Take the head into your mouth, slaveboy, and work your tongue and saliva to make it feel good. . . . Ah, so nice. We will be enjoying that mouth. Come on, alex, slide all of Me down your throat. Use a lot of tongue and make Me wet, boy. That’s good. Take more, take it to your gag spot and let me hear you try to swallow all of Me.”

It didn’t take long before I had reached my limit. “Good boy. Now open your mouth wider and take a deep breath and let Me in farther. Let Me hear you choke. When you back off, take a bigger breath and then move down past that point. Let my Cock open your throat. DAMN, boy, don’t let my Cock out of your mouth. Practice your breathing and let Me press deeper. don’t worry about breathing. A slave like you is meant to take cock deep and beyond all choking. There you go: swallow it, boy. Pull back to the tip and then dive down again, farther each time. Good boy. You’ll almost there. Back off again and open yourself to my invasion. Let my pre-cum lubricate your throat so I can fuck your mouth the way it needs to be fucked. Let Me use your mouth like a cunt. Back off again and take a very deep breath. I want to rape your cunt, bitch. Three more big breaths, boy, and then just open and let me do the work now.”

I believed that He would succeed in getting all the way down my throat, and I found myself hoping this would happen and He would be able to claim me as His own. I yearned to hear those words: good boy. He put His hand on the back of my head and pressed, and there He was, all the way down into a part of me that no man had ever invaded before. He fucked harder, long forceful deep strokes. “Tighten your mouth, bitch. There, that’s it. I’m close. Here it comes, slave. Wrap your mouth around my Tip and lay your tongue at my Slit and feel my Seed pour into your mouth. Become my cumdump, Alex. Oh, fuck, Oh so good.”

He poured Himself into my mouth. Salty but not bitter. I let it slide into my throat and heard the command: SWALLOW! And I did. It was more than a mouthful and I had to keep swallowing while He put His Hand on my Adam’s apple and felt the muscles of my throat working to swallow what He had given me. I had not been allowed to see His face. I was just a receptacle for His effluvia, swallowing greedily and looking forward to the moment when I would be able to run my tongue over His Slit and clean Him well.

“Good boy. Now lick Me clean before I put myself away. That’s right. You’re a good cum slave, Billy was right. Now put your head down on the ground again.”

I heard Him pull up His pants. Something rattled on the bed. “These are your car keys? On the blue flap?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I am taking them. You have no need of a car of your own for now. Keep your head to the ground until you hear the door close behind Me, then go take your shower as you’ve been instructed. In a few days you will be allowed to gaze upon my Face, upon all of Me, and I am looking forward to hearing you cry out and groan and perhaps even cry. Slave boys need tears on their faces, I assure you. You will make Us all very happy. And you will find your purpose and your happiness in your obedience to Us.”

He pats me on the head with His Foot. “don’t forget to raise your ass high when in this position. don’t get lazy or you will feel the lash.”

And with that, He left the apartment and I heard the door close. I didn’t move for a while but just stayed in the position He left me in. finally, I got up and continued my work scrubbing the bathroom and got a strange sense of satisfaction from it all, and from the fact that I’d just been used to bring pleasure to Someone I don’t think I ever met. “Oh yes, a shower. Shit!” Full five minutes.

I survived it and trembling set about wiping the tub dry again and toweled myself off, grateful that Billy had decided to let me dry myself off this time. Then I went about my chores.

By 3:30 I was just about finished and didn’t know what to do with my self until a text came in:

Once you have finished cleaning, sit at the table and write these lines:

 I will soon be claimed by Billy, Billy I have always wanted to serve. Billy so perfect.

Continue with that. Make sure you are being neat. Don’t rush. Let every word of what you are writing sink deeply into your being. Soon you will taste my kisses, boy. Soon you will rest in my arms.

No further text. I sat down and set about my task like a naughty schoolboy learning its lesson.