The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Three

1.

I open my pants and close my eyes and breathe in the smell of Billy’s luxury car and automatically open my legs to give Him access if that is what he wants. I am discovering how much I like resting in submissive postures when I am with Him and how wonderful it feels to be alone with Him, not knowing what is around the corner, but trusting that all things are in His hands. Before long, my balls are in His hand as He gently taps them just to remind me that I am subject to His touch. “I get great pleasure from touching you and knowing that you are a hairless boy,”he tells me,

“This gives me pleasure as well, Billy, after all these years to be stripped like this and under Your care and control.”

“Good boy. Never forget that anything I do to you or permit be done to you is a sign of My care for you. I know what you need more than you do yourself, and I will make it My business to give it to you. Throw down the jacket now. It is dark and you can remain open and exposed next to me.” I do so. He strokes my inner thighs. “I am going to strike you, alex. Be careful not to move an inch or try to get away from Me. Complete surrender is needed here.”

“Yes, Master.”

He spreads my legs wider and raises His hand and brings it down frightfully hard onto my left inner thigh. I grunt but do not move. Again it happens, and again, and I cry out. “Good boy. The noises you make are music for Me.” Three blows to the other side and I cry out again. He raises His Hand to my mouth and I kiss it. “Bathe it, Alex. Make it wet. Palm and fingers.” I focus all my attention on the job He has given me to do. “Always lose all of yourself inside every act of obedience, slave.”” He encourages. He rubs His wet palm on my almost denuded scalp. It feels so good. “Grab your balls, boy. Encircle them with your hand and pull them away from your cage and hold them there so I can smack them.” I do so with nervous anticipation. One hard slap. “They are Yours, Billy, not mine.” “So true, boy. Keep saying and thinking that until it is absolute truth for you.” Three more quick and hard hits. I actually yell out. my cock tries to get hard but is blocked by its cage.

His phone rings and He pushes a button and His father’s voice comes through the car’s sound system. “How soon before you are home?” asks His father. “About 25 minutes, Dad.” “Good. I am looking forward to meeting Your slave, in seeing the progress of its transition from free brat to novice slaveboy. When you get here, bring him to me clothed. I want to watch him strip for Me.” “Sure, Dad, but remember that he is only wearing two pieces of clothing so he’ll quickly strip himself.” “That’s fine. What matters is that he willingly bares His flesh to me, knowing what is to come.”

“I like the way you think, Dad.”

His father chuckles. “See you soon, son. Congratulations on claiming what was always meant to be Y Yours.” “thanks, Dad.”

The call is terminated. Billy speaks to me: “He has wanted you for Me way back in Elementary School when He watched you receiving those awards every year. He told me He knew when He saw you that you would not be able to survive as a free person but would need to be owned and ruled by someone superior, someone like me.” “I wanted to say hello to him but wasn’t sure if it would be allowed.” Billy instructs me, “alex, a slave is never allowed to speak to a Superior on its own unless asked a question or after begging for permission to speak. We are more relaxed within the family, and after my father spanks your ass and welcomes you to the family that also refers to you, but don’t make any assumptions concerning others. NEVER speak to a superior or a Master unless instructed to do so. Never. You will be caned if you do such a thing. Have you ever been caned before, boy?”

“No, Master.” “It is not pleasant, and the pain lasts for days and days afterwards. Caning is a serious punishment. Never forget that.”he lightly slaps my face.

“I won’t Master, I promise. But what about ordinary men who don’t know that this boy is a slave?”

“That protocol doesn’t apply to those situations. For example, you may speak freely with friends or family members or anyone who is not in the lifestyle and doesn’t know what you are. Certainly, that would include people you used to work with.”

“’used to?’ is this slave not returning to its usual employment, Master?”

“I have not made any decisions about that yet. You wouldn’t be returning to work for the next six weeks anyway, correct?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then that gives us plenty of time to address that situation. I do not want you worrying about it now. I will make the decisions regarding every aspect of your life. You will simply submit, just like in everything else. Do NOT obsess about this now. It will disturb your peace of mind and will do you absolutely no good at all. The only thing that matters is for you to realize that henceforth you have no personal agency. Everything is up to your Master. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now pull up your pants. We will soon be arriving at the homestead. And not another word out of you.” He raises His hand to my mouth and I kiss it in submission.

Billy drives us down a long driveway to a clearing in front of two identical homes side by side, each two stories tall and quite spacious, it seems. Both are well lit from the outside. He parks in front of the house on the right. “This is our home,” He says to me, and the word ‘our’ hits my heart with a burst of warmth. “Get out of the car and follow Me inside. Bring your things.” “Yes, Sir.” He unlocks the door and we enter into a well-appointed lobby and I see a spiral staircase off to the side. “Strip here and leave your clothes on the floor. You’ll put them back on when we go to my Father’s next door. You will always be naked in this house.”

I do what He told me to do. “Bring your things upstairs. Follow Me.”he leads me to His private bedroom and as soon as I enter the door He orders me DOWN. I grovel on the floor awaiting what happens next. He goes and sits on the bed. “You know the drill, boy. Crawl over here, get My feet bare and start worshipping them, nice and wet.” He reaches down an places the popper under my nose. “Big sniffs,” He orders, “then back down and suck my toes.” I take the hits and lose my mind as I adore His toes the way I have learned He enjoys.

“You’ll be spending a lot of time at My feet, alex. Be a good slave boy and never give me any sign that you’re growing tired or you’ll be punished.” He mentions punishment often, but so far He has never done anything to me so I have no idea what it would be like for Him to punish me. my goal is to be a good boy for Him. When I worship His Feet, I worship Him as well, and that is truly how I feel about Him. I hear Him open His pants. “Uph ere, slave. Show my Cock how much you want to live like this.” I make my way up between His legs and, once again mesmerized by the beauty of His dick, stick out my tongue and lave His head before wrapping my lips around it. As before I find that I salivate as soon as His cock is in my mouth and I’m glad He affects me this way because it is really hard to be a good cocksucker when my mouth is dry.

“I’m glad you find my Cock so juicy and appealing, slave, but I’m not surprised. I’ve always known how hungry you were for My Dick. But that’s enough now. Time to head next door. I have a pair of flipflops in the closet over there. Crawl over and pick them up with your teeth and bring them over to Me and drop them on the ground, like an obedient pup.” It takes some doing for me to get both of them between my teeth but I manage, and my cock presses against its cage, telling me how much it is turning me on to obey Him this way. I sink into the humiliation. I crawl back to him and drop them on the floor in front of him. He puts them on and orders me to stand up and follow him back downstairs. Once we get there, He orders me to put my shirt and shorts back on and to follow Him outside. We walk next door. Billy takes out His keys and opens the door and bids me enter and follow Him upstairs to His father’s office.

When we get to the office His Father is watching television and there is a naked dude a few years older than us groveling before Him and eating His feet the same way Billy has taught me to do that. I also notice that there are several stripes across His back that seem pretty recent. I guess he was whipped recently. Master William takes His foot and pushes the slave away and orders him to sit in the corner with his legs spread. I can’t help looking and see that he is quite good looking and that he has a heavy iron collar around his neck and that he, too, is locked in a cage. He gets into the position he was ordered to take and keeps his eyes lowered, not daring to look around or look at me.

Master William speaks. “Well, alex, I am happy we have come to this point in time. Even since I first laid eyes on you I thought that you would one day be part of our family and now I am happy to bring you on line with us. Take off your shirt, boy, so I can see your bare flesh and your nipples.” I do so, very much aware that I am being stripped in order to become a slave in this household along with the other fellow. “Very nice. Billy, it looks like you haven’t yet spent much time treating yourself to those perky nipples.”

“No, Dad. I want to wait until after You spank him. I’ll feast on them later when I prepare to fuck him for the first time.”

“You’ve been fucked before, I reckon, alex?”

“A couple times, Sir, but not much.”

“Good. Billy will enjoy breaking you in. I imagine you are still quite tight.”

“I believe so, Master William.”

“Well now, open those shorts and let them fall to the floor so I can see the rest of you.” I do so. Billy reaches over and pulls them off my feet and throws them over by the door. “Get barefoot. I want you totally naked, son.” I do so.

“And so, I am happy to be able to welcome you into our little family. My slave crick has been a bit lonely and will like the company of a brother slave. And I believe Billy has explained to you that we do not have a strict protocol here among us, that you may speak freely unless specifically ordered into silence.”

“Yes, Master William, He did explain that to me, Sir.”

“Well let’s not waste any time. Get over here and place yourself over my lap with your cage and balls between my legs. I’m going to enjoy thrashing your ass for the first time.” Shaking a bit, I go to him and get into position. Meanwhile, Billy reaches over to His father’s desk and picks up a pair of manacles and tells me to hold out my hands.

“don’t worry, boy, you won’t fall. Dad will hold you in place.” He fastens the manacles onto my wrists and clips them to a ring at the bottom of the couch. His father moves a little farther away, still holding me, so that my arms are stretched out and I am unable to move them much. He speaks to the other boy. “crick, get yourself over here and hold this slave’s legs good and tight. Make sure you don’t lose control of them.

“Yes, Master,” says Crick and he crawls over to me and holds me fast.

Billy goes and sits in the chair a few feet away. “Like I told you, alex, I am going to enjoy watching My father claim your ass for our family. I will notice everything. Remember what I told you: don’t be a hero. We want to hear your reactions to this spanking. Cry out, shout, scream, cry, whatever you need to do. We will enjoy hearing you suffer like a slave should. We get great pleasure from disciplining slaves only if the slaves sing to us of their pain. And even though Master William is the one who is spanking you, know that I am in control of what is happening because I am the one who owns you, and I will decide when the spanking will stop. Do not ask for mercy. Do not beg Me to stop the spanking. Drink the pain, sing your songs, and surrender to it. This is the way you will understand that you are now becoming a slaveboy in this family. Let’s begin.”

Master William caressesm My ass with His fingers and I shiver from the pleasure of His touch. But that pleasure quickly turns to some light pain as He begins to smack one cheek and then the other, not too hard, but spreading the warmth everywhere as He strikes me in a different spot each time. I close my eyes and settle in. I’ve been spanked many times, so I know I can take a lot; I’m not afraid. Nonetheless, this is totally humiliating and indeed I feel like a naughty little boy about to be punished for every little thing I have ever done wrong in my life. He begins to spank me harder and I welcome the pain, but sooner than I expected, the pain gets more severe and He hits places that are becoming very sore. At one point, He uses His hand to spread my legs and His hand reaches inside my legs and He hits me there. The blows get harder and quicker. I do start to moan and actually cry out good and loud as areas of my flesh are really getting sore. His hands seem to be reaching more and more deeply into my pain receptors and before long I realize that I am getting spanked more severely than ever before and I am now crying out and hollering, and a few of His blows make me scream. Tears come into my eyes and soon begin falling down my cheeks. The blows continue and now I am sobbing like a baby and writhing despite the fact that my wrists are tightly bound and crick is holding my ankles down, yet still I am trying to escape the power of His punishing hands, but the blows keep falling and now I am choking on my own sobs and my face is totally wet, and for the first time I am wanting to resist my fate while at the same time I am happy to be giving the two Wiggens men so much pleasure at the expense of my throbbing ass flesh. Suddenly, it stops, but My crying and sobbing do not stop. Nor does the fire raging in my flesh. No one moves. All that is happening is my sobbing and now I am hiccupping like a little child.

Suddenly, Billy speaks. “That was fucking awesome, Dad. Thanks so much!” Master William speaks: “crick, let go of the boys ankles and crawl over to lick the tears off its face.” crick comes over and I can barely make out his features as he licks and sucks the tears from my face and this is far more humiliating that the whipping I have just endured. “Stop now, crick,” says Master William. He lets go of me and I fall onto the floor and actually find myself folding into almost a fetal position and hide my face as if I can somehow hide from the degradation of a savage thrashing witnessed by the man who now owns me and His father who has arranged for this transformation to take place in my miserable life. Everyone stays still and suddenly a tremendous peace comes over me despite the throbbing in my nether regions. Time passes; I don’t know how much.

Finally, Billy speaks. “Okay, slave alex, welcome to the family. It is time for Me to bring you home. Get up off the floor and pick up your clothes and follow me back to our place. It is so hard to move, and I can’t manage to raise my eyes, whipped boy that I am. I pick up the pants and shirt. “Put on the foot gear, slave.” I do so. “Follow Me.” He leaves the room and I follow along, limping because of the pain I still feel.

2.

As we leave the house, Billy waits for me to catch out and puts His arm around my neck and kisses me on the cheek. “I am very proud of you, baby boy. You accepted that spanking without asking for it to stop. You allowed it to break you, and that is an important for a true slave to be able to do. It gave Me great pleasure to watch you cry and sob, not because I want you to suffer but because I wanted to see you break through. You crossed the line and accepted your new identity. I know how much it hurts; I’ve been spanked by my father many times in the past. But deep down inside, you are filled with joy, I’m sure, because you realize that we are not playing any games, but that this is real. You. Are. My . Beloved. Slave. Don’t ever forget the fourth word in that statement: Beloved. You are beloved in a way that you have always been searching for but were never able to find.” I wanted to love you even back in school but knew it was too soon. I compensated for that by being a bit of a bully to you. That’s what boys frequently do when they crush on a girl, right? Be a little mean to them? That’s what I was doing to you. Damn, I wanted so much to smack you around back then, but My father warned me that we would only get into trouble and I might even scare you away. But that’s all in the past now. You are MINE, alex, and always will be.

He brings me into what He calls “our home,” has me drop my clothing on the floor, and helps me upstairs. “Get onto the top of the bed in DOWN position, Alex. I’m going to help you feel better.”

I do what He tells me while He looks through something in His top drawer and then comes over to me. “Raise your ass higher, boy.” He touches me beneath my butt and presses both hands into me and then runs them up over my sore beaten ass and He is right, it feels so very good. I moan and sigh. It is like H\he is smoothing the pain all over and it is no longer pain but rather just warmth and His touching me is such a wonderful thing. I would take any kind of beating if He would do that for me after it is over. “Yes, alex, feel Me claim your whipped ass. Feel Me help you. Feel Me love you.” Then He puts some kind of lotion on His hands and begins to rub it into my bottom. “Oh, Master, feels so good. So cool.” “It’s aloe, alex. It will help with the pain and will prevent you from bruising too much. You look bright red and glowing, baby. Now stay there and don’t move while I go wash my hands and get ready to claim you as my own.”

He goes into the bathroom and I hear the sounds of Him washing. Endorphins are flowing through my system and I cannot believe the way I am feeling, so good, so calm, so high, and I am craving His return to me. He comes back and removes His clothes but tells me not to look back. He puts something on His finger and touches my hole and runs His finger around the rim and I quiver and sigh. “When is the last time a Dom fucked you, Alex?”

“Several weeks ago, Sir, and it wasn’t really a Dom but just some guy who took me home from a club. I was very high and just went along with it even though the guy didn’t appeal to me. He talked a good line and told me that I was someone who should be fucked on a regular basis. His talk turned me on a little bit.”

“Did it feel good?”

“No, Sir. He didn’t do any prep, just opened me up roughly and then slammed into me. I shouted out in pain but He put His hand over my mouth and told me to shut up and called me a filthy whore. He was mean. It was horrible. I was sore for three days after.”

“Well, you are a filthy whore. You were living like a slut, like the lowest kind of slut and that man picked up on it and treated you like nothing more than a fucking whore. You should have expected it, considering the way you were running around out of control. Did you stay with Him after He was done with you?” “I kind of passed out, Master, and woke up a few hours later and snuck out of His place and got an Uber to bring me home. When I got home, I cried myself to sleep.”

While I was telling him this, He was working His finger into me slowly and gently and it felt so good. “You will never cry yourself to sleep alone again, baby boy. No one goes into this hole but Me. This is My home and your ass is My Property. And I take good care of My Property.” I feel hHm withdraw and then put in two fingers and scissor me a bit. I moaned. “Pain, Alex?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. Then feel your Master take possession of you. Feel Me start to own you.” Three fingers. I grunted a bit and he withdrew again. “Take a deep breath, boy, and surrender to your Master.” The long, slow process continues and I am becoming His, not only in my rectum, but in my heart.

He withdraws His fingers. “Okay, slave, roll over and lie on your back.” I do so. He fastens manacles onto my legs above my ankles. “Now let go of all your muscles, boy. I am going to put you into position so I can breed you. Remember that I own you now.”

“Yes, Master.”

He takes my legs and raises them up, and He clips my left ankle to my left wrist and then does the same to the right and I am bent over and bound helpless. “You look so hot like this.” He grabs me on the sides of my ass and pulls me closer to the end of the bed so my butthole is hanging off the end of the bed. “Okay, slave Alex, your Master is going to breed you now and you will know the pleasure of being owned by Me just the way you wanted Me to own you when we were just boys.”

“Oh, please, Master, take your slave, please?”

“Look into my eyes.” I do so and His eyes are filled with desire and love. I feel Him enter me and I just let go of everything and feel Him fill me with His awesomeness.

“Billy, fuck me, please. Make me yours!”

He says nothing but enters and I feel myself fill up with Him and slowly He begins to piston into me, picking up speed and watching the reactions in my face until He knows I have become His, and then He fucks hard and fast, and I feel some stirrings within me.

“Oh my God, Billy, I’m gonna cum!”

“Good, boy. Let Me fuck the cum out of you.” Everything trembles and I feel myself shooting without even being hard, and He shouts out, YOU ARE MINE!” and He spills himself into me at the same time and then stays motionless until He softens and slips out of me. I groan at the loss, but it doesn’t last for long because He picks up a plug that I didn’t realize He had there, and fucks me with it again. “This plug is the same size as Me, so you can feel Me in you all night.”he leans over and unclips my legs and helps me settle them down. Then He orders me “on the floor, slave. DOWN!” and I obey without even thinking about it. “Wait there.” He goes into the bathroom and I hear the water running. He comes back with a warm cloth and wipes the lube off my ass and then sits on the bed. “Okay, slave, show My feet how much you appreciate what I have done to you.” I am so exhausted, but I push myself to humble myself before Him and bring pleasure to His feet like I know He enjoys so much. I sigh as I realize that I will be doing this every day and probably numerous times. I sense that it helps ground me. I let go of all thought and simply serve Him.

“Good boy. That’s enough for now. It is always important you humble yourself after I breed you to thank Me for using you this way. Up on the bed now.” He spread back the blankets and helps me into the bed, then gets in himself and folds me into His arms. “Kiss my nipples, boy, and then close your eyes and sleep.” Before I know it, I sink into His embrace and fall sound asleep. And I have never felt better. Ever.

3.

I wake up and realize that my head is cradled in a man’s strong arms. The next thing I notice was how sore my butt is, and that brings back the memories of my “initiation” last night into this four-man fraternity, two of whom are almost always naked and the moment when I felt separated from my sobbing body and felt nothing but warmth and safety, and Billy making a gesture which ended the spanking, but obviously not the pain because it is still gnawing at me in my nether region. Billy’s nipple is near my mouth and I cautiously stick out my tongue and lick it. Billy’s arm moves; He chuckles a bit and says, “I’m happy to see that My slave is already getting addicted to my Body. Keep licking, Alex. Go all the way down like a good boy and make your Master feel good.”

The realization hits me: I have no control over what each moment of my day will be like; Master does, and I don’t have to do anything but obey Him. Slowly, I work my way down, and as my tongue touches His pubic hair I quickly feel the head of His Cock pressing against the bottom of my chin. I am hungry for it, I discover. I remind myself that I’ve hungered for His cock for over ten years and these days are the first when it is really here in my life. I begin to swallow it and I feel my mouth salivating again, a sure sign that this is indeed what I am meant to be doing, and that Billy’s awesome cock is mine now. Or do I have it backwards: am I the one who is owned? That thought sets my inners tingling and I love my way on His dick until it hits my gag spot. I back off. “Go down past the gag, alex. Let Me hear it.” His command drives me down and, sure enough, I choke and something slimy comes up as I back off. “Lick it all up, boy, all that gunk that my cock brought up. Lick it up, then go down again, down deeper.” Same thing happens, same reaction, and this time Master doesn’t need to tell me what to do: He is training me to do it the way He enjoys: down, choke, back off, lick, down again, and it continues until He takes Himself in hand and pushes my head away and jerks it savagely then shoots on His lower chest and says, “Yeah! Look what you made Me do, bitch. Clean Me off with your mouth like a good slave. Suck your breakfast off my body. That’s all you need. Your Master feeds you with His cock, fine food for you. Just what you need so you can remember what you are.”

I clean him off and don’t think about what it tastes like. When he’s satisfied,he scratches my nearly bald head and reaches down to grab a nipple and he pulls it so much that I have to scamper up the bed until he has me where he wants me. he raises himself; my head is on the pillow and His head is over mine. “No kissing with morning breath, but I want to give you something to wash down my spluge. Open your mouth, alex.” I open and he sends a long line of spit right into my mouth and I let it fill me until he stops, then, looking directly into His eyes, I swallow what he has given me. “thank You, Master.” He slaps my face lightly. “Good boy. Understand this: I do not slap your face to punish you. I have many better ways to punish you when necessary. I slap your face simply because I can, because I can do anything to you that I want. I slap your face to remind you that you are not a free man; you are so much less, and in My eyes you are simply a toy for Me to play with. I enjoy slapping so you can expect to be slapped often. Make sure you never try to get away from Me or back off. I you do, severe punishment will follow. The only way to train a slave like you is with punishment, and I am not shy about using it. Now get out of bed and go sit on the bowl the way I taught you and wait for Me.” I go, and it doesn’t take long for Him to come in. He stands between my legs like yesterday and begin to piss on my belly and let it run down over My cage, and I piss as well. When His flow stops He orders me: “Take My cock in your mouth, boy, and suck out whatever remains in its tip.” A few drops of piss mixed in with remaining cum. Of all the things that have been happening, this is the most humiliating of all, and I drop my eyes and lick His slit one last time before I let the tip of His dick fall from my mouth. I soak up the emotional charge of what just happened.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, pup. Hold nothing back from your Master.” I struggle to speak my first words of the day. “sucking your dick clean like that, Master, makes me feel more like a slave than anything else.” “And that’s a good thing, boy, isn’t it?” “I guess so, Master.” “You just guess so? You don’t know? You need things to remind you what you are. Any gay dude can suck a cock. How many of them end up doing what I make you do after I piss?” “Not many, Sir.” “No. Only low-life slaveboys. But maybe you need something else to help you know who you are and who I am?” I look at him, puzzled at what He is getting at. “Run inside and lay across the bed on your stomach and close your eyes, hands locked behind your head.” I lay there, waiting for I-don’t-know-what. I hear Him fumbling around, then He says, “This will show you who I am in your life and what you are in Mine.” I hear a swish and then pain shoots across the middle of my back as what I guess is a heavy strap comes down on me. I cry out and roll on my side, hoping it might stop. my breath gets heavier.

“That’s all you need, boy to understand. You cleaned the piss out of my cock and get a welt across your back as my way of saying thank you to my slave. To what you are. And I can do that anytime I want and as often as I want, can’t I?”

“I mumble something.”

“Words, Alex. Tell me or you’ll get another lash.”

“I am your slave, Master. You have the power to beat me however, whenever and wherever you are. I need to let you whip me, Master. I adore you, Billy.” Billy nods approval. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for boy, don’t you forget. Now up and into the shower with Me.” He slaps me on the butt which reactivates the pain there. I jump away, rubbing my butt, and head for the shower. As I’m adjusting the water he comes to stand behind me. “You wash me, every inch, especially all my hair. Stay flexible. I might want to toy with you.” He steps in first and I follow and pick up that awesome soap He has and use my hands as His washcloth while I clean Him front and back, from head to foot. I kneel for the feet. Hhe leans back against the shower wall and picks up one foot and I do a thorough job on it, even between the toes, and then do the other. “Take the soap and clean yourself now, boy, staying down there on the ground.” While I am doing that, He gets out of the shower to begin drying Himself. That lash against my back is still throbbing again, and between that, and trying to bathe myself while I’m down on the ground, my slave identity is ground into the fabric of my being. Slave to Billy Wiggins. His slave. Wow! Life is getting so much better.

He reaches in and turns off the water. I note how He is the one to determine when I am finished, not me. He pulls back the curtain and throws His damp towel of top of me. “Dry yourself with your Master’s towel. it’s okay to stand, boy.” I struggle to get myself up and then dry myself as best I could. Another way of receiving my Master’s being, drying myself with the towel He already used. “Throw it in the laundry basket when done then come into the bedroom and stand by me.” I do as He says, and when I am at last standing before Him, He wraps me in a strong hug and giggles a bit. “Damp slaveboy, damp.” He kisses my ear and whispers to me, “Now I’ve trained you how we shower. Always the same way unless I want something different. Another part of our protocol.”

I hear a “ding” and then a voice over what must be a sophisticated intercom. “My slave has gotten Your van ready, Billy. Bring your things down to it and then come over for some breakfast before you leave.” “Copy!” Billy says to His father. Then Billy says to me, “Oh, I almost forgot. Now that My father has thrashed your ass and accepted you into the family, you no longer call him ‘Master.’ There’s only one Master in your life—me. From now on, you call him ‘Papa and your call crick ‘brother.’” He gestures to a suitcase. “Take my suitcase, which is already packed, and your pack and bring them downstairs. Put your clothing that’s on the floor into the backpack, then carry them both out to the van and I’ll show you where to put them.” I go to obey him. It is still a little frightening for me to walk out of the house into the open air totally naked, and I tremble a bit when I struggle out the door with the things I’m being made to carry. We get to the van and Billy shows me where to put these things. Then into Papa’s house for breakfast.

4.

He wraps His arm round my neck as we enter the home. “Be a good boy and go along with everything. I’m not going to treat you the way my father believes slaves should be treated. It won’t be this way when we’re alone. I have a lot of my own ideas about how to humiliate you. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.

“Like when You used to tease me at school? I didn’t understand at the time, but I knew that it never made me resentful, but made me feel good inside in a strange sort of way. Now it’s beginning to make more sense.”

“I’m glad you’re putting those pieces together. I’ve experimented a lot with humiliating slaves over the years, and I discovered that each sub is different and has different ways of responding. You’ve already tasted the way I intend to control and humiliate you, boy. And I’ve seen how you respond and what seems to make you happy. That’s what I’m shooting for with you, sweet slave.” And He kisses me on the cheek. I melt.

We go right to the kitchen. crick is cooking breakfast, naked except for the apron protecting it from spitting bacon. Papa greets us: “Hello, Billy, hello, slave.”

“Good morning, Papa,” I say cheerfully.

“Turn around, boy. Let Me see what your ass Iooks like this morning.” I do so. “Not bad. I’m sure you’ll remember that spanking for a few days. Sorry, Billy, but you won’t have a chance to whip this boy’s ass for a while.”

“if I want to whip my slave’s ass, I will. Nothing wrong with a slave getting its ass beaten every day while each time increases the old pain and adds new pain on top of it. Besides, I’ve got a lot of other things in mind as well. And it’s body gives me a large canvas to pain on, just like the welt across its back. I haven’t even gotten started working its body and introducing it to pain.” Billy sounds tough and mean, but when He turns to me and winks at me, I can see through His attempts to impress His Father.”

His father chuckles. “Chip off the old block.” He steps closer to me and runs His finger along the mark on my back. I breathe through my teeth. “Wow. Welted already. Why was it punished? “No, Dad, that welt was just a little reminder to help it remember what it is and who it belongs to, and helps this slave realize that I can do whatever I want to it. One lash was all the slave needed this morning. Like I said, just a little token of My ownership. And by the way, Dad, thank You for buying Me that strap. It’s a useful tool, and I think I’m going to designate it as the Punishment Strap and keep it in full view at all times, so the slave remembers what can happen if it fails to satisfy its Master in any way.”

“Good thinking, Son. I’m surprised you didn’t collar it last night.”

“No, that will happen up north when my friends are with us. I want there to be witnesses, but I don’t want to wait until I bring the boy to a club.”

His Father nods, proud of the way His Son is thinking. He sees that breakfast is just about ready. crick eats from a bowl on the floor like a puppy, but eggs only. Its Master rarely allows it to eat meat. What do You want to do with alex?” “I’ll feed him Myself ”he turns to crick. “Make up one plate for me with a larger portion of eggs and bacon. My slave doesn’t need a plate of its own.”

“Yes, Master Billy.”

“alex, go into the living room and get one of those pillows off the couch and bring it to Me and put it down the way I showed you at the apartment.” I go right away, and when I come back, Papa and Master are both seated and crick is giving them their food. Master smiles at me and looks at the floor. I put down the pillow and get on my knees. “Put your hands on my leg, boy, and keep them there.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His father looks surprised. “You don’t insist the boy use ‘Master’ all the time?”

“No,” Billy answers. I got an idea out an article I read which spoke about the way feelings fluctuate in a sub, and suggested that subs have several options depending on what’s going on with it. That’s what I’m doing with him.”

His father is inquisitive. “So, the slave just said ‘Sir’ instead of ‘Master.’ What does that signify to you?

“Can’t say for sure, but it seems to me that it uses ‘Sir’ at times when I’m not in a strong Dom mode. You know, Dad, I was really strict and tough with him when we were texting and emailing for a few days, but once I walked into its apartment and saw it kneeling there and trembling, and looking like a little lost waif that no one ever loved, a lot of warm feelings came up. I’m not going to lock Myself into any particular mode of being Master, at least not now in the beginning. But I can still play like a real mean bastard when I want to.”

“Like when you lashed its back with the strap?” “That wasn’t mean. That was Me teaching it something. Dad, you should read some of the things that people are writing these days. There’s a lot of real intelligent thinking going on in the gay s/m world right now.”

“When you get a chance, please text me a few titles.”

“Sure thing, Dad.”

All the while this conversation is taking place, Billy and Papa are eating, and just like it’s the most normal thing in the world, Billy is feeding me from His fingers like He did at my apartment. Scambled eggs can be messy this way! I think I have more on my chest than in my mouth. Billy looks down and giggles, and takes His fingers and tries to wipe up all the eggs and have fallen and then He puts them back in my mouth. And He gave me two strips of bacon. Put one in my mouth and we had a little tug-of-war, with Him finally letting me win. crick is in the corner on the floor licking up eggs from his bowl. I prefer Billy’s style over Papa’s. But then again, crick is probably doing that because for some reason it turns him on. Hmmm? Maybe I’ll ask to talk to Master about that when we’re alone in the van.

We finish eating. “alex, get up and make us cups of coffee in those travel mugs. You know how I like mine (black, as opposed to mine light and sweet.)” I go to do that while Billy gets a wet washcloth and towel from the bathroom and comes over to me. “Turn around, boy.”he cleans me thoroughly (and a little roughly) and then wipes me dry.

“You can leave those things right here on the table, Billy. crick will clean up,” says Papa. crick has finished its breakfast and is sitting in the corner with its legs spread, just like Billy told me to do once. Now I know where He got that from!