The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Ten

1. The Dungeon.

He shows me how to make oatmeal. It’s simple: just follow the directions on the box. But He says He likes His thicker, so He shows me how He uses cream instead of water. Awkwardly in my chains I stir it. He shows me at what point it’s ready. “Now go back to the corner and wait for your Master to feed you.”

I go back and sit. And watch.

He spoons the mixture into two bowls, adds cream and sugar and puts some cinnamon on top. He takes one bowl and a spoon, makes Himself another cup of coffee, then sits at the table and eats. “Watch your Master eat,” I’m commanded, and so I watch. Nothing difficult about that. He is so fucking hot. no matter what He orders turns me on. I just wish I could be up there and feed Him.

He plays with his phone and then puts it down. A news program He likes is on. We listen. He eats. I watch. At one point, He says, “I think it’s cool enough now,” gets up and picks up the other bowl, walks over to me. “Take this bowl into your hands,” He tells me. “Yes, Master.” I reach up and take the bowl from Him. “Eat it all,” He commands. “it will absorb the piss in your belly.” I look at Him, puzzled.

He walks back to the table and sits down and watches me. “Well,” He says, “eat, slave. Put your fucking face in the bowl and eat. You’re lucky I didn’t put the bowl on the floor and dog train you, bitch!”

I have at it quickly. it’s so good, but this is so, so, ….what?   . . . . so HOT! Damn. Can’t believe I thought that. I make a real mess on my face while trying to eat it all. He keeps watching. Most likely enjoying it.

“Damn, I wish I could have made you eat like that in sixth grade when you came over My house.” Wow. I didn’t remember that. Yes. He said that if I tutored Him in Math He would bring me home and I could spend the night with Him. Of course, I eagerly agreed.

We rode in a really nice car, sitting in the back. He had a chauffeur He called Hank. Hank called Him Sir. Wow. How many signals I missed! He told me we should start working on the Math. I liked teaching Him, and He caught on pretty we;;. Only now, as I look back, I realized that He really didn’t need any help.

We got to his house. It was awesome. And big. “Kind of a big house, considering it’s just me and Dad and the cook and Hank,” He explained. “So you can have your own room and there’s even a bathroom attached. You’ll be really comfortable.” I couldn’t believe how nice He was being to me. We played cards until supper. “After supper, we’ll play strip poker,” He told me, winking. I was really embarrassed. Supper was wonderful. Like Sunday dinner at my home. I met His Father, who just looked like an older Him and I was very attracted to Him. He was nice, too, but I found it strange that Hank waited on us at table and “Dad” kept telling him things to do but never ever said ‘thank you.’ It was like He just expected Hank to obey Him. Well, maybe He was paying the guy a large salary.

After supper, when we went upstairs, Billy told me to come into His room. It was really nice. Lots of posters of good looking stars, and a couple guys I never saw before. “Like it in here?” He asked me.

I nodded, too bewitched by the room to say anything. “Hey, let’s play a game. Make believe. Let’s make believe that I’m my Father and you are Hank. And you gotta do everything I tell you to do. That’s what I want to play.” “Okay, Billy, I guess.” “Good, alex. It will be fun. You’ll see.”

He played at giving me all sorts of things to do, mostly to just straighten out His room because it was messy and there were a lot of clothes hanging all over the place. He made me pick up things one at time and either put it away or put it into the laundry. He ordered me to go downstairs and get us Cokes from the fridge. When I got downstairs, Hank was there and He asked me what I needed and He got me the Cokes to bring upstairs. On my way upstairs I realized I forgot to say ‘thank you,’ but then I remembered that Billy isn’t saying ‘thank you’ to me either, so it’s part of what it must mean to be Hank. Billy was being real nice about it and He made me laugh a couple times. Then it started getting a little weird.

He went and sat in his chair and sat there just looking at me. “I like ordering you around, alex. It feels natural, like you are really meant to be a kid who just obeys me, no matter what. You’re really special to me that way, you know.”

“I like you, too, Billy, and it was fun doing what you told me to do in a strange kind of way.”

“that’s because there is a natural order of things between you and me, alex. Something that always is and always will be some time in the future. It’s just natural for me to be the one who tells you what to do and you are the one who does whatever I tell you, no matter what. Do you understand?”

“You’re making me feel uncomfortable, Billy, all this talk of ordering me around.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s never happened to me before. I’ve never had someone taking charge the way you’re trying to do.”

“I figured you didn’t. But look deep down inside yourself, alex. Notice that you’ve been having a good time while we’ve been playing around, haven’t you?”

“I guess so, Billy.”

“And there’s something that makes you feel good by making me happy, by doing what I tell you to do. It makes you feel good inside in a way you never felt before. Know what I mean, kid?”

I took a deep breath and thought things over. I hated to admit it, but what he said was true.

“Come on, alex. Tell me. Tell me it makes you feel good to do what I tell you to do, to obey me.”

I was really getting nervous, but I knew he was telling me the truth. This was so embarrassing for him to know this about me. Humiliating, even. “Yes, Billy, it made me feel good to obey you, but I don’t understand why.”

“that’s okay, boy. You don’t have to understand right now. You’ll understand a lot more when we’re out of school and a bit older. But I’m pleased that you admitted it. don’t try to understand it, okay? Can you trust me on this?”

“Okay, Billy. I’ll trust you. You seem to know more about me than I do about myself, I guess.”

“Don’t guess. You know it’s true. How did you feel when I just called you ‘boy’?”

I started getting hard but I wasn’t going to admit that to him

I struggled to get the words out. Yes, it made me feel good, Billy.”

“Good boy. I’m proud of you.” And he gave me this huge smile that made him look so beautiful that I wanted to throw myself down and kiss his feet. What’s happening to me?”

“so if I told you there was something that I really, really wanted, that would make me very happy if you would do it for me, would you?”

“i. . I don’t know.”

“don’t make me angry, alex. You do know. Tell me the truth. If there was something that I really wanted you to do to, that would make me feel very happy, you’d be a good boy and do it for me, wouldn’t you? wouldn’t that thrill you to make me that happy?”

I didn’t want to answer.

“Never mind. I don’t want to play games with you. If you’re not brave enough to tell me the truth, the hell with you. Get out of here and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,.” He sounded angry and that really made me feel awful. And I didn’t want to leave him sitting here angry.

“I’m sorry, Billy. I’m just a little scared right now, that’s all.”

“it’s nothing bad, alex. I’m not going to hurt you or anything. In fact, I’m not even going to get out of this chair and you’re standing over there. I can’t do anything to hurt you. But I bet you really want to see me with a happy look and a big smile on my face, don’t you? Wouldn’t that make you feel good?

“Yes, it would, Billy.”

“So?”

“So tell me what you want me to do, Billy and . . . I’ll try to do it.”

“Okay. Now I’m being completely honest with you and I promise you that no one back at school will ever know what happens tonight. I promise you that, okay?”

“okay, billy. Just tell me, please?”

“you sure?”

“yes, I’m sure. I ‘m sure I want to make you happy, Billy. Please tell me what would make you happy.”

“It would make me very happy, alex. I’ll tell you.” he whispers to me. “I want to see you naked. I want to see you take all your clothes off.” And he stares right into my eyes and I feel like there is nothing in the world I’d rather do than take my clothes off so he could see me naked.”

“Come on, boy. One thing at a time. Take your shoes off.”

And I did. And he smiles a little. “now the socks.” And I did again.

“You’re doing real well, boy. Now unbutton your shirt and take it off.” and I do that. “And your undershirt. come on. alex. Show me what you look like with no shirt on.”

And he keeps looking into my eyes and I do what he says.

“Oh damn, you look so so good to me. Now do this for me, boy. Raise your arms in the air. I’d like to see if you have any underarm hair yet.” I know I just have a little bit, and I’m embarrassed that maybe I don’t have enough for my age, but his stare is so strong that I can’t fight it, so I raise my arms.

“come a little closer, okay, so I can get a better look.” I take a step towards him and keep my arms in the air. He leans forward and takes a good look.

“You’re starting to grow some, but it’s only just beginning. I’m a lot hairier than you under my arms. But you’re doing really well, alex, and you’re making me very happy. I’m proud of you.”

He’s proud of me?  Damn, I’m totally humiliated but it’s making him proud of me? What’s this all about? He told me not to try to understand it, but just to obey him.

“Okay, alex. Not let’s see how good you want to be for me. Take you pants off so I can see you standing there in your underpants. And don’t worry, I know you’re hard right now. don’t let it embarrass you. Just know this, that obeying me makes you get hard. So, off with the pants, boy. Now!”

His command makes me tremble but I reach down and open my pants and then turn my back to him and get them off me.

“That’s good, boy. Now turn around and show me that it’s making you hard to strip for me.”

And damn it, I do. And all of a sudden, I don’t care that he can see me hard. I just want to get this over with and go to bed.

“Okay, alex. Last step. I want to see all of you. I want you to take off your underpants and stand there naked before me. I want to see you completely naked. I want to see your hard cock and any hair you have down there. Do that for me and it’s the last thing I’ll ask you to do, I promise. Get naked for your Billy, alex. Come on, you know you want to finish this. You know you want to let me see all of you.”

And it’s true. I do want that. So I take my hands and pull my underpants out and down so they don’t get caught on my hard little dick. And I kick them over to the side near my other clothes.

“You’re so damn wonderful, alex, doing all this for me just to make me happy. And you look so good like that. And I’m really happy to know that I was able to get you hard just by making you strip naked for me, just to please me. Thank you so, so much, alex. thank you for being such a good boy.”

“Okay, Billy, but can I go to my room now?”

“Of course you can. Thank you again for making me happy.”

I bend down to pick up my clothes. “No. leave your clothes here until morning. You can go now. I’ve seen all I want to see. It’s time to go to bed. Sleep well, boy.”

“You too, Billy.” And I turn and get out of there as quickly as I can. But before I’m all the way out of the room, he speaks again. “One more thing, alex. Don’t put on any pajamas. Sleep naked. Have you ever done that before?”

“No, Billy.”

“Well do it tonight. You’ll be surprised at how good it makes you feel. Being naked just because I want you to.”

I don’t say anything. I just go to my room and get right in bed and start to cry a little before I go to sleep. I’m so confused about all the feelings going through me. But I sleep really well that night.

Billy calls me out of the memory. “Earth to alex!” Billy cried out. “You spacing out, boy. Are you freaked out about eating your breakfast that way?”

“no, Sir, this slave was just recalling the time You had me over to Your House in sixth grade and You started giving me all sort of orders and stuff, and you make me strip naked for you.”

“Oh yes, I remember that. You were so cute there, all flustered and confused about why it was making you hard to do what I told you to do. The first time you ever stripped naked in front of anybody in your life since you were a little boy. It was so hot. I really got off on making you do that, on seeing your embarrassment. On making you obey. And I knew right then and there that one day you would become my slave. And now it’s happened.

“Yes, Sir. I was confused, worried and excited, all at the same time.”

“That was a good idea, to play ‘Dad and Hank’ so I could get to feel what it would be like to make you obey Me. I was turned on. In fact, I jerked off that night after you left.”

“I hadn’t started doing that yet,” I admitted to Him.

“You all finished up with your food, boy?”

“Yes, Master. thank You for giving this slave some nice breakfast.”

“Stand up, boy, and bring the bowl over here.”

I did. “What a mess you made. You’re gonna have to learn to eat like that without making a mess.” He took his hand and wiped my face and pushed the oatmeal into my mouth. Then he got the stuff off my chest and made me lick his hand clean.

Now come into the bedroom for a second.”

I followed Him in, and He went into the closet and got what looked like a chain and leash. Yup. that’s what it was. He attached it to the collar, so now the collar, my wrists and the leash were all clipped together. He started walking and pulled on the leash. He took me out the front door of the cabin, out into the open air. Right away I looked around, afraid someone might see me. He noticed.

“No one’s gonna freak to see I have a fucking slave. You’re not the first faggot I ever trained. Keep up with me, or I’ll cut a switch and whip you with it.” And we walked quickly through the woods on what turned out to be a well-kept path. We got to a small clearing with big trees on two sides across from each other. “When the boys are Here, we’re gonna tie you between these trees and I’m gonna watch the guys use a couple whips on you. I want to collar you after they whip you. That will be the right time. You’ll be come My collared, whipped slave. Now kneel down in the dirt and lick my Boots, slave.” Holy shit! It seemed like anything and everything I ever imagined was going to happen to me!

I licked His Boots for a good long while, losing myself  in the activity again as I had read one time in a book by a 24/7 slave, and thinking about nothing. Finally, He told me to stand and He led me back home and into the living room. There was a door on the side I never noticed before. He opened the door, turned on some lights and told me to walk down a flight of carpeted stairs while He held me tightly by the leash so I wouldn’t fall forward. It was a finished basement. It smelled of leather and some kind of oil, and I couldn’t believe the things I saw there. A fully equipped dungeon with different tables and walls with big hooks in them, and a hook in the ceiling on a pulley, and when I got all the way down there I also saw a kind of dog cage made of heavy iron bars and painted black, and there were some things in the cage but I had to stop looking around because Master ordered me DOWN. I fell and hid my eyes.

“Just get used to what it feels like to be in here,” He says to me. “You are here as a slave who needs to be trained and disciplined and taught the deepest meanings of submission. Nothing truly harmful will be done to you here. You will not bleed. You will not get burnt. There will be no permanent marks on you, or broken bones, or any kind of harm that would need a trip to an emergency room. Don’t forget, alex: you are Mine. I own you. I love you, and no harm will ever come to you. Lots of pain, but no harm. Slaves need pain. It helps you remain focused and the soreness in your body helps you remember what you are. Slaves should never be without welts.”

He opened the door of a closet and dug around, making a lot of noise, and when He backed out of the closet,he was dragging a whole bunch of heavy chains and iron manacles.

“No pain down here today. Just heavy bondage to train you that you have no freedom, sometimes not even freedom to move.” He picks up one of the iron rings about 10 inches wide and He wraps it around my neck and then seals it with a big screw. It was heavy and pulled me down.

By the time He was done, my neck and wrists and ankles were all bound together with these heavy chains.

“You look so hot, so fucking hot, alex.” He took pictures of me with his phone. “Okay, slave, get on your feet as best you can.” It was a struggle and I was all bent over. He walked over to the cage and opened the door. “Get your fucking ass in this cage! I don’t care how you manage, just fucking do it. You’ve had too goddamn much freedom around here so far. You need to be better controlled.” He kicked me a little with His boot while I was slowly managing to make my way to the cage and finally was able to get my self inside of it. There was a thick comfortable mat on the floor, and I was happy about that. There was a nozzle on one side of the cage with a bottle over it, kind of like you give a hamster something to drink. He takes the bottle and goes over to a sink and fills it with water and puts the bottle in place. “Suck on the nozzle and make sure nothing is clogged.” He orders me. Again, a hard struggle to get to how I could do it, and He chuckles at my efforts. Why the hell, I wonder, is this turning me on? It’s so fucking uncomfortable and I feel like I’m being pushed down below the ground.

“Before I lock you in here, slave, notice that there are three red buttons in the cage. If you need Me, or have something to ask, or if you ever panic, just lean up against any button and you’ll hear a ding. That means you’re connected by intercom to Me and we can communicate. But you will be punished if you have to use a button, so realize that you are bound slave who isn’t worthy to move in the free man’s world. Your Master is locking you in here for as long as He wants. You Master has work to do upstairs and you would be a distraction, so I’m locking you away in here like a discarded tool. You know where the water is, and if you have to piss, just do it. The mat is waterproof and it won’t do you any harm to be sitting in your own piss if you’re too weak to hold it.

“Master, may this slave have permission to ask a question?”

“No. You know everything you need to know. Water, intercom, piss. So shut your mouth and understand what it means to be a slave under lock and key.” With that, He bangs the door closed and fastens a big lock on it and closes the lock. With that, He walks away from the cage and goes back up the stairs. When He gets to the top He flicks a switch and the lights go off, all except a purple light shining from somewhere in the room, making the entire room dark but purple. And I hear the door shut at the top of the stairs. And I have never been more afraid in my life. Then I hear His voice. “Learn from the fear, slave.” And then . . . silence. I begin to tremble, and weep, and I slowly begin to understand what I’m becoming.

2. Billy talks to His Father

 

“So, it sounds to me that you are having a wonderful time with this boy.”

“It’s more than that, Dad. That’s why I called.”

“why? Is there something I can help you with, son?”

“Let M e tell you a little bit about what’s going on. Right now,He’s bound in those iron manacles and heavy chains and locked in the cage downstairs. I thought he might start to be afraid, so I told him to ‘learn from the fear,’ because I remember you saying that to me once when you wanted me to spend some time with Uncle Ray so I could learn what it would feel like to be taken beyond the limits of my endurance the day after I turned 18.”

“Did it help you when I said that to you?”

“Dad, that’s the thing. It really did help. I remember what it felt like, dreading what was going to happen, not knowing if I could measure up, wondering how much it would hurt, ashamed that I was getting interested in this kind of stuff. You never forced Me, Dad, it was always my choice. But still I was fearful.”

“Do you think that might be what’s going through his mind right now?”

“Nothing like that, Dad. He’s already been breaking through all sorts of limits with me, so I’m not sure.”

“Why do you think he’s making such progress?”

“Because he’s crazy in love with me, and thatscares me, Dad.”

“Why? Are you afraid you can’t return the feeling?”

“no, not that, precisely, Dad. It’s just that I’m really afraid I might push too hard and take advantage of that love. I mean, He’s so in love that sometimes I’m afraid he’s accepting things even if they are wrecking his mind and destroying his feelings for Me. And I don’t want that to happen. I love that he loves me. And I love that he wants so much to be the best slave he can possibly be, and I’m going places with him that are uncharted territory for me.”

“Like what?”

“Like him being locked up downstairs, for one.”

“But he can talk to you any time he wants, and if he were panicking, all he’d have to do is hit the button and you’d be down there so fasth e wouldn’t know what happened. You know that, Billy. You know you’re capable of taking very good care of him—and I mean of him like the masochistic slave you want him to be so that you won’t have to stop looking anywhere else.”

“I’d never find this anywhere else, Dad, I know that. But that doesn’t mean it’s right for him.”

“why would you think it might not be right for him? You’ve been putting him through his paces and he’s with you every step of the way. Although I must say that I think you went too far starting him with morning piss.”

“I just got this feeling, Dad. It’s like he is drawing it out of me.”

“What feeling?”

“The feeling that he needs to be as degraded as I can make him. The feeling that he needed Me to push, that he needed it more than I did. I needed to do it because he needed it so much, Dad---not the piss, but the experience of realizing how much I was going to do to him.”

“So then, what is the fear telling you?”

 “That despite all my experience and training, I’m not good enough for him.”

“Son, it you weren’t good enough for him, you wouldn’t have waited all these years so that he could be in the right place. You wouldn’t have spent so much time and energy checking up on him, even observing him in clubs several times. You told me about the look in his face after a scene, how instead of looking fulfilled, he looked disappointed that it wasn’t enough, that it wasn’t the right person. That says a lot.”

“Thanks for the shot in the arm, Dad. And it’s true what he looked like.”

“and now, how about after you’re done with him . . . what does he look like now?”

“satisfied. Happy. At peace. Feeling important, cherished, loved.”

“Isn’t that what we all aim for, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, it is.”

“Tell me, Billy, how long has he been in the cage now?”

Billy checks the time. “Almost two hours.”

“When my Dom friend Marvin caged you, how long were you in there?”

“He told me it was only 45 minutes, but it seemed like hours for me.”

“Well part of that is because you weren’t really into it but were just experiencing it as part of your own training. But if 45 minutes felt like hours for you, what do you think two whole hours must feel like for him?”

“No idea, Dad.”

“Has he hit a panic button?”

“no, Sir. Maybe he’s fallen asleep.”

“That’s not uncommon. crick sleeps when he’s caged. In fact, sometimes I think he sleeps better, just like pups and cats feel so comfortable when caged. I suspect it is actually part of a true slave’s make-up.”

“Did Hank react like that?”

“No, not at all. But Hank wasn’t a true slave in the bdsm sense. His scene was primarily domestic servitude. That was why he moved on.”

“You never told me about that.”

“We’ll save it for another time. The bottom line was that he connected deeply with someone whose house he cleaned when I was lending him out. At that point we both knew it was time for me to release him. He moved right in with that person and to the best of my knowledge, he is still there and is very happy. Both of them are.”

“Well I’m thinking that domestic servitude will be part of Alex’s service to me. It really turns me on just to see him cleaning the kitchen after a meal, and helping him learn to cook.”

“You’ve got a real gem there, Billy. You were right about him all these years.”

“Maybe I’m just freaking out because I actually have what it is I’ve always wanted with him.”

“I suspect that may be the case. Anyway, I’ve got to go. And you’ve got to go check on the boy. Make sure he’s alright. Find out what he’s thinking and feeling.”

“Good idea, Dad. thanks a lot for the advice.”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’m proud of you. Enjoy training your special boy. Love you.”

“Love you too, Dad. Bye for now.”

3, Time for Pain

 

Billy hits the intercom. “Speak to me, slave.”

“Thank You, Master. Thank You for locking this slave up the way You have.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Owned. Safe. Protected. Deep in sub space. Sore muscles, but not too bad.”

“do you know how long you’ve been in there, boy?”

“Not too long, Master. it’s like being in a trance.”

“then it is obvious that my slave needs confinement.”

“guess, so, Master.”

“What are you, alex?”

“slave, Master. low life faggot slave not deserving freedom.”

“what rights do you have, slave?”

“no rights at all, Master. It’s all for You.”

“What rights does your Master have, boy?”

“Complete rights in all things, Master.”

“What if I decide I want you out of the cage?”

“it’s Your decision to make, Master, whenever You want.”

“Have you pissed, boy?”

“Yes, Master. couldn’t help it.”

“that’s okay. there are drains there. I’m coming down now. I’m not putting the lights on now, so you don’t have to worry about being hit with too much light. But I have more things to do with you, slave, and it’s also time for more humiliation and pain.”

“Master knows what a slave needs, Sir.”

Billy goes down the stairs. He can smell the piss and gets an idea. “Silence, slave. Eyes closed.” he goes and stands over the cage, takes out His own Cock and pisses all over me.

“Wear my piss for a while, pig. I’ll be back later.”

Billy goes upstairs and gets a few things from the closet: the wooden spoon, a ball stretcher, some clothespins and a thin light whip. he also gets a few towels because things are going to get messy soon. he goes back downstairs, unlocks the door of the cage and opens it.

“Crawl out here still covered in piss, you fucking pig. You can wear the piss while I work you over a bit.”

Alex crawls out and groans. Limbs are tight and cramped quite a bit. Billy unclips the boy’s wrists from its ankles and orders it to stand up. It takes quite a while before the slave is able to do so. Damn, it stinks!

Billy leads alex by the neck chain and brings it over to one of the tables. He makes him lie on his back on the table, pulls down the pulleys and attaches them to the slave’s ankle manacles. Legs are spread far apart. Billy cranks the pulleys and the slave’s legs are raised up off the table until its crotch is completely exposed with nothing in the way. Then he blindfolds the slave.

“No safe word, faggot. Cry and scream all you want. I’m going to claim your crotch and ass now.”

Billy takes the wooden spoon and expertly uses it from the slave’s inner thighs to its cock and balls and groin and then around to its ass crack. Quick short strokes, gradually getting more and more severe. Even though I am a little afraid, I think about how talented he is and the way he is gradually leading me more and more deeply into the pain. I’m determined to take it all. What difference does it make? He’s taken away my safe words.

The pain gets worse and worse and I can feel how it is digging deeper and deeper into my nerves. I start crying out. The whole area from my inner thighs to my butthole is slowly being set on fire. The tears come and I howl and cry and beg for it to stop, knowing He isn’t going to pay any attention to me.

He speaks. “I fucking own you, alex. I set you on fire so you can be branded with my ownership. Cry and scream all you need to. It pleases Me so much!”

In the midst of my agony, I am glad to give Him my body in this way. Oh shit. He starts hitting my balls. Now I’m screaming and sobbing and He yells out, “Take it, you piss-covered piece of shit. Take this punishment. Punishment for all the years you were such a wise guy in school. Punishment for how long I had to wait until you would be Mine.”

I pass out.

. . . . .

I am hit with jolts of cold water. He is spraying me with a hose. My legs are down and it hurts so much between them that I have no trouble keeping them far apart, the way He likes.

“Cold showers are good for slaves who don’t know how to hold their water.” He aims the spray at my balls and I scream even louder and shake my head from side to side, struggling to get free from the punishing spray. Finally, it stops. He throws me a towel. Still blindfolded, I try as quickly as possible to get myself dry. I am shivering from the cold. I want to say something to Him but He has forbidden me to speak.

“Open your mouth, alex.” I do so. He shoves something into my mouth that feels like a silicone dick. He wraps straps behind my head and I realize I am now gagged. I still struggle to catch my breath and start to panic.

“Settle in, boy. It’s just a penis gag and only 4 inches long. You can handle a lot more than that in your fucking mouth. Let loose. You’re resisting and you should know by now that it only makes things worse. Surrender to your Master, slave.” He strokes my chest and His Hand gives me a little warmth. He sits me up and hugs me. My tears begin again because it is so wonderful to be in His arms again. He kisses me and I start to suck His Mouth the way He likes me to. Sheer pleasure, even though there is so much pain between my legs and on my butt.

“Follow me.” Grabbing the heavy chain attached to my neck, He pulls me to a different area of the dungeon and He starts to take the chains off, but not the manacles. Then He orders me to pick up all the chains and put them on the corner on the other side of the room. They’re very heavy and I struggle to pick them all up, and I’m bent over as I carry them to where He wants me to put them.

I fall to the ground and feel myself  being pulled down by the heavy chains that are still attached to me. He grabs the chain around my neck and clips it to a bolt in the floor. I only have a couple inches motion. I wonder what comes next.

“this is a good way to bind a slave so it can’t get too far away. You’re gonna dance for Me now, baby. You’ll see.”

He backs off, and all of a sudden, a stinging lightning bolt is laid across my back. Not too harsh but very stingy. This is followed by several others and I realize it is some kind of a thin whip, but it stings like hell. All over He hits me and I start to struggle to get away from it. He laughs.

“you look so fucking good down like this, boy. Go ahead. Try to escape the lash. Go all around the circle, alex. Dance for your Master.” The lashes continue and I never know where they’re going to hit. I cry out a lot but it is true: I start to move however I can to avoid any direct hits with that whip which I’m quickly growing to hate. Tiny annoying pricks of the whip and I drag my chains all around the area with my head practically bound to the floor. I am glad He’s having a good time. I hurt everywhere. The stings don’t last too long, but I am still feeling the blows from the wooden spoon all around my groin and ass crack and thighs.

I stop trying to avoid the whip. Something happens to me: I lay motionless. Nothing exists except Master’s lash. I am born Anew. I slow my breathing.

Master Billy says to me. “Michael and Robert are going to be so pleased with what you have become. They will love seeing how you accept what they want to do to you. They will see your transformation and how you have become a real whipping boy for Me and My Friends.” He comes back and pulls off the blindfold. I’m bathed again in purple light but can’t look around because my face is still bound to the floor. He undoes the gag and pulls it out of my mouth. I work my jaw a bit.

“What do you have to say to me, slave?”

“Master, this slave begs You: please fuck it. Here. Now.” Despite the pain, I raise my ass to Him.

“Is the slave worthy?”

“Master, this slave is only worthy of what You choose to give it.”

“You answer pleases Me, slave. You are beginning to understand. However, it does not please Me that you dare ask for my Cock when you stink so badly, and for that you must be punished. Raise that ass good and high and reach back to spread the cheeks so I can see that hole clearly.”

Humbled even further, I obey. Master picks up the wooden spoon and begins to beat my hole with it repeatedly until I scream in pain. “Never ask to be fucked, alex. I will fuck you whenever and wherever I choose. I hope this punishment will  help you understand more about what you are.”

Once I calm down He lightly strokes the crack of my sore ass. He speaks tenderly to me.

“You know, back when we were in high school, after that time when you stripped yourself naked for me, I always wanted to start bullying you, but I couldn’t because we would get in trouble. But now I can do whatever I want. Now you’re My slave. Don’t speak. Just let Me bully you.”

He connects a light chain between my ankles so I can walk but not with big steps. Then He clips my wrists together behind my back.

“Kneel!” I kneel.

“I need to take a piss again. Open your mouth, faggot! Don’t worry. It won’t taste as bad as it tasted in the morning. But this time you’re going to take it all. If you spill any, I will not allow you anything to eat tomorrow for the entire day.”

Dreading this, I open my mouth and He quickly sticks his soft cock in my mouth and as soon as He does His piss starts to flow. “Keep swallowing my piss, slave. Swallow, swallow, swallow.” And the piss fills my mouth quickly and He’s right, it doesn’t taste nearly as bad as it did in the morning.

“That’s it, slave. Now you’re My urinal whenever I want you to be. My piss-drinking toilet pig slave. What you’ve always been meant to become. I saw you looking at the subs in the clubs who could drink anyone’s piss. I know it disgusted you. But at the same time, I saw something in you. I saw that when the time was right, you’d be gulping down My piss just because I wanted you to. And now that’s what you’re doing. It sounds so fucking hot, listening to you gulp My piss down into your gullet. alex the urinal. Alex, Billy’s urinal slave. Hot.

Once He’s finished, again He orders me to lick His piss slit clean and I do so. There can’t possibly be anything that is as humiliating as having to do this for my Master, and I have no right to refuse Him. I am His urinal.

“Now stand up. It’s bully time.”

I stand up and He starts slapping me around. All over the place. and like before, I dance, but it’s hard to get around because of the chain between my feet. He slaps me and pinches me and punches me and he’s having a great time and laughing His head off. And the tears start to flow and He loves that. He loves seeing me cry.

Finally that game is over. He brings me over to where there is a chain hanging from the ceiling and He attaches the chain to my clipped wrists, and then start operating a pully which pulls the chain up and my wrists are raised behind my back and I’m stooped over until they are high enough to suit Him.

He comes over to me. Look at My face, He orders, and I look. He begins spitting into my face, spitting more and more, and then while He’s spitting at me, He begins slapping my face back and forth and harder and harder. Spit and slaps and spit and slaps, and then He takes His hand and rubs all the spit all over my face and it mixes with my tears and He slaps me a few more times, then leaves me hanging there, covered in His spit. And I discover that this is a really painful position to be in. He goes and sits down and watches me suffer. And watches me continue crying.

“You looks so beautiful to me when you are crying, alex. Perfect slave boy for Me. Perfect tool for My pleasure. And tonight I realize the dream that I had back when we were teenagers. To bully the crap out of you. to slap you around and spit at you and make you cry. I’m loving this, alex. I love owning you, boy.”

Finally, just when I’m about to scream because of the pain in my arms and shoulders, He gets up and lowers the chain and unclips me, but leaves the chain between my feet.

“Let’s get you upstairs and into a hot shower. And after that, baby, I will tuck you in for a nap.” And He helps me up the stairs. I think about how deeply He is bringing me down into my slavery, and I am grateful to Billy for wanting me as His slave. I am grateful that He has decided it is time to subjugate me to Himself. Because in some ways, that’s the way it’s always been as far as I’m concerned. If could go back in time until 6th grade, I would walk up to little Billy, and kneel down in front of the whole class, and bow down to kiss His shoes.

4. Aftercare

 

I am very sore, almost everywhere. It’s like an after-glow, and the pain of Master’s discipline continues to exert its influence on me. But He is touching me and helping me get up the stairs, one at a time, and kissing my neck, and telling me what a good boy I am and how proud He is of me. That makes me so happy. I want to make Him proud of me, just a way of saying “thank You for coming to rescue me from my dull life.”

What is difficult about walking right now is that my inner thighs are probably black and blue, so it is slow going. He helps me and praises me for every step I’m able to take.  “I’ll tell you a secret: a well-whipped slave who took it for its Master brings out the Daddy side of His nature. Coos and cuddles.” He kisses the side of my neck and leans over to turn on the water in the shower and make sure it isn’t too hot. “Baby, you need to take some more pain from your Master. Slowly get in and get yourself under the water. Accept how it hurts. Come on, be a good boy.” His words actually make me want to obey Him, and so, I decide to jump in all at once. I jump. the water hits. I scream!!!!!!!! Billy calls out to me: “that’s your punishment for not doing it exactly the way I told you to.” and He watches me as I cringe under the water and begin to cry. After the initial shock, it was easier to handle. The worst part of all was my groin and between my legs and my butthole.

Master turns the water off. “that’s enough. Next time you’ll do it the way I told you to?”

“Yes, Master. This slave is so sorry for disobeying, Master. From now on, it’s the way You tell me.”

He runs His Hand over the top of my head. “Hmmmm….I think I’m going to let this slave’s hair grow back in. I’m wishing I could just reach over and muss it up on it.”He helps me out of the shower and gently dabs me dry. “thank You, Daddy,” I say, letting Him know what I need the most right now. I need my Daddy.

“Stand against the wall, baby boy, so Daddy can put lotion on you that will help make you feel better. Make sure you spread your legs like a good boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” And I get into position and thrust out my behind, because I know where He’s gonna start. “I’m not putting any lotion on your hole because I’m afraid it might sting. I’ll have to remember to get some baby oil. I’ll love it when you smell like baby oil. I’ll want to eat you all up!” I hiss when He gets to my thighs and balls. “I know it will help, Daddy, but ouch!” Daddy giggles and pats my back. “that’s a good boy. take your hurts nicely, boy. That’s what good slaves do. Do you want to be my good boy, alex?” “Yes, Daddy.” “My total slave?” “Yes, Master.” my goodness, what is happening? It’s like there are four of us in here right now!

Anyway, He helps me to the bed and then really does tuck me in. Then He’s looking down at me from over me and I’m laying back and looking up at Him and something powerful that feels almost like electricity flows between us. He kisses me on the forehead and closes my eyes with His Fingers, and . . . . . the next thing I remember is waking up to Him washing my face with a warm wet cloth. I smile up at Him. Billy, that Billy I always idolized, is wiping my face for me and I know I would do anything at all He ever asked me to do.