The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Eleven

1. Story-telling

What was the last thing I said? Oh, yeah,

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.

So what does He ask me to do? Blow him? Guess again. He asked me to put on a pair of shorts and a-shirt because we’re going out for a while, starting with a late lunch.

I get dressed. He looks me over closely and says, “No. This won’t work. Go look in the mirror.”

OMG! There is literally a ring of hickeys around my neck. How could I have forgotten? He goes and gets a windbreaker with a high collar and tells me to put it on. It fits fine; after all, we’re just about the same size. Sometimes people just assume that He is a lot older than me because He is most definitely an Alpha, or even a confident Dad-type person because of the way He carries Himself, while when I’m with Him I seem younger and weaker and more vulnerable. Well, ha, ha! It’s all true, yet I still chuckle to myself about the presumed “age difference,” but that’s jumping way ahead in the story.

Where was I? Oh, yes: windbreaker. Billy checks it out on me and decides it is a good cover-up, just that I won’t be able to take it off even though it is a fairly warm day.

It’s nice to be getting out of the cabin for a while. So much has already happened there that I’m having a hard time keeping it all together in my head. I remark that to Master and He says, “Don’t try to keep any of it. The only thing that matters is whether or not you’re becoming a slave on the inside. Focus on the present. Just like you do when you’re sucking My cock or licking My feet. Focus, boy. And keep your damn legs open like I taught you!. Don’t make Me slap you on those sore thighs, boy.”

“Yes, Master.”he moves His Right Hand towards me and tells me to bend down in the seat. I do so, and H sticks His Ring Finger in my mouth. “Here, brat. Focus on this! Suck it like you suck my cock.” Wow.

He chuckles ashe continues to drive. Finally, He takes his finger from my mouth and slaps me lightly on the cheek a couple times. “Sit up now, boy. We’re heading into town. I don’t know what the climate is here so you’d better behave and be subtle. Don’t look at me like you’re in love with Me. And don’t keep your eyes down as if you’re my Slave or something like that. Tell me about your family if you can’t find anything to talk about.” “Okay, pal,” I answer sarcastically.

We head into a little café-type place that actually has a menu. We get seated and a waitress brings over a couple papers with the menu printed on them. We each pick one up but I don’t pay much attention to it and put it down. The waitress comes over again with her pad out. Billy says, “Actually, we’re both going to have the same thing. Nice juicy medium rare cheeseburgers and sides of onion rings. Two iced coffees—the cold brew kind if you have it.” She nods and heads off.

He begins the conversation, “so, seriously, tell me what’s going on with your family. I haven’t seen your parents since 8th grade.

“It’s rough. my mother is really pretty hard on me, always has been. She always used to accuse me of being gay and then when she found out that I actually was gay, She freaked out! I’m glad I had moved out of the house by then, because she probably would have kicked me out.”

“Where were you living?”

“In a kind of boarding house, but most of the people there were gay, and there were a couple of fag hags too, so it was kind of a fun group of people. I liked it there.”

“Why did you end up moving out?”

“Boyfriend.”

“Oh. I wasn’t aware of that. What was he like?”

“Not like You at all, very vanilla. It was a silly thing, a kind of ‘teen romance’ and we weren’t very realistic and never communicated about what we wanted or needed. It only lasted 18 months. He knew I was a slut and He knew it wasn’t going to change any. He really didn’t expect much from me or me from him, really, other than He liked to nod head me and did it a lot. Fed my developing sub nature. But then I really wanted to get spanked and other stuff and he wouldn’t have any part of that, so I went out looking for it. That’s how I ended up in the clubs.”

“No other relationships, like with someone who could give you what you needed?”

“No. A couple of .. .um…aggressive guys wanted to try it, but even if the playing was okay, there weren’t doing it for me in a way that I would want to make a commitment. And I knew that a commitment like that would mean that there would be no fooling around.”

“Like now,”he commented and I just nodded my head and whispered, “all Yours!” “Besides, I really like—um, liked—the clubs. Safe. Easy to get out of something if you needed to. Lots of variety. Lots of guys willing to give some …um … instruction.” I’m really being careful. This place isn’t very big so I didn’t want anyone to hear something that would upset them.

“And how long has this been going on?  Your interest in the clubs.” 

“Since I was a sophomore in college. 19. But you must have started a lot earlier.”

“Not at all. Dad was very circumspect, even after they got divorced. I knew He was gay, but not the other part. You saw how big the house it. It was easy for Him to keep things from Me. I really thought Hank was a kind of chauffeur and cook and housekeeper. I never saw or heard anything else. And it just started seeming all natural to me, the way Dad ordered him around and never really said thank you or anything like that. I told Dad I was gay when I was 14. Mom was already gone by then. Well, one day I was using Dad’s computer in his office and I forgot to delete the history because He got home early from work that day. That’s how He found out that I was reading stories about Masters and slaves on Nifty. Let’s see, you were already gone, so it was . . . hmmmmm……maybe senior year in High School. We had a great chat about it all then. He told me a little about Hank, not too much, but also told me that if I had any questions at all about it, I could always go to  Him, but He hoped I wouldn’t experiment until I was 18. And if I did, then He would explain just about anything I wanted to me.”

“wow. You were so lucky.”

“Well, obviously it was in our genes. Like Father, like son and all that. After that first time we talked a lot about things. I told Him about my suspicions about you and how I wished I could have gotten you to serve me that day in the bathroom. I told him I felt I was Dom, definitely not the other way. Then Dad told me what He said was the most important thing of all: Don’t do anything with a sub that you haven’t experienced yourself. I objected a bit, told Him it would be dangerous for me to suddenly put it out there that I wanted to try sub stuff. He asked me to let him think about it. A couple weeks later He told Me He had come up with a couple ideas.”

“What were his ideas?”

The waitress has brought the food by now and we’re really enjoying it while we’re talking.

“That He would ask some of his friends to let me experience some things if I would be willing to go along with it. I said that would be fine as long as I could get out of anything easy. So He taught me about safe words, and set up a few things. Something different from each guy I was with. Over the next few months, I got quite an education. The good thing about it was that these guys usually had other subs or slaves, and they would let me practice on them after I’d experienced it myself . So that worked out well. And then, once I was 21, of course, there were other ways to connect with people. Clubs, baths, back room bars, etc., and I had myself  a real good time. I didn’t know this at the time, but my father always had me followed in case anything went wrong. Enough about this, though. So tell me when was the first time you actually did anything with a Dom.”

“It was at the baths. This was in New York City. There was this one place that had a reputation for our kind of activity, so I went there. I’ll never forget it. As soon as I got there, when I was walking to my room, I could hear someone getting spanked with a strap and him yelling out. I was hard before I even got my clothes off. So anyway, I just laid my strap on the bed and sat there naked, and sure enough, some hot guy came in and picked up the strap and told me to suck his dick. And while I did, He started hitting me.”

“Did you do more with him?”

“No, but there were others too, so I was getting a good amount of experience. And I had done a lot research about it, so I wasn’t completely ignorant. Then one night….this was really awesome . . . I went into this guy’s room and He was really getting into my head. He put clamps on me for the first time and knew how to talk me into taking it. He wanted to bring me home, and I was so turned on by His style that I went. Had an amazing time with him and He tried just about everything with me except for piss. Wasn’t interested. Anyway, this is the wild part, Sssum Billy: It turns out this guy was a professional s/m escort. But He took a liking to me and I got it for free. He gave me a new name: Jesse. Whole bit. I got to be with Him a few times after that, but then He told me that He had done all He wanted to do with me and now I was on my own. That was fine. I was really lucky to learn that way. Then I started going to the clubs.”

“And one night I saw you there.”

“Without my knowing.”

“At the proper time, I made My self known to you, alex.”

“And now my life is completely changed.”

“Let’s get going.” Master drops some money on the table and we see our way out. When we get back into the car,he says, “That was a good thing to do, telling our stories. We will continue to do so. Going out for a meal is a good setting for it to happen. How did you feel about it?”

“I loved it, Master. I never told anyone about myself  before, and I’m fascinated by the situation You grew up in. Both parts are good and yes, they’re very helpful. Especially spending relaxed time “out of role,” if You know what I mean.”

“Exactly. Don’t forget that I told you that things would be a lot more relaxed when you’re not in training.”

“Yes, Sir. Now I understand.”

We drive a couple blocks and Master parks the car in front of a country-western style store.

“We’re going in here,” He tells me. “I need to get you socks and boots. Tomorrow I’m bringing you to a friend’s ranch, and you’re going to be doing slave labor for him for the day.” And that is all He would tell me. “that’s all you have to know for now. Make sure the boots you choose will be suitable for a lot of hard work and walking around.”

Ulp!

I am trembling inside as the words “slave labor” and “hard work” dig their way into my sense of reality. This is far beyond anything I have ever imagined, or even desired, to tell the truth. I take a deep breath and Master Billy immediately comments on it: “That’s right, boy: breathe deeply. Your life as My slave will involve a great many things that you’ve never imagined, and certainly some things that will shatter your sense of yourself and who you are. I am the one Who designs the path you have to travel. I alone make the decisions about what it good for you and what is needed for you to become the type of slave I want you to be. I’m training you for Myself only. Other Masters would have different interests and fetishes. A lot of Masters would rather work with beginners because that way it’s not necessary to break any habits and some slaves find it difficult to change from the way they were first trained.

 

“And so, this is what will happen tomorrow. We will arrive at the ranch at 8 am and enter the main house. You will bow to the ground before Master Leroy and will begin licking his boots until told to stop. slave cory will also be there, and once Master Leroy has dismissed you, you will go to him and bow to the ground and lick his boots as well. A slave humbling itself before a more senior slave. When I tell you to, you will kneel up and suck the slave’s cock until he shoots his load into your mouth. After that, Master Leroy will lock his slave’s dick and balls into the chastity belt he prefers the slave wears. When instructed, slave cory will cover your bare flesh with sun-screen. I do not want you burnt from being outside all day. Once that is done, cory will bring you outside and you will work with him. There are several other ranch hands around. You will be respectful to all of them. The foreman carries a whip and will use it on the both of you as he deems necessary for motivation. Ranch hands may approach you demanding service and you will kneel and service them as directed. Any ranch hand may take off his belt to use on you if he feels it is deserved.

“In the meantime, Your Master will be relaxing in an air-conditioned manor house with his friend Master Leroy.  You will be toiling naked at the tasks you are assigned. The crew know that you are completely untrained for ranch work and will direct you and show you what to do, and have my permission to discipline you if warranted. They are not cruel; they are experienced working with slaves. Other Masters often send their boys to the ranch as part of their service as well, so this is just an ordinary occurrence for the crew.”

“I also want you to know that Master Leroy is insistent on proper protocol for slaves at all times and, I know, will be planning some time of official “ceremony” to welcome you as a new ranch slave. I do not know what that will be like, but I know you will not be brutalized in any way. All you have to do is cooperate and submit to whatever happens---just like usual. I know this is totally unexpected and something that perhaps you may fear or resist.

“Tonight you will sleep locked in the cage. I will give you something to help you sleep. I do not want you tossing and turning all night worrying about what the next day will bring. A good night’s sleep locked in your cage—and it is your cage now—will help things settle into your half-formed spirit and I trust you will do whatever it is you have to do to be able to surrender to My wishes about this somewhat unexpected aspect of your training and subjugation.”

“I am telling you these things now, baby boy, so that you understand fully why it is that I am buying you a pair of work boots and what it means for you. And, by the way, you will have adequate opportunity to wear those boots at home since there is a considerable amount of outside labor to be done at the cabin.”

“Now I have said all that I want to say. There will be no further discussion about this today or tonight. Tomorrow morning you will not be allowed to speak. If necessary, I will gag you to make sure you comply, but I am trusting you, alex, to surrender like a good boy to all that will happen, just as you have been doing so since the moment I first walked into your room at the beginning of the week. You have been a good boy and I am very pleased with you. I expect that to continue tomorrow.”

“So before we enter the store, I have some questions for you to answer honestly. First, what are you?”

“a slave, Master.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“to You, Master.”

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Master, You own this slave.”

“What rights do you have?”

“This slave has no rights, Master.”

“What power does your Master have?”

“this slave’s Master has total power over it.”

“Have you willingly relinquished your freedom and your status as a free superior man?”

“Yes, Master. this slave has turned everything over to You.”

“And what will you do for your Master, alex?”

“everything the Master orders, commands or expects, Master.”

“do you love Me, alex?”

“Yes, Master, this slave loves you with all its heart and soul.”

With that, Master leans over to me, puts His Hand behind my head, and kisses me with the type of kiss that sends me into a sub space and in a trance. Then He takes me from the car and leads me into the store.

Master frequently slips from Lover to Disciplinarian and I have trouble adjusting to the rapid shift; I guess it is something I will get used to eventually, but I’m not there yet. It happens again before we enter the store. Right after kissing in a way that floods me with the reality of His love for me, and before He opens the door, He turns to me and says in His stern voice, “you be quiet or I’ll fucking slap your face right there in front of everybody.” Bang! Okay, alex, time to switch gears again. Inner slave, take over now please? Putting His Hand on my back, He actually pushes me right into the place. It smells of leather and rawhide and there is country-Western music lightly playing over the sound system. I see a couple of men dressed alike—must be the uniform for employees. Jeans, boots, Western shirts and cowboy hats, bandanas around their necks. Ruddy complexions, very friendly looking. Master walks right up to the nearest guy, points to me and says “the boy’s been sentenced to do some hard labor at a local ranch. Needs socks and work boots that can do the job.” The sales guy nods and smiles at him and says “I’ll bet I know which ranch. Leroy Hanover’s place, by any chance?” Master smiles at him. “You got it, dude. Good for you! How do you know the place?” “Been there several times. Leroy’s a friend of mine. slave cory’s done work on my truck for me off and on. Nice place. Nice people. Hot scene.”

“It sure is. This kid will get a good work-out and it’s obvious H\he needs it.”

“As a ranch hand or as a . . .?”

Master cuts him off. “slave labor. boy needs to learn a few things about serving, if you know what I mean.”

Guy looks me over. “He’ll certainly get a chance to build some muscles on that light frame of his. Okay, let’s get started. You said you need socks too?”

“Yes. this brat didn’t bring anything with it.”

Guy goes over and picks up a six-pack. Never looks at me. “These will do the trick. Why not put a pair on?”

Master rips the bag open and pushes me into a chair. “Get these socks on your feet, boy. Then we’ll fit you for boots.”

Red-faced, I bend down to put on the socks. Nice and heavy. Never wore things like these before. I notice the other guy looking our way and our guy calls him over. “this gentleman is bringing this slave up to the Hanover place to do some hard labor. thought you’d like to know.” the other guy leers at me and nods his head. “wish I could be there to see it. Tomorrow?”

“that’s right. First time, but there will be other times as well if I have my way. And I always get my way.”

“I hear ya,”  the second guy says. He brings over a measuring tool. “Stick your foot on this and make sure it’s all the way back.” Remembering Master’s warning, I just nod and do what he tells me. First guy says “We’ve got just the thing for a day in the fields,” goes into the back and brings out a box and hands it to Master. “Take a look at these.” Master checks what’s inside, lifts one of them out and looks it over. “Exactly what’s needed. Important to have a good fit. I don’t want to have to tend to blisters at the end of the day. At least not on the feet.” The guys both chuckle. Guy #1 says, “These are the same ones Leroy gets for cory. They last a good long time.” Master takes both of them and drops them on the floor in front of me. “Go ahead. Try on the left one, boy.”

It’s a struggle, and guy #2 comes over and leans over me and pulls on the boot to get it on me. Takes the right one and does the same thing. “Never wore boots before, did you, boy?” I shake my head no. “well stand up and see how they feel. Walk around a bit. Make sure your feet don’t rub anywhere.” I obey him. Wow. They feel great.

“Good?” Master asks me. I nod. “Make sure they’re good. Walk around some more. Bend down to the ground and stand up again.” I do so while the guys watch me. Guy #2, the one who’s been leering at me, goes over to Master and speaks quietly to him. “You know, that’s a right good idea. He’s never sucked cock while wearing boots before. Better find out how they feel.” He turns to me: “Follow this nice man into the back and do a good job servicing Him. I don’t want to hear any complaints, cocksucker.” (No one else is in the store at the moment, so all pretenses to decency are lost and gone, especially since both these guys have been to the ranch and obviously know what the story is.) I follow him back and he takes me to a little office and shuts the door. He looks at me with that snide look on his face. “So get on your fucking knees, bitch. I haven’t shot a load in a few days. I’ll give you a nice meal.” He opens his pants and his cock is almost hard already. About six inches. Uncut. “Jerk it a while, slaveboy. My foreskin will pull all the way back when you get me hard.” I work the cock and try to lose my elf  in obedience. This guy’s probably been working all day. His dick smells a bit of sweat and piss. Humiliating to have to clean it, but tasty, says my inner slave.

“Ok, get that tip in your mouth and play with it with your tongue. Clean it off. It’s been cramped up in my jeans all day.” I do. The taste is on the acrid side but that shouldn’t matter. I work the tip and then he puts his hand on the back of my head and shoves it all the way into my mouth. I can handle it pretty easily, just a bit of gagging. Apparently he enjoys this. “Yeah, girl. Let me hear you gag. It tells me you’re committed to my cock like a good faggot. Hold still and let me fuck your face, cocksucker.” I do what he says and he starts fucking hard and heavy. I tighten my mouth like I’ve been trained. “Holy shit, you do know how to pleasure a man’s dick, kid. Keep it up.” It doesn’t take long before I feel the tension building and with a small shout, he shoots his load into my mouth. Damn, there is a lot. Some of it dribbles out of my mouth. I almost choke as I swallow. He reaches down and wipes what spilled with his finger and forces it back into my mouth, and then he smacks me hard in the face. “That’ll teach you not to spill a man’s load, faggot. Now hold my cock in your mouth until it gets soft. then stick your tongue under my foreskin and go all the way around. There might be something there to clean up. That’s it, pig. You like uncut dick, eh?” I say nothing, just keep licking. finally he pulls out of my mouth. “Stick me back inside my pants and zip me up, faggot.” my hands are trembling a little, but I manage to do what he told me.

He goes to leave the office. “Stay here, faggot, on your knees. my buddy might want some action too. We’ll give your Master a nice discount if you do both of us.” he leaves the office and walks to the front. Sure enough, the other guy comes in. “Not in the mood for a blow job but I want to make an impression on you so you don’t forget your pals here at the store. Open your mouth, slave. Big and wide.” I do so. He tips my head back and leans over me and lets a huge glob of spit drip right into my mouth. “Swallow that, kid.” I do so. “Open again.” this time he takes three fingers and sticks them down my throat until I gag and then roughly pulls them out and back in again several times. “You need more lube, dickhead.” He spits into my mouth, gets another load of saliva ready and spits again. He sticks his fingers in one more time and then pulls on the roof of my mouth harder and harder which cause me to stand up on shaky legs. He takes his fingers out and slaps my face several times, left and right. Then spits on my face again. “I’d tell you to walk out there with my spit dripping down your face, but we’ve got other customers so we can’t make a scene. Have a good time tomorrow, kid. Work good and hard so you don’t get covered in welts. One of the hands there has a nine inch dick. I hope he fucks you right down your throat. If he does, tell him that Henry says hi and fucking ask him to spit in your mouth. He’ll know what to do. Damn, I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow. It would be hot to see you naked in boots with welts across your shoulders and ass.” He spits in my face one more time, then takes out his dirty handkerchief and wipes it all over me. A couple more slaps and he pushes me out of the room and we walk back outside.

He goes to his friend and says, settle up with the Master. Give him the cocksucker discount. They both laugh. I stand there totally humiliated and wishing I could cum from the thrill of what just happened.

Master settles up for the socks and the boots and a dozen rawhide shoelaces, and tells me to leave the boots on and pick up my flipflops. He walks out of the store and tells me to thank the guys for using me---privately! I go to each one and bow my head and whisper words of thanks to each of them and I feel like a child who just got his ass whipped. Henry raises his hand and I duck, thinking he was going to slap me again. “Can’t do what I want and what you deserve. Don’t want to upset the ladies over there.”

I sure hope your boss brings you back here again. Maybe I’ll be in the mood for fucking your face with something bigger than my fingers.” I bow my head to him and he pats me on top of my head and says “Good boy. Now don’t keep your Master waiting.”

I turn around and leave. Once I’m back in the car, Master says, “That was real nice. We got your boots and you got used good by two hot dudes. I’m sure they gave you a taste of what will probably happen tomorrow. Notice, boy, how many opportunities there are around you for you to be trained in all sorts of different ways. That was a nice surprise that they both have been to the ranch and are obviously used to dealing with faggot slaveboys. Now let’s go get coffee before we head back. I want you to tell me all about what you learned back there just now.”

 

Billy finds seats for us in the rather crowded coffee shop, gives me His credit card and tells me what to order. One thing I’m happy about is that my Master is very lenient and understanding when it comes to coffee. He can deny me any food, or force me to eat Pablum or anything else, but as long as I can have coffee whenever I want (and I’m allowed to ask for it), I’m a happy camper.

When I bring our refreshments to the table and sit down, he says, “So talk to me, boy.”

“Master, he kept spitting at me and then rubbed it into my face. I feel all yucky now.”

“alex, I didn’t ask you to tell me what they did. I asked you to tell me what you learned. I really don’t care what happened to you. I gave you to them and they could do whatever they wanted. Focus, brat! Tell me: what.did.you.learn? What did they teach you? You must be willing to learn from each and every superior man who takes an interest in you.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” I look around and lots of people are talking so I’m not afraid of anyone overhearing us. Besides, Billy conveniently put us at a table almost hidden in a corner. “I learned that They could do whatever They wanted to me, even if it was disgusting or weird.”

“those are judgments, boy. Stop doing that. You don’t have the right to judge. That earned you two lashes with the strap when we get home.”

“I’m sorry again, Master.”

“Tell me why they could do what they did? Now THINK!”

“Because I am that low. Superior men can do things to me that ordinary men would never tolerate.”

“that’s better, boy. Continue!”

“ummm….that a superior man is free to act out any impulse or desire to humiliate or use me. That my body is a thing to them. That I have no personhood.”

Billy nods his approval and smiles at me. I love it when he does that!  “So . . . slapping and spitting. Did you submit willingly or was it something you resented or was it something you realized you deserved?

“Master, I realized that I need to be used that way.”

“Did it excite your inner slave?”

He’s been talking a lot about my ‘inner slave’ and I’m starting to get His point about that. Yes, there is something inside me that really responds to all the things that are happening. It’s almost like I get this feeling of something glowing and shaking with me. I respond to the feeling by bowing my head and lowering my eyes, and I say quietly, “Yes, Master.”

“Think of this: Imagine that I walked up to you in high school and started slapping your face. In private.”

I think, and reply “I think I would have taken it, but only from You, Sir.”

“what if I had done it in public?”

“Guys would watch and laugh at me and pat you on the back for doing it. I’d probably start to cry.”

“Yes, I think you would have cried. You know, back in high school, I really wanted to slap you around.”

“why didn’t you?”

“Several reasons. A: I’d get in trouble.  B: I wasn’t sure how you’d react.  C: I didn’t want you to regard me as a bully, and you weren’t ready to understand me as the Master I would become for you. Tell me: that second guy, Henry. Did he make you blow Him?”

“No, Sir. He just wanted to humiliate the faggot by spitting and slapping. Everything was above the neck: face, mouth and mind took His abuse. I actually think he is homophobic---no, I shouldn’t say that because it’s a judgment. I’m sorry, Master.”

“I’ll let that go. When Henry was talking to me, he told me that in His mind, there is nothing lower than a faggot slave, so I told Him to treat you that way, that it would do you some good.”

“He had this permanent sneer on His face the minute he heard I was a slave. His look made me feel like I should fall to the floor and be under His feet.”

“Again, what did you learn, boy?”

“How low I am in some men’s eyes if they know the truth about me.”

“Then he did you a big favor.”

“Master, the most humiliating thing of all was when You made me go back to Him before leaving to thank Him.”

“the other guy—Mark---said that he was straight but he was horny and didn’t think there was anything gay about getting his cock sucked by a gay slaveboy when no woman is available. He said that when he heard you were going to the ranch to do slave labor, he realized that you were a true slave—like cory at the ranch—and as such, you were less than human and have no sexual identity.”

“do You think that, Master?”

“Not at all. In my Eyes, you are a boy—not a man—a boy who needs constant guidance and discipline, a boy I love and care for—but at the same time, you are my property. Nonetheless, I do intend to marry you, not to make you my spouse or husband, but because of numerous legal benefits to marriage and that it is a way of protecting you if anything ever happens to me.”

“Master, if anything happens to you I think I would just fold up and die.”

“don’t go there, alex. Don’t upset yourself that way. Did you really get what I just said to you: I am going to marry you. In the eyes of outsiders, of course, we will be husbands, but even in straight marriages, sometimes one partner is subservient to the other. If anyone picks up on that, fine, but it won’t make any difference.”

“May I ask You a question, Billy?”

“what?”

“Are Pap and crick married?”

“Yes. No more about that now, boy.”

“Sir, I had some negative thoughts when Henry was doing what he did to me.”

“What were you thinking?”

“that he was nothing more than a bully.”

“He most definitely is a bully. I know that. I made a decision when he was talking to me because of the way he was talking. I decided it was fine with me, that he could bully you for a while. Part of your training. And I knew it would be hard for you, that it would probably bring up bad memories—but I want those memories to come to the surface. Just like last night when I had a lot of fun bullying you.

“But it was different when You were doing it, Master. It meant more because it was part of our relationship and part of the way You are training me and conditioning me.”

“That’s why I didn’t bully you in school but waiting until it was time, waiting until now. Because now I can do anything I want to you and it is all a gift to the slave in you.

“I was bullied so much in school, Sir.”

“I know. I saw a lot of it. But what you didn’t know was how many times I put a stop to things guys were planning, or told someone—like Bruce, for example—to lay off you.”

“Really? OMG!!! my future Master was already looking out for me!”

“Yes, boy. And one day I was telling Dad about your situation and he told me that if someone didn’t take charge of you, you’d be bullied your entire life. That’s when I knew for sure that you could never live your life like a free man, that you had to be owned and that I was going to be the one who would own you for myself .”

Tears came to my eyes. “Master, how can I ever thank You enough?”

“By being a good boy and by obeying Me in all things and by accepting my discipline and my training and all my decisions about your life. And by loving Me.”

“Billy, I love You so much.” A tear falls. Billy takes out his handkerchief and pours some water on it and uses it to wipe the tear and Henry’s spit off my face. I start purring inside. Then I start getting upset.

“What is it, boy? What’s going on with you?”

“Master, I get bullied a lot at work.”

“Tell me more.”

“My boss is very mean to me and embarrasses me in front of the others sometimes, and a couple of the guys are starting to treat me the way he does.”

“How do you deal with it, alex?”

“Well up until now I used to keep telling myself that some day I’m going to be someone’s slave so I might as well get used to it.”

“There is a very big difference between the way an experienced Master treats a slave and bullying. Do you ever feel like I’m bullying you, boy?”

“No, Master. Never comes to mind. You give me what I deserve, and if You treat me harshly or roughly, it’s because I deserve it and because You are working hard to train me to be exactly the kind of slave You know I need to be.”

“Listen alex: you might get bullied a bit at the ranch tomorrow. I’m not exactly sure what the situation is there, but Master Leroy told me that cory would look out for you, so take whatever happens and try not to think of it as being bullied. Master Leroy has His crew well trained and they are obviously used to being around gay slave boys, because other Men I know send their boys there to work as well. So in all likelihood it must be a relatively humane set-up. Just take whatever happens, okay?”

“Yes, Master, for You.”

“Good boy. Let’s get going. You have an appointment with the strap when we get home, and then you have to go downstairs to clean up the dungeon and get your cage ready for the night. I’ll go down to show you what has to be done, so you won’t be alone. And I’m locking you up early tonight and giving you something to help you sleep. We have to be up at 6 am tomorrow so I can clean you out and we’ll have time for breakfast.”

“Master?”

“What is it, child?”

“May Your slave suck Your Cock when we get home?”

“After your punishment, yes. I like it when you ask Me that. Off we go.”

I’m quiet on the way home, thinking over all the things that have happened and what Master has told me. It hasn’t even begun to set in that He told me He’s going to marry me.