The Alex Chronicles

Chapter Twelve

1. Punishment, After-care, and sleep

We get in the house and for some reason this time Master strips me. He shows me where I will keep the boots with a pair of socks ready in them. He puts His Arms around me and gently bites the lobe of an ear, telling me, “I want you to go take a shower now because you won’t want to take one after you’ve been punished. I’m going downstairs to look things over. When you get out of the shower, stay wet, go and fetch the strap and come downstairs naked and wet and present the strap to me while kneeling at my feet. Then you’ll be punished.”

Now i understand when someone says that “the anticipation is part of the punishment.” I’m already feeling the pain of the strap as I wash myself , wondering where it will land on me. I make sure to pour some body wash down into my cage and I realize that I really don’t care much if I’ll ever be unlocked. There are too many more important things on my mind. Tonight, tomorrow, the ranch, the work, being seen by so many naked, caged and collared, the guys in the boot store, where I’m sleeping tonight, when are Michael and Robert arriving and what will it be like to have them here as part of my training, when does this training ever end, and so on.

What would Master say? “All your attention must be on what you are doing to obey me at any particular moment.” That’s a good idea. Why do I forget it so often? Here I am, taking a shower because Master ordered me to. Now I’m getting out of the shower soaking wet. Master wants me naked and wet. Now I’m going to fetch that horrid strap. Now I’m walking down the stairs carrying the very thing Master is going to use to punish me. Now, head lowered, I’m walking up to Master and kneeling before Him. He tells me to kiss the strap on both sides and the offer it to him, holding it up in both hands. Now …

He takes a wide leather collar and puts it around my neck and fastens it. It’s really pretty tight. “I’m putting this collar around you for bondage purposes, but you will wear it all night. Let it be a reminder to you that you are an inferior slave.” Then He takes the strap from my outstretched hands, swishes it through the air, and then speaks: “Tell me why I am punishing you?”

“Because I opened my mouth and said something critical of a superior Man, Master.”

“Do you understand that I don’t want to hear you doing that without permission, and if ever I do, you’ll be punished again. And again. Until you are finally broken?

“Yes, Master, this slave apologizes for what it did and promises to use all its strength never to do that again.”

“Are you grateful to your Master for helping break you of habits that prevent you from being a humbled slave?”

“Yes, Master, this slave thanks You for protecting it from itself and making it into a better slave.”

“After I punish you, you will fall to the floor and kneel before me and suck your Master’s cock in a way that shows Him how grateful you are for what He has done to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Master looks around. “I want you to go and lie down on that table over there.” He points. my blood is racing through me very quickly now. I do what He says. He comes over to the table and first takes the strap and lays it down on my legs above my knees. Is that where I’m gonna get it?” He picks up some of the chains that are lying around from before. Taking three chains, He pulls my arms so my head is now off the top of the table. He binds each of my arms to hooks, and each arm is being stretched pretty far. Finally, He attaches a chain to a loop in the back of my collar and pulls my head more back and down and chains it there tightly. “These chains are strong. Only I will be able to set you free.” I’m not sure why He said that, but I’m getting so nervous that I can’t think a lot now. Then He spread my legs as far as they can go and straps them down to the table. I’m extended in all directions and displayed. As if this isn’t bad enough, He begins swishing the strap through the air and hitting it on other parts of the room.

“You are getting two lashes, slave. Each one on your chest across your nipples. Hopefully this will help you remember not to speak out like that again, because the next time it will be three lashes. And so we begin:

The strap actually makes noise as it flies through the air and lands on my chest and all I can think about is fire and I scream out and start to cry. Damn! Such a crybaby! I swear my nipples won’t survive another lash. 

He pauses. As usual, a lecture. “alex, I give you so much damn freedom to talk, more than most slaves ever get. I give you times when you can say what’s on your mind, even if that involves criticizing Doms and Masters. The least I expect is that you don’t do that unless it is a time when I give you permission. Maybe I’m causing the problem by giving you freedom to talk, so your poor brain can’t distinguish when it’s allowed and when it isn’t. Is that the problem? If so, I can solve it easily. I’ll simply never ever allow you to say something critical about any Superior man any time. But I don’t think you’d want that to happen so you’d better learn to control your tongue, slave boy.”

And why He says those last few words, the strap comes down and I am hollering “I’M SORRY!” and my crying has turned to sobbing and I’m trying to move my head around and almost strangling myself . Master sees this and immediately lets the chain loose holding my head and it is so much better. He walks away and leaves me alone there in my shame and misery and I swear, if I could, I would be hard as a rock.

He waits until I’ve quieted down and then comes over with a cloth to wipe my face and let me blow my nose. Then He opens the collar and expands it by one notch and that is so much better. Next thing I know I burn quickly and then cool ashe spreads a crème over where He whipped me. He dries his hand on the towel He used on me and then releases first my legs and then finally my wrists as He helps me sit up and waits until I’m not dizzy, then He helps me all the way off the table and makes sure that I can stand on my own. Meanwhile He bends and massages my arms to help undo the discomfort of being bound. This is a nice part of it. Him taking gentle care of me. I’ve read about after-care before, but this is better than anything those sources said about it.

He stops touching me and sits up on the table, opening his pants. “Suck my dick, slave. Do a good job. Show Me how grateful you are to Me for punishing you. Show Me what you feel about Me. Show Me what you are, slave.”

I have to bend over a little but I’m glad I don’t have to kneel right now. I make love to His awesome head, my favorite part. Then I start blowing Him the way He likes. Down as far as I can. Very wet. I really want to show Him what He makes me feel like, how much of a slave He’s making me, and I go right to the gagging spot and hover there as long as I possibly can. “that’s it, cocksucker. Let Me hear your noises as you fuck your face on my Dick. I got so turned on punishing you that I’m almost ready to blow. Quick, bitch! All the way down! You can do it, boy! Go! Suck me all the way!” I feel Him expanding and all of a sudden He hollers out. Here it comes! Pull off My dick so I can shoot most of it in your mouth.” He loves this special humiliation. Once He’s finished, and it takes a good while, I just open my mouth and look up at Him, showing Him He’s filled my slave mouth with His Cum. “Swallow,” He orders. I do so.

Once again, no further reference to the punishment nor the crime is made. What’s over is over. We move on. He pats me on the head and says, “The first thing you can do is pick up all this bondage stuff and put it on the hooks where it belongs.” And, despite my pain, I go to work and try to focus on each movement I make. I’m not sure exactly where each piece goes, but I do my best. When Master wants, He will correct my mistakes. While I’m doing that, He’s doing something with the cage, but I can’t see what. It would break my concentration and I don’t want to fuck up anything else now. I’m sore enough.

After I’m finished, He comes over and looks at what I’ve done. He makes a couple corrections. Actually I did pretty good! “Later this week you’ll take all these things and clean and polish them.” He slaps me on my ass and says, “Upstairs. Kneel on the cushion by my seat at the table.” I am so fucking tired. I wish I could just go to sleep. Slowly, as if trying to make a point, I make my way up the stairs and go to kneel at the table. The cushion is still there.

He comes into the kitchen and takes something out of the fridge and pours it into something. Then He takes a plate and puts things on it and comes to the table and sits. “Bedtime snack,” He tells me with a wink and, despite everything, I smile at Him. His face is so fucking hot right now. It gives me energy. He picks up a cookie—an oreo!!!---breaks it and puts into my mouth. “Eat up, boy.” Then another. Then He picks up—damn!—a sippy cup filled with milk and sticks it in my mouth. “Suck, alex.” I wash down the cookie and the milk feels so good right now. “One more cookie for you then bed, boy.” More cookie. More milk. He takes away the cup and puts a pill in my mouth. I don’t even know what it is and I’m panicking, not sure what I should do because everyone says it isn’t safe to take a drug from anyone without knowing it is. “Before you panic, alex, this pill is something to help you sleep through the night without tossing and turning with worry. I’ll show you the box.” He gets it and puts it into my hand. Oh, I know that this is. I’ve seen it advertised before. Fine. I nod my head and He puts the cup back into my mouth“ Swallow that pill. Suck that cup until it’s empty.”

Once I’m done He says, “Good boy. Now let’s get you bedded down. Go take a pillow of the bed and come downstairs and get on all fours by the door of the cage.” Shit! Does He have any idea what it does to me to hear Him say that as if it’s the most ordinary thing in the day? Most likely because He winks at me before I go to get the pillow.

He’s already downstairs at the door of the cage when I arrive and get down on the ground. He smacks me hard on the butt. “In!” I crawl in. “Look around. See the intercom buttons. See the water supply. If you can’t hold your piss over night, just piss yourself. You’re the one who will have to lay in it when it gets cold and smelly.” I struggle to find a position I can handle. The cage isn’t that small but it is still quite constricting. I hear Him shut the door and close the lock. “He kisses His Fingers and then touches them to my lips. “Sleep well, child. I’m turning off the lights. Do you want the purple?”

“Please, Daddy?”

He smiles at me with love in His eyes. “Sure. I’ll leave the purple on. You’re a good boy. Go to sleep now because tomorrow is going to be very busy day and I’m waking you up early.” I’m left speechless and that is fine. He goes upstairs and turns off the main lights and suddenly everything is washed in purple. Or maybe I should say lavender?

As I close my eyes, something hits me: I’m cramped up in a dungeon locked into a cage that I can’t open and I am going to sleep alone, sore from a whipping. Billy is upstairs. He will come down to me when it’s time. Billy keeps me safe. And with that, I nod off and sleep dreamless sleep.

2. Phone calls

While alex is all tucked away, locked in the cage downstairs, Billy is happy for some much-needed personal time away from the pressure that is part and parcel of being a full-time Master and training this boy He has lusted after for a little over a decade. He’s quite pleased with the way things are going and is looking forward to the “festivities” up at the ranch tomorrow. His phone rings. Speak of the Devill! It’s Leroy calling from the ranch.

“Everything all set for tomorrow, Leroy?”

“Sure thing. Looking forward to it. So are the boys on the crew. They love it when someone brings a slave here. I’ve told them about Your situation and how Your boy has never been on a ranch or gone through some of the things that happen here.”

“Good. I was afraid something came up and you were backing out.”

“No problem with that, but there is something I want to speak to you about. A possible “opportunity,” if you’re interested.”

“I’m curious. What’s going on?”

“Well, cory is due for the most severe whipping in its miserable life. Wondering if you’d be interested in having your boy be part of the audience. It’s going to be a public punishment. The whole crew will be on hand for it. This rotten slave is in for a rude awakening to what happens when it loses all self-control and does something that could land it in prison.”

“What happened, Leroy?”

“Well, cory’s always had a weakness for much younger guys. Two weeks ago my cousin was here for a few days and brought along his 15 year old son. The kid, name is Trent. He’s a big guy. You’d think he was actually a college boy at least, but he’s young and naïve and Andrew—that’s my cousin’s name—doesn’t know anything about the whole gay scene. Trent is an avid horseback rider, rides at home all the time, so it was only natural he’d want to go out on the trails here.”

“What does cory have anything to do with it?”

“Well, considering the situation, I removed the slave’s collar and manacles, got it dressed and had him pose as one of the crew members. Even slept in the bunkhouse, which the guys loved. They enjoyed his “services,” let us say, for the time it was there. They kept it naked in the house and made sure it remembered its status in this little community. You’d think that would have been enough for the perverted slut, but no. One night, cory snuck back into the house here and made its way into Trent’s bedroom and put the moves on him. Trent was horrified and told him to get out or he’d tell everyone what he did. Fortunately, cory didn’t force itself on the boy. But goddamn, Billy, the kid was fucking 15 years old.”

“Shit! He’s lucky the kid stayed quiet or he could have been arrested.”

“Well, Trent stayed quiet for a couple weeks, but finally he couldn’t handle dealing with what had happened. Don’t forget, this kid is naïve as hell and has never been around gay people before, or at least he didn’t know he was around gay people until cory made its move. So, to make a long story short, Trent told his father and Andrew called me up three days ago furious, and told me what happened with one of the crew members. Remember, Andrew doesn’t know anything about cory being a slave. So he said he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it, but he thought I would want to know and maybe get the creep off my property.”

“Holy shit! So the slave is due for some significant punishment.”

“You’re not kidding. It’s been locked up downstairs ever since I heard, and has only had water and cock to eat for the three days. I was originally planning on having it up here when you guys got here, was thinking even of making your alex blow the guy to help your slave understand that it is inferior to cory.”

“That would really be have been hot. I’d be in for that. Anything we can do to help alex understand what it is and how low it is meant to be is fine by me. And, man, the slave fucking really gets off on being humiliated, so we could have a really good time.”

“Right. But now there’s a question of cory being punished. So I was wondering if you’d been interested in having your boy witness a public whipping tomorrow. It is going to be substantial. I’ll be using rawhide straps because I don’t want to bloody the fucker, but I assure you this slave is going to be dancing and howling for a good long time. I plan to have my toughest crew members whip him from his neck down to his knees and probably front as well. I’m going to teach this faggot a lesson it will never forget. So anyway it’s up to you whether or not you want to have your boy see what happens to slaves who go astray. No sweat if you don’t want it to happen while you’re here. We can just play it as if nothing is wrong. I’ll take the faggot out of its cage early tomorrow morning and even give it something to eat before you guys get here. Either way is fine with me. As far as I’m concerned, if you don’t want to be involved it can happen after you’ve left. As you well know, buddy, the anticipation is part of the punishment. cory knows what’s coming, and I’ve finally gotten through to its slave mind to the point where it realizes it deserves what it’s going to get.”

“What a tale you’ve got to tell. I wouldn’t want to be in cory’s situation. I’ve felt those straps when Dad sent me to you for some experience several years back. I can’t imagine enduring what you’re thinking of. But I have to say, Leroy, that considering where things are with alex right now, and how new this situation is for both of us, I think it would be prudent for me to pass on the whole thing. It might be too much for alex right now. Maybe I’m just being too sweet on him, but I am sweet on him, and I’m really being careful not to overload him or scare him away. So far things are really going well. In fact, he’s sleeping in the cage downstairs as we speak, but I think what you’ve planning would be much too much for him to see at this point.”

“As usual, I respect your wisdom about this, Billy. So we’ll play it as if nothing is going on. I’ll warn cory that if it steps out of line in any way whatsoever, it’ll be looking at a few weeks of imprisonment, and more than one whipping in his future. I even threatened to give the slave to someone who would be interested in becoming its Master. Anyway, I’m reasonably sure that it will be subdued and will be on its best behavior. But forget about alex sucking its dick. Kissing its feet, maybe, but that fucker’s cock is going to be locked up for a long time to come.”

“That’s cool, Leroy, and I can go with the idea of alex sucking feet. Wait till you see how much it loses itself when doing it. We’ll have a good time. Also, I have no problem with it servicing the other guys who are with you—even you if you want.”

“No, I’ll pass on that. Just have it grovel before me as a way of introducing itself.”

“that’s cool. Well, we’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning. I assume alex will be cleaning the stables.”

“Sure thing. Along with cory. And I’ll make sure one of the guys is there as well, because at the moment my trust level is blown to smithereens when it comes to this bitch.”

“I get it. Looking forward to tomorrow, dude. Thanks for the call and for giving me an option on the situation. Bye for now.”

“Make sure you get some sleep yourself, Billy. You and I will have a good time together tomorrow. Lots to talk about. I haven’t seen you in a couple months, so I can’t wait to hear all about what’s developing between you and your boy. I know a little about how much you’d been planning for this to happen. Interested in seeing how things are developing. Good bye for now!” he cancels the call.

Billy gets himself a beer and sits down thinking over things. Maybe He’ll have to get some rawhide straps to use on alex.

Not twenty minutes later, the phone rings again.

“Hello, Master Billy? This is sean, Sir.”

“sean? surprised to hear from you. What’s going on? Is anything wrong, boy?”

“No, Sir, nothing’s wrong . . . um . . it’s just that . . .

“Before we go any farther, I have to ask you: is your Master there?

“No, Sir, Master is on a business trip. He usually brings me with Him, but this is kind of a retreat and all the participants are staying in an executive retreat center, so He had to leave me home.”

“I see. Tell me, sean, do you have your Master’s permission to make phone calls, particularly to call Me?

“ . . . um. . .no, Sir, but i don’t think He’d mind.”

“It’s not up to a slave to make assumptions, sean. I’m going to hang up. You text your Master and ask for permission, specifically permission to speak with Me. If you get His permission, then you may call Me back. Understand?”

“yyyyes, SSssir. You’re a lot stricter than when i was Your sub.”

“I’m a lot older too, and a lot wiser about how to handle slaves. Contact your Master, then get back to me if you’re given permission.”

Billy hangs up. He’s pleased with Himself the way He handled that. He’s learned so much about dealing with slaves from His father, from His reading, from His fellow Doms at the clubs and from his experience. He always had a soft spot in His heart for sean, but it wasn’t a full-blown Master/slave relationship and He finally encouraged the boy to move on and seek a more permanent situation. Apparently He did, but Billy is curious about the boy being left alone and how they manage to deal with it. He knows of sean’s Master, but He’s never met the guy. Nonetheless, He’s heard good reports about Him. Good thing. Sean can be hard to handle. He knows that from His own experience working with the kid.

The phone rings again.

“Master, it’s sean. Master gave me permission.”

“So now I have another question for you: Why did you call Me after an absence of a couple of years?

“Master Billy, i miss You and i’m lonely here right now and thought it would be nice to hear Your voice.”

“I see. So you’re left alone while your Master is on a work-related trip. Tell me what your situation is like.

“Master is a lot more strict than You were, Sir. It’s okay, i’m ready for it, but never would have been when I was younger.”

“slave boys aren’t made overnight. It’s a question of timing. How long have you been with this Master? I assume it’s 24/7.

“Yes, Sir. 24/7. Finally. This slave took Your advice and put it out that this is what it was looking for.”

“Are you happy there---happy the way a slave can be, of course?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s just being here alone for the whole week for the first time. Master’s given it a lot of tasks to complete before He returns, mostly stuff around the house and yard, and some writing, and Master has three friends who He invited to come by and use this slave, but no one’s come by yet.”

“Well make sure you don’t waste a lot of time looking at porn on the Internet, boy. I know how you used to be with that.”

“i can’t Master. He changed the WiFi password and didn’t tell me what it is so I have no connection.”

“Good. So you say He’s a lot more strict than I was. How so?”

“Right from the beginning i wasn’t allowed to have coffee. That was really hard at first but now I’m used to it. I sleep in a dog cage every night beside His bed but never am allowed to sleep with Him except maybe once every couple of weeks. He had this slave’s nipples pierced and its tongue so it could give Him more pleasure. He likes watching this slave get fucked by other men. He has a thin cane and He uses it on this slave all the time everywhere on its body. Things like that. A lot of restrictions.”

“And you two talk these things over?”

“Not too often, Sir. He has a lot of people to deal with at His job and when He gets home He doesn’t want me getting in His space and chattering unless He asks for it.”

“You have safewords, of course . . . “

“Yes, Sir. Not necessary most of the time. He’s into lots of kinds of torture and likes to hear His slave cry and scream and beg for mercy, so i always do that before having to safeword. But, Sir, i miss the talks we used to have. You taught this slave so much.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, sean, and I hope you put the things I taught you into practice all the time so you don’t have to be punished too often.”

“i try to be a good boy, Sir. Master doesn’t have too many complaints about me. But this is so different than before.”

“Don’t forget, sean, when you were with me it was only a couple times a week, not 24/7. I was a lot younger and still had a lot of things to learn. And I wasn’t ready for more than we were doing at the time. And, as you know, I like to have chats with the boys I play with.”

“I wish I could get Master to chat more like that.”

“sean, you should know better. a slave surrenders to what is, not to what it wishes it would be. Your focus should be on that surrender, even if it means that you have to be left alone for a week.” Billy thinks to Himself, “I would never do such a thing to alex.”

“Yes, Master, this slave understands. It’s just hard at times.”

Billy hears a dog bark.

“Do you have a dog, boy?”

“Yes, Master. Master gave it to me as a special present so i could have more affection than He was willing to give.”

“What kind of dog?”

“A lab, Sir. Completely black. i love him. He tries to get into the cage to sleep with me at night, but it’s really not big enough for the both of us, but somehow He manages to make himself real small enough to fit.”

“That’s lovely. That was good of your Master to do that for you. I hope you often express your gratitude.”

“I do, Sir, honest. Sir, may this slave ask a question?”

“yes, sean. Go ahead.”

“Sir, this slave was wondering if You have a slave now.”

“Yes, indeed, I do, and it is a wonderful situation for the both of us. Very needy boy, but I’m training its mind as well as its body and I’m quite pleased. It’s asleep now, downstairs in its cage. It usually sleeps with Me, but I felt I needed a break tonight so I locked it up downstairs. First time for it at night, but I haven’t heard a peep out of it so I know it’s okay.”

“Well, i’m happy for You, Sir. But ever if You need a . . .”

Billy cuts him off. “don’t go there, sean. don’t ask. Don’t offer. Don’t make up any fantasies in your head. Live what you are where you are. If it isn’t working, then seek your freedom and live on your own for a while before throwing yourself at anyone else again. But as for me, I’m now in a situation I’ve wanted for a very long time, and it is permanent. Permanent. No changes. No new slaves. None of that. Make sure you let that sink in, boy.”

dejectedly  “Yes, Master Billy. Your boy is very lucky. i hope it continues to make You happy.”

“Thank you, sean. And on that note, I’m going to say goodbye. I need to be up early in the morning. Goodnight, boy, and make sure you tell your Master all about this conversation. Hold nothing back. And if you’re harboring secret feelings about wanting something better or something different, you owe it to this Master to let Him know what is in your mind. If you don’t do that, nothing will ever work. Anywhere. that’s my last piece of advice to you tonight, slave. Good night.

Billy hang up the phone and shakes his head. It sounds like sean is not where it ultimately belongs. But that’s not an issue Billy chooses to give any more thought to.

Time for bed. He sets the clock for 6 am and settles in. It feels strange without alex waiting to curl himself around Him. But it’s for the best.

3. heading to the ranch

 

I wake up feeling crisp and clear but very confused. Where the hell am I? Why is everything purple? Why can’t I stretch my legs out? I go to stretch my arms and they knock against metal bars, and all of a sudden I realize where I am: caged. I feel the collar around my neck and remember how Billy put it on me after punishing me and then how He loosened it up a little and Holy Shit! I am Billy’s slave! I belong to Him, this guy I started worshipping as soon as I entered puberty. This guy I dreamed about, jerked off about, missed so terribly for so many years. This guy who never lost track of me. This guy who entered into my life not too long ago and I’m so happy He came back, and now He has made me His own and here I am locked up but feeling so safe and damn, I have to pee and I wonder how long it will be before He unlocks the cage and what will it be like today, being a naked slave working on a ranch and I’m all scared and excited and horny (damn this cage!) and so lost in love with the most important Man in my life who told me He loves me and He is my Master and all i have to do is just go on the ride He’s taking me on and everything will turn out the way He wants it and the way He wants it is the best way for His slave to be and all i have to do is surrender to Him and I’ve already done that and i hope He comes down here soon or I’m gonna piss myself  and that will probably get me a couple more lashes from His strap so I’d better just hold it in until He gives me permission to piss.

Now my brain is tired. Damn, I’m so wired even though I just woke up and oh, good, I hear the door open upstairs and I hear Him coming downstairs and I can’t wait to be in His arms, if H e allows it.

“You look so fucking hot, alex, collared and locked up like a slave should be and I bet you’d like your Master to open your cage and let you come crawling out.”

“Please, Master? This slave has to pee so bad! Please let me out and hug me, Daddy?”

Billy chuckles and takes His key and unlocks the door and springs it open. “Don’t move, boy or you’ll get a cramp. I’m going to grab your feet and slowly pull you out. Let loose and let Me handle you now.”

He holds me by the manacles around my ankles and slowly pulls my legs and it feels so good for them to be out straight now, but they’re also so damn sore. Slowly He pulls me and I start sliding out on my back and when I get about halfway out, He grabs my balls and starts pulling on them and that hurts, but I remember my manners.

“They’re Yours, Master. The slave’s balls belong to You, Sir. You can do anything You want to me, Master.”

“Use your arms now, alex. Push yourself all the way out. . . . there you go . . that’s a good boy. Now get up on your hands and knees, slave, and come over here.” He points to one of the many drains in the floor and swats me on my butt as I crawl over there. “Move so your cock cage is over the drain then lift your right leg in the air and piss like a dog, slave. You won’t make it upstairs without pissing yourself. You did good holding it in. I fully expected to find you lying in a pool of piss this morning like a pig. Go ahead. Damn you look hot like this, like a fucking dog. Let loose, boy. Let the piss flow out of your cage and down the drain.”

I am dying of sweet humiliation as I let go and the piss comes out of me and drips through the cage. Meanwhile, Master goes over to the sink and fills up a pitcher with water (which I hope is warm) and comes back over to me and watches me piss. I have absolutely no privacy before my Master.

“All done? Good boy. Now turn over so I can rinse out your cage. I don’t want you smelling pissy at the ranch later on, boy.” I do what He says and yes, the water is warm as He pours it over me, and while He is pouring the water over me H\he starts spitting in my face and it is covering my face and dripping down. “See what you are, alex? What you’ve always deserved from me. Open your mouth and I’ll give you more to drink, boy.” I obey Him and H\e lets a large amount of saliva drip into my mouth and it is the most delicious drink I have ever had. “Okay, let Me help you stand up, boy.” my legs are shaky so I really need to lean on Him. He puts his arms around me and I settle into His hug and I know I would endure any humiliation He could come up with just to have time to spend in His arms. He takes one hand and rubs His spit into my face. Then He lets go of me and reaches over to the table and picks up a leash and clips it to my collar. “Come on, slave, let’s get upstairs. Lots to do before we leave for the ranch.”

We go upstairs and He leads me into the kitchen. “On the floor, slave. Legs spread the way I taught you. spread ‘em good and wide for your Master.” He goes and fixes a cup of coffee. It’s for me, I know, because He puts cream and sugar into it. He walks over to me and hands it down to me and I start sipping.

“thank you, Master, for my coffee.”  While I’m drinking, He stands over me and starts playing with my balls with His bare feet, kicking them a bit, not too much, though, because He doesn’t want me to spit out the coffee all over the place. He goes to the stove and picks up a sauce pan and pours its contents into a bowl.

“Special baby food for a little boy who needs his nourishment,” He says. Put down your cup, boy, and take this bowl.” I do so. “it’s not too hot. It’s been sittingh ere for a while.” It’s that Pablum again, and I’m sure He’s doctored it up with something but I don’t know what and I’m not going to dare to ask. “Go on, pig, stick your face in the bowl and lap up your breakfast like a good slave. Finish it all, boy.” He turns His back to me and pours Himself more coffee and stands there leaning against the counter and watching me lap up the slave food. “Damn, I love watching you do things that ordinary men never have to do. One day I’m gonna film you doing this and post it on YouTube for your colleagues at work to view.”

I can’t tell whether He’d really do it. Would He really want my co-workers to know what I’ve become? Whatever He wants. I’m surrendering all pretexts of having any pride or dignity. I don’t care if the whole world laughs at me.

“Finished, boy?” He takes the bowl. “No, you’re not done, lazy boy.” He slaps me across the face and puts the bowl down on the floor. “This is what happens when you don’t clean your bowl. Bend down there and lick that fucking bowl clean, bitch.” While I’m doing that He takes a wooden spoon from the drawer and raps me on my ass a few times, and not lightly. Damn, it stings! I quickly lick the bowl clean. I sit up. “Hand me the bowl, slave.” I do so and He looks at it. “that’s a lot better. From now on that’s the way I want to see your bowl when you’re finished eating what I give you. Now crawl into the bathroom and get DOWN. I’ve got to clean you out because you’re getting fucked when we get to the ranch. Master Leroy is calling the whole crew together to watch Me fuck you when we get there.”

I crawl inside, get down and raise my ass. Master already has the enema bag filled up. He puts lube on the tip and inserts it pretty deeply into my rectum and undoes the clamp so the water fills me up. “Don’t move, boy, and don’t fucking lose a drop of that water or I’ll get the strap.” He looks at His watch and times me, I don’t know how long but it seems pretty long because I’m cramping up a bit. Finally, He says, “come on, alex, up on the bowl and shit everything out of you.”He helps me up and as soon as I’m over the bowl I lose control and everything flows out. H e keeps flushing. “One more time,”He says, and we have to go through the same thing all over again. This time the water coming out of me is pretty clear and He’s satisfied. While I’m voiding myself, He takes his cock and pisses on my tummy and cage just like Hhe did yesterday. Once  He’s done, He says, “In your mouth, pig!” and I quickly put my mouth over His cock and suck out what piss is remaining. it’s really acrid, being early in the morning.

He drops his drawers on the floor. “Shower, boy!” He gets the water the temperature He wants (feels a little cold for me; I prefer hotter, but He makes the decisions about this. “Clean me like I taught you yesterday, slave. Do a good job.”

Same as yesterday: I use my hands to bathe every inch of His body from His Neck to the bottoms of His feet. He gets out, and I quickly wash my self , concentrating on the cage H\he just pissed on again. When done, I turn off the water and step out. “I’d prefer to watch you drip dry, but we’re on a tight schedule. Dry yourself with my used towel, slave. Get most of the moisture off your body.” I obey. After I’m done He tells me to brush my teeth, and I do so. Then He takes the penis gag that He used on me yesterday and slides it into my mouth and straps it tightly behind my head.

“I don’t want to hear you talking, boy. I’ll do the talking while we ride to the farm. Go put on the shorts I left on the bed and put your socks and boots on—they’re at the front door. Then kneel at the door until I’m ready to leave. And don’t forget that I love you and I’m expecting you to make Me proud of you today.” As I’m putting on the boots, it really hits me that He’s bringing me to be naked in front of a group of complete strangers and then they’re gonna direct my slave labor on this place I’ve never seen before. Even my inner slave is trembling and not throbbing with excitement about this.

Before long, He comes out of the bed room and, goddamn, He looks so amazingly hot and beautiful and even has on a cowboy hat. He’s carrying a white cap and He puts it on my head. “Don’t want you with a sunburnt head or with sun poisoning today, slave. Come on, now. In the van. He takes the leash and wraps it around my neck and then pushes me out the door. And we’re off.

While riding to the ranch, He give me instructions. “I’ll lead you by the leash into the house. Once we get inside, fall to your hands and knees and crawl over to the Master who will be sitting there. Don’t look around. There will be a bunch of guys there and a Master Leroy’s slave. Get to the Master’s feet and get DOWN and stay there without moving until Master tells you to kneel up or stand up, whatever He wants. He’ll inspect you. His hands are rough from hard work and I don’t want to see you flinching or trying to get away. What He touches, you push into His hand. Once He’s done inspecting you, He will have you lay over something—I don’t know what—so that I can fuck you. I’ll be fucking you and He’ll be fucking His slave at the same time. We’ll draw it out as long as we can so that the guys on the crew can see you two slaves used and humbled. I suspect you’ll be taken off to work with my cum dripping out of your hole and down your legs. The two of you. You’re both pigs and work animals today. And I probably shouldn’t tell you this, alex, but I want you to know that cory has gotten itself into some very serious trouble and is in the process of getting punished severely, so it might be kind of subdued. It’s due for what Master Leroy called “the worst whipping of its life” soon. It won’t happen while we’re there. Master Leroy offered for it to happen while we watch, but I passed on that because it sounds like it’s going to be quite brutal and I don’t want you seeing something like that right now. But I do know that either after we leave today or some time tomorrow, cory is going to be strung between two trees and its Master is going to whip just about every inch of its body, front and back, and if you knew what it was that the slave had done, you’d understand why it has to be punished so severely. Leroy told me last night that the boy’s been locked up for three days with no food—just water and cock—and only gets to eat this morning because we’re going there. I wouldn’t be surprised if the crew doesn’t lash the slave or knock it around, which is good for you because it means they won’t be too tough on you.

“Also, bitch, every member of the crew has permission to use any slave on the ranch. They know they can’t fuck you, but I expect you’ll be sucking cocks for a good portion of the day when you’re not working. I don’t know what work you’ll be doing, and it doesn’t matter to me. Work well and as hard as you can. It foreman carries a whip and He won’t hesitate to use it if necessary, and the other guys on the crew have their cowboy belts if necessary. I don’t care what happens out there. I know Leroy won’t let things go too wild, but I expect you to obey every command, to service any man who wants it, to work as hard as you possibly can, and if anyone hits you or whips you or beats you, consider that it is coming from Me personally. Ah, we’ve arrived.”

He pulls into a large parking lot in front of what looks like a mansion. Several cars are parked there, and I can see a few men, big strong men, walking into the mansion. Master leans over and unlatches the gag. I work my mouth back into a normal state. Master hands me my sippy cup and tells me to drain it. Apple juice! Good!

Once I’ve finished my little boy’s treat, He gets out of the van and tells me to do the same. He comes around to me, opens my shorts and pulls them down so I’m naked except for the cap and the cage and the collar. He pulls them off my feet and throws them into the van and then picks up the leash and pulls me towards the house. I am fucking terrified!

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE 

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