The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 5

Welcome to the cabin and more humiliation and punishment

1. 

He walks rapidly to the car and I do my best to keep Him in my sight as I hurry along. He helps me into the van, and while He does, He says to me, “Take off your jeans once you get in, boy.” This both turns me on and annoys me, but then I realize that the “free man” me would be annoyed, but the slave, “just surrender, bitch!” I guess it will take time for the slave to take me over completely. Patience! This is only our second day together, my second day a captive to this Man I have idolized since before I had grown pubic hair. Oh, funny I said that, considering I don’t have pubic hair now, either. Master took it all from me and told me I’d be bare as long as He owned me. Those words really tugged at my mind and heart!

He gets into the truck and closes the door, reaching out to grab my junk by the cage. “Just to remind you what you are, Alex.”

“Understand, Sir, This slave apologizes for harboring critical thoughts, Sir.”

“Apology isn’t necessary, especially since you are impressing me with your articulate way to label what goes on in your mind. And so, boy, what were those thoughts?”

“This boy reacted to the little joke when you told the waitress it was ‘autistic.’ Not that it humiliated the slave (because that was kind of cute), but that alex isn’t comfortable with joking about mentally disadvantaged people.”

“Well then, I’ll have to find a different name to call you that will be a way to tweak your nose. This is going to take some thought.”he winks at me. ******** (winks. Damn, those winks really get to me!)he continues: “alex, why don’t you be a good boy and take that shirt off as well?” (He commands me with such class sometimes!) I remove my shirt, so now, except for footgear, I am naked, sitting alongside someone who makes my heart thrump, listening to His golden voice. “I’m making up a little ceremony that we’re going to act out in about an hour when we get where we’re going. Right before the entrance to the property, you will get out of this van barefoot and take ten steps onto the property. Meanwhile, before you step out, I drive farther up ahead, and film you as you walk onto my property for the first time, naked, hairless, and penniless. And then you walk slowly up to me and kneel on the ground at my feet and kiss my boots. Then we’ll continue on our way to the cabin. “

Now I’m totally distracted from what I’d been upset about except to remember that He really listened to me and then made an immediate adjustment. But now I’m about to star in my first film as a naked slave. my brain keeps spinning, and a nice warm feeling settles down into my gut. Nothing has ever gotten to me so deeply before.

And it all happens, exactly the way He said it was going to happen. And when I bowed down in the rocky dirt to kiss His boots, without warning I started sobbing. “That’s it, alex, my good boy. Let it all out. Get empty for me, boy.” And once there isn’t anything more within me, He bends over and picks me up and gently cradles me in His arms, and He walks the length of the long driveway, struggles a bit to get His key into the door, then opens the door and carries me in like He’s carrying a bride over the threshold. And me? I am numb. These images are only coming in retrospect. All I truly remember is that I felt safe. And loved. And nothing without Him.

(Author’s Note: Now I know most people would think it isn’t healthy to think something like “I am nothing without him,” that it would indicate an unhealthy dependency in a relationship. And for the most part, I agree with them. But this is my story and these are my characters. And I can get away with having alex feel that way about Billy, because I know it is only the playpart of alex that feels this way, and also that it is everything that the boy has ever wanted, and it is a miracle that is happening in his life. So don’t worry about alex, Okay? He’ll be fine. He will thrive.)

So Billy carries alex in His arms into the cabin and heads right for the bathroom and lays him down in the tub. Then He takes out His cock and pisses all over the boy, from His cage up to his face, and He says to alex, “I mark you as mine.”

“I’ve always been Yours.”

alex: He doesn’t say anything about what I just said. Instead, He continues to train me. “I just pissed all over your face and you opened you mouth to speak. So you have My piss on your lips. So open your mouth and lick your lips. Get all the taste of My piss in your faggot mouth. And from here on is, do not speak unless given permission. You’ll be punished if you do.” Wow! Look what I am. He has all the power. And I am someone who will be punished if he doesn’t behave. Like a naughty little boy again.

Billy turns on the shower’s ice cold water and washes the piss off His hollering and spitting slaveboy until the boy loses his mind and begins laughing hysterically. Billy, too, chuckles as He turns off the water, wraps alex in a towel, and bends down himself to dry His lower legs and feet.

“Okay, slave boy, dreamy time is over. You’ve got yourself a van to unload and when that’s done I’ll have stuff for you to do in here with me. Get to work, brat!

“Yes, Master.” I really feel a little drugged and flashes of both hot and cold are shivering themselves in my body, and I’m so aware of being naked in front of Billy and doing work He’s making me do. And doing what He’s making me do gives me more abiding pleasure than anything I have ever had with another person in my life.

The van was tightly packed, but most of the things were foodstuffs needed to stock the kitchen, fridge and freezer. When I was putting the frozen steaks into the freezer, Billy thought He’d be cute and put a piece of meat up against my back. I squealed out the word RED!!!! and that was the end of that game, fortunately. First time I ever used my safe word and it was because of a hunk of pot roast! That wasn’t exactly what I had pictured when we first spoke about safe words. But, damn, they make sense if I can get him to stop dressing me up in frozen meats and vegetables.

I’m putting things away, lost in my own little world, while Billy goes into another room and comes out with things to lay on the kitchen table. “Come here, boy. Stop what you’re doing and sit up here on the table.” He puts a towel under my butt. He picks up a chain that looks like a dog’s leash, wraps it around my neck and puts a lock on it. “That will do until I collar you when the guys are here,” He says, then takes a well-made set of leather manacles (with soft insides) and puts them around one wrist, then the other, and one ankle, and the other. “Now get back to work.” He helps me off the table and I finish putting food away. There are a couple boxes of linens. He looks into the one that has sheets and pillow cases. “These are for our bed. The other two sets are for the guest room. Make our bed now and put the things in the other rooms. You can make those later.”

While I’m doing that, He comes into the room and opens His closet and there are several different spanking implements hanging there inside the door. I get a jolt when I see them, especially when I see Him take out a riding crop and a thick leather strap with a wooden handle and lay them on top of the dresser. “Pay attention to what you’re supposed to be doing, slave, or you’ll be tasting these things a lot sooner than I had planned.” I got back to work, and begin worrying that maybe He thinks I can take a lot more pain that I really can and what did I get myself  into and . . . he speaks. “Never forget that I know how much of a sissy you are even though you’ve been slutting around for a couple of years with make-believe Doms and bullies. I am going to train you, starting from where you are. A little sissy who has to be taught how to take a real man’s pain. ” He pats my head, which I am beginning to interpret as meaning, “Calm down, boy.”

Bit by bit everything is unpacked, boxes are stored in the attic, I unpack Billy’s suitcase and He tells me to take out my toiletries and put my backpack in the corner of The Closet! He goes to sit on the couch and turns on the television and starts a movie, nothing I’m familiar with. “alex, get some cushions and lay them down here along the couch so you don’t have to kneel right on the floor. Then take off my boots and socks and service my feet like the toe-sucking faggot slave you are. You know, boy!  I probably knew you were a faggot before you did. I probably should have gotten you to give me back rubs in at least fifth grade. Tell me, when was the first time you ever touched another boy’s dick?”

“11 years old, in summer camp. Started giving hand jobs to some of the older boys.”

“Hot, Alex! Already knew you were meant to make other guys’ dicks feel good.”

“that’s interesting, Billy. Truth is I had no desire at all for anyone to do that back to me.”

“Did you jerk off a lot?”

“Not when I was that young. Probably about late 12 or 13.”

“And what did you think about? Do you remember?”

“Mostly about guys from the camp stripping me and making me go naked. A little bit of spanking, I think.”

“I wish I could have gone to your camp back then, but you were in the camp for guys whose parents weren’t that well off. If I was there, you would have been doing a lot more for me than just giving me a hand job. I’d get you alone in the woods somewhere and teach you how to suck my dick.”

I play with the fantasy. “Would you go and tell everybody else so guys would always be sticking their dicks at me?”

“No, I think I’d keep it all to myself . Keep you all to myself . People would just think we were best buds, not Master and slave. We would have kept it secret.”

“Fun to fantasize, but you’ve already told me that we really weren’t ready for that to happen.”

“True, but it’s fun to make up stories about your days as a summer camp slave boy.” He reaches over and pats my head. I smile, still remembering how much He always liked to tease me, and how I would pretend to get upset, but deep down inside I loved the way He had of paying attention to me. I mean, He didn’t talk like that to anyone else—just to me.

“If I was the summer camp slave boy, where would I sleep or who would I sleep with?”

“You’d sleep with me, of course. Everyone would know you belonged to me but I liked it that other guys would use you too.”

“But most guys would probably only want hand jobs.”

“True, except for a couple counselors, but we’ll continue that story some other time. Your hands feel good on my feet but it’s time to use your tongue and mouth, slave. Be here and now, not back then. Come on, get them wet with your mouth. Crawl over and get some water if you need it.” I do need it, and crawl into the kitchen for bottles of water and crawl back. “Hard to crawl on these hard floors, Sir.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, and always make sure to let me know if something is not good for you.”

“Thank You, Sir, for reminding me.”

“My Dad makes crick beg permission to speak but I don’t want to do that. I don’t have a problem with informality, not with you, not when I already own you full time and we’re not just within a scene.”

And those last few words tickle that warm feeling deep within my submissive gut. I snoggle His right foot, enjoying it the way a dog would enjoy His bone. He takes His left foot and pokes me lightly in the balls with it. Quickly I turn on my back and spread my legs while I lick the bottom of His foot.

“How old were you when you realized you had a foot fetish? He asks.

“Don’t have a foot fetish, Sir. I have a Billy fetish.”

Billy chuckles. “So you’ll slobber over every single inch of my body?”

“Whatever You command, Master.”

“Okay, but no more talk get your mouth and tongue on my feet the way I like.”

I lose myself and block everything else out of my mind except for Master’s feet and Master’s voice. “what a beautiful sight you make, alex, humbled to the ground like that and sucking my feet. True slave work, and it means even more to me since I know that you are not simply entertaining a foot fetish but that you are acting in obedience to your Master’s wishes. If you did nothing other than suck my feet for the entire time we are up here, you would have served well. But alas, there is so much to teach you. When it comes to ordinary sexual activities, it appears that you have been well trained over the years, and from what Michael and Robert told me, you are an excellent cocksucker and are able to quickly adapt yourself to each Master’s preferences, since we all have ways we like to have our cocks worshipped and serviced. But there are so many, many other matters where you are either completely untrained or woefully ignorant. You were never taught how to pose. You were never taught how to move, how to walk or reach for things or offer things to your Masters. But your mind is in the right place and I expect you to be much better trained when we finish with you this week. alex, don’t flag in zeal while you lick between my toes. Get it right in there and clean them as if they are covered with the most delicious ointment you have ever tasted. Yes, boy, that’s better. I know you will get tired, but---now listen carefully—you do not have the right to act tired or bored or wishing you could be doing something else. Lose yourself in whatever you have been commanded to do. Continue licking and sucking my feet, slave, until I decide you have humbled yourself enough. And, by the way, you will provide the same service for Michael and Robert when they are here. I’m telling you that now so you can think it over and prepare yourself to serve them as if you were serving Me. There are many things they will not be doing with you. Things which I reserve to Myself  alone. But you will suck their feet like a hungry foot pig, and I will make sure they know that it is not necessarily your favorite thing to do, but that you are doing it simply because I want to have my slave be that low.”

His voice is hypnotic, and already I am thinking about how much I want to show Master what a desperate submissive faggot I am by devoting myself  to the six feet which will be here in this place.

“alex, go and bring me a beer. I go to push myself up off the floor. Billy raises His voice. “No, No, No! That is not the way you leave a Master’s body when you are servicing Him. Give a gentle kiss to each foot and then bow your head all the way to the ground and then slowly raise first your head, press on the ground with your hands KEEPING YOUR ELBOWS STRAIGHT as soon as possible. Maintain that pose for several seconds then once again bow your head to your Superior. Then straighten your back and put your hands behind your head as soon as you can without losing your balance. . . . There, that is good. Now kneel all the way up and bow your head once again . . . and as gracefully as you can possibly do it, stand all the way up. . . . . oh, dear, a little clumsy but you will improve with the proper discipline. Finally, bow to the Master at the waist, not moving your hands from behind yourh ead. Then, with your back straight and your head level, walk to where you need to go. . . . there, that isn’t bad at all . . . .Hefollows me but as soon as I get to the fridge and am about to open it He tells me to stop moving. Practice makes perfect, slave alex. It is time to do it all once again. Go into the bedroom and get my riding crop and then come back to the couch and get back down on my feet again.”

Resentment hit me like a brick and as I walked into the bedroom to get the crop I had to have a hard talk with my self . “Slave. Slave. Slave. I am being trained. Training isn’t always fun. I am a slave. Billy is my Master. Surrender, alex, surrender. You love Him.” I breathed deeply and kept my eyes lowered as I walked back into the room, knelt before him and handed him the crop. Immediately I forced myself  down and started salivating over His feet once again.

“Sometimes slaves feel resentment,” He says to me, once again making me think He can read my mind, but that doesn’t matter. “Obey anyway. You are My slave, alex.” He gives me a sharp rap on the back of my neck and I yelp but quickly start licking His feet again. He toys with my back with the crop—nothing painful, just reminders that if He wants to He CAN beat me with that crop.

“Okay, boy, show me what you’ve learned.”

Once again we go through the whole ritual, this time punctuated with light blows from the crop. He is especially interested in me keeping my legs separated as much as possible so He has unobstructed access to my balls, which get frequent rapid taps along with shots to my inner thighs to make sure I understand how He wants me to keep things exposed to His glance. This time I actually get to the point where I can retrieve the can of beer. Hhe teaches me how to hold it and then I follow Him back to the couch and He has me kneel between His legs, facing Him. Again, the crop “helps” me kneel there with my legs spread enough to satisfy Him.

2. Drinking

 

I kneel, facing Him with my eyes lowered. He starts drinking His beer while caressing my head and my face with one hand. He sticks His thumb into my mouth and without being ordered to do so, I automatically starts sucking it and toying with it with my thumb. Everything He puts into my mouth is treated as a cock that I’m meant to service.

He speaks softly to me. “You are a good boy and I am pleased with you as you descend more deeply into your identity as My obedient faggot slave—where you know you need to be.” He takes His thumb out of my mouth. “I want you to drink from My mouth. Head up, slave.” I raise My Head. “Open your mouth, bitch.” He takes a mouthful of beer and bends down to my mouth and lets the beer flow from His mouth into mine and I swallow what He gives me. It tastes so good. It feels so honest, so slavish, so humiliating and yet, at the same time, I am moved by the way He is taking care of His boy. He sets up a rhythm. He swallows one mouthful and then takes another to dribble into my open mouth. I have an image in my mind of a baby bird with its beak wide open, waiting to receive nourishment from its mother. And Here I am, open mouthed, waiting for what Master wants to pour into my mouth from His own.

“Take this empty can and throw it away. Bring me another, slave. No need to put hands behind the head, but show Me you’ve learned your lesson how to leave My presence and go do what I want you to do. Move gracefully, slave boy. Try your best and I’ll be pleased with you.”

I bow to Him and take the can He hands me and do my best to stand without losing my balance. This is so difficult! I get frustrated and tears form in my eyes. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Self-pity is a luxury a true slave knows it cannot indulge in” He raises the crop and strikes me on my left nipple and I cry out from the pain and automatically back away, then I remember myself  and stand up straight again. “There. Now you have a reason for tears, baby boy.” He scratches my nipple with the crop and I fight the tendency to back away. “Who does this nipple belong to, alex?”

“It belongs to You, Master.”

“Then offer it to Me. Stick it out for me.” I do my best. He strikes me again and I cry out. “I’m going to hit that nipple 5 more times. I want you to count down from 5 and say thank you after each lash I give you. Do your best to stay still until all 5 are done.”

One hit. “Five. Ththththank You, Master.” Again. “FFFour. thank you, Master.” Again This time I speak through my outcry. “Three. thank You, Master.”  Again. This time my voice breaks as I cry the words “Two. thank You Master.” the last is the hardest and I scream out. “ONE!!!! Thank you, Master.” He immediately take me into His arms and rubs my back. “Cry out the pain, boy. Don’t be a hero. I know what a weak baby you are, it’s okay.”

Finally my cries subside. my nipple feels like it’s on fire. I mutter in a shaking voice. “The nipple belongs to you, Master. On fire for you, Master.”

“Good boy. Now go get us that beer. I’m thirsty.” I take my leave and walk back to the kitchen on somewhat shaky legs. This is wilder than anything I ever imagined before, and I suddenly realize that the pain in my nipple is dissolving into a pleasurable feeling. I’m truly becoming Billy’s whipped slaveboy. I was punished for backing away when Master wanted to beat me. That warm place inside is trembling.

 I return with the new beer and kneel before Master again. He takes it from me, pops it open, and starts to drink. “Open mouth, slave.” He gives me more to drink. “This is good for a slave like you, drinking from your Master’s mouth.” He dribbles more beer down my throat and then kisses my teary eyes and licks what has flowed down my cheeks.

“Okay, alex. You need a rest. Back up for me until I tell you to stop.” I do so while on my knees and stop when He says to. “DOWN!” I drop myself down to the ground, “Put your hands underneath your head and rest it on them.” This is a relief! “Okay, slave. Rest there while I enjoy seeing you groveling before Me. Spread those legs a bit more, slave. I want to see your balls hanging down.” I do my best.

He stands up and chugs down the rest of the beer, saving one mouthful. He leans over me and spits the beer on my back and Head and I feel it dripping down my back and falling on to the floor. He walks behind me and strikes my balls with His crop. I grunt. “Ass up higher, slave.” I adjust my position and He rains down several blows of the crop right onto my asshole. “I own that too, slave, don’t I?”

“Yes, Master, it belongs to you.”

He goes into the kitchen and throws the empty can away. He runs the water and comes back with a warm wet cloth. “Kneel up and wash the beer off the floor with this cloth. Then get back into position again.” I wipe up what has dripped from my body after He spit at me. “Okay, alex. Back down into position again.”

I humble myself before Him again and remain there. “Become aware of how much your body is Myy possession. Become aware that you are groveling there in a way that no free man would ever be. Become even more aware that you are the slave I wanted you to be when you were 13 years old sucking cock in that summer camp. I fucking own you, body and mind, alex. You no longer have the right to determine what position your body can move to. Stay there, bitch. Know what you are.”

He walks out of the room, humming to himself. I stay where I am, motionless, humbled, settling into my identity as a plaything for my Master, feeling devotion and love to this man who is teaching me so many important things.  my nipple is throbbing and I even feel grateful for that. my little dick is pressing against its cage and I am so aware that there is no way I could possibly masturbate myself , but I remember how often I would jerk off wishing that Billy would rule over me. Now it is happening, but my cock is denied the right to have pleasure. And yet, my mind and my soul are experiencing the ecstasy that only a conquered slave can taste.