The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 6

1. The slave continues to learn more about its new life.

I Hear him showering and at first I wonder why He didn’t bring me in to join Him, but quickly dismiss that as willful thinking deserving of punishment. What He wants for me is for me to stay down here on the ground in the position He taught me: groveling but allowed to rest my head in my hands and I am grateful for that small kind permission He has given me. I keep telling myself what He told me: “Settle in, settle in.” my body is humbled to the ground but I still have bit of the rebel brat in me and I guess that has to be beaten out of me unless He approves of having to deal with a slave with attitude much like a young horse that needs to be broken. And so I settle as I hear Him singing in the shower, wishing that I had a chance to get clean as well because it’s been an active day and I had all that physical work to do. I’m afraid I might start smelling, but then remind myself  that I have no right to expect to be clean and fresh like a bride offering herself to her husband. He is not my husband; He is my Master. As I think back, I remember that He never really was one of my friends, that all of our encounters had a slightly hostile edge to them. He had a unique way of bullying me with words, words that told me in no uncertain terms that I was inferior to Him. When I was young, I mistakenly thought that meant that He didn’t like me; I never would have guessed what His true feelings were to me: that He desired me, not as a friend, but as an extension of His own ego and as someone who was meant to cry real tears for Him just for the sake of His own delight. I also remember how He told me that He preferred to watch other men beat me than to do it himself, and I remember the look on His face while He was watching His father spank the shit out of my ass and the tears, snot and sobs from my face while I suffered naked under His hands, stripped of any safe word or of any possible right to beg for mercy. It wasn’t until I started to panic that Billy gave the signal for the beating to cease, and His father (whom I’m now supposed to call Papa) let go of me and practically threw me down on the floor where I folded up like a fetus. I guess it isn’t really a strange thing that Billy kept talking of my being reborn into a new identity as I lay there sobbing, my flesh on fire and my heart yearning to run to Him and throw myself  into His arms in gratitude for what He was causing to happen to me.

Masochist. I thought I knew what that meant, but just what happened this afternoon made me realize that I haven’t even begun to understand what it is going to mean in my life. I tremble, but I am not afraid. This is Billy owning me, training me, taking me to himself the way He’s wanted to do before I had started to grow pubes—and now I look the same way because He commands me to be hairless like the little boy I used to be. I know that lots of guys like to keep themselves shaved, but this is different; it’s not just a question of being shaved; a Superior Man has stripped my hair from me as a way of humiliating me. And I must say that I feel it that way.

I hear Billy turn off the shower and I remind myself  not to anticipate anything or indulge in any expectations or wishes. For all I know, I might end up spending the rest of the night here.He brought me here to be trained, but I don’t get to write the syllabus; I don’t even get to peek at it. I breathe and remind myself  that I am His. That is all I need to focus on.

Suddenly, Ih ear Billy let loose with a powerful whistle, as if He is whistling for a dog. “Get yourself in here, boy!” I get the point. That’s how He’ll be calling me? I get myself  up off the floor and shake out my stiff joints as I walk into the bedroom. There He is, in all His naked splendor, lying on the bed and He smells so nice! here’s a nice surprise: He opens his arms and calls me to lie with Him and cuddle. Oh, how wonderful---He kisses me and it’s like a dream come true as I join my lips to His and open for His tongue and drink from His mouth. I wonder if I might dare tell him I love Him. But He beats me to it.

“I love you, alex,” He says. “I love that you are so needy. I love that you are able to surrender yourself to Me. I love the way you look, naked, hairless, kneeling, bowing. I love the look in your eyes when I allow you to look into Mine. I love that you get drunk on Me and that you get drunk on the pain I give you that you need so badly. I love you as My slave. I love that you accept My rule over you. I love that you are so happy I have finally taken you to be Mine. I love you as a Dom, as a Master, as a sadist. I love that you love Me with all your heart and soul. I love that you inspire Me to be everything that you need. I love that God created you with a submissive soul and has given you toMe.”

He buries His face in my neck and kisses me and sucks my skin. I know He is marking me and that makes me know He is proud of me. He moves His mouth and marks me again. I wonder if He is going to make a slave collar built out of hickeys and bruises. Sure enough, He keeps moving and keeps marking me. I eagerly offer Him my neck and that seems to encourage Him to continue His exploration and His claiming me as His own.

He stops and kisses me again on the lips. “Enough affection for now, pup. It’s time for you to get back to work showing me what you feel about me. Work on my asshole,” He says, and He rolls over and raises His ass in the air. He is so clean and smells so sweet and it is easy to serve him the way He has ordered. Rimming is not high on my list of preferred activities, but this is different. It’s about making love to Him however He wants it, and I chow down as eagerly on His asshole as I was on His feet and want to on His cock. He rolls back over. “Tease your Master’s cock, alex. Lick and nibble and stick your tongue into My slit but don’t suck Me yet. Lick and nibble, then down to my balls, then my inner thighs. Plant your kisses there alex. Mark Me down there with your mouth. Later, I’m going to mark you down there with My strap. Worship your Master. Show your Master that you are willing to submit to Him whipping you.”

I tremble as I do what He says. I begin to fear the lashes of His strap even while I am excited that He is going to do that to me. I feel like I want to beg Him to whip me harder than I’ve ever been whipped before.

“Master, please take over your slave’s flesh. Please, Master, teach me to accept your lashes more and more. Please, Master, break through my limits. Expand my capacity to take pain from you.”

“Oh you will, alex, and then I will kiss away your tears. But get up higher and lap up my pre-cum because you have me so turned on it is flowing all over the place. Lap it up, pup, and then your Master is going to work you over all parts of your body so you know how much I own you.” I leave His thighs and move up to lick up His juices that are really flowing copiously. I lick and suck and taste my Master’s bitter and salty excretions. “Good boy. That’s good food for you. It will make you strong so you can bear My strap and My crop.”

I clean him completely and He orders me to get up on the bed and lie on my back. “Spread out your arms and your legs, slave. Give them to me.” Using clips and chains, He fastens my wrists to the sides of the bed in a way that stretches my arms out, and then does the same to my leg manacles and I am spread wide and can hardly move at all. Then He blindfolds me. “I’ll start with the crop,” He says. “I am going to cover every inch of your body with its sting and get you nice and red. Feel free to say anything that comes to your mind in reaction to what I am doing to you. Do not hold back, slave. Do not hold back. You are Mine and you are going to feel that in a way you have never felt before. Don’t forget: deep breaths. Breathe in My pain and breathe out your freedom. You no longer have any freedom, slave.”

I Hear him move around the room and suddenly feel the crop bite into my left armpit. “It’s Yours, Master.” Then He hits my groin above the cage. Then my right nipple. “It’s yours, Master.” Then my left forearm then my right armpit, then back to my groin. I never know where He is going to hit next. Just little stings, almost like kisses to my body. I moan and try to writhe under the blows. He moves more and more quickly, the blows landing everywhere and anywhere, up and down my chest and tummy and legs and arms and Oh my God, I feel like my entire body is having a type of orgasm I have never had before. “thank you, Billy, thank you so much. Take me, baby. Take all of me.” Occasionally I cry out when the touch of the crop is more fierce than usual, but mostly it’s just erotic stings that have every inch of my body tingling. “All of me, Master, please keep hitting me. Please keep stinging me.”

I am covered with the sting of the crop, and wish I could see what my body looks like at this point. Master stops and then He begins to run His fingertips very lightly all over my body and I keep trying to rise up off the bed to meet His fingers. His touch is exquisite. “Thank you, Billy, for not forgetting me. Thank you, Billy, for claiming my life. Everything for you, my Master. All of me trembles under Your touch. I wish the whole world could see how much You own me, Master.”

Then He stops. I hearHim move over to the dresser and I can hear it when He takes the strap and swishes it through the air. “this strap is almost as thick as the one that Brother M used to use on us. Don’t forget your safe words, boy. Don’t be a hero, I just want to find out how much you can take.

I brace myself . Billy speaks gently: “don’t do that, boy. Relax your muscles. Let go. Deep breaths. I’ll start slow and build up. Let loose. Settle, alex, let Me take care of you.” He lays the strap on my flesh so I can feel its weight. He strikes me lightly at first, covering the entire area. Gradually He increases the intensity. I’ve never been struck there before and the pain of the bite startles me and I cry out. “That’s it, boy. Take it like the slave you want to be. Like the slave you need to be.” Two more lashes and I start to cry and try to say “Thank you, Master.”

“Five more, boy. Start counting down. He doesn’t hit any harder, but He hits where I am already sore so it bites more deeply into my pain nerves. I struggle to get out the word. FIVE. Again, and I start crying as I blurt out FOUR. my breath is hard and heavy now. Another lash.

”THREE yellow, Master, please, Yellow!”

Billy stops hitting me and rubs His hands on my flesh, pressing deeply. Despite the pain there is something quite pleasurable about His touch. “thank you, Master.”

“You’re going to be black and blue for days, like a naughty slave. I want my friends to see how much you can take.”  Let me beat you. Two more now. Get ready, okay?

“Yes, Master, please whip Your slave.

Two quick ones: TWO! ONE! Oh my God, please, Billy, please stop whipping me for now.

“Use your safe word, bitch!” He yells at me.

“RED, Master, RED!” I Hear him throw the strap to the floor and walk out of the room. I am left alone, bound and sobbing and my flesh is on fire and the pain is still embedding itself more and more deeply into my nerves.

He returns. “I want to fuck you, boy. Fuck your slave pussy.” He unbinds my legs and then, kneeling up on the bed, He raises them. I cry out because of the extra pain it causes my right leg. He raises them high and then holds them in one hand while the fingers of His other hand seek out my hole and invade it with lube.

“Fuck your boy, Billy. Please! Rape me because I’m yours!“

Suddenly I feel His cockhead enter me and slide all the way in with one slow motion, not stopping until He is balls deep within me and I mumble and holler and scream and cry, out of my mind. He starts fucking me fast and hard and I can hardly catch my breath. Never have I ever felt this invaded, and despite the ferocity of His assault on me, I am suddenly overcome by the pleasure I feel deep within, and the reality that I am indeed His slave and nothing more than a piece of meat for Him to abuse and enjoy sets in more deeply than ever before and, in the midst of my tears and sobbing, I call out. “thank you, Master, thank you for claiming Your slave. Thank you for taking over my life. thank you, Billy. I love You. I have always been in awe of You. Take me, Master. I am Yours.” He slows His strokes and suddenly bursts out, YOU ARE MINE, ALEX! and shoots into my body. I pass out.

2. even more humiliating

 

When I came to I looked up, frightened and confused and my body felt strange, and not in good ways. I went to scratch my head but realized that there was a chain around my neck like a dog chain and some it was hanging down with a loop in it and my wrist manacles were linked to the chain so I couldn’t move my hands very far. Suddenly it all came back to me! I realized that Master had removed the blindfold and moved my wrists to their new position, my body was sore in lots and lots of place and some places were a very sore, and My leg, OMG, My leg! I can tell I’d been really whipped hard with that strap, but at the same time, the area was covered with something a little cool. My feet were free to move, and with a grin I realized that I had been well fucked and I’m feeling the aftermath of that! So all in all, I was in pretty good shape. Then the things that Billy said to me and even some of the things I said to Him came back to mind, and I closed my eyes and let all those good emotional feelings well up again. I dozed off, I think.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up I noticed it was dark outside. my hands were still bound to my neck, the pain wasn’t as sharp, even on my leg where He used the strap on me. As far as My butt goes . . .  oh SHIT! I have to go to the bathroom! I started to get up and Billy came into the room carrying something grey. “I really need to go to the bathroom, Sir!” I cried.

“No you don’t. I’m putting a diaper on you and we’ll worry about the mess later. Can you stand up?”

“Yyyyyes, Sir” A diaper! I’m not into that shit . . . oh wait, damn, I’m His slave. He can do what He wants to me. A diaper?

“Well then stand up, alex, and spread your legs the way I want you to.”

I did my best, but my inner thigh really hurt bad and I started to whine.

“That’s far enough, boy. I can handle it from here.” And He deftly managed to put the diaper on me. It was obvious that He’s had experience with this. I wonder if I’ll ever get to know anything about what He’s been doing the last 10 years. Again it seems that He’s reading my mind. He says to me, once He’s got me settled back on the bed again, “My Dad is into diaper play bigtime with crick, so I’ve been around it and even put them on crick from time to time. He absolutely hated it when I got to do it, but that’s what Dad wanted so that’s what happened to the slave. I suspect that it was a punishment for something to have Me put the diaper on this guy almost twice my age. Is it something you’re into, alex?”

”I’m a little turned on about it right now, Sir, but this sub has never done it before and has never really thought about it much.”

“Honest answer. Good. It’s not on the top of my list, but the humiliation element is attractive. I told you that I’d never do to you anything that I haven’t experienced my self . Dad diapered me a couple times—in fact, when we were in high school it happened just because I’d been giving him a lot of attitude and he decided I needed to be brought down. Can you imagine how humiliating it would be to have your father strip you and see your junk and your new pubic hair, and do that to you?”

“Yes, I can, Sir, because I’m experiencing it now, and I really have to go.”

“Then let loose, slave. Let everything hang loose for me. I want to see what spills out of your pussy, slaveboy.”

That did it. It was more noisy than messy, and I don’t think it was more than the lube and His cum, but then He told me He was bringing me my supper and I should just stay there like a good boy. Well, I guess you can’t have diapering without a little bit of age regression thrown into the mix! I look, very embarrassed, and He’s smiling at me. “Kind of creepy! I’ll tell you what. Go into the bathroom and take that thing off and clean yourself up then come back and get on the bed.” He reaches back and lets my hands and arms loose, but with the clips still hanging.

“Yes, Sir.” here comes more creepiness and mess and embarrassment. I step into the bathtub in case there’s really a mess and figure out how to take it off. Then I just lower it to the bottom of the tub and force my self  to look at it. Not too bad. Lots of lube and juice and just a little bit of brown. I roll the thing up and stuff it into the trash barrel, reminding myself  that it has to be emptied. Then I reach in the closet for a hand towel and decide to use that to clean myself  off. I’ve had worse happen to me a couple times when I was sick. But it’s hard to do what I have to do since I’m still wounded and Master has wrapped up whatever He has put on my leg. I’m just finishing wiping my ass when He walks in (no privacy for a slave) and takes over, (which made the whole thing a lot more pleasant). Finally He’s satisfied that His slave is clean enough and tells me to get back on the bed. I discover that He’s placed a few pillows at the head of the bed so that I could at least sit up a little.

“that’s right. I want you to sit up because I’m going to feed you, boy.”

“Damn. Should I start calling you Daddy?” I laugh a little.

He guffaws. “Damn! yes!. I feel like your Daddy at times, boy. Add that to the list of other things I’ve told you. Call me Daddy any time you feel like it. Add it to the other names I said you could use.”

“Billy, Sir, Master, Daddy.” He slaps me lightly on the cheek.

“Before I forget: do you have any problem with Me giving you CBD?”

“I don’t see why. I don’t know much about it though.”

“It Helps with pain and nervousness. Actually, I put CBD oil on your thigh to help with the pain, along with a cold patch.”

“You’ve got a real drug store here, Billy!” giggles

“Anyone who does any heavy impact shit damn well better have lots of stuff to help with recovery. Oh, and just so you know: You’re usually not going to get it as hard as you’ve done between my father and my strap. That’s not the usual for me. Just for special moments. And training.”He gives me a sinister sneer that makes me laugh.

“Oh, so you think you’re funny, do you? I guess I’ll have to work on the other leg after supper.”

“Red, Daddy, Red!” I say.

“Damn. Nothing worse than a fussy brat sub!” I laugh as He goes off to do something else.  . . . . I begin to hear kitchen noises and Him humming.

After a few minutes, He comes back in with a big napkin and what looks like a cereal bowl on a plate. “This is special food for slaves. If you really piss me off, you’ll be eating nothing but this for days, alex. I’m warning you.”

“I’ll be good, Daddy. What’s in the special food, Daddy?”

“well, to be honest, it is BABY FOOD. Pablum. But made with Vanilla Ensure instead of milk for the sake of nourishment. And since you took my whipping so good, I also mixed in a good extra dose of CBD. You’ll end up real mellow tonight, boy.” He sits on the side of the bed. “Now open up!” He actually FEEDS me the food as if I were an ailing child. And guess what? It tastes pretty damn good!. And I really like Him feeding me, just like I like drinking from His mouth. Everything comes to this slave from its Master. This slave loves its Master.

As He’s feeding me He talks to me. “alex, I fucking love using that crop on you. That’s going to be a regular in my arsenal. The strap, not so much, mainly just for punishment when you need it. slaves always need to be punished, boy. slaves should always have welts. I also have a cane. Ever been caned before, boy?”

“Yes, Sir. Not a fan. Not because of the pain—and that’s pretty bad, too, depending on how it’s used—but because it’s usually over with pretty quickly, and it makes my ass so sore that it’s at least a week before anything else can happen back there.”

“Sounds like you got it from someone who was really into British Prep School type disciplinary canings. Swift hard strokes. Maybe even broke the skin.”

“Yes, Sir. Only happened once because I told the Sir that I wouldn’t want it any more. He said He understood.”

“It’s His loss that He couldn’t be more flexible. The one I have isn’t too long, and I can almost wield it like the crop. But you’ll get to taste it when the boys get here later in the week. That and the flogger and a leather belt and maybe even a single-tail whip. And if not now, it will all certainly be part of your life in the future. And sometimes publicly, too.”

“what?!!!!” “in a club I belong to. Not until you’re ready, alex, so don’t fret. Relax and trust me. I’m in charge here, not some idiot, you know.:”

“I know, Master. This slave is sorry for reacting so quickly without thinking.”

“You’ve got to work on that, or you’ll be bringing down a lot of suffering on your head, slave. And your ass. I’m not kidding.” (Very serious voice).

“I will, Master. I’m sorry again.”

“You’ll be punished after you finish your supper for your burst of un-doubt.”

“Yes, Master. this slave deserves it.”

“Okay, let’s finish up here. Two more mouthfuls.. Open up, boy.” He feeds them to me and then takes the napkin and wipes my lips and my face and once again my age regresses.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He leaves the room for the kitchen and when He comes back, He goes into The Closet and takes out what looks like a medium-sized felt bag. Then He grabs my feet and pulls me down the bed so He can chain them to the sides of the bed again, keeping me wide open. He jiggles the bag “Clothespins,” He says. “they will

help you learn to stop reacting without thinking.”

I look at him with wide eyes. Except on my nipples, I find them very painful and can’t usually handle them. I’ve even tried them on my self . Not fun. I’m in for it now.

 

Just then, my phone rings. Billy keeps taking clothespins out of the bad and laying them on the bed between my legs.