The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 7.

A short but painful Chapter. Alex learns a hard lesson.

Billy answers the phone, “Oh,hello, Phil. Yes,he’s free now, so to speak. I’ll put you on speaker.”

He turns to me and explains, “Phil called earlier while you were napping and I asked him to call back later. Here he is now on speaker.” And by this He is letting me know that I will not be allowed any privacy.

“Hey, Phil,” I say cheerfully. “Checking to see if I’m still alive?”

“Well, it wouldn’t matter if you weren’t. I have no idea where you are anyway so I wouldn’t be able to send a hearse to pick you up.”

“Very funny, dude.”

“So how is it going?”

“Wonderfully. I’m getting everything I need, with some extras thrown in as well.”

“Hope He’s fucking you good, brat!”

“As a matter of fact . . . “ As I’m saying this, Billy picks up the bag of clothespinshe has and sits between my legs and starts to toy with my balls and pull on them. “Oof! Yes, Sir, they’re yours.”

“What’s happening?”

“Master is toying with this slave’s balls. It’s really beautiful up here, Phil. And the cabin is amazing. Part residence, part dungeon, if you know what I mean.”

“Since I’m on speaker, I assume that He’s listening in.”

“Yes He is. Apparently, slaves have no right to privacy. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t have anything to hide from Hm. He’s treating me . . . um . . . the way I need to be treated. Let me leave it at that.”

Billy begins to put clothespins on my scrotum while winking at me.

“He’s about to be punished for jumping to conclusions,” Billy says to Phil.

“Oh, is this a bad time?”

“It’s fine, Phil. So far so good. But things are about to get heated pretty quickly.” I grunt a bit.

“Well them maybe I should leave you alone. I told you you’d get in trouble if you didn’t get any control over your reactions to things, baby.”

“That’s exactly what happened. But I’m sure I’m going to be taught to stop doing that.”

“Good for you. And good for you, Billy, Sir.”

The pain is starting to increase. It feels like He’s completely covered me with the pins.

“I guess it’s good for me, Phil.” I begin to have trouble getting words out easily. “Anyway, thanks for calling and we’ll talk soon, okay?” I start moaning as the pain increases.

“Okay. I’ll let the guys know that you are being well . . um . . . taken care of. Just the way you need to be.”

“You’ve got that right, dude.” OUCH!

Phil giggles. “Hope you learn your lesson, boy. Talk soon, okay.”

“yyyyes.” Fortunately Phil hangs up.

Billy looks at me and says, “It’s too bad  he hung up. Things are going to get interesting very soon, boy. You’re gonna learn to stop thinking too much, especially when things happen that you don’t think you like.”

“You mean like . . RIGHT NOW!!!!!!”

“deep breaths, boy. Let go. You’re not used to wearing these things are you?”

“nnn, MMMMaster!”

Billy finishes up, I guess. He goes and sits in the chair on the other side of the room and just watches me. I feel as if someone is down there with a knife cutting up my sack and my balls. Goddam! this hurts.

Billy speaks up. “Your body and your life belong to Me, slave. You must learn to submit and to surrender to whatever I decide will happen to you. And above all, you must learn to trust your Master to learn what makes you tick and to make good decisions about you in all situations. You do nothave the right to react and cause outbursts. You have to learn this now, boy, because when Michael and Robert get here I expect you to be totally compliant and submissive and not act as if you are a free agent with the right to judge how things are going to go. Everything is out of your control, alex. I am your control. I know how to train a resistant slave until there is no resistance at all, only surrender. It’s a hard lesson to learn, and I want you to understand how much it displeases Me when you act as if you still have some freedom.”

I try to answer him, but I’m inhaling through my clenched teeth as I close My eyes and just concentrate on bearing this pain which is worse than even having Ben Gay put on my balls. Damn this hurts. It bites so badly. Tears are coming to my eyes and I try to writhe a bit, as if that would make things any easier.

Meanwhile, Master gets up and goes to pick up the crop. He comes over to me and just lightly taps the clothespins back and forth, and I start to scream and cry out.

“I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, Master. Please, oh please . . . . “ and I start sobbing. Damn, I’m such a wimp! I’ve seen subs taking this kind of punishment before without even blinking an eye. But I can’t handle it.” YELLOW, Master, please . . . “

“Too late, slave. The pain is going to increase when I start taking them off you. Do you think you are learning your lesson, boy?”

“Oh yes, Master, yes, Daddy, Daddy, please …………..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

He reaches down and slowly takes them off, one at a time. Each removal causes me to cry out again and copious tears are falling down my face.

“there is nothing more beautiful than the tear-stained face of a wretched sub learning its place in the scheme of things,” He says to me and then makes a pouty face. “Hurt you, little boy? You deserve this. And the next time you act out the way you did before, I’ll take off your cage and cover your cock as well as your balls, now that I know how much pain it causes you.” He continues to take them off. I am out of my mind again as the understanding hits me that I will never ever be able to escape His discipline, that He will always have the power to use pain to teach me whatever He wants me to learn, however He wants me to learn it, and most of those lessons will be painful and will leave me crying and sobbing like the helpless little boi that I am.

I am powerless and damn, there is so much pain I can hardly manage to hold it together. No, I can’t hold it together. I am dissolving! And with that, I simply break down completely and sob and scream and cry out, “I’m sorry, Master, I’ll be a good slave. Please, Master.help me, Master.”

“There is very little I can do at this point,” He tells me. “if I touch you, you’ll scream even more. Just ride out the pain and understand that I am not shy about punishing you like the wretched bitch slut you are. Your most private parts are not private to Me, but are available so that I can punish you effectively.”

He picks up the crop and hits my balls again, and again and again, and I cry out RED!!!!!! He drops the crop and leaves the room. I hate it so much when He does that, when He leaves me alone to just wallow in the pain of this punishment. It all hurts so much! I might be a masochist, but training is something very unpleasant and I will do anything to avoid being punished by my Master. In the midst of my tears and my suffering, I give myself  a really good lecture: “Look at what it costs you when you decide to react as if you’re a free agent. What a fucking slave you are, alex! This is fucking real, dude. No games here.”

Slowly I calm down. Now I have the hiccups. Like a toddler I am.

Master comes back into the room and unbinds my legs, then takes the clips off my wrists so my arms are free. “don’t you fucking DARE touch yourself down there, or I’ll put the pins back on you, brat! Now get your ass off that bed and go cook my supper. I’ll have a cheese omelet and four strips of crispy bacon. Put an apron on so you don’t get burnt by the bacon. No GO, slave! Get your fucking ass to work!” He take off His belt and waves it as me. I hurry out of the bedroom, still hiccuppy and sobby, and like a miserable slave, make my way to the kitchen to cook Master’s supper. Everything still hurts so much but I know better than to try to soothe myself . Not while He’s sitting on the couch watching the television with that fucking belt on His lap! At least it wasn’t the strap. Story of my life, I guess.

I really wish I could jerk off. Despite my tears as a result of humiliating punishment, which the slave in me admits was deserved, my inner slave was overwhelmed with the feeling that I am truly being trained and put under strict control—which is just what I have always wanted. Now that it’s happening, someone might suppose that I would want to back away now that I realize what it’s like, but that isn’t what’s going on in me. Am I submitting just because it is Billy who is dominating me? I can’t say, and besides, that doesn’t matter. Billy has claimed me and that means that I don’t have to even think about trying to find someone else. What would I do if He decided to cut me free? I don’t know and it isn’t worth the mental energy even think about it.

Now I have another difficult situation to cope with and my anxiety level is rising. I don’t know how to cook much, and I am afraid that Billy will be disappointed with what I’m able to come up with.

He comes into the kitchen, comes up behind me, and puts His arm around me. He kisses me on the neck and sucks it a bit to leave yet another mark. I settle back against Him. Once He finishes with my neck He says to me, “What’s the matter, baby boy? A good slave gets joy from obeying its Master, but you look very distressed.”

I almost start to cry again because my emotions are on the surface after what’s happened. I remember that Billy wants transparency, so I speak the truth: “Master, I’m not much of a cook and I’m afraid that what I produce will disappoint you.”

“Good boy for telling me. Don’t worry. I will teach you how to cook, starting now.” And with that, He patiently instructs me, step by step, what to do and how to do it. He offers lots of encouragement and praise and He is correct: I draw great pleasure from doing exactly what He tells me, step by step, each little obedience increasing my happiness and steps up my love for Him. It doesn’t take long before the meal is complete and Master tells me what a good job I did. I plate the food and put it on the table for Him, and the pour Him a glass of milk as requested. “You should be very proud of what you accomplished, alex. You are going to do fine in the kitchen, and I like the fact that I am able to turn you into exactly the kind of cook I want. It’s so much easier to train a slave when you can start from scratch with it, so this will be fun for Me.”

“thank You, Master. This slave is happy it will give You an occasion to have some fun.”

“Good boy. Now take off your apron and crawl under the table so you can show My feet how much you want to become my good slave while I’m having My dinner.”

Just a tiny bit of resentment which I quickly push away and remember what He told me before: A good slave gets joy from obeying its Master.” I make a resolution that I will use those words as a mantra. And it is true: the moment I crawl under the table and touch His foot with my hand, waves of pleasure flow through me, and as I start to nibble and suck on His toes I can feel my cock pressing against its cage. Wow! What a surprise: being His foot slave is turning me on. And I go at it with love and devotion, sucking, nibbling, massaging, licking, doing all the things that He’s been teaching me to do, things that solidify the reality that I am His slave and know my place. While I suck on His left foot, He takes the other one and toys with  my nipple. I reach a wonderful depth of sub space: nothing else exists in the world except for His feet and I am doing exactly what it is that I need to be doing: obeying my Master in all things.

Supper finished, He backs up His chair and stands up. “Get up and clean the kitchen. Make sure it’s potless or you’ll feel My strap. And when you’re finished, come inside and get back down there on My feet where you belong, slave, until I decide something else for you to do for Me.”

I go about my chores. This is really something significant: before, in my sad freedom, I would have just left everything the way it is and worry about it in the morning. Now, as a slave, I catch myself focusing every ounce of my concentration on doing what needs to be done to clean things up and make this kitchen sparkle. This is vitally importantto me, and not just so that I can escape a lashing with His strap. That doesn’t matter. Damn! I WANT to make things perfect in this room. Pans scraped and washed, dishes cleaned and put away, wiping up all the grease from the stove top, washing the table, all these domestic chores that I’ve always chosen to slack off on. Not now. I’m not in my apartment; I’m a slave and want to please my Master more than anything else.

All this done, I wash and dry my hands and go into the living room where I see Billy sitting on the couch in His briefs watching a movie. Damn, He’s so beautiful, and He is mine to serve and love. He looks up at me and smiles. “I’m not going to get up and check your work. I’m trusting you to do a good job, slaveboy. Now stand before Me and put your hands behind your back.” He takes a couple clips and binds my wrists then spins me around. “down, boy. You know what to do.” As gracefully as I possibly can, I first kneel on the floor and then bend down. He puts out a hand to Help me. “Get to work, pig,” He says. It is a little difficult at first with my hands behind my back, and I actually end up falling onto His foot while He chuckles at me. I open my mouth and He sticks all of His toes in there and presses further and further into my throat. I find myself salivating again, and My cock straining against its cage again. Back into sub space: lick, suck, nibble, do everything I can to make Master feel good.

He speaks to me: “I don’t know what I like more, alex: how good you make my feet feel, or how good I feel knowing that the brat I knew back in high school is now serving me like a pig slave just because I told it to. I looked forward to this day, alex, to the day when I’d see you down in the place where you belong. Things are set right now: I’ve pushed you down and you eagerly let Me. Damn, I wish the other guys in our class could see you now, sucking toes and licking up the jam between them. You’re such a lowlife faggot, alex. I should film it and send it to alumni of the Grammar School. They’d probably get a good chuckle out of it. Maybe I’ll film you doing this and post it to YouTube. But enough of this now, boy. Get yourself up here and suck this cock that you’ve been lusting after for the past few hours.”