The Alex Chronicles

I wake up to pain: Master’s Fingers torturing my nipples and the first sound out of my throat is a painfulled yelp!

“Get my coffee, slave! Up, out of bed, before I get the strap.”

He pushes me out of bed and I fall on the floor.

“Good. You know your place. Crawl into the kitchen and make my coffee, alex.”

Still half-awake, I get on my hands and knees and make my way to the kitchen. I remember the things Master told me before I fell asleep. I feel fear until my inner slave tingles with the excitement of seeing Master’s dungeon for the first time. It’s a little difficult working the Keurig with bound hands, especially since it is out of water. I have to get up on tip-toes to bend over the sink and fill the reservoir with water and get it into place. Finally, the coffee brews. Now I have to manage to get the cream out of the fridge and my bound wrists pull my neck into the cold as well. Coffee made, I fix it the way He likes it and dare to walk back into the bedroom to offer it to Him. Whew! He isn’t angry that I am on my feet instead of on my knees. I walk to the side of the bed. He is sitting up, reclining against the pillows. The covers are thrown to the side and He is toying with His beautiful Cock, and I am excited to be able to serve it with my mouth and tongue, this Cock I have dreamed about for so many years.

He takes the coffee from me and looks down at His Cock and I kneel on the bed before Him and lower my face to His Crotch and begin to lick the head of His Cock.

“Wash my Balls first, boy,” He commands. “Get them good and wet, then move up and blow your Master.”

I gladly do what I am told, what I exist for: serving Him. This is the best time of the day for me. I find myself wondering what He is going to talk about to me, like He almost always does when His Cock is in my mouth. Sure enough, He begins:

“Do it like I taught you last time,” He says to me. “down as far as you can go, hold it there for a bit, then back off with a tight mouth. Each time you go down a little bit farther until finally you are able to take My entire long Cock in your faggot mouth.” I don’t say “Yes, Master,” because I am on my first time taking His Cock this morning and I’m at my gag spot. it’s so hard to hold it there, me only almost gagging to full gagging, but that is what Master wants, so that is the best thing for me to do in order to be happy. He holds his coffee cup in one hand, and the other hand toys with my nipples, from one to the other and back again. A sharp pain hits; my mouth automatically tightens.

“Your mouth is giving you away, faggot. It told me you are fighting the pain instead of embracing it like a good slave. Loosen up that mouth, boy. Stay loose when you’re given the gift of pain.” He’s finished His Coffee and now both Hands are working my nubs and it’s really starting to hurt. “Look into my eyes, alex,” He commands, and I do so. “Accept what I’m about to give you, He says,” and with that, the pinches get really bad and, even with His cock in my mouth, I manage to holler, “Yellow!” He quickly lets me go, but the pain doesn’t abate at all. They are very sore now.

“I was wondering how far you would go before using a safe word. You really do want to be My total slave.” I nod a little, but keep up the work I am doing on His Cock, and it is so succulent to me.  When my 12-year-old sees what I am doing, what will he think? Hmmmmm.  Master starts speaking again so I shut up my thinking and concentrate on His every word.

“alex, a slave’s nipples should at best be two single points of pain, always available to Master, so He can get to you without having to make big effort. a slave’s nipples tell the Master that He has the power because you have given it to Him. You are learning that now. Your nipples should always be somewhat sore, and that very thought itself is pleasurable to the slave within you. You will be my precious piggy for pain.” I’m now gagging for longer and longer periods of time, when Master pulls Himself back and withdraws from my mouth.

“Take a little rest. Lick my balls, bitch. I also want you to know that I am advancing a bit on the schedule, but I have decided when I saw you crawl into the kitchen, that it is time to begin your urinal training. You have never done it before?”

“not in this slave’s mouth yet, Master,” I tell him.

“Today you surrender to me. After you drink my cum, I am going to give you a mouthful of Piss. Do not swallow. Just try to make space for more of My Piss. You will hold it in your slave mouth until I release you and say, ‘Swallow it.’ Just one mouthful. Especially in the morning because morning piss is very strong and unpleasant. But that should help you realize what I think of you, how much I enjoy degrading you. Start sucking again, slave, this time hard and fast. Milk My Cock of My Cum so you can drink it for your breakfast. Go, boy. You total slut. you slave boy in love with its Master, you pig. Hurry, boy, it’s coming. Get it! Drink it down, boy!” And with that I am flooded with more than I ever had. And I looking His Eyes with love, and I swallow it as soon as it gets into my mouth.

“That’s it, slave. Drink from your Master’s Piss Slit. Now hold your mouth still. do not touch My Cock with your tongue. Stay still, pig. Don’t swallow this,” he says, as warm, acrid liquid fills my mouth and I wonder if I will ever get used to this or will it seem this awful and degrading every single time? “Okay, slave. That’s enough. Now swallow your Master’s piss, you fucking faggot!”

Fuck. Shit. OMG. I’m horrified, I’m thrilled. I’m disgusted, I’m without sense. I’m so fucking low, all because of the way Billy would look at me in high school. (Of course, what I didn’t know at the time is that Billy’s Dad had been teaching him how to be a Master since he was 18 years old.) But the taste in my mouth is so horrible, what can I do? I know! I’ll suck His Balls. And I dive down there and try to suck in something nice.

“That’s it, alex. Show me how much you worship Me. Show Me how far beneath Me you are. Service Me after I degraded you so much. And in case you’re wondering, faggot, it will always be degrading for you. Some fag slaves don’t think anything at all about it. Others are like you. And it’s a lot more fun having someone like you learning to be My Urinal. But enough of that. I want my shower. Let me watch you crawl back into the kitchen and sit in the corner and stay there until I come back.”

I am so humiliated I can’t even raise my eyes to Him. I get down off the bed and on my hands and knees and slowly start to crawl to the kitchen.

“You look so fucking hot like that, alex, you slave. Taking everything I want it to bear for me. Off you go, pup. Go sit in the corner. Open your legs. And then don’t move until I return. Then I’ll give you coffee.”

I’m relieved when He stops looking at me. That was too intense this early in the morning for me. I continue my crawl. I’m tempted to just stop and go sit in the corner, but that would be dishonest and I’d probably be found out and end up getting the strap again. No. I do just.what.He.told.me.to.do.

I go and sit in the corner. I open my legs. My hands are still chained up—which made it even more difficult to crawl, and my hands kept dragging my face and head all the way down too. Now I just sit there and try to catch my breath. I hear Him showering. I sit here and imagine what it must look like, to see Him taking a shower. I keep my eyes closed. I hear Him stop the water and then start to towel Himself dry. He does something in the bedroom. Maybe get dressed, even. I hear his coming in here carrying a long rope with a ball tied up at the end of it. He walks towards me, swinging the ball back and forth. Oh shit, I know what this does! TWACK! The ball hits right in the nuts. I cry out and bend at the waste. He yells at me, “what the FUCK did I tell you about not doubling over like that. Just take the pain. You bend over once more and I’ll get the strap!” He swings again. I brace my gut. “fucking relax, alex. Damn! Look at Me!” I look up into His Eyes and He swings the ball between my legs again. It digs right into the bottom of my gut and the pain is worse than before. I feel like I’m hanging onto His Eyes for all I’m worth, not just to fall into some terrible pit. A strange sound comes out of my mouth.

He goes and puts a pod in the Keurig. “I promised you coffee,” He tells me. The softness in his voice is like being embraced again, and I surrender. To all of it. “Thank You, Master. Thank You. for everything,” I say. “You’re a good boy,” he says, “now come up here and get your coffee. Then I’ll show you how to make oatmeal the way I like it.”