The Alex Chronicles

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 He 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 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 He 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 sitting here 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. He 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 He 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 myself, concentrating on the cage 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 want to 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!