The Alex Chronicles

Master pulls into a parking lot, stops the car, and tells me to put His cock away. He didn’t cum. He tells me, “I’ll cum in the shop when you blow the both of us like the slut slave you are.”

“Yes, Master. This slave is sorry if it disappointed You by not getting You to cum.”

“No harm done, boy, and it wasn’t your fault. In fact, I’m glad, because now I’m dreaming up a real hot scene in the shop.” He chuckles ominously.

We walk up to what just looks like an ordinary house and Master knocks on the door. A man comes and looks through the window and then opens the door and greets Master as he lets Him in, me following as usual. “Billy, how nice to see you. Your Dad told me that you’ve taken a slave so I’ve been wondering if I’d ever get to view it.”

“Well here it is, Spike.” Master doesn’t even turn to me, He just gives a command “Strip and get DOWN, slave.” Spike tells Master He is impressed with how immediately the slave began to obey. No hesitation. No sluggishness. He walks over to take a closer look at me.”

“I can see that it’s had a good thrashing not too long ago.”

“Last night, to be specific. Flogger. Everywhere. Slave, raise that ass higher!”

I adjust myself and feel fingers running over my ass and hole and then down to my balls.

“Nicely done, Billy. And no bleeding. How long do you think the marks will last?” he asks Master.

“Not really sure. This was the most severe whipping I’ve given it so far. In fact, I only stopped when it passed out. Interestingly enough, it does have safe words, but never used them. So passing out is a natural safe word for this boy. Unless it toughens up.”

“My experience, Billy, is that it doesn’t happen. I’ve worked on subs and slaves who would pass out. Nothing ever changed over time.”

“Good to hear, Spike. So tell me, what new creations have you come up with?”

“A number of things. Everything is displayed in the next room if you’d like to peruse things. And do you have anything specific in mind, Billy?”

“A humbler, definitely. But let me look around. I always get ideas when I’m here, my friend.”

He walks into the other room and Spike follows. They leave me where I am, groveling on the floor with my whipped ass in the air. I’m not complaining! Just telling you how much I’m being treated like just a piece of property. After several minutes, I hear Master whistle for me. Quickly I get up and go to the other room.

“Stay standing, arms behind back.” I get into position. Spike walks all around me, touching here and there as He wishes. Yes, indeed, I AM a piece of property. And just as I’m thinking that, I hear Spike say to Master,”

“A splendid piece of property you’ve acquired, Billy. My congratulations.”

“Thanks, buddy. I’ve wanted this one ever since high school. Finally decided it was ready for some serious training and discipline. I’m very pleased. We’re doing well.”

“You mean you and the slave?”

“Yes. Both of us.”

Spike chuckles. “A lot of Masters never refer to the relationship collectively, using “we” and “us”

“Hmmmm.  Will have to give it some thought.”

“It’s not really a big thing, Billy. I imagine you picked up your way of speaking from your Father.”

“Undoubtedly, even in some ways I’m probably not aware.”

“He’s a very wise man, Billy, and I suspect you are taking after him in that sense.”

“Wow. thank you so much for saying that, Spike. Yeah, I’m working hard on this situation. I want it to be right for both umm…Master and slave.”

Spike chuckles again and pats Billy on the back. So would you like to begin with the humbler, or have you seen something else that you’re interested in?

“No, that’s fine. Let’s start with the humbler. Wooden, please.”

Spike goes and brings Billy a possible piece He’d like. Billy says, “Down! Ass up!” and I respond.

Spike walks behind me and grabs my balls and pulls on them slightly. “They’re a good distance away from the cage. This will work fine,” He snaps me into this thing and OMG I can’t believe how humiliating it is—but I guess that’s why they call it the Humbler---to be put into this position, my cage bursting out front, my balls in their new world in the back and so goddamn exposed to the air, to people’s views, and to whatever the Master wants to do to them.

“It’s always best to keep the slave bent over when this is on so you don’t do any damage. But it sure does give us a nice clear shot at those balls if we want to have at them.”

“That’s damn sure, Spike. I’ll take it. But I guess we’d better take it off for now.”

Spike removes it. I breathe a sigh of relief, which is completely ignored.

Spike asks Master to have me stand up. He’d like to take a close look at the cage and the slave’s balls.

So there I am. He has the cage in His hand now and looks carefully in it and also sniffs it. Shit!

“From what I can tell,” He says to Master, “its dicklit is resting pretty well in this cage.”

Diklit!!! What planet did this guy come from?  Master speaks up. “Dicklit. Never heard that before, Spike.”

“Oh, pardon my French. I always call a slave’s unit a “dicklit.” Unimportant and mostly useless. But what I’m saying is that what you have here is reasonably comfortable at this point, and I assume that the slave can’t get hard.”

“True,” says Master.

“Billy, some Masters like to gradually use smaller cages, and what happens is that the slave’s unit begins to shrink after time. Some Masters like to reduce the slave’s dicklit to nothing more than a stump. Some men, of course, are always like that when soft but there is an amazing increase in size then they get hard. This is different. Because the slave by this point can’t get hard anyway and only cums anally. And the cage is just a metal hub to cover the nub,” He shows something to Billy who says, “I see.”

Billy is silent for a while, I know He is thinking over what Spike just told him. Finally, he says to Spike, “That’s interesting to know, Spike, that some Masters want to do that to their subs; I’ve heard it mentioned from time to time but never thought much of it. I don’t really think I want to do that to this sub, Spike.”

“I’m not surprised, Billy. That’s fine. But I do recommend that you get something to keep its balls stretched down and then maybe even step up to a wider one. Let me check it again.”

“Spread those legs, bitch. Sore or not, you can still get the strap or maybe one of the paddles here.”

I stretch and surrender my sac into Spike’s hands. He pulls a bit and then goes into his cabinets and gets a piece of black leather with snaps on it. “This would do. Would you like to try it on the slave?”

“Sure.”

He hands the thing to Billy. Billy takes it, pulls on my balls with one hand and puts the thing in place with the other, legs go of my balls and manages to get it all the way around me and snaps it closed. Wow. It’s like I’m constantly being pulled, just a little. Constantly conscious of my balls and who they belong to.

“Right size,” says Spike.

“Leave it on the slave. Will do it good,” says Billy.

“Concerning the balls, Billy, it’s always good to have special implements for them, little straps and floggers and even a couple paddles. Safer. Sometimes one can be too severe using the usual stuff.”

“You’re not kidding,” I say to myself.

“Let’s see, Master says, and Spike opens up another drawer in a display case. “Can I try a couple of them?”

“Certainly. It would be best if we put the humbler back on. Better access.”

“Good idea. All Fours, Boy!” Now I really feel my balls hanging down between my legs. And, holy shit! The humbler fits right over the leather band pushing my balls out. And he pushes my head down to the ground. I sink lower into slavehood.

“Which of these four is the lightest?”

“Billy, if I may make a suggestion, it is easier to compare if I apply the implements because I can do it with exactly the same force each time.”

“Great idea, Spike! Besides, I like watching guys beat my slave.”

“Okay, them. I’ll use these four in order of severity.” They both walk behind me to look at my balls exposed up in the air for them.

WHOSH! comes down the first. Not bad. Feels like a light flogger. I just tighten my jaw and take it.

WHOSH! 2: Yelp from this one. Some kind of strap, I think.

WHOSH! 3: Oh shit! I cry out good and strong. A fucking paddle.

WHOSH! 4: “RED RED RED” I holler. This is like the punishment strap at home! Billy reaches down and massages the back of my neck. “Settle, boy, settle. Look at how low you are for me, boy! Having a strange man beat your outstretched balls until you cry out for mercy, while I just stand back and watch! Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?

I dare not answer because I’ll burst out in tears. “Spike, please take off the humbler and the stretcher for now.” Spike acts immediately. Then goes over and shows a bottle to Master and then pours something into his hands and he massages my balls. Oh wow. That feels so good. Master notices

and says to Spike, “Please give me three bottles of that lotion and I’ll take the flogger, the paddle and the strap, but not this fourth item. This slave passes out too easily. Slave, I’m going to help you to stand up now. Move with me, boy.” And together we get me back up on my feet. I’m sweating a lot. Billy askes for a towel and then wipes my head and face and neck. It’s very soft. This is so nice.

Master speaks again once He knows I’m okay. “Now for the most important thing, Spike. The collar.”

“Do you have any ideas? Leather? Metal?”

“Spike, probably some kind of metal. This is what I’m trying to accomplish. This slave will sometimes be laboring in the business world and with professional colleagues of mine in some capacity. I’d like to collar it with something that will be permanent—not something it will be able to take it off---but at the same time, it has to be something attractive enough that it could pass for a fine piece of jewelry if seen by outsiders. Make any sense?”

“Absolutely, Billy. Good thinking on your part. And, of course, when the slave is in the public, it will always be aware that it is collared and owned, while other people will think it has interesting taste in necklaces.”

“Exactly.”

“This is easily done, because I’ve had other recent requests, even  from various out-of-state customers. I’ve narrowed it down to three particular things I could use to make such a collar. Either goId or silver or platinum. I can show you right over here because I still have the prototypes.” They walk to another place in this amazing storage room.

“I would recommend silver for this slave, not gold, because of its coloring and because its head is shaved.”

“I’m going to let the hair grow in. I’ve changed my minds. It has long, flowing hair, pitch black.”

“then definitely silver. I’m going to take these three different styles of chains and wrap them around its neck from the back so you can see what the effect is.”

“Excellent.” And so that is what happens. Finally, Master makes His choice. I have no idea what any of the shit looks like. Amazing. His decisions. Always. Why does that thrill me so much?

Spike comes back to take a measurement. “This cannot be worn tightly around the neck because that would not pass for real jewelry. Look at what is around my neck.”

“I didn’t realize you were collared, Spike!”

“No, Billy, not at all. I just wear this so I can show customers what it looks like.” They both laugh.

“Looks good, dude. Go ahead and measure what you need.” This is done quickly.

“I’ll have it for you in three weeks.”

“Excellent. So I can play accordingly. Spike, let’s settle up for everything right now, because then I have a little surprise for you.”

They do their business pretty quietly so I have no idea what all this stuff costs. But then again, I’m a penniless slave. And oh Shit! I forgot about the bank!.

Once they’re finished, Master orders me to my knees and says, “Spike, I would like to offer you a chance to experience how well this slave sucks cock. I’m hard after all this myself, so I propose I have the slave work on both of us at once.”

“I was hoping something like that would happen,” Spike laughs. “Damn, you do take after your father!”

I hear pants and zippers opening. Master fucks my mouth quickly to get my juices flowing and then withdraws, and next thing I know, another cock, thicker but not as long is invading my mouth and I use every trick I know to make it feel as good as I possibly can. It’s not as desirable as Master’s to be sure, but this man has been very nice to my Master and has not in any way shown even an ounce of respect to this slave since He is so formal about things, but that doesn’t matter. If anything, it does matter. This is an incredibly humiliating, to work to please Someone who just views me as a wet hole for Him to take pleasure from. Just as I really start getting into it, it’s withdrawn and Master is back, covered with pre-cum so I lick Him all over and suck up what He has been dripping before I take Him to the place in my throat where He can hear me gag. Master is pleased and gives me a couple hits of poppers and I go out of my mind. I keep going back and forth over the gag spot and tears start coming out of my eyes, and all of a sudden Master pulls out of my mouth and Spike shoves Himself into me and Master yells out “Fuck the shit out of that face!” and Spike does. No gagging---He isn’t that long---but I feel so completely filled up with dick and there’s no end to what He’s doing to me until all of a sudden He grunts a couple times and a flood of cum shoots down my throat and THAT makes me gag! Spike backs out and Master tells me to clean him. No surprise there. Then Master takes me and seems to be in a real hurry to cum because He fucks faster than He ever has before, and sure enough, in just several strokes He spills Himself all over my tongue as He pants like a maniac. I suck the last drops from His cock and swallow everything then lick Him clean and just lay my head against his groin because I am so exhausted. He pats me on the head; I don’t think he would feel comfortable praising me in front of Spike, but fortunately I know what it means when He touches me like this.

“Put me away, boy,” He says, and I do. Then He helps me stand and tells me to go to the door and get dressed. Meanwhile, the two of them speak quietly to one another. Spike goes to his desk and writes something down for Master and they say goodbye. Master comes to the door with a very nice nondescript shopping bag and hands it to me to carry. “Take this to the car and wait there.”

I head down the stairs. All the time I was there, Spike did not say a single word to me. But I got to know His cock, and it definitely does not make my top ten list.

Master comes to the car, beeps it to unlock my door and tells me to get in. I do so and set the shopping bag on the floor between my legs.

Master starts the car, and as we drive off, He says to me, “So, alex, give me one word to describe what that was like for you. Just one word, so think.”

I think for a bit, but it is an easy question to answer. “Intense,” I say.

Master looks surprised. “Wow! I didn’t expect that.”

“What did you expect?”

“Something like maybe ‘rude’ or ‘insulting’ or ‘humiliating. Why did you say ‘intense’?”

“Because it was all so many things. Kind of fun that You were being so correct with me and not using words that Spike would think were too wishy-washy. But also very humiliating, definitely, but I didn’t think He was rude. I just thought He was strict and very formal and followed kind of an old-fashioned set of rules and regulations. And a lot of the things that He was doing to me were very hot, especially all that stuff about my balls. And the way He never spoke to me or gave me a command. All His attention was on You as not only a customer but someone for whom He has a great deal of affection. He was so helpful to you, and with such class. And me, I was just an object to be moved around and tested out and all that stuff.”

“You are such a fucking slave, alex!”

“So isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Absofuckingutely! But I never dreamed how much I’d want you back when I used to tease you, But damn, you are exactly what I’ve always wanted but never thought I could have because I wanted you and I didn’t think you could really stoop as low as you’re willing to stoop for me.”

“I’m just so fucking in love with You, Billy, that being Your slave is the best thing I could ever have in this life and I never thought it would happen any way. Ever.

“So if we had an occasion to go back to that studio, you “

“…would be looking forward to it.” We both laugh.

“Interesting, because He just informed me that He is adding me to a list of Masters who gather together with their slaves from time to time at someone’s estate, usually for an entire weekend, Friday night-Sunday afternoon. And there’s something coming up next month and He’s hoping I could be there to be welcomed into the group---along with My property, of course.”

I stick out my tongue at Him and that’s enough for now.