The Alex Chronicles

“What has you looking so happy, pup?” asks Master as I bounce into the car.

“She hugged me and told me to call Her “Auntie Helen” from now on!”

“Wow! That’s amazing. Usually She never ever speaks to male subs or slaves. So She must have really taken a liking to you. And, of course, I can well see how that could happen since you’re so adorable when you’re being a good boy.” He pats me on the cheek. “When we get back to the cabin, domestic servitude will be the order of the day for you, slave. You’ve got the two guestrooms to make up and then making the place sparkling clean for our guests to arrive and I’m not going to be able to motivate you with my crop or anything because I want to keep your flesh clear for when Michael and Robert arrive. The theme of the next two days will be “pain,” boy. In addition to your sexual servitude to the three of us. And I’m going to enjoy watching them work you over, slave. Now entertain me with more tales from the baths while I’m driving you home.

“Yes, Master. Let me think.” . . . . “I used to wear a dog collar when I went to the baths, and there was this one guy who came in and took it off me and used it as a strap all over my body. I kept trying to suck His cock, but He wouldn’t let me but just kept strapping me with that damn collar, everywhere and anywhere. It was the worst whipping I’d had up until that point. Finally, He had had enough and just threw town the collar, pushed me off the bed onto the floor, then opened the door and walked out, leaving the door open. Several guys had gathered around the room, drawn by the sound of the whipping He gave me. Finally one guy, very hot guy, walked in and shut the door and stepped on my back, pushing me down onto the ground totally. “that’s where you belong, slave,” He said to me, and started playing with my body with His feet while I was down there. Then He made me roll over and kept kicking my balls and spitting on me. That was the first time anyone had ever spit at me and I couldn’t believe how hot it made me. Then He opened the door so others could watch Him keep me on the ground and spitting, and another guy walked in and started doing the same thing. The first guy left, and then the second guy made me kneel up and suck his cock for a while and then left after He came on my face. After that I had to go to take a shower. My body was all dirty and wet from all the spit and it started grossing me out. This place had a “circular shower,” all the spray nozzles in a circle in the center so you could see everyone who was in the shower. One guy came over and told me I look hot with all the welts on me from the strapping I’d gotten. “Want more?” He asked me and I nodded. He took me back to His room and slapped me around a lot and really got into working on my nipples until I was crying out. That turned Him on a lot and he started in with a lot of humiliating talk which got me good and hard again. He made me suck Him off. After that I was really worn out so went back to my room and took a nap and when I woke up I just got dressed and went home. That was enough for one night.”

“When was the first time you tasted piss, pig?”

“On Fire Island one night in the dunes. A guy spanked me with his belt then made me suck his cock and after He came He squirted into my mouth and told me to swallow quickly. It was just that one squirt and I got upset about it. Wasn’t quite ready for it yet, I guess. I was only 20 at the time.”

“You’re still not all that ready yet, alex.”

“Yes, Sir, I admire Your ability to know that, Sir, and Your kindness to say that.”

Billy picks up alex’ hand and kisses it. “I have to explain something to you, alex.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Once Michael and Robert get here, the protocol is going to be very strict and very formal. Remember how they acted with you when they came to your apartment. And the same goes with Me. Take it like this: Imagine we are playing a role just for the fun of it. Because, at its best, all of this is for fun. Otherwise, why put up with all these shit customs? SO, don’t expect or anticipate anything from Me. I expect they will want you caged both nights they are here, so I can’t even promise you some private cuddle time or anything at all like that. I’ll make it up to you when they leave, I promise you that.”

“Wow! Playing a role! Brilliant! But, Billy, there’s something I need You to understand.”

“what’s that, pup?”

“Concerning that role play: I love it! It turns me on like crazy. It hits really deeply in me and satisfies so many urges, I swear. Two days of it is an awful long time, though. Usually a scene like that only lasts a few hours, they say. So it might get real rough. But don’t worry, hotstuff, your slave boy won’t do anything to embarrass you. And it will be good if I’m caged at night. Complete privacy. Time to disengage. Good time to recover.”

“You know something, alex, you’re pretty brilliant yourself! But then again, I’ve always known that, Mr. Head-of-the-Class every single year. You would have ended up the Valedictorian at graduation if you hadn’t left after sophomore year.”

“Had no choice in the matter. It was never discussed. I was just told after the last day of school that I wouldn’t be going back there, that the family was moving several states away. No time to say good bye. Nothing. And do you know what I think sometimes?’

“No. What do you think sometimes?”

“That if I had known I was leaving the school and moving away, I think I might have acted a lot differently that day in the bathroom near the end of the year. I think I might told you that yes, I am a fag and yes, I want to suck Your cock. Nothing at all to lose.”

“Dude, you can’t really say that’s what you would have done. You’ll never know because we can’t go back there.”

“I can spin a beautiful love story out of what you just said.”

“Well, dream up your love stories when you’re locked in the cage and maybe even covered in piss.”

“Master, your slave isn’t scared about more Masters coming. If knows You’ll be watching out for it every second. it will be perfectly safe.”

“Don’t forget that if you catch yourself having a hard time.”

“Yes, Master. Been thinking about it for a while now.”

“Good boy.”

We get home and my Master turns into a real slave-driver and me the naked houseboy working as fast as it can. He helps a couple times, like when I had to get the sheets on the bed right, or when I put some things in the wrong places in the dungeon and rather than correcting me, He showed me how to do it right. Can anyone be surprised how much I love Him? Of course, He keeps talking to me in that deep hypnotic voice of His:

“I really want to work you over with My crop, but I want to present You reasonably pristine when they get here. And I’ll also tell you, slave, that if you call RED, They will stop, and help bring you down, but that will NOT be the end of things. They’ll just wait, knowing full well that eventually you’ll take a hit of poppers and They’ll start all over again right from the beginning. And I don’t have to tell you their mental power over you. They both told me how good it made them feel, because so few slaves can handle it. So open your mind, slave, and let it be a blank slate for them to write on. Drink Their sense of majesty, Their power. It is very rare that the three of us can get together all at the same time. It doesn’t happen very often so this is a special opportunity that might not come along for a long time again. You know that nothing gets too deep at the Shackles. I want you to let Them open up your head, take out your brain and program it so it will yearn to be taken lower and lower into your slavery. But you know, kid, I don’t think the word ‘slavery’ is good enough to describe what they are going to turn You into?

“And will it last, I mean, when this slave is alone with You again.”

“We’ll just have to find out, won’t we, slave?”

“As You wish, Master. This slave doesn’t have the words it needs to explain how much it wants . . . . . You to be everything!

“then don’t try to put it into words. I like using words, but as a Master, what I look for are actions. don’t try to tell me how much you want. You are My slave. You get what I give You. You get what I want you to get. You turn into what I will teach you to be. I tried that once, boy, trying to be the kind of Master who was being topped from the bottom.”

“Is that what Auntie Helen was referring to, Master?”

“yes. It was a little over a year ago. A very cute, shy boy—I say boy but he was probably older than both of us by a couple years. I’d seen him in action a few time and know he had a lot of potential. He had a part-time Master who had told me that the ‘kid’ was ‘a handful.’ Well, a little while later, the Master was transferred a long distance away and the boy didn’t want to leave this area so He was looking for someone to take it and do what He would want to keep training this fellow. I was pretty confident, even back then, though I shouldn’t have been, but I said, sure, I’ll take it off your hands. It turns out the slave was really happy about this because it wanted to get away from the other guy. So that very night I took the slave home.”

“He was a handful. Wanted what he wanted and did what he could to get it. It was fun at first, because I didn’t have any clear set of priorities, and he really liked to get his ass whipped, so it was just as easy to just find out what He wanted and then do it. Can you see where this is heading, alex?”

“Yes, Master. Eventually it started feeling like you were his slave.”

“Precisely. Finally I swallowed my pride and went to have a long talk with Dad about the situation and although He wouldn’t tell me what to do, he gave me a lot of advice about how to think about and what to learn from it. After that talk, I knew what I was going to do.”

“what did You do, Master?” (Mind you, He’s working me to death while doing all this talking. He just points and keeps on talking and I do what He wanted me to do.)

“Not sure I want to tell you at this point. Besides, the guys will be here any minute. Go outside and wait for Them and take care of what They tell you to do.”

Drat! I wanted to know the end of the story. But I’m out the door as soon as He tells me and in a way I feel like a little kid who is waiting for someone very important to him to show up and he can hardly stand still, he’s so excited.

I can hear them approach and before I know it a big Buick and a truck come towards the cabin and stop. And all of a sudden I realize that I am standing there naked and caged and collared and immediately I lower my head and my eyes and try not to think about how awkward this is for the person I used to be. That person is still in me, though, and right now it’s filled with shame.