The Alex Chronicles

I grovel there for a long time, settling down after all the excitement and humiliation of being pissed on by three Alphas then made to roll in the dirt before getting hosed off like some animal. I don’t know what They’re cooking up outside, but then I hear Them coming back in and making a racket as They grunt. “This cage is a lot heavier than the other one,” says Master. Michael explains, “Top of the line, buddy. Solid. Bigger. Solid bottom and equipped with hooks and manacles for all Your bondage needs. This is the same kind they have at Shackles bolted to the floor. No slave will be able to move that one around no matter how much it struggles. It also has a remote control lock on the door so if You need to, You can unlock it from upstairs without having to get off the couch. You can unlock the slave and then make it come crawling up to You instead. That is, unless you bind the slave inside the cage.”

“Have you ever done that,” asks Master. “I like to make sure freddy is unmovable in manacles when I put it away for the night. They also come unclipped in case of emergency or panic,” says Robert. “that ever happen?” asks Master. “Only once,” in the very beginning. Now it doesn’t have any trouble no matter how much it whines and complains about being locked up and unable to move around.” “What’s the longest time You’ve had the slave in the cage?” “Four days, but I take it out once a day for cleaning out and it usually gets another whipping before being put back.” “Where’s it at ow?” asks Master. “Up at the ranch. they’ll keep it busy. It’s on vacation from work. What better way to spend a vacation but at a dude ranch!” They all have a good laugh about that. I can’t imagine spending days up there. I could only manage a few hours before even Leroy said I’d had enough.

Eventually They get everything situated downstairs and I hear them coming upstairs. “Got the lube?” asks Michael. “Right here,” says Master. “I’m using the lube with ginger oil.” “Fucking ACE,” cries out Robert.

The three of the come into the room. “do not fucking look around,” Master orders. “And get that ass higher, slave. I’m glad I’m using the ginger oil. You need the punishment, bitch.” I hear Michael and Master fooling around with something. Next thing I know, a plug is being shoved up my ass, and the burn sets in right away. I start whining.”

“Shut the fuck up!” says Michael as He kicks me. “Kneel up, slave!” I do so and can see the three of Them sitting around the room and taking off their boots and socks.

“So here’s the deal, slave,” says Robert. “Six feet for you to clean and worship. That plug in you vibrates.” He hits the button and I yelp from the sensation. It’s not painful itself, but it aggravates the ginger lube and it’s like getting an electric shock. Robert continues “You start here on my right foot and you’d damn well better get it good and wet and clean as a whistle. You keep working that foot until the plug vibrates. That’s your signal to move along to the next foot, and so on. Mine first, then Michael’s then your Master’s. Figured you’d be happy to be home again by the time you get over there. Should take up to two hours depending on how well you do. If you get too dry, beg us to hydrate you and you’ll be given a bottle to suck. While you’re sucking on that bottle, one of us will paddle your ass to make sure you don’t over indulge or try to use it as an excuse to take a break.”

Master cues up a movie that I guess they all decided on. Some action figure. Robert says, “So what are you waiting for, pig? Get over here and start on my smelly foot and eat it like it’s candy, slave.” Michael chuckles. “Hey, there’s a good new definition: a Master’s feet are the slave’s candy! So go ahead, slave. Go eat your candy!”

I hustle over to Robert and bend down low to start on His toes. Shit! He must have been wearing the same socks for several days. The pain in my ass reminds me what I am, and how little choice I have to object. I suck the smell from His big calloused toes and gradually sink down into the space where the only interest I have is doing a good job on the Alphas and making Master proud of my willingness to be subjected to such degradation for His sake. Michael offers some advice as I’m licking between Robert’s toes: “think of sucking your Master’s cock, slave. That will help you salivate and get these feet good and wet.”

The movie sounds intense but I realize that if I try to pay attention to what’s going on, I’ll  start lagging on the job I’ve been ordered to do and I’m afraid to find out what will happen if they sense I’m getting lazy or distracted or losing my enthusiasm. This is going to be a long couple hours!

Eventually I get zapped and move on to Robert’s other foot. Fresh new smell assaults my senses but I know now that the quicker I get these toes wet, the sooner the smell will abate. Or is it just that now my mouth is so filled with the smell of Robert’s sweaty feet that I can’t tell where it ends. Please hydrate me, I cry out. A nozzle is stuck in my mouth at the same time as I feel the crack of the paddle of my ass. No, I won’t spend too long sucking water out of this nozzle. I get wet and dive down again. Only two smacks of the paddle. Not bad. But damn, it hurts. I get lost in the misery of a degraded slave and it feels so real. Here I am, a prisoner. Sure, I could probably get up and walk away from it all, but if I did that it would be something I would regret for the rest of my life because I’m sure I’d just be driven back home and all hope of living in love with Billy will become a dead dream and I’d be back to my humdrum existence. And how could I ever show my face at Shackles, a failure and a disappointment. Who would ever bother with me again except for a couple of sadistic trolls eager to take advantage of the plight of a useless piece of junk. I’ve seen them there, the guys in purple collars bound to the floor in the dirtiest and dingiest part of the entire club, sometimes for the entire night ignored by everyone having a good time with subs who still show some promise. No. Not for me, the fate of one who has walked away from its Master. Nothing could be lower.

The plug shocks my ass and quickly I move on to Michael’s right foot. Much cleaner. Bigger even than Robert’s feet. Don’t think I could get all of it in my mouth at once, and hope Michael doesn’t try to force it. He raises it in the air. “Lick the bottom, pig” He orders. “All of it, then the toes.” And as I do it, He lifts His other foot and slaps me in the face with it. My instinct is to say thank you, but I’m forbidden even a single word at this point. Is that what it will be like until They finally go home? Michael’s crop suddenly comes crashing down on my shoulder and with tears in my eyes, I lick and suck more eagerly. That’s all there is. This foot. My mouth. My tongue. My spit. My obedience to the bullies. I have a flashback to high school when Bruce and His idiot friends started pushing me around from one to the other after school one day and pulled my shirt out of my pants. Two of them held me down and Bruce gave me a pink belly that hurt for hours. Was Billy with them? I couldn’t tell who was doing what, I was so terrified. did I get hard? Don’t remember. That was before those days when we all got our asses whipped. I remember, though, getting laughed at because my tiny wiener was sticking out of my pants, hard as a rock, and Billy coming over to me later that day and said, “I saw your dinky, boy. You like getting your ass whipped. I’ll have to keep that in mind, and winking at me and walking off.

The plug rattles inside my rectum and Michael shoves his other foot in my face and I get to work all over again. Haven’t had to beg for water. Only that one time so far. Michael’s got this big bump between his second and third toe. Wart? Birth defect? doesn’t matter. I lick it gently like kissing a baby’s lips. “Get off that!” He yells at me, so I move on to the last two toes, hold them both in my mouth and try to work up some saliva to get them wet they way all these Alphas like so much.

On and on it goes, until finally, I’m ‘HOME’ as Billy calls it and it feels so good to be back on what has become very familiar flesh and here I just let loose and make love to my own Master and I get lost in what I’m doing until I’m finally told that I’m all finished, and now I’m disappointed because they didn’t allow me much time sucking my Master’s beautiful toes. The movie has ended. They order me to kneel up and sit back on my heels. My mouth actually hurts now.

Michael lights a joint. I’m kind of surprised. I was thinking Billy isn’t into anything like that. But they all partake and Billy comes over to me and shotguns the pot right down my throat, and then they all do the same. Another joint is lit and passed around again, and again, I don’t get to take a hit, but get lots of smoke blown down my throat and everything starts to spin around.

“It’s ready,” says Robert. “Stoned just right. Cocks out, guys. Kneel up, slave. Show us all what a needy faggot cocksucker you are.”

I’m surrounded and everything is hazy and then to make things worse, a popper is shoved under my nose and I’m ordered to sniff three times each nostril and then Michael’s cock is in my mouth and I’m choking on it and trying to get it even deeper into my throat, and my head is being roughly moved around the circle, one hard cock after the other, but never for long enough for me to really get into it. They’re shouting things at me and laughing and I’m losing my mind and sucking one after the other and my face is getting slapped and I’m pushed of Master’s cock which is the sweetest of all, and then I’m licking up some really awful tasting pre-cum and more poppers and more cocks and it’s all one big blur until at last one of them is shooting down my throat and I’m sucking and licking and swallowing and someone is shooting on my face and another one is rubbing it all into my face and finally, Master pulls me aside and tells me to choke for Him again and again and again and I wish He would just keep me all to Himself for the rest of the night.

They tire of this game and Michael clips my wrists to my collar and Robert, the biggest of them all, throws me over His shoulders like some great prize and brings me down into the dungeon which is all purple. Michael pulls the plug out of my ass and He and Robert hold me over the table and Master fucks me hard an furiously telling me that now I’m becoming a real slave and He howls “I FUCKING OWN YOU ALEX” and shoots into me.

They drop me to the floor and order me to crawl into the cage and, of course, while I’m trying to do that Michael’s hitting my balls with His crop and I’m crying and trying to get into the cage as quickly as possible, and then the door slams shut and I’m locked in and they stand over the cage and look down and start spitting at me and I would give anything in the world to hear Master say something nice to me, just one word, but no one says anything but They just keep on spitting. Then they walk away and up the stairs and even the purple light gets turned off.

Darkness. Locked and bound. Desolate. Exhausted. I rattle around feeling for the water bottle and finally find it and suck the nozzle and Master’s put apple juice in it. Or is it piss?

I fall into a drugged sleep and don’t remember if I dream or not. All I remember is being happy that I’m alone and locked up safe and wondering if Master will come down to caress me, but not having much hope in that happening. It’s all jumbled up into one spit-covered mess.