The Alex Chronicles

Some time much later, I don’t know when, I was awakened by someone banging on the bars of my cage and the purple light was on and I could see Robert standing there. “While we were having supper, we realized that you hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast. Your Master has a juicer and He made you something healthy to drink and added in a mild sedative and some CBD oil. I’ve dumped out the water from your bottle and loaded it with the smoothie. Put your mouth on the nozzle and start sucking it down. Master Billy also shot a load into it and added a little of His piss to make it “more flavorful,” He says. I’m staying here until you finish it all and then I’ll rinse it out and fill it with water. After you have your supper you can thank Me by sucking Me off through the bars of your cage.”

The mixture doesn’t taste bad at all. I noticed that Master added some salt to it, knowing how much I like to use salt. (or was the salty taste from the piss?). It wasn’t hard to drink it all down because I really was hungry, but with all the other sensations and sore spots on my body and the memories of everything that happened to this slave today, the hunger didn’t manifest itself as strongly. This was the first kindness that Master showed me since Michael and Robert arrived. He told me this would happen, and it’s the most unpleasant part of everything that’s going on, so I was so moved and grateful that even in the midst of this roughest part of the training, He is looking out for His slave’s welfare.

Once I finished my “supper,” Robert went to the sink and rinsed out the bottle and filled it back up with water and put it in place. Then He took down His pants and knelt next my head and ordered me to get His cock hard with only my tongue. “Lick My dick, you worthless piece of shit. Get it hard so You can suck Me down your miserable throat. Get your fucking mouth right up to the bars and stick your lips through the bars. I want to fuck your throat until I shoot my load into your miserable belly, slave. If I had my way, that’s the only nourishment you’d get this week—cum from Superior Men. Plenty of protein in that to give you strength for tomorrow.” He fucks my mouth hard and fast and orders me to tighten up the same way He did when we were in the apartment. “Yesterday I sold your car. Couldn’t get much for that piece of junk but it will help pay for all the shit your Master is buying to use on you. That’s it, boy, open that throat for this ginger dick. Tomorrow you’ll be getting what you’ve been craving for years, boy, a good hard dose of the lash. We’re gonna tie you between two trees if it isn’t raining and use our straps on you. I’ll take the back and Michael will take the front and your Master will sit and enjoy the sights and the music you will make for Him. You’ll be singing loud, I assure you. Okay, slave, suck the cum out of My dick NOW!!!!! He fucks it into me and makes me lick Him clean. Without another word, He stands up, pulls up His pants and heads back upstairs.

All the lights go off again and I settle down as best I can, thinking of how Master took care of me from a distance and made sure I would be okay. Even in the midst of all this scripted degradation, still I know I am loved by the most important Person in my world. For Him, I can take anything tomorrow. Anything at all, no matter what. I will be happy to sing for Him tomorrow and taste each lash as a reminder that Billy owns me. And on that thought, I fall asleep again and sleep until the next time someone comes downstairs. This time it is Michael and the sound of His footsteps on the stairs wakes me up and I try to shake off the drogginess so I can be ready for what He has planned for this lowly slave.

When I come to my senses, I notice that I did piss myself in the middle of the night. Before Michael opens the cage, He calls me a disgusting pig and says I deserve every lash He will be giving me later. He goes and gets the hose and sprays me down and the cage as well. Fortunately, the water isn’t ice cold, but once He finishes He decides to take out His own cock and piss all over me all over again then make me crawl out covered again with piss. My wrists are still attached to the sides of my collar so it’s difficult to manoeuver and He mocks me as I struggle to get out of the cage. He makes me suck some of the remaining piss from His cock. This is the first time I’ve been forced to taste anyone’s piss other than Master’s and I was going to object but then thought better of it, considering what this day was going to be like. More hose, more spraying, and this time He makes it a point to spray my face until I actually start to choke on the water as it gets up my nose. Once I’m out, and much to my surprise, He helps me stand and get steady on my legs again, but He doesn’t dry me off but takes His crop and uses it on my wet ass as He forces me up the stairs.

Robert and Master are finishing up making breakfast. Neither of them has anything to say about the fact that I’m dripping wet. I also notice that it is pouring rain outside, so I’m just feeling wet inside and out. The table is set for the three of them. Master points to the cushion next to His chair and I kneel there, wishing I could just lay my head on His thigh, aching for some contact with Him. As usual, the guys are having a conversation punctuated by a lot of laughing. They really are like three brothers. As usual, they simply ignore me and start eating. Master says nothing to me at all, but picks up some scrambled eggs in His fingers and pushes them towards my mouth and I eagerly open, taking in the first solid food I’ve had since yesterday morning. I suck His fingers clean as I’d been trained before. Breakfast continues, and I am at least happy that Master is feeding me pancakes and bacon and sausage and pieces of potato from His fingers.

Robert, of course, has remarks to make. “I tell you, Billy, you’re spoiling this pig, treating it like some kind of pet. My slaves eat their slop from dog bowls on the floor and that’s all they ever get. They look healthy enough from all the nutrients I put in their food and they eat pretty eagerly because there’s always some THC in the mixture. I prefer them stoned, especially in the morning when I usually like to play with them and get tongue baths from them both. They eat my fucking body as eagerly as they eat the slop in their bowls, and if they’re really good, I’ll let one of them eat up anything I leave on my plate, but as far as ordinary man’s food, that’s all they get.”

“What happens when You’re away, like now,” Master asks. “I told you, dude, they’re at the ranch. I don’t know what they get to eat there except for a lot of cock and ass, but they never look like they’re starving and Leroy tells me that they’re good boys and work hard for them while they’re up there. Hey, you heard about cory, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I have. Don’t know what Leroy’s decided to do about the situation though. I do know the slave was getting strung up for some pretty serious whipping when I left there with alex the other day.”

“Well,” says Robert,” Leroy has sentenced it to six months imprisonment and regular floggings. It’s locked up in the basement---there’s a jail cell there, you know. Complete darkness. There’s a glory hole that can be opened, and Leroy tells me that it’ll be sucking a lot of cock and drinking piss from the taps of most of the guys frequently. Other than that, it’s blindfolded and let out for an hour’s forced workout each day, fed only once a day and will be flogged once a week for the entire six months. it has to piss and shit in a bucket and the cell is hosed out once a day while it’s doing its exercises. Leroy told it that if it doesn’t submit to everything with no complaining, he’ll turn the faggot over to the police and have his cousin press charges. As bad as things seem, they’re no worse than what would happen if it got locked up in prison with the rest of the inmates knowing it’s a faggot and a pedophile. So the slave is taking its punishment and counting itself lucky. Leroy’s also thinking of finding someone to take it over after the six months are done. Doesn’t want it around any longer. He even told me that he’s thinking that his cousin might still press charges ofter the ordeal’s over. That would be a kick in the teeth!”

Michael starts to laugh. “Shit. Imagine that. Going through all that hell for six months and then be turned over to the inmates up at the state prison after all. Serves it right I guess.”

“Why don’t you consider taking the slave for yourself, Michael,” asks Master. “It’s used to hard treatment. You’d have a real good time with it.”

“Nah. Too old for me, dude. The fucker is over 40, you know.”

“Really? Didn’t realize that.”

Robert chimes in. “I think Leroy should just give it $100 and drive it do some big city and drop it off on the streets if he doesn’t want to keep it. Life as a middle-aged homeless faggot would be worse than being locked up in prison with a bunch of rapists.”

Master chimes in. “You guys are horrible! Cory’s served Leroy for a long time and until now Leroy has never had any complaints. Life on the ranch is tough enough for someone like cory. Leroy’s pretty well off and has made a ton of money off that slave’s back and cory is penniless and has no resources whatsoever. It seems to me that Leroy owes it something in return for all those years of unpaid labor, to say nothing of keeping his bed warm all these years. I mean, when push comes to shove, these subs (he pats alex on the head) are people even though we pretend they’re not at time. I love you guys, but sometimes I think you get too sucked into a Master mentality and forget what you’re dealing with when you get involved with these subs. Sometimes I’m afraid your attitudes get a bit too unreal. Sorry to offend anybody, but that’s the way I see it.  You need to become more responsible for your slaves’ well-being.”

Michael messes up Master’s hair. “You’re just the sweetest of the three of us, little brother. That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re always pulling us back to reality. I’m sitting here watching you feed your boy, and I dare say you’ve given it more food than you ate yourself.”

Master answers Michael: “Mikey, look at how it submitted to everything you planned yesterday without a single ounce of resistance. It deserves a good meal under the circumstances. Especially considering what we’ve got planned for later.”

“Yeah, Billy, I guess you’re right. And, to be honest, I think both Robert and I should take a lesson from the way you are with the kid. After all, it’s to Your credit that it behaved so well yesterday. We’ve never been able to do what we did yesterday with just some ordinary sub from the club. It’s the care You’re taking with it that made it so easy to dominate yesterday the way we did. I’m not ashamed to admit that all the credit goes to You, dude. This boy loves You, and it wouldn’t love You so much if You weren’t so good to it in ways that sometimes Robert and I don’t manage to do.”

Master speaks up, “thanks for saying that, Michael, but speaking as alex’s Master, I suggest that we don’t have conversations like that in its presence. These things should be left up to Masters’ attention always. Besides, I’ll show you just how tough I can be with my little slave boy: Slave, stand up and go into the bathroom and get a fresh bar of soap and come back out here with it.”

I go and do what Master told me to do, wondering what’s coming next. I come back and Master walks me to the door of the cabin, opens the door and pushes me out into the pouring rain. “Okay, slave. You’ve got the soap and you’ve got the water. Take a good shower and don’t come back in until I tell you to.”

Holy shit! Showering in the rain with the three of them watching me out the window as I try to wash myself clean. Fortunately the water isn’t too cold, but this has got to be the weirdest shit I have ever done before. I try to give then a good show as a way of pleasing Master, especially when I bend over with my ass facing the window and scrub my hole really good with the soap. I even wash my fuzzy head. All of a sudden, Michael comes out stark naked with His riding crop and starts chasing me around the yard hitting my ass and my legs and finally I collapse on the ground half laughing and half crying out while Michael starts lashing my thighs and even my feet. Finally, Master opens the door and tells to come in and then throws me a towel to dry off. Robert follows and they all have a good laugh at our exploits. Finally, after I’ve dried myself, Master orders me to clean up the kitchen after breakfast and to wash the floor on my hands and knees. Meanwhile, the three of them go downstairs to “get everything ready,” whatever that means.

I perform my domestic service like a good slave and have to admit that I really get pleasure out of having things look so good that it pleases Master and, I hope, makes Him proud of me. While I’m doing the work, I think over what they were all saying during breakfast and what a terrible ordeal slave cory is in for. I’m also amazed at how frank they were in front of me, at how Billy defended cory and finally seemed to be getting through to Michael and Robert that there’s nothing wrong with treating a slave gently sometimes, and even paying more attention to finding out what makes a slave happy about being a slave. I must say, I’m proud of Master and I hope that He does end up being a good influence on the other guys.

I hear them coming up the stairs while I’m on my knees washing the floor. Robert tells me to hurry up because He wants another blow job in His room away from the others. Master takes a look at the kitchen and tells me it’s looking good and that I should go and crawl into Robert’s room and serve Him however He wants.

He’s nude when I enter the room and I gasp at the sight of His russet covered body with the flaming pubes and armpits. I crawl up on the bed and He spreads his legs and says only one word to me: “Wet!” I know what He wants. I crawl up to His balls and work a lot of saliva in my mouth and wet down His balls the way He likes for a good long time until He takes his cock in hand and hits me on the head with it. I get up a bit higher and close my mouth over His mushroom head and pleasure it with my tongue and then slowly make my way down until I gag a bit and He withdraws. “I want you to hold my dick in your hand and jerk it with a circular motion while bobbing your head up and down on me. Do it fast, slave and you’ll get rewarded with a mouthful of my thick cum. Come on, cocksucker, show me what a good faggot can do to make a Master happy.”

I work at it for a few minutes just the way He’s told me to do and before long He tenses up and shoots a mouthful of thick cum into my throat and orders me to swallow. Master opens the door to the room and sees me swallowing Robert’s cum. Master orders me, “Bend down, slave, and eat Robert’s balls the way he likes while I fuck your pussy from behind.” He gets up on the bed behind me and preps me with two fingers and then decides that enough and rams Himself into me and I cry out from the pain. “Settle down, slaveboy. Adjust yourself to your Master’s dick. Start fucking yourself on my dick while you keep licking Robert’s crotch.” I’m working at both ends and fortunately the pain of Master’s initial thrust into me turns to pleasure and now I’m hot for Him and He laughs out loud, “Look at this faggot property of mine, so hungry for its Master’s dick. Can’t get enough of it.” Finally Master cums with a shout, slaps me on the ass a couple times and pulls out, heading for the bathroom. Robert orders me to follow Him and so I leave Robert’s room and go into the bathroom. Master is showering and orders me to get in with Him and wash Him with my hands. This is the most the two of us have been alone since this whole thing started and I’m so happy to be able to make love to Master with my hands, getting Him clean all over.

“Kneel down, alex,” He commands, and when I do, He drenches me with His piss and I expose as much as my body as possible to its flow so that He covers me. He orders me to open my mouth and He starts pissing on my mouth and ordering me to swallow a couple times before finally finishing and making me suck the remains out of His dick. I want to kiss His feet and thank Him for letting me drink from Him. I’m finding title resistance at this point. It is happening: I am becoming His urinal, and just like He told me, I’m craving it more and more. “Soon, slave. Soon I’ll just be able to stick my cock in your piss-drinking mouth and let go and you’ll take it all and swallow it down. I can’t fucking wait. I can’t wait to have other men see what you’ve become for Me.”

“Only for you, Master?”

“that remains to be seen. I know you drained Michael’s dick this morning, and it was not something I had planned for you at this point. Eventually you’ll become a piss slut, but not right away. it was good for you to obey Him this morning though. I was pleased when He came up and told us you had His piss in your mouth, even if it was just a little bit. Now finish your shower and get the piss off you. Then we’re gonna shave you because you’re getting too much fuzz growing in. I want you completely stripped of hair except for your eyebrows and your head. Completely stripped so there is nothing between you and their whips a little later.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Scared, little boy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. You should be. Keep feeling it. It’s all part of the experience of being whipped like a true slave. Now finish getting clean and dry and then come downstairs and grovel at my feet and wait for us to start what we have planned for you. Learn from the fear, like I always tell you, faggot.”

He gets out of the shower, dries Himself off and leaves the room. For some reason, it always hits me in the gut whenever Master turns His back to me and walks off. I’m not sure what it is: fear that He’ll never be coming back? Don’t think so. Upset that He never says goodbye? “No. I’m used to that..  No, I think I know what it is: whenever he leaves the space where we are together I feel it acutely like something has been taken away from me. That something is His presence with me. I want Him back so quickly. Sometimes, though, I just have to wait. But it’s surely true that my Billy Addiction is firmly established now. I shower hurriedly and dry myself off quickly as well so I can get down to the dungeon and humble myself at Master’s feet like the slave I want to be so much.