The Alex Chronicles

Master orders me to “go home,” and I happily bow down to kiss and lick and suck His feet and the rest of the world disappears as I feel like I have really come home and doing what pleases both Him and me and helps me to feel humbled and privileged to take care of Him. On some level I know that Michael and Robert are here and are probably watching the two of us having what feels to me like a romantic moment. How many slaves, I wonder, actually feel like sucking their Master’s toes is a romantic act?

Master coos and uses His feet to urge me on. He speaks softly to me. “alex, I want you shaved bare again. I know it’s only been a few days, but you are showing scruff and as long as I have My two friends here to do it to you. It won’t take long for Them to strip you bare again before Then whip you. Robert let me know that you told Him that you crave the lash, alex, so today you’re going to get your fill of the lash and I’m going to sit here and watch it, and watching Them whip you is going to give Me a great deal of pleasure as I watch the marks appear on your skin and hear the cries and screams and begging that you will be reduced to as your tears flow down your face and the snot runs out of your nose. Then I will know for sure that you have become my slave and no longer have any power over your body or your dignity. I fantasized about you being whipped when we were in high school, boy, and now my fantasies are going to come true. Do you understand, boy?

“Yes, Master. Your slave understands. Please have me whipped for Your pleasure, Master. Please have anything done to me that You want, anything that will give You pleasure. You own me, Master, and You can have your slave covered with welts until You are satisfied and Your slave is transformed totally.”

“You will not be allowed to call RED, but you may call YELLOW when you are close to panicking, and they will stop, temporarily, and I will come to you to give you strength and to get your ready for the whipping to continue. Don’t be a hero, slave boy. Cry YELLOW when you realize how weak you are in the presence of Superior Men. We three will take pleasure in your pain. That is the purpose of your existence, slave. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, Your slave understands and accepts any treatment You think is appropriate to reduce this inferior being to its state of total slavery.”

“STAND,” slave, He says. I stand. Michael and Robert come to me and each one takes an arm and together They walk me to the center of the room and bind my arms to opposite sides of the walls and then do the same to my feet. I am totally open and displayed to the view of the three Superior men here, Master and His Friends. Then Master comes to me and removes the cage from my cock and touches it a bit and smiles at me as He sees it rise to a raging erection.

“Your cock gives you away, pervert. It’s telling Me how much you want this sexually, how much it turns you on, how much you need it. I’m happy to see this reaction from your body. It tells me that you’re not doing this just to please or obey Me. You are accepting what is going to be done to you because when the truth is told, boy, you fucking NEED it. As much as it will be painful, as much as it will mark up your body, as much you will cry out and maybe even sob, all of the is simply the price you have to pay because of your desires and your need to be humiliated, controlled, debased, and yes, too, punished. You need it, boy, and I’ve always known that in My gut before I ever became able to know it in My head. This is you, alex, strung out here, unable to escape, the only naked man in the room while the rest of us are fully dressed, and about to be whipped while your Master sits back and enjoys watching it happen to you. That yes, you will be giving pleasure to your Master by means of your pain. And that’s the reason you and I fit so well together. I WANT or NEED Me to do something to you, and I WANT and NEED to do something to you as well.”

“So on one level, what you are doing is selfish. You’re noting more than a slut trying to get off—and let Me assure you, slave, you ARE going to get off while you are being whipped, and the whipping will continue after you have already been satisfied. That’s the most important part of the whipping you’re going to get. That’s the part where I have the power to punish you, and I intend to punish you the way you deserve.”

He is driving me out of my mind, and my head is spinning from all He is telling me. He is laying me completely bare. He is telling me that He has been able to reach down into my most personal secrets, things that I could never tell anybody other than Him. He knows me, this Master who has taken me out of my life and binding me to His. For good. It blows my mind when I try to consider just how much true power He does have over me. The word “total” isn’t, well, isn’t total enough! There is nothing left of me that belongs to me alone. He has it all. He has taken it all. And all that is left of me is that part of me that holds the pain. For Him. As a way to honor Him. As a way to please Him sexually, giving Him more pleasure and satisfaction than any other man I have ever looked at, wondering it He might be the one. None ever were. It has always been Billy. That is why I walked away from so many so often. Oh sure, there others who could have taken a lot from me and gotten a lot out of me and be completely satisfied that I was their slave, but they really ever understood what it could truly be like to HAVE a slave, to OWN a slave completely.

So many times I would tell myself “you idiot! Why did you pass that up! He really pushed your buttons, but then you slipped right out of His hands and left Him standing there trying to figure out what had happened. You should have given it a try at least. Instead of being alone and bored all the time and, oh, so hungry for the One that could take you. Maybe this WAS the one?”

But no, I would shake my head, and would go home and maybe jerk off but maybe not because once again I had lost all sexual desire. And the times I did get into something with a Dom or Master were all in the Club where it was perfectly safe and I could get out of anything any time I wanted. And sure, I had some fun. Even got off sometimes. Got friendly and affectionate with a very confident Man used to simply taking what He wants, and that night He wanted me. And sometimes I would just think, “what the fuck?” and give my body to him and a little bit of my mind. In the Club. I refused to go home with anybody because I would get scared. But I know this now even if I didn’t know it then: that if Billy had taken off His disguise and come over to me looking deeply into my eyes, I would be that 15 year old boy again and would automatically fall to my knees and lower my eyes to the ground. But of course it never happened. Billy doesn’t work that way. He wants me whole and entire, and that means completely private until He established His ownership of me, and then and only then would others be able to witness what has happened and what He has managed to do to me.

And all those other Doms who felt I was just a cock-tease or was too fucked up to be bothered with or who must be getting paid by this well-off guy, would look at me at Billy’s feet and would understand why things happened the way they did. That I was always meant to be Him.

All this stuff is going through my head while Michael and Robert shave me bare, front and back and slapping my butt to get me to stand up straight. And you know what else? I realize that I never ever imagined what it would be like to fall so deeply in love that I am still falling and there will be no end to it. Dare I say this? Sure. Billy is God.

And just as I’m think all these things, Billy comes over to me and gives me the most loving kiss He has ever given me, and already there are tears rolling down my cheeks. He breaks the kiss, looks at me, and then licks up my tears. Then He says to me, “I want to see my slave get whipped.” And He goes to sit down and I am facing Him while Michael and Billy are standing behind me cracking their whips. They’re not terribly long, perhaps the same length as a cane, but are like straps but no thicker than a cane would be.

Billy looks into my eyes and then nods. I hear a crack and feel the whip strike my back and then a whip from the opposite direction. It stung a little but I knew They were going to build this up gradually. I turn my head as best I can since Billy tightened up my collar, but I could see that They were both standing back and to the side, so each of Them would be able to lay the whip right across my back if They wanted to. And they did. 4, 6, 8 lashes and now the sting it getting a lot worse as They work Their way from my shoulders right down my back to the top of my ass. I start breathing very heavily and keep telling myself to “drink the pain,” and it’s getting pretty serious now and I’m not sure I could take much more so I call out YELLOW! It stops. Billy gets up from his chair but doesn’t look angry or disappointed. He goes behind me and I feel His fingers stroking me where the whips had fallen and even though it hurts, it is filling me with pleasure. He comes back to the front and this time kisses me on each cheek and asks, “I want to watch Them whip your ass.” And He opens the bottle of poppers He is carrying and puts it under my nostrils as I take deep sniffs. And before the popper has even hit me, He’s back in His seat and He’s nodded to the guys and I feel the whips laying fire across my ass. And I try to dance and dodge away, but my range of motion is very limited, and They manage to lay lashes across my cheeks again and again and again. This time I am going to take more than ever, I think, but They’re not going easy on me at all and I am crying and sobbing and yes, there is snot, and I force myself to take just two more, but can’t manage it, so I call YELLOW.

There’s silence except for me crying and sobbing and sinking down a bit despite being tied so tightly. After what seemed like a long amount of time, Billy comes to me and spits in my face. “Put it in,” He says to one of guys. All of sudden I feel fingers lubing up my ass and then all of a sudden something is shoved up me and I holler out but it isn’t difficult to manage. Billy spits in my face again. “that’s not enough, fucker. I see that your little cock is still rock hard. No, boy, you’re not done yet.” He nods and I start to feel the plug vibrating inside me. He gives me more poppers and calls Michael and Robert, “Whip its chest until it shoots its load.” And it begins again and goddamn, I feel so unbelievably vulnerable and more naked than ever, and the lashes sting a lot and then I scream when one of the whips hits my right nipple, and the vibrations increased and They keep whipping me in places I’ve never ever been hit before and I am screaming and starting to shake, and all of a sudden, I am shooting a huge load in the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. The whipping stops and the vibrations slow down, and the three of them just stand there and look at me and my tear-filled snotty face and the cum dripping from my now softening cock. Suddenly the plug is pulled out of me and Billy is in my face again and smiles His evil smile at me and says, “And now you deserve to be punished. I want to see you be punished. Robert has a big wooden bath brush. You will get 10 lashes with the brush, 5 on each ass cheek that is already welted.” He give me poppers again and then sits down and I am hit and the new pain over the old pain is worse then even Master’s punishment strap. I’m making all sorts of noise. I try to count. I think I am up to 8 when, --guess what?--- I pass out.

. . . . .

I don’t “come to” into a comfortable bed. No, I’m still hanging here, bound arms and legs and my body is filled with pain, front and back. I hear talking upstairs and just hang here and groan. A lot.

Master comes to me and wipes my face and calls up to the guys who come right down. “They are going to let your arms loose one at a time. As soon as it is loose, wrap it right around My neck.” I can’t remember the words but nod my head. Left arm first and I snap it around Him. He doesn’t hold me Himself, probably because I’m so sore. Right arm. Zing! I hold on tight but that hurts the whip marks on my chest so I just squeeze tighter to endure the pain. Michael puts a cushion down at Master’s feet and Master tells me, “One leg at a time. I want you to kneel before Me.” It happens. I am still in a daze and the endorphins are raging through my system by this point and the pain isn’t as awful as it was and I’m kneeling before my Master, the most important Person in my life, and I hug Him and press my face into His crotch and I notice that Master is hard.

“Please, Master, please let Me show You.”

“Using your hands, take down My zipper and open My pants and show Me who you are.”

I’m shaking, this is such an auspicious moment. I’ve just had the daylights whipped out of me until I was crying and screaming and passing out, and now I am kneeling before the Master who ordered that done to Me, and I’m salivating over His cock, serving Him like the best slave I can possibly be, and He buries Himself deep into my throat and I gag but open for Him to pass deeper, all the way in, and He claims me this way and fucks my face as I gag and choke and I tighten my mouth and He moans loudly and with a shout, spills Himself into my mouth and I swallow it and He orders me to keep His cock in my mouth and I do as He softens and He says to me, “This time you drink all of Me. Right from the Tap. This time you are My urinal.” I don’t think that its awful or disgusting or anything like that. The only thing on my mind is “I hope I can do it.” I’m not afraid of what’s going to happen to me for the first time, the only thing I’m afraid of is failing Him. But He fills my mouth and I swallow while still more pours in and I keep swallowing as best I can and realize I am totally surrendered to Him and it isn’t too long before it slows down and then just a couple of drops are coming out so I suck Him to get the last bit the way He’s been training me.

He withdraws and tells me to clean Him up and put Him away. When I finish that, He takes me by both hands and helps me to stand. Robert hands him a vial of crème, and with extreme gentleness, He anoints my welted flesh all the way down and then the front and it hurts a lot, but that’s okay because I know it’s going to start feeling better real soon.

Once done He helps me up the stairs and into the bathroom. Has me brush my teeth and use mouthwash. Then He seats me on the toilet and says, “Piss before I lock you up again.” Drat! I was hoping for some freedom for at least a little while. I take my post-orgasm piss and He has me stand. He takes a warm wash-cloth and wipes down my junk and my groin, and then, the rings goes around and the cage comes down on it and everything is locked again and I’m nothing but a dickless slave again, but now covered with welts and a very bruised and welted ass.

“Let’s go into the living room and you can go home because there’s not much else you can do right now and you can’t sit or lie down yet. Might as well get some decent service out of my whipped slave boy.”

I kneel before Him again and as I bow down it sends new assaults of pain everywhere as I stretch my body to get into position. The pain is bad. My mind tells me “I am His.” and I go about kissing and licking and sucking and it really does feel like I’m home, only somewhat scarred from the battle.

I hear Michael and Robert moving but don’t look up. It’s none of my business what They might be doing. I just set my mind to what I’m doing. But then, Michael speaks to Billy.

“Billy, Robert and I decided that we’re going to take off now. We all accomplished what we came here for, and now you and your slave need to be alone.”

“Hey, guys, I can’t thank You enough for all You’ve done for us.”

Robert says, “Well, you can come help us if we find the One boy who can do for Us what your slave is doing for You. And alex, you’re a good boy. We’re all proud of you.”

And with that, they both head out. And here I am, home, serving, loving and still oh, so very very sore. I’m wishing Master would take some pictures so I can see the results of what happened. But right now, I’m doing what Master wants like a good slave, and I’ll do it all night if that what He wants.