The Alex Chronicles

On display

For a good while, He just toured the various part of the club with me in tow, eyes lowered. Friends of His greeted Him, some had things to say His ability to whip a slave and get it to take it (which as far as I’m concerned, is the greatest compliment to Him of all); one jerk wanted to know what drugs He gave me to get me to agree to be degraded to so extreme an extent (which was another kind of compliment because he was incredulous when Master told him that no drugs were involved other than poppers and I myself am happy to know that they recognize I have been extremely degraded).

One sub told Him he was a friend of mine and asked if he could speak with me and Master refused his request. And you know, I really appreciated that. I appreciated that He was protecting me from anything that might pull me right out of the space He’d put me in ever since He punished me after I had been whipped until I safe worded on my back, my ass and my chest. Some might think I should go see a shrink for thinking this way, but been there, tried that, but nothing has ever been done to fundamentally change my very nature, no better than things can be done to ‘covert’ someone’s sexual orientation permanently either). This is who I am, and if there is a god out there, then I have to thank Him for creating the only person who would ever be able to really get to me the way Billy does, is Billy Himself. So thanks a lot! I’ll promise to be really good at it and always keep Billy happy. So much for that.

I was really proud that a couple of times, some Dom there would ask to take Him inside to ask a question and when that happened, Master looked around for a friend to take care of me and hand Him the end of the leash, and went off to have a private conversation with the fellow, lots of hands waving around and then a great big hug at the very end; then Master would come and take the leash and take me somewhere else.

I briefly wondered that He would tell me anything about it if I asked. Dammit! He picked it right up and said, “What’s going on? Your entire way of holding your head has suddenly shifted. Out with it, alex, or I will take this whip to you again here so everyone can hear you scream.”

Tears come out of my eyes. He steps closer. ”Master, this slave is so far from total surrender.”

“Of course you are. So what troubling thought entered your mind, alex.” (That’s twice in a row He’s used my name. He really wants me to let it out.)

“Master, this slave was wondering what You would do if it asked You about those private conversations?”

“boy-brat, they’re called private for a reason. Masters don’t gossip about one another. And, if it ever got out that I told My slave about one of Their conversations about Them, that would be the end of it. I’d never be trusted again. You should have known better, slave. What’s poking at your ass, boy? Go deeper. What is it?”

I really struggle to think what the answer is. Finally, tremulously, I say: “for some reason it really hit me hard that we are not equals in any way whatsoever.”

Like lightning, He slaps me on the face and orders in a loud voice, “on your fucking knees, slave!” Immediately I kneel. He pushes my head into His crotch and starts gently laying His whip down my back and all the pain is more keen. Then, after a few little lashes, He says to me, “so tell, Me, slave, would you really want to be on an equal par with Me about anything specific? Or is that perhaps an absurd thought and must come from all that crap bdsm literature you used to read until I took your cell phone away? He keeps whipping me lightly, always the same, but it is making it impossible for me to think because all I want to do is bow to the ground and kiss the dirt that is on the bottom of His boots.

“Look up,” He says. “Open your mouth, alex.” (He emphasizes my name just so everyone knows exactly who He has taken)  And He drops a huge glob of spit down from His mouth to my mouth. I swallow, and, still looking up, say, “thank You, Master. this slave understands, Master.”

“Then lower your eyes to the ground again and keep them there. In light of our discussion, I think tonight would be a good night to introduce you to The Humbler.” I gulp. And quickly, He leads me back into the locker room and opens His case. He takes out the ball-spreader strap and pulls out my balls to wrap it around me and my balls are pushed out but not really painful. Just, um, humiliating. Then He pulls out this wooden contraption and rather easily gets into place and I am bent forward, and I am keenly aware of what my balls just look like to a Master who thinks His slave still needs to be humbled a bit more. Then He takes it off. “Outside again. I want folk to see what you look like when I lock you into it.” He reaches into the case again and also takes out a short brown leather strap or maybe a dog collar.

Without a word of explanation, He takes me to one of the special “stages,” the one that is not too high off the ground, and is circular, and in the middle of it is a set of stocks, like they had in the old times. He brings me onto the stage and has me lower my head and wrists in the openings for them. Then He closes down the upper piece and locks His slave into them. And then He takes the Humbler, pulls my balls out farther from between my legs, and deftly gets it right into place and locks it shut as well. OMG. So many emotions are running through me in and out and up and down that I can’t even identify at the moment. There I am. Whipped. Stockaded. Locked. Humbled. Balls out for torture. I just close my eyes and just keep a picture of Billy smiling at me in my eyes and focus on that. And if that isn’t bad enough, Billy stands there and says out loud, “If any of you, brothers, wants a closer look, just come right up as long as You don’t touch it. Heck, even bring Your sub if You think it would help for it to see what happens to slaves that get too proud.”

I know He’s watching, but I have no idea where He is and men are drawing close all around and about me, seeing the evidence of what He’s had done to this slave. Someone calls out, “What is it being punished for?” and I think we’ve heard that before, but this time Master says, “It wasn’t being punished for anything. It’s a good boy. But it has to be whipped like this as part of its training, so it understands what its Master can do to it whenever He wants, for no reason whatsoever. That’s a hard lesson to learn, and sometimes it takes several whippings like this before the idea sinks in, because then the slave learns that it never, ever, gets any easier. The slave won’t get used to it. Every time is just like the first time.”

And when most of the Masters or Doms are done, Master stands behind me and starts to play with my balls with His hands, little slaps and things, all of which really pound into me and I can hear one of Them say to His friend, “Damn, this is going to be hot!” And all of a sudden Master stops, and comes to my head and takes the strap and bends down to show it to me. And He says to me, “I can use this as I want.”

“Yes, Master, this slave knows that.”

“But tonight, I am not going to use it. You’ve been a good boy and you have made Me very happy. I’m going to leave you up here because I need to meet with Uncle Adam about something which is none of your business. Don’t worry, alex. Michael is here.”

And I know I’m safe, but damn, I sure wish I knew some of the things that I have no right to wish for unless maybe some careful negotiation during a free speech conversation.

I just close my eyes and ride through it all letting the faggot slave part of me savor all of it when somebody asks me, “Are you really okay?” Someone hustles him away. I couldn’t resist that one. Losing all control, I blurt out in a large voice, “No, I’m not okay, but this is the only way I have to pay the mortgage for my mother and seven sisters.” The entire place erupts into an uproar of laughter. Even Michael, laughing His head off, bends down and says to me, “you know, boy, you’re really in for it now. I wouldn’t be surprised if another day up that ranch is in store for you. A full day this time, boy!” and, as the laughter dies down, so too I slip down into my space, but not as deeply as before.”

After a while, Master comes back and OMG He, too, is laughing. He immediately unlocks the humbler while Michael unlocks the stocks and He helps me stand up, but my legs are rubber, so He just holds me tightly in His arms, and I don’t care about how sore I am, and He whispers to me, “So now that you’ve gone down very deeply into sub space, you now become confident enough to do something to turn an entire BDSM club into constant waves of hysterics. I’m so proud of you.” And then, in a loud voice, He says, “Seven Sisters?” Last month you told me it was Eight sisters!” What happened to one?” He asks. My response is very quick. “Had to sell her.”

One of Master’s friends comes up to Him and says, “when you going to go into professional comedy?” and pats Him on the back.

“Nah,” says Master, “wouldn’t want to do any performing. It would fuck the slave’s head up too much. This is for real right now. And it probably will never ever be happening again.”

Master is still holding me. “Pain level?”  “Only 5, Master, please don’t let go.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” He says. “and by the way, we aren’t going to have to make that drive back tonight. Uncle Adam is giving us the guest suite to use for as long as we need it tonight and tomorrow.” and He kisses me on the cheek. And I back up my face and look at Him and He gives me one of those smiles that is worth more than the greatest work of art anywhere in the world.