The Alex Chronicles

I continue to eat Master’s ass, losing myself in trying to do the best job I possibly can. When at last He has had enough, He orders me to turn around and get ass up because He wants to fuck me. I’m worried I’m not clean enough, but He has made His decision and this slave is not going to question it. I bend down, raise my ass and even spread my cheeks again so He can have readier access to fucking me. I’ve only fucked a guy a few times and it is not but it is not on the top of my list. But as Master sticks His lubed finger into my back channel and swirls it around, hitting my prostate a couple times, I remember what I am and what I am here for. He pulls out His finger and looks at it. “You’re not clean, slave. This is going to a messy fuck and you are going to have a lot to clean up. Some Masters would make you use your tongue to clean Them. You’re lucky I’m not like that. I don’t want you getting sick on Me just to prove a point.”

He jabs two fingers in, then three, then play with my prostate until I’m crying out and begging Him to continue. “Not yet, bitch. Maybe not at all. Since you’re dirty, I’m gonna try to fuck you in a way that gets Me off but leaves you still panting for it. You don’t deserve to cum. And if you really know your place, you wouldn’t even want to cum, just so your Master knows that He can destroy you without you getting your little thrill.” I’m not paying attention to what He’s saying, but just getting off on the sound of His threatening voice which gets me so hot. Next thing I know, His cock plows into me and pushes to get farther and farther up my ass, slow strokes out and then another rapid assault with His entire cock shoved into me at once. And damn, He’s good. He hasn’t touched my prostate. “I fucking own your pussy, bitch. It’s all for me. Anyway I want it. Anyhow I want it. I’m gonna write my name deep inside you, using My cock to carve it into you. Tighten up, slave. I’m almost ready to cum in you. Give your Master a good fuck, you faggot slut! That’s it. Show your Master how hungry you are for the feeling of His cock deep inside you. When I fuck your ass, slave, I’m fucking your soul at the same time. You belong to me and you will never ever stop wanting me more than air itself. Take it, alex!!!!!!!

He spews and moans so loud, “Oh shit! I love owning you, boy. I love that I took you out of those classes and made you my own. I should have kidnapped you when you were fifteen and had you locked up in a cage in the basement of my house until I was ready for you. I should be able to take you out, get Myself off in you and then put you away and lock you up again. And for the last ten years, the only thing you would ever experience is getting fucked by me. And over the years you would feel My cock getting bigger and bigger and hurting you more and more!”

Holy shit! His old fantasies about me are much hotter (and also sicker) than my old fantasies about Him. And He is more intense than anything I ever could have thought up lying in bed at night, my little boy dick in my hand, trying not to make the bed squeak.

“Get up and RUN to the bathroom and get into the tub! Hold your ass tight closed. Don’t get any shit on Uncle Adam’s carpet.” I make a dash for it and everything is fine. Quickly, He comes in and He’s almost still hard and there’s a lot of brown stuff on His dick. “Get on your knees, ass up, slave.” I do, and He turns the spray on, fixes the water, and starts to spray my ass clean on the outside and as far on the inside as He can get. “that’s enough for now. You’re getting an enema after you clean your Master’s cock off.” He steps into the tub and turns the shower on and hands me the soap. “Kneel.” I kneel before His soiled cock and, using only my hands as usual along with the soap, I gingerly clean Him off, totally disgusted by the sight and the smell of it all. Eventually He’s clean then He orders me to stand up and finish washing Him, top to bottom.

This is something I really like doing, most of the time, but I’m still conscious of the fact that I’m still dirty and I hate this. I try to forget what my body feels like and concentrate on making Master’s body feel good, look clean and smell clean with this wonderful soap that He makes me use on Him. (a different soap for the slave). I really take my time, and He looks at me and gives me THAT SMILE and I fall in love with Him all over again and know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Him, except lick Him clean after a dirty messy fuck. I wash Him all over, His armpits, His nipples and six-pack, His pubes and His dick all over again, but He pulls it from my hands, “Too sensitive right now. Get My balls.” I finish with the front all the way down to His feet. I lift each foot and wash the toes especially good and then kiss His feet. He turns around and I stand up and start from His shoulders again and work my way down, with special attention to His crack and hole (I wonder if He’s ever been fucked , , , , maybe I’ll ask . . . ) and down his legs and finally the soles of His feet. Without saying a word to me, He gets out of the tub and dries himself. “Get washed,” He tells me.

When I’m done He turns off the water and makes me get down in position for the enema to clean me out inside. He goes to the sink and fixes the bag and then shoves the nozzle into my already exhausted hole and I feel myself filling up. “Take it, take it, take it, take it,” He chants until I grunt loudly, not able to hold any more. He pulls out the nozzle, and waits until I can hardly hold it all in any more. He bends over and picks me up from the floor of the tub and quickly transfers me into the gaping toilet with the seat up. “Spread and empty yourself out!” He likes to shove His cock in my mouth when He makes me void an enema but for some reason He doesn’t want to do it now. When I finish, He flushes, stands me up and bends me over, and shoves one of His fingers up me and looks at it closely when He pulls it out. “Clean. Crawl to the kitchen when you’re dry and sit on the floor. I’ll nuke something from the fridge.”

He loves to watch me crawl into a room. I’ve never really had a D/s scene with any Dom who ordered it so much, except for the One Who tied a 20-pound weight to my balls and had me pull it around His house while He cropped me. That was pretty hot. But nothing as hot as crawling for my Master, knowing how much He gets off on the sight of my humiliation. Sure enough. I get to the kitchen and go sit on the floor with legs spread wide, and He watches me throughout the entire process. He walks over to me wearing just His black boxer shorts, and toys with my balls with His toes. “Some day I’m gonna tie something really heavy to your balls and make you crawl around and drag it all though the house,” he tells me. DAMN! Is He a mind-reader? “I was just thinking the same thing because a Dom once did that to me once, Master.” “did you do a good job?’ “Think so, Master. He never said anything about it. But my balls were sore for a couple days after that.”

“How long ago was this?”

“About a year ago, Master.”

“Are you still in touch with Him?”

“No, Master. your slave deleted His number after leaving Him.”

“Why?”

“Knew I’d never call Him. Wouldn’t want to go back to Him.”

“Why?”

“Because He put make-up on my face and made me wear a bra and called me girly names.”

“Did you let Him fuck your pussy like a good girl?”

“Yes, Master. And He came real quick. I got out of there as soon as I could.”

“And you drove home wearing make-up?”

“Yes, Master. Couldn’t wait to wash it off.”

Master chuckles. “Definitely not your scene. Did you know He was going to do that when you went with Him?”

“No, Master. I let Him pick me up like a cheap whore because I was desperate for a scene.”

“Not desperate any more, are you, boy?”

“I am, Master. Desperate for You.”

The bell rings on the microwave. The soup is ready.

He takes the soup out of the microwave and scoops it into two bowls and puts them in the fridge.

“Let’s let them cool off for a while. I hate hot soup and I don’t want you to burn your face when you bury it in the soup to suck it up.” So now I know how I’m eating my meal. What is it, lunch?

He puts apple juice into my sippy cup and says, ‘Crawl over here, boy, to get your juice.”

More fun for Him. I swear, I’m gonna ask Him to buy me knee pads.I go and fetch my juice and He makes me crawl back to the corner and sit to drink it.  While we’re waiting for the soup to cool, He tells me, “We’re going back to the cabin after we eat and clean up. One of my cousins is stopping by tonight for the night and I want Him to get a look at you and maybe more, depending on how He feels about it. He knows my scene and He’s cool with it to a point. I’m just not sure yet where that point is. Should be interesting. I hope He’ll take advantage of the situation. He is gay, so what the hell? What gay man doesn’t enjoy the warm wet mouth of a sub?”

He winks at me and comes over to kick me in the balls, hard this time, and I almost double over but catch myself and sit there and drink in the pain in my gut. “It pleases Me that you’ve learned not to double over. Shows what a pain pig you are. Most subs or slaves couldn’t do that. But you are the holder of the pain. That’s the way I want you. That’s how you’re being trained.”

“Yes, Master.” I have to force the words out because it still hurts.

He takes the soup out of the fridge and stirs each bowl full. He tests a spoonful and says. “Good. Mildly warm. Suck the top layers of the soup off before the deeper layers in case it gets too hot for you. THAT pain I don’t want you to endure. No burns of any kind except maybe from Ben Gay or ginger. You’ve had Ben Gay on you in the past, haven’t you?”

Damn. I remember. Freshman in college. Blond-haired guy on my floor. I couldn’t help but stare at him when I thought he wasn’t looking. But his roommate caught me doing it a couple times in the showers, and he told the guy—His name was Wally. So one day in the showers, Wally was watching out for it and sure, enough, He caught me trying to get a look at His dong. He walked right over to me and said, “Take a good look, faggot. Don’t be shy.” he spread His legs and holds His dick and balls in His hand like He’s holding them out to me. “You can have them to lick and suck, faggot, but first you’ll have to have a little initiation. Come to our room at 9:30 tonight. Come naked. Walk down the hall naked and knock on our door. If anyone sees you, tough. Do this or we’ll spread your little secret all over the school. Marty doesn’t want your fag mouth, but I do. He just likes to watch when I catch a faggot like you.”

Damn, that night went by so slowly and I was scared as shit. Scared about walking down the hallway naked. Scared about what they’d so to me. Eager to suck His dick, but worried about the way He’d handle me and who He’d tell. I actually get naked a lot earlier. My roommate works till midnight so he won’t see me. Well, anyway, when it’s time, I open my door and stick my head out. No one’s in the hallway. Good. I leave my room unlocked and head down to Wally and Marty’s room. I knock on the door. They keep me waiting and I get more and more nervous and embarrassed. finally, after a long wait, the door opens. The room is dark except for a couple candles. I walk in. “Close the door behind you, faggot,” Wally says. “Hey Marty, look at just walked in: a naked faggot. What do you want, faggot?” He asks. I’m too afraid to speak. He walks over and slaps me across the face. “What do you want, faggot. Answer Me and call Me Sir. You want to suck my cock, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Well, ask me or I’ll have to slap you again.”

“Pppplease, Sir, please let me suck Your cock.” “Have you sucked a lot of cocks, faggot?”

“Not too many, Sir.” “Anyone here at school?” “No, Sir.” He slaps me again. ”Wrong answer, faggot. I asked you if you’ve sucked any cocks here at school, faggot. The correct answer would be ‘not yet, Sir.’ Understand? I nod my head. My cock is starting to rise and I hope they don’t notice it. “so I ask you again, faggot: Have you sucked any cocks here at school?” “Not yet, Sir.” “There you go. Good boy. See how easy that was? And you make Me happy to know that My cock is going to be the first cock you suck in this school. And you’re going to suck it every Thursday night at exactly this time, every week until I graduate in three years. Got it, faggot?” “Yyyyes, Sir.” “Ah, I can see your cock getting hard, faggot? Why’s it getting hard? Because you want my dick, or because of the way I’m treating you, like a humble frosh faggot who doesn’t want his little secret to get out. Answer me, faggot. Tell me the truth.” “Because I’m very submissive, Sir, so You are turning me on, Sir, thinking I’m gonna get to suck Your awesome cock.”

“Shit You haven’t even seen it hard yet. You don’t know the treat you’re in for, faggot. But if you want to earn the right to suck My cock, first you have to go through a little initiation.” “Initiation, Sir?” “what do I have to do” “First, faggot tell me I can do what I want to you as part of your initation,. Hurry up or I’ll kick you the fuck out of here, bitch!” “Sir, You can do what You want to me in order to help me earn the right to suck your cock. Please, Sir, give me your initiation.”

As soon as I say that, Wally nods to Marty who comes up behind me and grabs my arms and holds them behind me. Wally comes over and ties my hands together with some kind of rope. “this won’t mark up your wrists, faggot, as long as you don’t fight to get loose. You fight the rope, you’ll have scars on your wrists and everyone will know that someone like Me tied you up, and they’ll know that you’re a faggot who deserves whatever he gets. Understand?” He pulls the rope tight enough so I can’t easily escape. Marty lets my arms go and goes to sit on His bed and just watches. Wally takes one of their candles and tells me to spread my legs, and puts the candle on the floor between my legs. “Make sure you don’t fucking kick this candle over or you’ll burn down the whole fucking dorm, starting with you, faggot. You keep your fucking legs right where they are. Don’t fucking move them or I’ll make the initiation even worse. Got it?” “Yes, Sir. Don’t move my legs, Sir.”

“Good boy. Hey, from now on, why don’t you just start calling me Master?” “Yes, Master.” Damn. Now my cock is hard as a rock and He reaches out and smacks it. I yelp and He says. “No good, faggot. No good at all. We don’t want you to call any attention to what’s going on in here. Marty, do you mind getting the tape?” Marty gets up and picks up a big roll of duct tape and tapes it over my mouth and around my head a couple times so I can’t yell out. “If I hear you make any noise at all, I’m gonna start punching the shit out of your stomach. Got it, faggot? Nod your fucking head.” I nod my head. “You’re lucky I’m not blindfolding you too because you wouldn’t get to see my hard cock when I get ready to shove it in your mouth faggot. Hey Marty, get me the stuff, please.” Marty hands Him a tube of something. “Ben Gay,” He says to me. Something for you every Thursday night to help you remember what you are and how much you want to suck my dick and drink my baby-makers when I shoot them down your throat. Ever play with this stuff before, faggot?” I shake my head no. “You know what I really like to see, faggot?” I shake my head no. “I like to see a faggot cry. That’s what I like. So you’re gonna cry for me tonight, faggot, before you get to suck My cock.”

Then He opens the tube and squirts some of the Ben Gay into His hand. Next, He reaches His hand out and rubs a lot of it on my balls and then on my cock and He wipes off his hands on a rag and steps back. He sits on the bed alongside Marty. “Don’t forget, faggot. No noise and don’t move your fucking legs cause you might get burnt or start a fire.” Then He stares at me and says nothing. And nothing seems to be happening, until . . . . . . Holy Shit! That stuff starts to burn my balls and my cock, and the burning slowly keeps getting worse. I’m straining so hard not to make any noise, but I keep waving my head around and fighting not to move my legs. The burning keeps getting worse. I’m about to panic. I pull on the rope but then remember I don’t want scars. there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop this horrible pain which keeps getting worse. I start to cry, and Wally whispers to me, “that’s a good faggot. Cry for your Master, faggot. Cry because you’re a fucking faggot and I’m not, but I’m still your Master. Let’s see those sweet tears running down your faggot face! Oh, by the way, just so you know, faggot, the pain keeps getting worse until it hits its peak and then it starts to subside. Takes about 20 minutes. We’ve timed it on other faggots and even tried it on ourselves once night when we were drunk. Fucking hurts like the dickens! But the burn goes away eventually.”

“Come on, faggot. Let your Master see those tears, and hey, look, Marty, the faggot’s got snot coming out of its nose. We hit the jackpot with this bitch!” He told me the truth. All of a sudden, the pain starts to let up a bit, but still I’m crying, and I keep crying because I realize that He really gets off on seeing me cry. No more humiliating than anything else that’s going on in here so far. And while this is all going on, Wally’s stripping naked and He looks so hot. I mean, sure I’ve seen Him in the showers, but was always afraid to take a good look at Him. But now, it’s like I’ve earned the privilege to look at Him all I want. His cock is pretty big, bigger than mine, that’s for sure. It didn’t look all that big when it was soft, but damn, what a hardon this stud has. it’s worth the fucking pain. Wally does and sits on the other bed and spread His legs. “Okay, faggot, here’s the deal: anytime you feel you’re ready, you come on over here and get on your knees between My legs and bend down. Lick my balls first and get them good and wet, then when I tell you to, you can have your first taste of your Master’s cock. The first taste of many. Every Thursday. Ben Gay and My cock.”

“Maybe as time goes on , I’ll add a couple other things to the mix, just to get you to cry like a baby faggot. All faggots should be made to cry for straight Men, all the time. But you’re gonna cry for me once a week every week. And if you start finding it harder to cry, I’ll find other ways to give you more pain to get those tear ducts flowing.” I’m ready. I walk over to Him, careful not to graze the candle on the floor. I kneel between His legs. Marty comes over with a knife and cuts the tape and then rips it off my mouth. Damn, that hurts! “So, faggot, what are you waiting for? Here’s your big chance. Taste the sweat and piss on my balls and wash them clean with your faggot mouth. I’ll tell you when you can move to My cock. Clean my crotch, faggot pig. Lick your Master’s smell off Him!

(Damn! I really start getting into it like I’m crazed.) “Okay, faggot. Taste your Master’s cock!” I lick my way up it, and then over the big head of it and I lick His piss slit, which smells really pissy, and then put the whole thing into my mouth. I know I’m pretty good at this; that’s what other guys have told me.. Wally starts to moan. “Nice, boy. Now go down on My big cock, bitch! Slide it as far into your mouth as you can possibly get and toy with it with your tongue. Then move your mouth up to the tip and down again, nice and steady. Make your Master feel really good. Don’t go down too far. I don’t want you to choke tonight. We’ll save that for another time. There you go, nice and steady, faggot. Suck your Master’s cock like the hungry faggot you are. Oh damn! I’m gonna shoot fast. Oh well, maybe slower next time. Get ready to taste my cum, faggot. Feel Me shoot it on your tongue. Taste it good. Then when I tell you, swallow it all down like the cumdump your= are!”

He shoots, not too much. I’ll bet He’s jerked off already today. He looks at me and then says, “Swallow, faggot!” I take a big gulp. Marty laughs to see it. Wally pats me on the head and says, “good boy. You did good for your first time. Every week I’ll teach you to go down farther on my cock until finally you can swallow the whole thing. I’ll be doing you a favor. You’ll get a good reputation among all the other faggots around. But okay for now, faggot. Stand up.” I do so, and Marty comes behind me and unties my wrists and I bring them in front of me and start massaging them. Wally comes over with a big rag and wipes the tears and snot off my face.

“Take this rag with you, faggot, and wash it for next time. Bring it back with you, but make sure you don’t hold it in a way that hides your cock and balls. I’m done with you now. Don’t forget: next Thursday. 9:30. You naked. Knock on the door. And oh, when you see Me on campus, make sure you say “Hi, Sir,” to me. We’ll keep the Master part of it private to us here. And who knows, maybe one of these weeks Marty will decide to let you blow Him too. He’s got a real nice cock, too. Not as big as mine, but certainly bigger than your little dicklet. Hey, it shrunk again! Maybe it didn’t like the taste of My cum! And one more thing, faggot. Next Thursday I won’t shower again. I’ll wait for you to clean me off. And maybe even my armpits too one of these days. Now get the fuck out of here and sneak back to your miserable room. Jerk yourself off and go to sleep. Now beat it!” I find my way to the door, open it and walk right out into the hallway, not the least bit concerned about who might see me naked in the hallway. I got a lot of pride taken out of me tonight.

All of a sudden, I realize that I’m kneeling in my corner with my face buried in my bowl and I’m sucking up the last of the soup. I don’t remember eating any of it, that memory was so strong.

“Where’d you go, alex, while you were eating up your soup? Your mind left here and took you somewhere else and it must have been a hot memory because your dick has been stirring within its cage. What happened?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Master. I just got pulled back into a hot memory from when I was first at college and some guy played as my Master once a week for a while. I’ll tell You about it if You want me to, Master.”

“That will be fine, but not now. I want you to clean this kitchen and then the bathroom again and finally strip the bed and put the linens in the hamper. Do a good job or you’ll get the strap when we get home.”

I go to do the chores I’ve been assigned, while Master goes into the living room and plops Himself on the couch and starts watching TV. Finally I finish and pack up all our stuff. Master orders me to carry it all out to the car. Shortly after, He comes and opens the trunk for me to put our things in, and then opens the door for me to get in the car. I realize I’m still naked and collared, but it’s dark out and obviously Master doesn’t care if anyone sees me. After all, we’re in the parking lot of Shackles Club.

He starts to drive home and tells me to tell Him about the memory I had while I was eating my soup. I start the story: “Freshman in college. Blond-haired kid on my floor and I . . . “