The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 60

Heading Home. 

Everything’s packed up and the van is loaded but before we leave Master still wants to have a little bit of fun with His slave. I’m naked on my back, arms and legs bound to the sides of the bed and Master has taken off my cage. Uh-oh.

He leads over my face and kisses me and begins to lick my entire face and gets it good and wet. “that face is Mine, boy. It’s so cute, so hot. I love seeing the love in your eyes, I love seeing the tears flowing down your cheeks, I love seeing what happens when you need to cry out after a bit of discipline. I love everything about your face, alex. And sometimes, I love slapping it. Can I do that to you, boy?”

“Master, please slap Your slave in the face. Master’ please claim Your slave. Master, please enjoy Your slave however You want.

I get ten slaps across my face which bring tears to my eyes but still I say, “thank You, Master, for reminding this slave that You have total power over it. I love You, Master Billy.”

“Got few surprises for you before we leave, boy,” He says, with an evil sneer on His face, as He goes to get the crop off the dresser. Everything’s been loaded into the van except for this crop. He grazes my nipples and then lashes them hard! “they’re YOURS, Master,” I cry out.

“Everything is mine, alex,” He replies. “You know, Michael is always getting on my case that I’m too soft on you, that I spoil you. He thinks I should just stop being nice to you for a few days to see what might happen.”

“Master, I will love You no matter what You do or don’t do to me. You make me want to be Your whipping boy, Your toy, Your urinal, Your cocksucker, Your pussy. All of it. All of me for You, Master.”

“Good. Let’s see if you can keep saying that,” He says, as He lays lashes from the crop all over my chest and then the place above my groin where pubes would be if He didn’t shave me. It really hurts to get hit there, but it makes me cry out all the more, “You own all of this slave, Master. I love You, Master. I love the pain You give your slave so it can prove its love for you.”

“Well then, something new, boy,” He says, as he begins to whip the daylights out of my cock and balls. I strain against my bonds as I want to double over from the pain when He hits my balls hard with that crop, but I can’t more. I scream out! He keeps hitting me. “All Yours, Master. Please, Master. Please help me to take the pain!”

“Still love Me, boy?”

“Oh, Yes, OUCH! Yes, Master, Your slave loves You even when You torture it.”

He puts down the crop and gently starts toying with my balls and then my cock, and, for the first time in days, my cock is free to get hard and He enjoys slapping it back and forth, and the more He slaps it, the harder it gets.

“Have a surprise for you, boy.”

“Please, Master, give Your boy whatever You want to give  it!”

Suddenly, much to my amazement, Master swallows my dick and begins sucking me. He stops and says, “Think about Eugene whipping you and driving you like a common slave at the ranch, boy. Think about those moments when you feel like a real slave with no hope of escape. Think about how they made you pick up horseshit in your hands while they kept hitting you. Think of all of that. Think of the way They bound you to the fence. Imagine me coming to you and using my belt on your, whipping you all over so the guys at the ranch could see what kind of slave you are.”

And He goes down one me and I close my eyes. “They made me work so hard, Master, and the sweat was pouring off me but still They kept smacking me and Eugene called me a filthy faggot and took His crop to me, making me pull a heavy load and I fell to the ground and He beat me until I got up again and He screamed at me that I was a lazy worthless piece of shit and He kneed me in the balls and laughed at me when I fell to the ground again.” and all this time, Master is giving me a sweet blow job, the first I have ever received from Him.

“Let me go back there, Master, please? Let me do hard work there naked with the guys standing around watching me and giving me lashes. Let Them cum on me again and have it mix with my sweat and drip off me, Master, oh fuck, You are making your slave feel so good, Master. Oh fuck, Master, Your boy is going to blow its load! Oh holy shit Master, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH Master.”

He swallows me down and then licks me clean, and then cages me up again, while giving me that smile that makes me melt. I am breathing heavily and still shaking from the orgasm He gave me.

“This will be our secret, slave. If you ever tell anyone, it will never happen again. I promise you.”

“Not a word, Master. But thank You so much for this surprise, Master. I promise to be the best slave any Master has ever had, Master. I will do anything for You, Master. Anything. You own this slave, Master.”

Billy unclips my arms and legs and I immediately reach up to Him, craving the hugs He gives me that flood my entire being with warmth and goodness. So safe in His arms, I am. So complete. So protected. And yet, still so subservient to any desire or command He wants to give me. I rest in the hug and close my eyes, and He puts His mouth to mine and sucks in my tongue so that I can taste the remnants of my own seed. Every good thing I have ever hoped for comes true in His arms as I drink from His mouth and He pours His essence into me. Times like this fill me with strength and with the firm resolve to surrender all control of my life to Him. This might sound really weird, but I’m going to say it anyway: right here, right now, in His arms, I know that God loves me. Right here, right now, in His arms, I know that at last I have found what I have been searching for, and now I am complete. I can’t say these things to my Master because I don’t really have the right words to express it, but, as He holds me and kisses me, I really grasp that He understands how much I need Him in order to continue existing, that without Him, I would be at the mercy of desires that would lead me into terrible danger.

I cling more tightly. “Oh my,” He says, “I understand you, sweetheart. I realize how much you need Me to own you, to possess you, to conquer you in all ways. But let go for now, My sweet boy; it’s time for us to leave this place and to move on to the rest of our lives together. Now get up and go through the cabin and make sure that we aren’t leaving anything behind. I”ll bring the crop and the strap with me; you get everything else.”

He gets up from the bed and takes out things for me to wear; a long-sleeved cotton shirt and a pair of carpenters’ pants with a bib that goes up over my shoulders. He tells me to wear my socks and boots and, after checking everything in the cabin to go and wait for Him by the van.

As we drive off the property, I remember how He stripped me naked and had me crawl over the property line so that I could be naked and penniless (as He says) as I crossed over to the territory of the cabin. I also remember the second time it happened, when He degraded me, covered me with His own piss, and drove me across the line with His whip. To be honest, the second time was a lot hotter than the first, and it helped me let go of much of my desire to be in control.

Now we leave the property and go back into the real world, and I have absolutely no idea what life will be like “out there” and it doesn’t matter: I know He would tell me to just settle down and stop anticipating and surrender my old desires to know everything that is going on. He doesn’t need to tell me this any longer. I know what is required of His slave, and I care for nothing other than to await the next thing He will have me do to please Him. That is all that matters.

“I’m stopping to see Spike on our way home,” He tells me. “I want to order a cage for the house with the same dimensions and special equipment as the new one Michael brought us for the cabin. I plan to keep it in My bedroom for when I would rather sleep alone. While there, you will service Him if He so desires. Otherwise, you will remain silent while we are there.”

“Yes, Master.”

“After that we’ll be stopping in My hometown to get an application for a marriage license. I want your name changed legally as soon as possible. I’m still allowing you to retain the name ‘alex’ because it pleases me and reminds me of our younger days. However, I am assigning you a different name to be used by other folk in the bdsm community. ‘alex’ will be private between you and Me.”

“May this slave ask a question, Master?”

“No need to ask. I’ll tell you your official slave name for outsiders. It is ’15.’ A number rather than a name to further emphasize the fact that you are My property with a kind of serial number. I’ve chosen ‘15’ because that is how old you were when you first had a peek at My cock. Sometimes, when we are in public, I will be using your new name. ‘alex’ refers to our private love affair. This will be a convenient arrangement. When I wish to emphasize that you are a slave, I will use ‘15’==so it will be a clear signal to you that there is no room for fooling around. In addition to that, 15 is only allowed to speak when asked a direct question by Me or another Dom or Master. You probably missed it, but when I added you to My Shackles membership, I listed you as ‘15’ already, so this is something I’ve been thinking about for a long time, boy. One further thing: since you are now known as ’15,’ that is also the number of lashes you will be given when I decide either to punish you or to simply beat you for My own enjoyment. So from now on, the only Person in your life who will call you ‘alex’ are family, personal gay friends, and Me. Do you understand all this, alex?”

“Yes, Master, and this slave is feeling humiliated and aroused and grateful. It is a way of You to be giving this slave a clear signal about the role You want it to adopt, much as when this slave calls You “Daddy,” You immediately soften and get more affectionate.”

Billy laughs! “Is that so, boy?”

“All the time, Master.”

“How about when you call Me ‘Billy’?”

“Just that protocol is more relaxed and I am not afraid to have conversations with You, Sir.”

Billy laughs again. “Understood. This is very cool. We can signal so much to each other simply by the titles we use, and no one else need know how we are communicating. Just keep in mind that from now on, everybody in Shackles, with Spike and His friends, and even Michael and Robert will be calling you 15 all the time so there is nothing to be interpreted there, except for the fact that you are a slave and that you are groveling, even if it is only mental. Anything else you’d like to say or ask, alex?”

“hnmmm … I don’t think I’ve ever met a slave who is identified by a number before.”

“It’s not very common here, yet, but quite common in California and some countries in Europe. You’ll be seeing more and more of it, especially when the guys at Shackles find out about what I’m naming you. I tend to be a trend-setter. I’m sure others will pick up the custom and use it themselves.”

“Most likely, Billy. What if I’m really in a deep slave mood and need appropriate treatment from You? Is there a way I might be able to give You a signal, or will it be just by behavior?”

“Let me think. Be silent for now.” He continues to drive. Finally, He speaks: “Well, if out of the clear blue sky you suddenly address Me as ‘Master’ I’ll know what mental state you are in and then will decide whether or not I will feed your need at that time.”

“Understood, Sir. this slave admires the power of Your mind, Sir.”

“As much as the power of My lash?”

“Can’t compare apples and oranges, Sir.”

Billy chuckles. “Actually, if you think about it, boy, there is a strong connection between My mind and My lash. Consider how I’ve been treating you; not brutally, but also not soft, always playing around your limits, and it’s also easy to read you because you don’t fake reactions to pain. I always hate it when a sub makes believe it’s hurting. But now you. Like I’ve told you, you could never be a poker player. It is very easy for Me to read you. It always has been. Even back in 10th grade when the whole class saw you stand up with a hard-on when you were about to get your ass whipped with Brother’s strap. And you didn’t cry out then.”

“No, but He really didn’t hit me very hard. I think He was deliberately being gentle with me because I had just suffered so much embarrassment. But, if you remember, some of the boys in the class got it hard and heavy. Remember that poor guy who got 15?

“Ha. there’s your name again. Yes, I do remember. Paul, or Phil, or something like that. And he took it without breaking up much.”

“that’s probably because he got beat a lot at home by his father, so he had been toughened up.”

“that’s right.Tthey’d never be able to get away with that now, though!”

“Too bad. It was good for a lot of boys. Nowadays kids get away with far too much. As You well know, Sir corporal punishment can be used to motivate better behavior . . . if it works with me, it must work for a lot of people who will never know and therefore can so easily get themselves in trouble.”

“We’re here. Speaking of corporal punishment, behave yourself. Silence. Obey anything He tells you to do.”

Billy attaches a leash to my collar and once He gets me out of the car, leads me up the stairs to Spike’s studio and knocks on the door.

“Billy! So good to see you. Come on in. Have You decided there is something new You’d like to try out?

“Well, yes. The cage Michael picked up from you a while back, would you be any chance have another one that same size in stock?”

“No, Billy, I’m sorry. In fact, that was the very last cage I had in stock. There’s not much call for them yet. But I can order exactly the same thing for you; it would probably take less than 2 weeks to arrive.”

“Okay. I’ll have Michael and Robert pick up the cage from the cabin and bring it My house, and when the second one comes, that can be delivered to the cabin. That will work out fine. Could I have it delivered to my home in Connecticut?

“Of course, Billy. Just fill out the info on the order sheet. Meanwhile, I’ll keep Your slave entertained.”

“15. Strip! “ to Spike: “I’ve renamed it.”

“Good for you. One often hears slave names like that on the West Coast, in Britain, and in Germany. Maybe you’ll start a new trend here.”

Billy chuckles. “as a matter of fact, . . . . . . one of my friends said the same thing to me. We’ll see what happens.”

“Well, knowing You, Billy, You’ve probably worked out a whole hierarchy of names.”

Billy smiles coyly. “So what do I need to fill out? . . . “15! Down!”

“Come into the office and I’ll set you up. It shouldn’t take too long. Just fill in the personal stuff and I’ll take care of the ordering info.”

Spike claps Billy on the back and leads Him to the office.

Spike comes back and says to me, “15 . . . stand up!”

As I stand up, Spike is putting on a pair of black leather gloves.

Once they’re on, He lightly slaps my face with each hand a few times, then begins to run them down my both. It feels so hot, with those gloves. He stops at my nipples, and I figure I’m safe because He couldn’t possibly torture a nipple with those gloves on. True . . . . . but He has teeth! And He nibbles on the left one and lightly bites it, and then moves over to the right one and does the same. Then back to the left and this time He really begins to increase the pressure, and just when I’m about to cry out, He stops an moves to the right. Then back again and each time he bites harder and I yell out.

He says nothing but just stops doing that. He moves down the rest of my torso, slapping me below the navel and really making it sting. Then He hand goes down to my balls and He wraps His fingers around the entire sac and proceeds to smack me there with His other hand, each time harder until finally He has made me double over and just then, Master walks into the room and sees me and says, “What have I tried to teach you about doubling over when your balls are hit! Hit the slave again, Spike, as hard as you’d like.”

The blow isn’t as bad as I feared it would be but I still had to really fight to keep standing up straight while my insides are being all twisted up from the pain. Tears come to my eyes.

“You know, Spike, it’s the only way these fucking slaves learn. I’ve been through this several times with 15, and it always seems to forget.”

“that’s because bending over is an instinct all men have. It will take a long time to change the instinct. But you do well to make it take another blow so it can practice fighting the instinct. Be patient.”

“Hey, Spike, thanks for the encouragement. And here’s the order form.”

Spike looks it over and nods. “Excellent. And by the way, we are having a get together this coming Saturday night (Today is Tuesday). Would you like to give us a try?”

“Sounds good and I know I’m free that evening. I’ll look forward to it.”

“And if You would like, we can always arrange for You do give a demonstration about training a slave not to bend down when struck on the balls.”

“I’ll have to let you know that night. You know how it is.”

“We All know how it is, Billy. You’ll be fine. We would really like it if you decided to become a regular part of our group.”

“well thanks for the shot in the arm, Spike. So where are you meeting that night?”

“You’ll get an email about it about 4 pm Saturday. That’s when everyone is notified about location.”

“Sounds mysterious and sinister . . . I love it!” laughs Billy. “15 . . . get dressed! No boots though. Stay barefoot!”

So I throw on my two garments and bend down to pick up my boots. Master and Spike say goodbye and He opens the door and leads me out to the car. As soon as we’re both seated, Master leans over and kisses me on the cheek. So, alex, let’s go get our marriage license!”

My heart swells when I hear Him call me alex. Another surprise. After being called “15”  all that time it felts so very good to hear Master call me alex. I never anticipated that this would have its advantages.