The Alex Chronicles

He drives me down to my old apartment in New York. He’s planning to empty it out completely rather than looking for things for me to bring back with me. “I prefer that everything you had gets trashed so that you can make a complete break with your past. I prefer that you own nothing other than what I choose to give you. Is there anything in that apartment that holds an emotional bond on you, alex?”

I think things over. There’s a blanket my grandmother had knitted for me, and some pictures. Should I mention them?

“What are you thinking of, alex?”

“just a blanket my grandmother had knitted for me and some pictures, Master.”

“and if I don’t want you to keep them?”

“Then strip Your slave of those ties to the past, Master, as You wish.”

“Any pictures from when we were in school together?”

“No, Master. Just pics of family members and friends.”

“You can keep the blanket and use it when I lock you into your cage. The pictures will be tossed. Distractions that you don’t need so all your attention can be on Me and the life I decide for you to have. Tell me if you feel resentment.”

“No resentment, Master. Actually, Your slave is turned on by what You have decided. Just submission.”

“That pleases Me. And after all, I’m still allowing you to keep some friends, as long as they’re in the scene. As far as anybody else is concerned, you’re ancient history. Besides, those others would be disgusted if they knew how you drank My piss last night and then let Me whip you before you ate My ass. They wouldn’t understand what you’re becoming. So it’s better that you simply be dead to them.”

I take a deep breath. “Yes, Master. Kill my old life. Nothing but You exists now.”

“Of course you’ll be meeting other people and maybe even have new friends, but My preference is that new people in your life be like Mitchell; new people who have a chance to use you and keep you disciplined and debased. Those are the people who matter to you now, slave.”

What can I say to that? He has every nerve in my body on edge right now, clamoring to crawl under His feet and lose myself there. I stay silent and sink down into my slavery. My slavery. Hah! The only thing I’m allowed to possess now.

We ride in silence for a while. Master wisely knows that I need some time to let things settle down within me, to enter the depths of my new identity as His property, His slave, His possession.

“Tell me about Karl,” He says after a while.

“Actually, we met in a vanilla gay bar and hit it off right away. I had gone out that night with a dog collar on me, just wondering who I might attract if I stayed away from leather bars. He came over to me and said, “Shit, I wish I had the guts to go out wearing my collar the way you are, kid.” And from that, we started a conversation and hit it off. We shared a lot about experiences we had had. I told Him that I was looking for someone more permanent, not just someone to have scenes with, but he told me that scenes were all he wanted. He especially likes serving a Dom along with another sub and I had a couple of scenes with him, but it really isn’t my thing to have to share a Dom. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in touch, and we did a lot of texting and even went out to eat a couple of times when neither of us had anything better to do.”

“How did it turn out that you gave him a blow job, one sub blowing another?”

“I was in the backroom of the Eagle in the City one night and a Dom had me hooded and on my knees. There was a hole in the hood for my mouth and He announced that anyone who wanted could step up and shove his cock through the hole and He’d make sure I gave them a good bj. So this one guy stepped up and shoved his dick in my mouth and I did what I was told to do. Nice dick. Not too big. He came pretty fast, and as He was coming He called out, ‘My buddy just gave Me the best bj I’ve had in a long time,’ and I knew it was Karl. I pulled off the hood and punched him in the stomach with my head and He bent over me hysterical and the two of us fell on the floor laughing. The Dom got pissed at me, but by that point I didn’t care. So anyway, I know Karl has a nice dick and he knows that I give a good blow job. He’s teased me about it a lot, but it’s all in good fun.”

“If I wasn’t against the idea of you getting blow jobs without being in pain, I’d try to work it out so that Karl can return the favor. Maybe I’ll get him to blow you some night while I’m whipping your ass, boy.”

“that would be fine with me, Master. Whatever You want.”

“Of course. That goes without saying. So anyway, I’m going to check out the apartment but I don’t want you going there ever again. I called Phil this morning and made arrangements for you to go to lunch together. You know where Alec’s Café is, right?”

“Yes, Master. Never been there before because it’s kind of pricey.”

“That’s My concern, not yours, boy. Go meet him there and you two have a nice time together. I’ll call him when I want you back to meet me at the bank so we can finish up closing your accounts and signng the funds over to me.” He gives me 3 $100 bills to cover lunch and a credit card in case it’s not enough. “Look at the credit card, boy. See what name is on it.”

I take a look and can’t believe my eyes! The name on the card is “alex s. Wiggins.” “Don’t get any ideas, boy. You will not hold the card. I’ll give it to you when I want you to use it and only then.”

“Master, my middle name is Michael.”

“I don’t care what the fuck your name used to be. You’re just lucky I put alex on the card and not just 15. The s. stands for “slave’. That suits you better, boy.”

“Yes, Master. Thank You for getting this slave the card with its new name.”

“Figured it was about time. So have a nice lunch. And by the way, Karl is meeting you there as well, and also your friend Barry, whom you haven’t gotten around to telling Me about. We’ll take care of that later.”

“Yes, Master. This slave is sorry for not telling You about Barry yet. Thank You for inviting my friends to have lunch with me.”

“We’ll settle up about Barry when we get home tonight,” He says in an ominous voice and I know I’m in for it later. “And no alcohol for you at lunch, boy. No meat, either.”

“Yes, Master.”

The Café is only two blocks from my apart-----oops, from where I used to live when I was a free man. When I get there, I see that my friends are already seated and are waiting for me. They’re each enjoying cocktails. When I sit down, the waiter asks what I’d like to drink. “Iced tea, please,” I tell him.

“What, no cocktail?” asks Barry. “No. My Master told me I couldn’t have alcohol with lunch.”

“Wow. Strict,” he remarks.

“You don’t know the half of it, dude,” says Phil.

“What do you mean?” asks Barry.

“Our little friend’s Master invented the meaning of the word ‘strict,” explains Phil. ‘’

Karl chimes in. “He might be strict, but he’s fucking marrying the boy on Friday.”

“Really?” asks Barry. “This relationship must be working out just fine. Kind of strange to be getting married so soon, though.”

“Well, not really, Barry. We went to school together and I’ve been pining away for Him for over ten years now, only I didn’t realize that He was going to be the Master I’ve always been searching for. So why wait? And besides that, He’s really concerned for My well-being if anything should happen to Him, because I’m not allowed to own anything at all and this afternoon I’m signing all my assets over to Him, as pitiful as they may be. He wants me naked and penniless. In fact, as we’re sitting here, He’s in the process of clearing out everything in my old apartment and trashing it all. He wants me to have no connections with my former life except for friends.”

Phil raises an eyebrow at me. “I’ll bet He has an ulterior motive insisting on marriage right away. There’s something you’re not telling us, dude. Out with it!”

“Fuck you, Phil. But you’re right. According to my Master, once we’re married it means that He legally owns me in addition to sexually.”

“Owns you?” asks Barry.

“Yes. He’s big on the symbolism of it all. Ownership. I’m His slave. He owns me. I’m His property as far as He’s concerned.”

“I get that you guys play Master/slave, but I never heard of such a thing as ownership before, have you guys?” Barry’s a little overwhelmed with the whole idea.

The waiter comes by to take their appetizer orders, so that discussion is put on hold for a while. They all order. I ask for baked brie, a favorite of mine.

“Barry,” corrects Phil, “they’re not playing at anything. It’s not like some roleplay in a club or back room somewhere like we do. As far as Billy is concerned, what is going on between them is totally real. 24/7. alex has no rights, no freedom, no assets, and very little dignity. I know for sure. I saw the welts on his back and ass at the club the other night.”

“Welts? He hits you that hard?” Barry is incredulous.

“Barry,” says Phil, “he’s into it. Our brother is a real masochist, a pain pig.”

“Wow. I like getting spanked sometimes, as long as it doesn’t go too far, but you must get whipped or something?”

“Yes, Barry, all the time. But a good Master always respects a sub’s or slave’s limits. Just like if a Dom is spanking you, He’s not going to do it any harder than you can handle and you usually have some kind of safe word or something to put a stop to it, right?”

“Oh sure. But I’m a baby.”

“Well, you’re new at this,” says Karl. “It takes time to develop tolerances. The real fun is when a Dom can take you a little bit beyond where you’ve ever been before. That’s the best experience.”

“So you do have safe words,” asks Barry.

“Sure. But sometimes, if I’m being punished, then Master will take them away from me and it becomes a real punishment. And that is hot as hell even though I hate it at the time. But Master believes strongly that corporal punishment is a great way to motivate and train a slave, and let me tell you , it works! Usually if Master punishes me for something I did, I never make that mistake again.”

Karl asks, “alex, give us an example of something you’ve been punished for by your Master.”

“A big thing is jumping to conclusions and then setting my mouth off. Then I get the strap.”

“Strap?” asks Barry.

“Yes, a very thick strap, like a razor strap. And it huts like hell and I usually end up crying. That’s the thing I get punished for the most, but I’m getting better at holding back and not paying too much attention to my mind when I start getting weird about stuff. Another thing He punishes me for is holding something back from Him, having something on my mind and not telling Him before He has to tell me to.”

“I don’t think I could ever let someone do that to me,” says Barry.

Phil answers him, “But you’re only a beginner sub. There aren’t too many guys around who are in relationships so deep that punishment is real and not just a play thing. But Billy and alex are very serious about what they’re doing, and Billy takes seriously His responsibility to train alex to be exactly the kind of slave He wants.”

“Intense.”

Karl adds, “Yes, it is intense. But I’ve seen alex in a lot of bdsm settings like back room bars and clubs, and I can attest to the fact that he is indeed intense. In fact, most of the scenes he’s had that I’ve seen always seemed to leave him a little frustrated and disappointed because they either stopped too soon or didn’t get deep enough.”

alex speaks up. “In fact, Billy had been stalking me at Shackles—the bdsm club we belong to---He was just checking me out to see what I was into, and He told me that He realized that I definitely was looking for a Master Who could rule me and rule me hard, and that the scenes I was getting involved in were somewhat disappointing to me because the Doms couldn’t really get into my head the way I needed them to. It’s all different with Billy. He gets it. He gets me. And He gets into how much I need Him to train me and discipline me, and take care of me. I love Him so much.”

“that’s so nice to hear you say, alex,” says Barry. “I’m glad you’re finding what you’ve always been looking for. I’m happy for you.”

“thanks, Barry, so don’t be upset or frightened about things you might hear about my life with Billy. I have never ever been happier than I am right now, even with welts on my body.”

They all giggle at this. The waiter comes by to take their meal orders. All three of them order the beef tenderloin. Alex orders baked scallops and shrimp.

“I’m surprised you didn’t get the tenderloin,” says Phil. “it’s legendary in this town.”

“Master said I couldn’t have meat,” alex explains.

“Why is that?” asks Barry.

“No reason other than He always restricts me in some way to remind me of what I am at all times.”

“Meaning?” asks Barry.

“To remind him that he’s a slave and not a free man. Free men order whatever they want. Slaves don’t usually get much choice,” explains Karl.

“When the two of us are out to eat, Master always orders for me, so this is actually a treat even though I can’t have meat.”

“Under control,” explains Phil. “Barry, you’re pretty new at this, so don’t walk away with the idea that most Dom/sub or Master/slave relationships are like alex’s. He’s just in the advanced class when it comes to kink.”

“Well, I think there’s something very hot about it, but I wouldn’t want to follow in your footsteps, dude,” says Barry.

Karl has an idea. “What we need to do is have all of us to get together sometime to see the way they interact with each other. it’s really quite interesting, and hot as hell!”

“I’ll bring it up to Master next time we have a free conversation.”

“free conversation?” Barry has another question.

Phil explains, “a time when they speak openly and alex can say anything he wants to or ask anything he wants to without having to worry about protocol or getting punished for what he’s saying.”

“Ah, I get it.” says Barry.

“I’m going to get punished tonight when we get home,” says alex, “because I never got around to telling Master about my friendship with you,” he says to Barry. “He told me He’d deal with that when we get home tonight.”

“why didn’t you?”

“Just slipped my mind because we’ve only been friends for a little while.”

“Well, I’m insulted, and you should get your ass whipped for forgetting me,” says Barry.

Phil laughs out loud. “Now you’re getting the idea, Barry. Good for you!”

The delightful meal time goes along in the same vein until during desert and coffee, Phil’s phone rings.

“It’s Billy,” he says to alex.

“Answer it, please. He probably is ready for me to meet Him at the bank. See if He’ll allow me to speak with Him.”

Phil says a few words and then hands the phone to alex. “Master, they’ve just brought the desert and coffee. . . . . . . yes, Sir . . . thank You, Master. Twenty minutes?  Yes, Master.”

The guys look at me quizzingly. “I have about 15 minutes then I have to walk to the bank.” I summon the waiter and ask Him to settle up the check because I’m going to have to leave for an appointment. He brings me the check. $240. I give him the $300 and tell him to keep the change. 25% tip is good. He thanks me and walks away.

“alex,” Phil says, “Please convey our gratitude to your Master. This was wonderful. You might be a penniless slave, but your Master takes real good care of you, boy.”

“Don’t I know it, Phil.”

I hurriedly eat my desert and enjoy my coffee before saying goodbye to everyone and heading down to the bank.

Master sits with me at the manager’s desk. The manager is a bit concerned about what I’m asking him to do, transfer all of my funds from all of my accounts to the account number that Billy gives him. Billy explains, “We’re getting married on Friday and all our assets will be in this joint account.” The manager readily understands and congratulates the two of us.

We head home. What I just did hits me harder than I expected, and I’m kind of in a somber mood. Master allows it to be for a while. AS soon as we leave the town limits and are on the highway heading back to CT, He speaks to me. “I want you naked.”

I strip and sit with my legs spread as I’ve been trained to do.

“this is perfect right now. You are naked and penniless. You have nothing. I have taken everything from you and stripped you and from now on, you will only have what I decide you can have at any particular moment. If I were to dump you off on the side of the highway right now, you would be a homeless naked destitute beggar. However that will not happen because I have claimed you for Myself. You are my naked, penniless slave and I own you. You are my property. A total cocksucking piss-drinking whipping boy slave. no rights. no dignity. nothing to do except to obey Me in all things at all times. And when we get home, you are getting the strap for neglecting to inform me about your friend Barry.”

“Yes, Master. I am sorry for not informing You about Barry, Master. I deserve to be punished.”

“And you will be. Five lashes with the strap across the back of your thighs, slave. That should help you remember to never keep anything from Me. Now tell me about Barry.”

Barry became my friend only about nine months ago when Karl introduced him to me one night when we had dinner together. He’s four years younger than Karl and I, and is beginning to get interested in becoming a sub. Karl has been showing him around some of the places we usually go to. A couple of times, it seems, Barry has ended up on his knees sucking the cocks of Doms who often play with Karl, so he is becoming a brother sub. One of Karl’s regular Doms brought him home one night and helped him explore his desire to be submissive. From what Karl told me, the Dom in question was fairly gentle with Barry, but gave him enough of a taste of things to convince Barry that he wants to explore further. He got his first spanking that night and the Dom was pleased with how he took it and also with how naturally obedient he was as an oral sub and thinks he has potential. He hasn’t been to the clubs yet, but has been going to the Eagle and has had a couple of scenes serving a Dom alongside Karl. Karl really likes serving along with another sub, so that works out perfectly for them. It is also a way of providing Barry with a certain degree of safety as he continues to explore his submissive nature.”

“Master, he was very curious about our relationship tonight and asked a lot of questions. At first, he seemed a bit uncomfortable, especially when Phil told him he saw all the welts on this slave’s body at the club the other night, but as time went on, he started to seem more comfortable. He is somewhat surprised about what he called the ‘intensity’ of our bond, but Phil and Karl helped him understand that what we have isn’t very common in the world we inhabit.”

“The reason it isn’t common, boy, is because most of the really intense Master/slave relationships are not often publically visible. I know Master/slave couples who have been together for 20, 30, even 40 years in one case. You will eventually get to meet some of these couples, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we will meet other couples who are like us when we go to Spike’s gathering on Saturday night”

“Enough about that. I want to punch you in the balls I own, boy. Concentrate on sitting up straight and taking the pain without bending over. If you do well, I’ll cut your punishment down to three lashes instead of five, but if you don’t sit up straight I might even increase your punishment to six lashes. It’s all up to you, slave. And silence from here until I give you permission to speak again.”

We drive along for a while and sure enough, He slams me in the balls and I manage to take it without bending down because I’ve wrapped my hands around the back of the seat like the last time He beat me this way. All together He punches my balls five times and I’m sobbing by the time we get home.

“I like hearing you sob, alex. You might be naked and penniless, but still you have the ability to please Me when you put your mind to it. You will receive three lashes with the strap instead of five. Now get out of the car and crawl naked to the back door like the lowly slave you are.”