The Alex Chronicles

When the car pulled up to pick me up, I was surprised to find out that Master wasn’t picking me up, but Michael. Uh-oh. I go get in the car and He says to me, “get in the back. Get naked and lay on the fucking floor, cunt. I got a message for you from your Master. He says to tell you that I’m your punishment for getting resentful about being used as a naked house slave.” He drives to the house and parks in the back.

“You know the drill, bitch. Crawl to the door and fucking wait for me.” Fortunately, he’s got the key to the back door and opens it. “Inside. Second left. Get in there and grovel.” I crawl in there and look around quickly. All sorts of bondage gear is stored there, I guess. Fearing Michael’s wrath, I throw myself down into groveling position and trembling, wait to see what He has in store for me.

I’m not surprised I’m getting punished. I knew there would be consequences for telling Master what I’d been thinking, But I also know that the consequences would have been so much worse if He had had to pull it out of me. And He wouldn’t have known, because if I hadn’t let go of all that anger and resentment by telling Him, I would have been carrying it around and it would have come out in ways that might have made things much worse. I learned that lesson already. Always better to speak up. Even knowing I’ll be punished for it. “Crawl over here, bitch, and kneel up, your back against the wall.”

He chains me to the wall. He wraps a chain collar around my neck and fastens that to the wall as well, so I’ve got no ability to move my head. Next He picks up this gag-like thing and sticks it in my mouth, forcing my mouth open taller and wider than ever and He fastens it to the back of the chain around my neck. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that any attempt to move my head actually ends up choking me.

Through all this, He hasn’t said a word to me. He opens His pants and His 7.5 inch dick is already hard and without further ado or any discussion whatsoever, He leans down, spits several times into my mouth bound open and then right away shoves His hard dick into my mouth and I have absolutely no ability to resist or fight Him off or move in any way that might give me any relief. For certain now, my throat is being raped worse than ever before and apparently, He really doesn’t care if I can breathe or not. “If you fucking pass out, faggot, I’m going to whip you. Don’t fucking try me, slave.”

I catch breath whenever I can, and keep telling myself not to panic when He’s so far down my throat that all breath is impossible and in addition to that, I’m expelling any air inside me by choking the way I can. And the onslaught continues right up to the point where I’m gagging so badly He’s afraid I might pass out for good, so He pulls out and goes and sits down on the other side of the room and watches my continued suffering. Tears and snot and saliva are pouring out of me and running down my face and chest. He’s merciless and brilliant: a horrifying combination.

After I’ve finally calmed down, He comes over to me and takes out the device keeping my mouth open, but does not wipe my face and chest. Then He stands back, takes out His camera, and takes a picture of me. “I’m sending this pic to your Master so He can decide how much more I can work your throat.” While he’s waiting for the response, he slaps my face several times, and I continue crying and sobbing.

“Stop the theatrics and listen to Me, slave. Listen to Me good: You’ve got to fucking learn what kind of a slave you are, boy. When the fuck are you going to realize that you have no right to indulge in resentment? What is it going to take? When your Master makes a decision about you, no matter what it might be, you have no option but to surrender and obey. That is where you find your peace, because you are a true slave. Stop overthinking things so much. Stop voting on what you’re told to do. Stop entertaining negative thoughts. Give up your will. Give up your resistance, dammit: you wanted this. You claim that you love your Master. So then, what the fuck is the problem? Be pleased with every single thing your Master arranges for your life. He gives careful thought to how He can make things harder for you, more humbling, more appropriate for an owned slave like you. Appreciate the way He plans what your life is going to look like.”

I’ve stopped crying and I’m listening to Him, kind of shocked. This is the first time Michael has ever spoken to me at any length, and He’s really letting me have a good dose of realism.

“Shit, alex: Billy has taken everything away from you that you had when you are not under the control of a Master. And you were frustrated and unhappy and had to put up with Doms who didn’t have the balls to press you down into the ground the way you deserve. the way you need.  Master does. Don’t forget that, bitch. Don’t forget your loneliness, your sense of desperation, your emptiness. Don’t forget how much you didn’t like your job. You are so much better off as a naked houseboy. At least you are bringing pleasure to another Superior Man. At least there is someone in the room with you who takes pleasure at the sight of you, naked and providing services. What is worse, cleaning a Superior’s toilet or kissing your old boss’s ass day in and day out? Come on, fucker, think like a slave. Think like what you are.”

“I also complain to Billy that He’s too soft on you. If you were mine, boy, you’d be eating special slave mush from a bowl on the floor twice a day. You’d be up at the ranch two or three times a month. I’d put you to work in the most menial, most disgusting jobs I could possibly find for you. You’d fucking sleep in a much tighter cage than the one you have now. I’d make sure your cock shrinks down to a useless nub. I’d hook you up to a throat-trainer every night of the week after you got home from work. You’d be swallowing an 8 inch cock made of silicone 100 times a night and you’d be getting flogged if you didn’t do it quickly enough. I’d let my friends fuck the shit out of you and you’d be drinking all their piss on a regular basis. And if you dared voice even one work of complaint, I’d have all your fucking teeth pulled out of your head. Wouldn’t need them anyway because all you’d ever eat is mush. And damn, if Billy ever got tired of you, I’d fucking snatch you up and teach you what it really means to be a slave and when I got tired of you, I’d just traffic you over to some Arab country where they place a premium on white slave boys or I’d turn you out into the streets of New York City, penniless, toothless and worthless. Think of that the next time you start feeling sorry for yourself.”

As He’s saying these last few things to me, Master walks into the room and stands there listening to Him read me the riot act.

“Fuck,” Billy says, “a white slave boy in Saudi Arabia with no hope of ever escaping. Turns me on just thinking of it. I bet they wouldn’t hesitate to make you bleed, boy. You’ve got it so easy here. Oh, and by the way: I decided to cancel the cooking class. I’ll have crick teach you how to cook and give it permission to take a switch to you if He thinks you need it. No. I want you out there fucking working naked serving well-heeled perverts with a lot of free time on Their hands to make sure you do a good job, unafraid to take a belt to your fucking ass. Michael, let the slave loose, if you don’t mind. Thank you for Your efforts to get through to it. I hope it takes everything You had to say to heart.”

Michael unchains me and I fall to the floor. “Lick Michael’s feet, boy. Show Him how grateful you are to Him for trying to knock some sense into you. When He’s done with you on His feet, get up on your knees and eat His ass until He says you’re done, to show Him how much you need to be ruled tough and how much you appreciate the way He helps me train you, then crawl upstairs and come find Me.”

Michael has nothing more to say to me as I slobber over His big feet and deliberately service Him with a newly-found sense of what it means to be a slave to these amazing Superior Men Who understand so much more about what it takes to control Me than I could ever imagine. He keeps me down there a long time and I have to fight not to slack off servicing Him. Finally He pushes me back with one of His feet, turns around and drops His pants. I kneel up and dive into His ass crack hoping He’ll be clean and give thanks that He is, although for the first time in my life I realize that it wouldn’t have mattered if He weren’t clean; I would clean Him like the pig that He wants me to become. At one point, He just walks away from me and goes to lean over one of the tables in the room, and I shuffle on over there and bury my face in His ass again, sucking and licking and doing everything I possibly can to let Him know that I am taking to heart everything He said to me, and meanwhile hoping to God that the day never comes when I end up becoming His slave. Finally, He stands up and says “Go to your Master,” pulls up His pants and leaves the room.

I make my way upstairs to find Master lying naked on the bed and watching a movie. “Get up here and suck my dick, boy. Take it all the way down. Show me how well Michael opened up that throat of yours.”

Although I am quite sore from the way Michael abused me, I do everything I can to show Master that I am eager to be able to deep throat Him no matter what discomfort it may possible cause me. After all, I am His slave. All thoughts of love are off the table right now. I am nothing but slave. He is Master. His cock is the way I show Him what I have become, and I service it with all the technique I’ve managed to learn since He took me into His service. At one point, He stops me and orders me to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed, and He moves over and sits on the side with His hard cock thrust out into the air. He points to it, and I get back on it and give Him the best blow job I think I have ever given anyone before in my life. He comes and pours Himself down my throat and holds my head in place while He softens.

Before long, I taste the first few drops of His piss flowing into my mouth and mindlessly, I just swallow. “That’s right, slave, take it the way a slave should. Drink down your Master’s piss, all the fluid flowing from His cock into your stomach like the wretched slut you are. Slaves like you drink their Master’s piss like fine wine and it makes them strong and even more eager to serve.” I fill my mouth and keep swallowing again. “That’s right, slave, show Me how much you want Me to possess all of you.”

It continues without letting up and there is no longer any thought of needing to be trained how to be His urinal, and , even though the thought horrifies me still, I am shocked to realize that I am actually getting pleasure out of being reduced to such an abysmal level of servitude. He keeps holding my head tightly even after He finishes. “Consider what you have become, alex. No longer any need to coax you. Just lose yourself in My service. Alex, you are My personal urinal whenever I want you to be. A truly degraded slave. Learn to love the taste of My piss, boy, because you are meant to become what I am making you into. My Fucking Urinal.

Enough now. Come up here and lie on your back.” I get up on the bed. Master chains my wrists and ankles to the bed and goes into His closet. He comes out with a large black bag and I tremble because I know what it contains. Clothespins.

“Maybe I have been too easy on you, slave. Only time will tell. I want you to know something right now, however. If you pass out from what I am doing, when you finally come to you will find that nothing has changed. You will wake up into the world of pain that you tried to escape from by passing out. I don’t care how long it will take. You are going to feel just how much you must suffer as My slave. This is practice, because I suspect that there will be much more of this at the gathering I am bringing you to on Saturday night, once you are legally bound to Me as My slave husband.”

He puts a blindfold on me, and the next thing I experience is the bite of a clothespin on my left nipple, and then two more on each side of the nipple, then the right one, then several across my chest. I start moaning. “Take it, bitch!” He says, and continues placing them on me. A couple in each armpit. Then, OMG, my scrotum, several. Then He feels around my body, searching for additional places where He can pin me, and now I am crying and sobbing and trying to say, “you own this slave, Master,” but, true to form, I do pass out. . . . . silence and darkness . . . .

As He predicted, I wake up to a nightmare of pain and scream out loud as He takes His riding crop and starts hitting me where the clothespins are already biting the daylights out of me.

Suddenly, the pain seems to drift away, and I am floating above my body and I hear His voice speaking to me gently, “You are my cocksucking piss-drinking urinal slave and I own every single inch of you. Only I can bring you to the space you are in at this moment. Always be grateful for what your Master can do to you because He owns you, body and mind and soul.”

I sink more deeply into sub space than I have ever been before, and, all of a sudden, I am hit by painful bites as He begins to remove the pins, and now all the pain comes back and I cry and sob and sink into a nightmare where it seems the pain will never end.

It does end, but it takes a good long time, and I am suspended, so aware that I am bound helpless and that my Master has shown me what He is capable of, and I understand that the only thing that will ever matter again in my life is whether or not He is pleased with His slave.

He speaks to me, quietly again. “I am not going to set you free tonight. You are one raw nerve right now and any motion will probably only make it worse.” He washes my face with a warm cloth. “Sleep now,” He says, gently. Tomorrow you will be serving two young Doms who live in a studio apartment on the other side of town. Not too much to clean, I imagine, but I know they will enjoy your service and make good use of your talents. I also know you will enjoy serving them because you are a slut with a taste for young meat and you will make sure you make Me proud. You will enjoy their hot bodies because you will give each of Them a complete tongue bath for as long as They want. Sleep now, slave. Sleep.”

He walks away. I have no idea where He is going or where He will sleep. My sobbing turns to hiccups, and then at some point I guess I fall asleep. This has been a difficult painful day. Such is the lot of Billy’s total subjugated slave.