The Alex Chronicles

Chapter 69

The “Gathering”

There is a long driveway leading up to the opulent house where we are gathering. Billy enters the driveway from the road and stops the car a little way towards the house. He turns to me and asks me “Are you sure you are ready to play the role you have to play tonight? Because if you’ve not, I’ll turn the car around and take you home and make passionate love to you all night. No harm done. I’ll call Spike on the way home and tell Him that I changed my mind about doing this with you.”

I take a deep breath. “Billy, there are a lot of things about this that sound like they’re going to be really hot. And I’ve been thinking about it since You woke me up in my cage and I’m ready. I’ve been psyching my mind up to go deep down into sub space and be the piece of property slaves are required to be at this affair. I’ll be fine. And if I’m not for any reason, I know that You will pick up on it right away, so I have nothing to fear. But if I can get down inside my inner slave I will be able to make You really proud of Your slave and You will be respected by all the Masters in this group. That’s my goal tonight. To show everyone here how well You’ve trained me and how You’ve broken my proud spirit and turned me into what You want me to be.”

“Baby, you know that I love you. Please don’t forget that tonight, no matter how much I might have to degrade you. I want you to have a good time, too, and if I know you’re really getting into it, I’ll be happy and love you all the more. So let’s do this.” He grabs my hand and we punch our fists high and He kisses me on my knuckles. He drives to the back of the house as instructed. Someone comes to open my door and says “follow me, slave.” I get out of the car and enter the house where I see several naked boys kneeling on the floor. Some are caged and the ones that aren’t cages have their hands bound so they can’t touch themselves. All of them are completely hooded so I can’t see any faces but they can all see mine. They don’t look uncomfortable; they’ve been doing this for a while, I guess. The oldest guy here, or at least the guy who looks like he’s the oldest, comes over to me and helps me strip then shoves my clothes in a locker that has the number 15 on it and pushes me to the door and makes me kneel down.. No one speaks. I guess we’re already not allowed to. No chance to get to know one another or anything like that. But why would we want to? We’re all property; everyone except for me has his face completely hidden by the hood; we’ve all obviously been beaten recently because we bear the marks of our Master’s straps and whips; and I’m not really sure there is such a thing as a “we” when referring to the slaves all kneeling in this room. All sizes and shapes and ages. All made into Inferior Persons by the way their heads are bound hiding their identities from one another.

The door opens and Master comes to me and clips a leash to my collar and then walks away pulling on the leash and I am forced to go down on all fours and crawl after Him in silence and with my head bowed. The assembled Masters were speaking to one another, but when Billy leads me into the room they mumble quietly to one another. Spike is there and He orders me to kneel up and then stand up. He clips my wrists to my collar and lifts up my chin so they can all stare at my face. There are 12 Masters in the room, 11 plus my Master. Each of the eleven comes to stand face to face with me and looks deeply into my eyes, and I begin to feel like I’m being mind-fucked by all of them. There is something about the assembled testosterone and Masterly attitudes which is like electricity in the room. After the 11th Master is finished looking at me, He orders me to lower my eyes and bow my head.

Now each of the 11 walks up to me again and reaches out to handle my genitals. Some are gentle; some are not. A couple strike my balls and thanks to Master’s training I have learned to take the pain without breaking my posture. A couple pull on them. One pulls so hard and it forces me to bend my knees, and He practically pulls my balls all the way down to the floor. When He lets go, Spike slaps my ass hard and orders me to stand up straight. Each of them walks by again and slaps me either on the face or on my chest. One slaps my cock hard which causes me to grunt. Spike strikes me again and yells, “Silence!” Then He tells me to kneel.

He gives me the instruction: “slave, as each of us stands before you with His cock out, you will do whatever you have to do with your mouth and your tongue to make sure He is hard as a rock and is able to shove His Masterly cock into your mouth and down your throat. When He is satisfied with how your mouth is accepting His mastery over you, He will withdraw and the next Master will step up. By the time we get through a few, we will mostly be hard, and then each of us can claim your throat and feel you serve Him until He is satisfied. I will be the first.”

I’ve sucked Spike’s cock before in the studio so it is no surprise to me. I make love to it with my lips out of respect for Him and it doesn’t take long before His hard cock is buried all the way down my throat and I hold it there until He pulls it away from me. The second Master steps up. He is uncut and I always find it especially humiliating to have to play with the foreskin of an uncut man. I do what I hope is satisfactory and notice Him quickly getting hard. He is larger than Spike and when He shoves His cock down my mouth I choke. He pushes deeper into me but doesn’t hold Himself there for too long.

I am aware that they are all watching me be degraded this way and that it has a quasi-religious feeling to it as I am initiated in this humiliating way. One after another approaches, and after the 4th one They are all hard and ready to quickly fuck my mouth and throat and I learn of the vast variety of shapes and sizes and tastes of all the Masters in the room, wondering if I will be required to service any of them to orgasm during the evening. Quickly I drove those thoughts out of my head and remember that my goal is to make Master honored among them all, and that fuels my openness to the invasions and the humbling effect of holding eleven hard cocks in my mouth over the course of probably only five or six minutes at best. No matter. Once it’s done, the doors open again and now each of the hooded and masked slaves crawls into the room and finds its place at the feet of its Master. The Masters begin speaking to one another, and use first names. Several congratulate Master on having found and trained a good looking and well behaved slave, but emphasizes the words so far. They all step up to the bar and fix themselves drinks or water or whatever They desire. Master takes  a bottle of water and orders me to look up and open my mouth. He fills His mouth with water and then, standing above me, He lets the water drip from His mouth onto my face, most of it landing in my mouth and I swallow it. He does it three times, then takes His own drink.

One of the Masters approaches Him and expresses His admiration for what He just saw Master do. Master turns to Him and says, “As much as possible, I prefer that anything this slave drinks comes from My mouth or My cock, and everything it eats comes from My fingers, so that it knows all it has comes from its Master and from no where else.” I tremble inside to hear Him admit publicly that His slave has been trained as a urinal. Spike comes over and congratulates Master on how quickly He managed to piss train this piece of property, and tells the others how recently He acquired me and began my training.

One Master comes to us and asks Master if He might have a chance to toy with the slave’s nipples and Master agrees. He comes right up to me and touches each nipple with a hand and begins to roll it between two of His fingers and looks to Master, Who nods and says, “give it all you want, My friend.” The Master immediately increase the pressure and very slowly, very gradually, turns each nipple into a blazing point of pain. He speaks to me: “Don’t hold back, bitch. Let us hear your pain. That’s why you’re here. Respect me with your cries when I bear down on these nubs on your worthless body.” And He continues to roll and squeeze and OMG the pain is even greater than what I experienced earlier with those new clamps, and I begin to whimper and the Master looks at me and spits into my face and continues to torture me as He pulls the nipples down, forcing me to fall on my knees again. Then He lets go and slaps my face and walks away. Another man walks up with a wooden ruler and slaps it hard and quick over each tortured nub and the pain makes me cry out the loudest so far. I’m not the only one making noise, however. I hear slaps and grunts and cries and the sound of implements of all sorts striking flesh and boys crying out, a lot of spitting is taking place as well as face slapping. One of the men really gets into that and brings tears to my eyes as He slaps my face back and forth over a dozen times. I struggle to say “thank you, Master,” but then remember that we slaves are not allowed to speak. One older slave happened to forget itself and says a couple words. I didn’t hear the words but I did hear the slave’s Master scream at Him and order Him to lay over the flogging stool on one side of the room. The slave dejectedly goes over and takes permission. its Master walks over swinging a cane. I can’t see it from where my head is bowed, but I hear its swish through the air and then the sound of it hitting slave ass and the slave crying out in a loud voice as it receives six lashes. “Remember to keep your fucking mouth shut, pig, because if you slip again you’ll get a dozen. I fucking swear to you, you’re going to be going home bloody before this night is over if that’s what it’s going to take to help you remember what you are.” Wow.

Meanwhile, Master pulls me over to one of the chairs around the opulent room and orders me to remove His boots and socks. Once I’ve bared His feet He speaks the simple word “home” and I’m down there serving His toes and feet the way He’s trained me to do. “Salivate” He says, and I start drooling over His toes and then sucking the drool from them and then repeating the process. One Master drags His slave over to us and makes it put its head down right next to mine to observe what I’m doing to please my Master. I start licking and cleaning between Master’s toes and recall how I’d never been near a man’s foot before the day Master claimed me as His own but now it’s one of the ways I feel most comfortable. If nothing else, Master is protecting me from further abuse by the others, at least for a while. One by one, the Masters are removing their clothing until almost everyone in the room is now naked. Slaves are all collared and leashed, so there is no confusion as to who is who or what is what.

The Masters help themselves to the finger foods in the buffet. At one point, Master takes a piece of chicken and holds it to my mouth and I seize it with my teeth and take it from Him, licking His fingers of the grease and salt that is on them. I begin to notice that hypnotic music is playing and the sounds of sucking and fucking and slapping and whipping and spitting and sharply ordered commands sound throughout the room.

I catch one conversation between one of the Masters, the one with the bright blond pubes, and Master Billy who mentions to Him that this is the first time His slave has been in public uncaged. He expresses surprise and asks Master if He ever considered leaving the slave uncaged?

“No,” says Master. “I do not want it to touch its cock at any time and prefer that its orgasms also be few and far between.” “Ah,” says His companion, “but that makes it too easy for the slave. it cannot touch itself because it has been locked away. Might I make a suggestion?” Master agrees. “Far better for the slave’s dick to be flapping around because that way the slave must work hard to exert enough self-control not to disobey its Master by touching itself. I have always found it to be a good way of training and humiliating the slave at the same time.” Master expresses interest and unclips my wrists from my collar. “Don’t your fucking dare touch yourself, slave. Don’t test Me on this.” He commands. And His friend pats Him on the back and wishes Him well with this new aspect of control and training which He can now explore.

“Tell me,” Master asks, “do you ever find there are times when You do cage Your bitch?” “Oh certainly,” the guy answers. “Especially when I must be away and will not be able to witness the slave exerting self-control. Some Masters allow their slaves to masturbate themselves, short of orgasm, but that is something I would never allow.” “Neither would I want that. If this slave touches its diklit, its hands will be whipped so hard that it will be unable to perform any household chores for a day or two.” And He looks right into my eyes and we both seem to share the same memory of all the times our hands were beaten with Brother’s thick strap when we were in school. I shudder at the memory and promise myself that I will never allow myself near my dick again. That is a punishment I have always hated.

Master approaches one of the men who doesn’t seem occupied and quietly asks Him a question. The answer doesn’t give me much information. “That is strictly up to you. Right here, if you wish, or you could go into the general restroom to do it. If the slave should need to pass water, let Spike know. He enjoys making a spectacle out of such an act, causing the slave to piss like a dog.” Master chuckles. “I do that frequently myself with this bitch, even inside.” “It’s good conditioning,” adds His companion.

As the evening progresses I am put to work doing several things to serve other Masters. It seems like the new kid on the block is given all the dirty work to do. I am made to lick armpits clean; to lick cocks dripping with precum; one Master with a real hot ass bends over in front of my face and Master orders me to lick His crack and then suck and lick His asshole. I don’t hesitate to obey, just hoping that these men have taken the trouble to clean Themselves before the gathering took place.

It is really like a three-ring circus in here. Suddenly, one slave is hoisted upside down and its Master begins to beat its legs and genitals with a thin strap while the slave screams and sobs. Three slaves are bent over a railing and are having plugs of various sizes shoved up their asses. Master gives one Man permission to hit my own hole with a crop and orders me to bent over and spread my cheeks giving Him easy access to this most personal part of my body. And after a good hole-flogging, He selects a good-sized plug and rams it up my ass and I cry out aloud as it breaks through my sphincter.

Time goes on and I have absolutely no sense of how much time is passing. I am kept pretty busy and Master does announce to the others that He is going to demonstrate what a good urinal his slave has become after some extensive training. Several gather to watch, and one suggest that Master doesn’t put His cock all the way into my mouth but holds it a couple of inches away from my open mouth so they can see the piss shooting from His dick into my open mouth. Master has never done this before, and it is really hot for me and I find myself hoping that He will do it like this more often. I really hits home the fact that I have indeed become a piss-drinker. all for His pleasure. I am a bit more fortunate than some of the other slaves, because at least so far, Master has not allowed anyone else to piss in my mouth other than Michael from time to time, just as He has not allowed anyone else to fuck His slave. One of the Masters pisses into a bowl on the floor and makes His slave bend down and suck it from the bowl. I’m hoping that Master doesn’t notice that; not something I think I’d like to do, but of course, if He orders it, I would. Could I safe word such a thing? I’ll have to find out eventually.

At one point Master Spike invites everyone to gather in another room which is set up a bit differently. The Masters are all seated in comfortable chairs with the slaves on the ground in front of them. One slave is taken to a raised platform and its arms are chained to opposite sides of the platform. Spike announce that His slave has been spared a beating for over a week so that it could be appropriately punished for a serious offence (which is not named to the assembled group.) Spike approaches with a long slender whip and proceeds to whip His slave from its neck to its knees. Before long the slave is crying out and then even sobbing as Spike continues to whip its body laying bright red stripes across its flesh. The lashing continues for so long and finally the slave is practically dragging the chains down as it tries to fall to the floor. The sobbing gives way to silence and the slave’s had drops. Has it passed out? I don’t know. We all go back into the other room while Spike stays back with His slave and sprays it with salt water and the slave’s screams reverberate throughout the entire building. OMG.

Master orders me bend over one of the railings. He pulls out the plug and begins to fuck me more forcefully than usual and I struggle to open myself around Him and surrender to His desire and even work my inner muscles as a way which I hope will increase His pleasure. Much to my surprise, He reaches around and strokes my dick while He is fucking me, and this is something I have never experienced with Him before, and it blows my mind. “Do not cum” He warns me. finally, I call yellow because if He doesn’t let go of my dick I am going to cum all over the place and that would shame Him. He quickly removes His hand and begins fucking me more gently, almost beginning to make love to me.

A couple more serious floggings take place. One Master asks for permission to hand spank me while I’m in bondage, and Master agrees. They take me over to a corner where there is a metal contraption that I cannot at first understand. Finally I realize that it is a set of silver manacles which bind my wrists to my ankles and then spills me over so that only my bare ass is raised in the air and I pretty much cannot move. And then the spanking begins, and I can’t help but remember the way Papa spanked me that night when I was first brought into His presence. The spanking I receive here, bound as I am, is almost as severe, and this Master manages to spread the area of pain well beyond the confines of my ass, but includes my sides and my thighs and Master shoves a hit of poppers under my nose. I inhale quickly and then the spanking continues with renewed vigor and at last I feel like a totally subjugated and punished slave boy without a single trace of dignity in me as I am sobbing and crying out and other Masters are standing around cheering on the man who is beating me so mercilessly. I am tempted to safe word, but Master puts a stop to it before I can get the word out. AS usual, He is totally in tune with what’s going on with me, and I am so grateful I didn’t have to further humiliate myself (and Him) by calling a safe word in the midst of this severe thrashing.

After it is over and I am released from this horrid form of bondage, Master has me crawl over to the chair He was sitting in before and orders me back to His feet, and I remain there for the rest of the evening. Slowly it gets quieter in the room. Some slaves are recovering from sobbing. Some are still moaning. One is still being beaten with a strap, but the others are either sucking feet or sucking dicks or simply groveling before their Masters. Suddenly, I realize that I have been treated the same way I was treated when we were at Spike’s studio. No one addresses me; no one speaks to me other than Master giving orders, and none of us are called by name. Only Master has called me “15” a couple of times.

Finally, things wind down. Slaves are taken off leashes and uncollared and are sent to stand in a shower room large enough to hold the dozen of us and there are nozzles and sprays hanging from the ceiling and, OMG, we are all rinsed off with cold water and a few of the slaves howl while this shower continues until my lips and teeth are chattering. Finally, the water stops and then restarts, mercifully warm this time. I wonder how the masks and hoods manage to survive the water, but this is not a question I need to ask.

Finally we are led back to the locker room and forced to get dressed over bodies that are still wet. One last indignity before we are sent home. One by one we are called out of the room into the night air as our Masters drive by to pick us up. I get in the car. Master says nothing but follows the other cars as we leave the property in a caravan. He turns the heat up in the car and I am very grateful to Him for doing that as I am shivering once again. For some reason, He doesn’t speak to me at all, but continues the behavior that was the rule at the gathering. I do not know what to make of this and since I have been schooling myself not to anticipate or torture myself with any expectations, I do my best to let my mind be at rest as we drive home in silence. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to realize that I fall asleep until we get home. Master parks at the back door and orders me into the house and up into the bathroom upstairs to take another warm shower with the soap He likes me to use. As I’m showering, He joins me and I begin to wash Him as I’ve been trained to do. He stops me and washes Himself and then holds me in His arms under the warm water and begins to kiss me with those wonderful wet kisses that fill me with so much love and joy. As usual, He gets out and dries Himself, but then orders me out and He Himself dries me with a warm fresh towel and, with His arms around me from behind, He walks me into the bedroom and helps me under the covers.

“We will speak about this evening tomorrow,” he says to me in a gentle voice. “for now, I want to hold my good slave boy who has pleased Me so very much tonight and made Me proud.” And those words mean more to me than anything else He could possibly have said. And I, I bury my face in His armpit and snuggle into His arms and He speaks to me of His love for me and I drift on those wonderful words as if they are clouds taking me into the sky, and slowly my eyes close and I sleep, safe, loved, protected and cherished. Tonight I was property and used like property. Now I am a beloved child of this awesome Man Whom I love so much, my Husband to Whom I am so incredibly grateful.