The Alex Chronicles Chapter 1. The Phone Call
It was the first day of my six-week vacation. I got a text from a number I didn't recognize, with a Connecticut area code.
Hi there, Alex. It's Billy.
Billy Wiggins.
Remember me?
Remember him? Damn, he'd been the subject of so many of my masturbation fantasies for the past 6 ½ years. I can still remember the sight of the head of his cock while he was pissing in the boys' room in our private high school.
Tenth grade, the last week of school. I'd walked into the bathroom to see the "object of my affections," beautiful dirty blond Billy with the demeaning attitude towards me at times which originally had upset me but eventually seemed to be a form of dominant affection. Billy, who used to tease me so often with short quick remarks such as "who the hell would want to see YOU naked? Or "I'm near enough if you're queer enough." Sure, I knew I was queer, but I was terrified to let anyone find out. I wondered if he was queer as well, but couldn't tell for sure and was too afraid to show my hand. One day he helped me when I dropped a pile of books on the floor. I knelt down and he stood over me and gave a nasty giggle. "Good to see you know where you belong," he quipped, but then bent over to help me collect the books and then helped me stand up and gave me a pat on the back before walking away. You can just imagine what was on my mind that night before I went to sleep.
He caught me watching. "Like what you see?" he asked me. I made a face but kept on staring.
"Hey, Alex, at least take out your little dick and pretend you're peeing in case someone comes in here. But look all you want."
He finished pissing and shook himself then pointed his piss slit right at me and said in a quiet voice, "We are both too young right now to handle anything, but I want you to know, Alex, that one day in the future, one day a little far off, you are going to serve this cock. Keep that in mind. Don't you ever forget that. Now say, `Yes, Sir,' like a good boy."
I struggled and tried to resist but he kept his position and stared into my eyes staring at his dick. Finally I surrendered.
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled.
"Come on, boy, you can say it clearer than that."
With a louder voice, "Yes, Sir!" and with that the door to the bathroom opened and we pretended to be going about our business and that was the end of that.
It was an order I was powerless to ignore. "keep that in mind. Don't you ever forget that." How many thousands of times had those words run through my mind. How many thousands of loads had I spilled while remembering those words. How many times was I thinking about that very scene while having sex with other guys whose names I don't even remember or whose names I didn't know because we were having a bdsm scene in a bathhouse and my mind started to wonder because the so-called Dom didn't really know what he was doing? How many times had I taken just a few more hits beyond what I could handle, thinking to myself, "I'm taking this for Billy." You'd better believe it: I kept it in mind, but never ever dreamed that this feisty fellow would have kept track of me over the years and had managed to track me down, even know my phone number.
My blood started racing, and I was tempted to just ignore the texts. "What are you thinking," I asked myself. "He promised this to me. Here's your chance. Don't wimp out."
The text was followed with a picture. Damn, you could still see the young teenager in him, but there was a lot else as well. The face had come into focus in a beautiful heart-rending way. His hair the same but seeming to glow in the picture. His chest and his nipples, Oh God, those nipples. And in his hand, without making a big deal out of it, a riding crop. The smile on his face contained the same snarkiness he had always had, but with a look of total confidence and his blue eyes seemed to be staring right into the depths of my kinky gay soul. I decided to answer, but it was difficult because my fingers weren't cooperating too much.
Sure I remember you, Billy. How could I ever forget you? Besides, you told me to remember.
Good boy. You just pleased me. I'm glad I managed to track you down. We've got some unfinished business, Alex.
How have you been?
Life has been good so far. I'm glad college is over.
Me too. What are you doing with yourself?
Enough with the small talk, boy. I just wanted to make sure I had the right number. I will call you in four minutes. I assume you are alone.
Yes, I am, Sir. (WTF? SIR?)
Good. I want you to strip naked and sit in a corner with your legs spread to take my call.
Damn. I kept looking at the picture he sent me and stared into his eyes. Slowly I stripped off and went to sit naked in the corner of my bedroom, back up against the walls, my legs spread. That plugged me into memories of Doms and Masters swiping at my balls while I took hits of poppers. I didn't need the poppers right now. I was far too turned on by what I had just done, just because Billy told me to.
Finally, it was time. The phone rang. I picked it up after the second ring. Didn't want to sound too eager.
"So here we are, Alex, and I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"I want to know why you waited until after the second ring before picking up the phone? I would have expected you to be more eager than that."
I attempted a feint giggle. "Funny, I didn't want to appear too eager."
"That was fucking stupid, boy, and disrespectful. Never try to look a certain way or pretend something that isn't true. I want all of you, naked, transparent, eager and honest. Understand?"
I hesitated. Finally, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"So here's the deal: I have a lovely little place up in the mountains and I'm going to be spending some time there beginning tomorrow. I know you're on vacation and I want you to spend some time with me and a couple of my friends. You and I will be there alone for a few days, then my friends will join us. You will have the time of your life. Far more fun than you get in those seedy leather bars you like to frequent. I've seen you there, boy. Checked you out while wearing a leather cap so you couldn't see my hair. I've seen a lot. And it's clear to me that your spirit is in the right place but you haven't been very well trained or disciplined to be what you are meant to be."
"You were spying on me?"
"Had to make sure about you. About what I suspected would happen with you."
"Wow. Stalked. That sucks."
He hung up.
I wanted him back, but the number was blocked. I was filled with regret and slapped my ass ten times as punishment.
Part of this story is true, and the rest is what I wish would have happened. Should I continue? Tell me what you think. subkodak25@gmail.com