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Chapter 19. A short but painful Chapter. Alex learns a hard lesson.
Billy answers the phone, "Oh, Hello, Phil. Yes, He's free now, so to speak. I'll put you on speaker."
He turns to me and explains, "Phil called earlier while you were napping and I asked him to call back later. Here he is now on speaker." And by this He is letting me know that I will not be allowed any privacy.
"Hey, Phil," I say cheerfully. "Checking to see if I'm still alive?"
"Well, it wouldn't matter if you weren't. I have no idea where you are anyway so I wouldn't be able to send a hearse to pick you up."
"Very funny, dude."
"So how is it going?"
"Wonderfully. I'm getting everything I need, with some extras thrown in as well."
"Hope He's fucking you good, brat!"
"As a matter of fact . . . " As I'm saying this, Billy picks up the bag of clothespins He has and sits between my legs and starts to toy with my balls and pull on them. "Oof! Yes, Sir, they're yours."
"What's happening?"
"Master is toying with this slave's balls. It's really beautiful up here, Phil. And the cabin is amazing. Part residence, part dungeon, if you know what I mean."
"Since I'm on speaker, I assume that He's listening in."
"Yes He is. Apparently, slaves have no right to privacy. But it doesn't matter. I don't have anything to hide from hHm. He's treating me . . . um . . . the way I need to be treated. Let me leave it at that."
Billy begins to put clothespins on my scrotum while winking at me.
"He's about to be punished for jumping to conclusions," Billy says to Phil.
"Oh, is this a bad time?"
"It's fine, Phil. So far so good. But things are about to get heated pretty quickly." I grunt a bit.
"Well them maybe I should leave you alone. I told you you'd get in trouble if you didn't get any control over your reactions to things, baby."
"That's exactly what happened. But I'm sure I'm going to be taught to stop doing that."
"Good for you. And good for you, Billy, Sir."
The pain is starting to increase. It feels like He's completely covered me with the pins.
"I guess it's good for me, Phil." I begin to have trouble getting words out easily. "Anyway, thanks for calling and we'll talk soon, okay?" I start moaning as the pain increases.
"Okay. I'll let the guys know that you are being well . . um . . . taken care of. Just the way you need to be."
"You've got that right, dude." OUCH!
Phil giggles. "Hope you learn your lesson, boy. Talk soon, okay."
"yyyyes." Fortunately Phil hangs up.
Billy looks at me and says, "It's too bad he hung up. Things are going to get interesting very soon, boy. You're gonna learn to stop thinking too much, especially when things happen that you don't think you like."
"You mean like . . RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"
"deep breaths, boy. Let go. You're not used to wearing these things are you?"
"nnn, MMMMaster!"
Billy finishes up, I guess. He goes and sits in the chair on the other side of the room and just watches me. I feel as if someone is down there with a knife cutting up my sack and my balls. Goddam! this hurts.
Billy speaks up. "Your body and your life belong to Me, slave. You must learn to submit and to surrender to whatever I decide will happen to you. And above all, you must learn to trust your Master to learn what makes you tick and to make good decisions about you in all situations. You do not have the right to react and cause outbursts. You have to learn this now, boy, because when Michael and Robert get here I expect you to be totally compliant and submissive and not act as if you are a free agent with the right to judge how things are going to go. Everything is out of your control, alex. I am your control. I know how to train a resistant slave until there is no resistance at all, only surrender. It's a hard lesson to learn, and I want you to understand how much it displeases Me when you act as if you still have some freedom."
I try to answer him, but I'm inhaling through My clenched teeth as I close Mm eyes and just concentrate on bearing this pain which is worse than even having Ben Gay put on my balls. Damn this hurts. It bites so badly. Tears are coming to my eyes and I try to writhe a bit, as if that would make things any easier.
Meanwhile, Master gets up and goes to pick up the crop. He comes over to me and just lightly taps the clothespins back and forth, and I start to scream and cry out.
"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry. I'll be good, Master. Please, oh please . . . . " and I start sobbing. Damn, I'm such a wimp! I've seen subs taking this kind of punishment before without even blinking an eye. But I can't handle it." YELLOW, Master, please . . . "
"Too late, slave. The pain is going to increase when I start taking them off you. Do you think you are learning your lesson, boy?"
"Oh yes, Master, yes, Daddy, Daddy, please ...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He reaches down and slowly takes them off, one at a time. Each removal causes me to cry out again and copious tears are falling down my face.
"there is nothing more beautiful than the tear-stained face of a wretched sub learning its place in the scheme of things," He says to me and then makes a pouty face. "Hurt you, little boy? You deserve this. And the next time you act out the way you did before, I'll take off your cage and cover your cock as well as your balls, now that I know how much pain it causes you." He continues to take them off. I am out of my mind again as the understanding hits me that I will never ever be able to escape His discipline, that He will always have the power to use pain to teach me whatever He wants me to learn, however He wants me to be. I am powerless and damn, there is so much pain I can hardly manage to hold it together. No, I can't hold it together. I am dissolving! And with that, I simply break down completely and sob and scream and cry out, "I'm sorry, Master, I'll be a good slave. Please, Master. Help me, Master."
"There is very little I can do at this point," He tells me. "if I touch you, you'll scream even more. Just ride out the pain and understand that I am not shy about punishing you like the wretched bitch slut you are. Your most private parts are not private to me, but are available so that I can punish you effectively."
He picks up the crop and hits my balls again, and again and again, and I cry out RED!!!!!! He drops the crop and leaves the room. I hate it so much when He does that, when He leaves me alone to just wallow in the pain of this punishment. It all hurts so much! I might be a masochist, but training is something very unpleasant and I will do anything to avoid being punihHed by my Master. In the midst of my tears and my suffering, I give myself a really good lecture: "Look at what it costs you when you decide to react as if you're a free agent. What a fucking slave you are, alex! This is fucking real, dude. No games here."
Slowly I calm down. Now I have the hiccups. Like a toddler I am.
Master comes back into the room and unbinds my legs, then takes the clips off my wrists so my arms are free. "don't you fucking DARE touch yourself down there, or I'll put the pins back on you, brat! Now get your ass off that bed and go cook my supper. I'll have a cheese omelet and four strips of crispy bacon. Put an apron on so you don't get burnt by the bacon. No GO, slave! Get your fucking ass to work!" He take off His belt and waves it as me. I hurry out of the bedroom, still hiccuppy and sobby, and like a miserable slave, make my way to the kitchen to cook Master's supper. Everything still hurts so much but I know better than to try to soothe myself. Not while He's sitting on the couch watching the television with that fucking belt on His lap! At least it wasn't the strap. Story of my life, I guess.
END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN Next: Billy eats eggs while alex eats feet
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