Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 12:40:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I Had No Idea" Part 14

                   "I Had No Idea" - Part 14
                   By - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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    I know I have kept you all waiting for another instalment of Alex's
journal. I do apologize.  However, for those of you anxiously awaiting more
about Alex's birthday weekend, you will just have to wait a little
longer. I have decided to go back and pick up an entry that happened just
about a month into the 13 months of Alex's contract with me. I had skipped
it earlier, but decided it would be so much fun, to keep all of you in hard
expectation, to read more about our adventures with Jose, that I should
share it with you now.

    Just a few months before this account I had obtained really good fake
id's so we both could get into a leather club in large town just down the
highway from the college town we lived in. I had used mine several times,
and had gotten to know a few people already. In fact that is where I met
Jose's old Master. I had never taken Alex though. So this particular
Saturday night I decided it was high time I introduced Alex to my new
friends. Unfortunately, Jose and his Master were not there that night, or
Alex would have gotten to meet him sooner. Alex had always been rather
private about our relationship. We had a few friends in high school that we
had invited to play with us but for the most part it had always been just
the two of us. I however felt I needed to show off my slave and share him
with others. Just the thought of watching Alex preforming for me in front
of other people turned me on. Also the fact that he would be afraid and
uncomfortable in the situation set my hormones going.

    We had a relatively normal Saturday. If you can call one of us being
naked and tied up all day normal. Well, perhaps, for us that is
normal. Anyway, after dinner I announced to Alex my plans for the
evening. At this point I will turn the narrative over to my slave boy.

    "Alex guess where we're going tonight? We are going to a cool leather
club and I am going to get to show off my bound slave boy," Rick said as he
put the last bite of dinner in my mouth. I almost chocked on it, as the
reality of what Rick had just said hit me. Had he really just told me we
were going out to a club? Had he really said I was going to be his bound
slave boy in front of a club full of people? When I had finally swallowed
the food in my mouth, I asked in shocked disbelief, "Were did you say we
are going?" Hoping, against hope, I might have heard him wrong.

    "We are going to a leather club! This is not a request, this is an
order and not open for discussion. I don't want to hear any complaints. You
are my slave and I, your Master, am going to show you off. I have met
several people there and I have every intention of showing them what a
good, well trained, slave boy I own. You will make me proud or you will
suffer the consequences," was Rick's stern response. Just by the look on
his face I knew better than to push the issue. I was going out to a club
wether I wanted to or not. It scared me half to death thinking about it. I
tend to be a somewhat shy person. I did not want to be on display in front
of people I didn't even know. It was hard enough for me to be open with
people I knew. Rick and my's relationship had always been just between the
two of us. Don't get me wrong, we had played with a few other guys while in
high school. But for the most part it had always been just Rick and I. Now
suddenly he was taking me out and making me preform for a group of
people. God knew what he actually had in mind. All I really could do was
grit my teeth and endure it. But most importantly, by doing it, I could
make Rick proud of me and also keep myself from being punished. I really
think that my biggest concern was to keep from getting punished. I hated it
when I made Rick mad. He could hurt my body in ways that made me regret
ever being born.

    Rick cleaned me up from dinner and proceeded to get me ready for our
night out. We went into my closet and he began selecting what items I was
to wear. I already had leather cuffs locked onto my wrists. These were
connected together with an additional small pad lock. Rick chose to keep
these on. He said that he didn't want anyone releasing my hands and that
the lock would make sure no one did. He removed the chain collar I had been
wearing all day and he replace it with a leather posture collar. When on,
it forced me to keep my head up and I could not look down at my body. He
sealed the buckle at the back with one of his handy locks. Next he filled
my mouth with a gag. He selected a large penis shaped one that almost
filled my mouth to capacity.  He buckled it closed behind my head and I
heard another lock snap shut. Next he turned his attention to my cock and
balls. All day long he had allowed them to hang free with no restraint. I
had sported an almost constant erection all day. It had been almost two
weeks since I had been allowed to cum. The only time since I had signed
that damn contract almost four weeks ago and allowed Rick to lock my hands
behind me. God how I missed it. All I found myself thinking about most of
the time was how badly I wanted Rick to take my cock in his hands and make
me cum. Just to be able to feel his strong, loving touch on my hard
cock. Or just to be able to touch my own hard cock. To stroke my hand up
and down the shaft, bringing myself closer and closer until finally... I am
drifting again as always, sorry. But you try suddenly going from cumming
whenever you wanted to, then being made to go two weeks between it. It
makes it hard, in more ways that one. No pun intended. I simply had no idea
what I was getting myself into.

     Rick held up, in front of my eyes, a simple ball stretcher. He then
pulled my balls down in their sack and strapped it in place. Once again I
heard the snap of a lock as he sealed it on me. He then turned me around so
I couldn't see what he was doing and he filled a small bag with more toys
to take with him. When he had finished he snapped a leash onto my ball
stretcher and led me out of the closet and back into the living room. My
mind was racing. Was Rick going to lead me out of our apartment totally
naked? My God what would the neighbors think? Then I remembered the old
trench coat he had bought just for such occasions. It is amazing how things
escape your mind when you are in a state of panic. That and when you
haven't cum for almost 2 weeks and your balls were so full they wanted to
explode. When all you can focus on is... God here I go again. You must
think I have a one track mind. Well trust me I do!

    Rick put the coat around me and buttoned it up. He pulled the collar up
to hide the leather gag I was wearing. The leash from my balls he passed
through the front so he could still lead me by it. He opened the front door
and we headed for the car. Our car is parked only about 50 feet from our
door. Of course just as we neared the car one of our neighbors walks by
with their dog. I almost panicked and wanted to run back to our
apartment. Rick of course was totally in control.  He held my leash tight
so I couldn't move and then simply leaned back toward me to cover it up.
We stood there while the lady went past with her dog. She smiled and wished
us a good evening.  By the look on her face she obviously never even
noticed that I was standing there in a trench coat with no arms
showing. Buttoned up to my neck on a hot evening. Or that my legs were bare
and so were my feet. I almost passed out with relief as Rick pulled me by
the leash and we were finally standing at the passenger's door of the
car. He helped me inside and then went around to the driver's side, getting
in behind the steering wheel. He leaned over and kissed me gently on the
cheek and said, "I'm sorry you got so scared. But you need to trust me
more. I love you and would never let anything happen to you." With that he
started the car and we drove out of the parking lot.

    As Rick drove he unbuttoned my coat so he could play with my tits. Rick
may not play my dick but he loves to play with my tits. He loves to twist
them and pull them. He loves to just lightly run his fingers over them. He
also loves to put clamps on them. I used to love it when he played with my
tits. You see they are connected straight to my dick. All he has to do is
stroke them and I am hard. I say, used to like it! He used to loving play
with them as a prelude to my getting to cum. Now, all that happens is, I
get so turned on and hard that I want to explode. He will bring me right up
to the edge, knowing how badly I want to cum and simply ignore my throbbing
cock as if it didn't even exist. All it does is get me horny and more
desperate to please him. But then I guess that really is his idea after
all. One of his favorite quotes from the MR. S web site is, "When a slaves
balls are full, it's mind is empty." In other words, as Rick explained to
me, all the slave's mind is focused on is it's Master. The slave will do
almost anything if it needs to cum badly enough. Rick is right, all I want
is to make him happy. In addition Rick has said that if I am always really
good he might just reward me by allowing me cum more often.  (We are 7
months into our contract, as of now he has never let me cum, except for the
usual every other week. Obviously I haven't been good enough. But believe
me I am still hoping.)

    That of course is exactly what Rick did. He got me so incredibly turned
on, my dick so hard, and then he simply stopped. He reached over, turned on
the stereo and ignored me the entire rest of the drive. As I sat there with
my hard cock throbbing between my legs, all I could think about was how
much I loved Rick, even if he was a sadistic bastard. We finally arrived at
our destination. At least I assumes so as Rick pulled into a parking lot
and turned off the car. He came around to my side to help me out. First he
re-buttoned my coat so it wouldn't fall off. He then led me across the lot
and into the door of the club. The entry way was dark and there was a hall
that proceeded down into the building. At the end of hall was a coat
check. The man behind the counter was incredible. He looked like he stepped
right out of a modeling ad on tv. He was wearing only a small leather
g-string and a slave collar. I could see a chain running from his ankle to
a ring set into the wall. He asked Rick for our id's which Rick handed
him. Until then I had no idea Rick had made me a fake id. Obviously it must
have been pretty good as the man handed them back to Rick and asked if
there was anything he wanted to leave at the counter before entering the
club. Rick reached for my coat. He unbuttoned it and removed it from me. He
then handed it to the man leaving me standing there totally naked. I was
immediately frightened.  Rick must have sensed this as he put a reassuring
hand on my shoulder and said, "Calm down Alex it will be just fine, trust
me." I did trust him and I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to
me. However, I was still scared half to death. At least it had the effect
of making my hard cock go totally soft.

    "Before we go in I have one more thing to add to your outfit," Rick
said as he reached into his bag. He pulled out a full leather hood. The
only opening it had was nose holes so I could breath.  My eyes went wide in
panic. Not only was I going to be totally naked in a club full of men, I
wasn't even going to be able to see. "Calm down Alex, this will actually
make this easier, trust me," Rick said as he worked the hood over my
head. He pulled it down working it around the leather gag I was already
wearing. Finally he had it snugged tightly in place and had laced it up the
back. As always I heard the click of a lock as he sealed it in place. I
felt a tug on my balls and new I was to follow him. As I really had no
choice I obediently followed Rick as he led me into the club.

    The noise hit me first. There were a lot of guys here, voices, music, a
cacophony of sounds surrounding me. Then the smells assailed me. Leather,
men, sex, beer, sweat, almost to much for me to take in all at once. Trying
to sort all this out with no eyes to fill in the details was confusing and
only added to my nervousness. As Rick led me forward I heard comments,
"Nice slave," "Can I get a piece of that?" "Are you going to share?" "Hot
really hot!" "You man enough to give it what it needs?" That last one made
Rick stop dead in his tracks. I almost actually bumped into him and had to
step back. I heard Rick's voice respond in a deadly tone, "Trust me asshole
I am more than enough of a Master to take on anyone. Want to give it a
try?"  If Rick looked half as scary as his voice sounded it could
intimidate anyone.

    "Sorry guy, I really didn't mean anything. I just think your boy is
really hot, that's all," was the response I heard. I could tell by the
man's voice that he had no intention of tangling with Rick.  Rick tugged on
my balls and we proceed toward what I would later find out was the bar at
the back of the room. That one encounter actually helped me calm down. It
really brought home the point, Rick was not going to let anything happen to
me. He was going to be there to take care of me. Right then I decided to
try and relax and enjoy myself and more importantly make Rick proud of me.

    When we got to the bar Rick must have taken a stool as he pushed me
down to my knees on the floor. This put his leg at the level of my head. He
pulled my hooded head over against his leg.  Stroking my bound head he
said, "Good boy." We sat there for awhile and I assume Rick had a couple
beers. I knew he was also talking to someone but through the hood I really
couldn't make out what they were talking about. I just happily sat there
snuggled up against Rick's leg.  Eventually Rick pulled me back to my
feet. I felt him slip something over my head. Then he released the leash
from my balls and pushed me away from him. Suddenly his hands weren't on me
anymore and I was not attached to him by the leash. I wanted to yell but
the gag in my mouth prevented that. I was all by myself. Enclosed in a
hood, my mouth gagged, hands locked behind my back, and totally naked. My
calmness evaporated immediately and I was once again scared.  Then the
first set of hands grabbed me. I knew instinctively that they did not
belong to Rick. I tried to pull away but one hand encircled my bound balls
and pulled them toward him. I had no choice but to follow them. He held on
to my balls with one hand while his other hand explored my bound body. He
ran his hand across my stomach and then up to my tits. Then down my back
and deep into my ass crack. By the time he was done the only spot he handed
explored was my cock. Which had started out soft due to my panic, but had
quickly turned rock hard under his exploring hand. If only he would just
stroke my crotch, I wished to no avail. Little did I know at the time Rick
had hung a small sign around my neck that read, "You can touch anywhere you
want except his cock!"

    Finally he was finished and simply released my balls and pushed me away
from him. I just stood there. I had no idea what to do or what would happen
next. Very soon hands were once again on my body. Whoever they belonged to
backed me up against what felt like a wall and began squeezing and tweaking
my nipples. The sensation made my cock throb. It must have attracted his
attention as one of his hands began making it's way down my body moving
slowly toward my waiting cock, while the other hand kept up it's work on my
tits. "My God was he actually going to stroke my cock," I thought as my
captors hand reached my crotch. He slowly moved his hand just barely
avoiding touching my cock. He caressed the inside of my thighs and played
with my balls. I was so hard and needed to cum so badly. He came so close
to touching my cock but never actually did. I moved my hips in a desperate
attempt to reach his hand. But despite my best efforts it was all to no
avail. I heard his voice as he finally pulled his hands away from me,
"Sorry boy I know how bad you want it but your Master says your cock is off
limits."

    I stood there with my back against the wall and tried to catch my
breath. Somehow, being so turned on and hooded it took me a minute. During
this time no one approached me. How could Rick do this to me? I was so damn
horny I was going to go crazy. I was that way almost all the time as it
was. Then to bring me here and allow other guys to play with me and yet not
allow me to cum was cruel. Then it hit me. My full balls actually brought
my mind back to Rick where it belonged. He was the only thing that mattered
to me. Making him happy was all that I existed for. My needs didn't matter,
only his. If what made him happy was for me to be turned on but denied an
orgasm, then so be it. I would survive this and make him proud of me. Even
my fear of preforming around other people evaporated. My life was all about
serving Rick, period. When I had my breathing under control I pushed myself
away from the wall and moved forward. I was totally blind but knew that I
would eventually encounter someone. It didn't matter who, or what they did
to me. The only thing that mattered was the fact that I knew Rick was
watching me and I was making him proud.

    It took no time before I encountered another person. As his hands
touched my body I allowed myself to drift into my slave space. I really
don't know how many people took a turn at playing with my bound body. I do
know that not one person even so much as brushed my cock. All I really know
is that I was constantly hard and horny, right at the edge of cumming but
never being allowed to. I totally lost myself in the feelings. I thought
only of how happy I hoped I was making Rick. Sometime much latter I felt
hands on my body that I knew could only be Rick's. He had finally come to
claim his property. His words made everything all right, "I love you Alex,
you did good, you made me proud." I felt him clipping the leash back onto
my balls and I followed him in a horny haze as he took me back to the
car. When we got back to our apartment Rick removed all my bindings except
my ever present wrist cuffs. He laid me on the bed and I felt him putting
cuffs on my ankles. He then hooked them together and brought my feet up to
my hands, locking me into a hogtie. Rick removed his clothes and then slid
on the bed in front of my face. He pulled my bound body toward him. His
hard cock in my face told me exactly what he had in mind. As Rick slid his
cock into my mouth and I felt it's beautiful hardness I knew what my
purpose in life was. My purpose was to make Rick happy. I felt my own cock
pressed hard against my belly and knew it didn't matter, only Rick's hard
cock in my mouth mattered.

    When Rick had finally came in my mouth he crawled into bed alongside
me. He pulled my hogtied body tight up against him. Stroking my head he
said, "Tomorrow you get to cum, Alex. I actually think this time you have
earned it." As I fell asleep cuddled against him I felt so warm and
loved. This was my world and I couldn't ask for anything better.

    This is actually one of my favorite entries in Alex's journal. I had a
great time that evening. I sat there at the bar and sipped beer while I
watched Alex. He started out so timid and scared.  However, after a short
amount of time he was really getting into it. When one person stopped
playing with him he went searching for another. All the time his cock was
sticking straight up like a flag pole. That evening ended his reluctance to
play with others forever. I know you remember my birthday party. If it
hadn't been for this night Alex would have never been able to be naked and
exposed the way he was. I also don't know if he would have reacted the way
he did to Jose or not. That night was a real transformation for Alex. He
has always been proud of belonging to me. But that night he became willing
to let everyone else know how much he loved me by willing preforming in
front of others. Since that day all I have to do is say we are going to go
to the club, or that we are going to have company and his dick gets
hard. But then his dick is always hard. I guess only cumming every other
week does that to you.

    As always if you enjoy reading Alex's journal let me know. It makes it
much more enjoyable to post these when I know people like them. I have even
started reading Alex the e-mails. I actually think it makes him proud that
people enjoy his writing. E-mail me BNDMaster13@yahoo.com.