Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 18:06:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I Had No Idea" Part 17

                   "I Had No Idea" - Part 17
                   BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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author, BNDMaster13@yahoo.com. This story contains descriptions of
consensual sexual contact between adult males. As such it is homoerotic,
designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal
age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create
unresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now.


    I really hope that the last story peaked the readers interest. Yes, I
had decided to embark on a different journey in Alex's growth as my
slave. I'm not going to tell you if, I actually am going to keep him
chained the whole time, or if this is all simply a test of his devotion to
me. Only time will tell. But believe me I had every intention of doing
exactly what I told him, at least as long as it suited my needs. If you
could have seen his beautiful eyes well up with tears as I chained his
balls to the floor and then walk off, it would have broken your
heart. Honestly it did mine.  However, that look of pain, mixed with
desperation in his eyes was not about to change my mind. I wanted to
experiment with Alex's role as a slave and I was going to do it. I wanted
to deepen his reliance on me and further cement our mutual need for one
another.

    What was I planning on doing with Jose? Well perhaps this entry in
Alex's journal will help answer that question, at least a little bit. I
must add here that Alex amazes me. He will still, as I allow him, squat on
the floor and type using the tube that extends out of his gag. Somehow, to
him, the telling of his story has become almost as important as the
experience itself. I guess in many ways we can all be thankful for
that. Without his writings you, the reader, wouldn't be able to tap into
Alex's mind and much more importantly, neither would I. His journals help
give me such a wonderful insight into what is going on in his mind and
where I need to take him next. So then, as always, let me turn this account
over to Alex:

    As I gradually came awake I felt the hard floor under my naked body. I
had hated sleeping in my closet before, but at least it had a rug which
provided some padding. Now all I had was hard tile under me. Thankfully,
Rick had at least brought me a small pillow last night before he turned off
the lights, leaving me in my new prison. Yes, the room was so much bigger
than my former closet but it was still just as much of a prison. If Rick
really followed through with what he had said yesterday then it would be, a
far worse prison that anything I had ever imagined. The thought of being
ignored and used as nothing more than a slave scared me. Yet, as I had
mentioned yesterday, just the thought of it went straight to my cock. How
much I wished sometimes my hands were free and I could feel my own hard
cock and be able to do something about it. But then again, even if my hands
were free I still couldn't stroke my cock. Rick's little present, my
chastity belt insured the prevention of that. No, according to what Rick
told me yesterday I had five long months to go. He had taken away my hands,
he had taken away my cock, yesterday he had taken away my mouth, and if he
really followed through with what he said he was going to take away almost
everything else. As I lay there I could only hope that he hadn't really
meant what he had said.

    When I was finally awake I realized how thirsty I was. Somehow,
whenever I wear a gag for any length of time my mouth gets so dry. I
squirmed across the floor toward my water dish. My hands were of course
locked behind me, but when Rick had brought me the small pillow, he had
cuffed my ankles together and then hooked them to my hands in a loose hog
tie. I finally managed to get to my dish and lowered my head to get the
tube from my gag into the water. I sucked hard on the rubber cock and was
rewarded by it jetting water into my parched mouth. I still couldn't get
over the feeling that the fake cock was cumming in my mouth.

    As I raised my head back up after drinking my fill of water I saw Jose
across the room starting to stir. Rick had tied him sitting against the far
wall last night to sleep. As I had laid my head down on the pillow, I felt
sorry for Jose. Even though I was on the floor at least I could lay down.
He was tied tight to the wall and would be forced to try and sleep in a
sitting position all night.  To further add to his discomfort I had watched
as Rick inserted a large plug in Jose's ass. I knew in his sitting position
the plug would be forced hard up inside him all night long. In addition
Rick had spread his ankles wide apart with a severe leg spreader. This
allowed me too see Jose's hard cock in it's cock and ball harness. I might
not be able to get an erection in my belt, but poor Jose couldn't help but
be hard, and as with me, there was noting he could do about it. As Jose
opened his eyes I looked hard at him trying to catch his attention. When
his eyes met mine we exchanged that look of fellow felling that only two
bound slave boys can. I could tell he had put in a long hard night and I
felt sorry for him.

    We both could do nothing but sit there until we heard Rick moving
around in the kitchen.  Soon the smell of fresh coffee permeated the
air. Shortly there after Rick finally walked out to check on his slave
boys. As he came into view I couldn't help but think what a beautiful sight
he was. He stood there naked, one hand holding his coffee cup and the other
stroking his already hard cock. His eyes played across both mine and Jose's
bound bodies as he said, "Good morning slaves. Did you miss me? I hope you
slept well, I sure did."

    I expected him to come and release us, however he just stood there
drinking his coffee, looking at his two bound boys. His hand continued to
play with his hard cock and all I could think of was how badly I wished I
was free so I could take it into my mouth. When Rick had finished his
coffee he walked over and began releasing Jose. When he was finished he
ordered him to the bathroom and Rick followed him. He did this every time
Jose went to the bathroom.  Rick wanted to make sure that Jose didn't touch
his cock. The very first rule that Rick had given Jose when we returned
from my birthday weekend was that Jose was never to touch own his cock,
balls, ass, or nipples without Rick's permission. Rick had told him that
any violation of that rule would results in severe punishment. Rick had
then fitted Jose with the cock and ball harness and locked it in
place. Since that time Jose had not touched himself and Rick had not
allowed him to cum, so Rick watched Jose closely to make sure temptation
didn't get the better of him.

    When they returned Rick came over to me. He released my feet and
slapping me on the ass told me that if I needed to piss I knew where my pad
was. I wanted to cry out but the gag prevented me from doing it. I always
got taken to the bathroom in the mornings. Rick had made me use the pad all
day yesterday but I was shocked when he ordered me to use it again this
morning. I have commented before about how humiliating it is to have some
else wipe your ass when you take a shit. But try taking that shit on a blue
dog pad in the middle of a room with two people watching you. Then you will
know what humiliating really is. My eyes must have conveyed my thoughts as
Rick said, "slave this isn't a choice. Either you shit on that pad or you
can hold it in until you explode. I really don't care."

    He was right I had no choice. When your hands are bound behind you,
your neck is chained to an overhead beam, and your mouth is gagged what
choice do you have. I turned around and squatted down the best I
could. When I was finished I turned so I could pee and then I heard Rick
ordering Jose to wipe my ass, clean up the pad, and get me a new one. As
Jose quickly did as he was instructed, I just stood there with my head down
wishing there was a hole I could drop into.  As for Rick he didn't even
acknowledge me, he just walked away into the kitchen. If this was really
what he intended to do with me for five months I didn't know if I could
handle it. I wanted Rick. I wanted his hands on me. As I stood there
waiting I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes.

    I heard Rick's voice ordering Jose into the kitchen and shortly there
after they returned to me, Jose carrying a dish of what looked like tuna
with eggs scrambled into it. Rick indicated Jose was to place it next to my
water dish. Rick then undid the lock on my gag. He had done this the night
before and allowed me to eat. He had told me the that if even one word came
out of my mouth, he would put the gag back in and I could just go
hungry. The exact same words came out of his mouth again. I was to eat. If
I said anything he would leave the food sitting there on the floor and I
would miss breakfast. The gag would go back in and the food would sit there
and wait until lunch when we would try it again. As Rick removed the gag
from my mouth I wanted so badly to ask him why he was doing this, but I
knew to well the look in his eyes. He meant what he said.  As much as I
hated what was happening, I hated the idea of displeasing Rick even
more. So like a good slave I knelt down and ate every bite of food in my
dish. When I was finished Rick wiped my face with a wet cloth and then slid
the gag back into my mouth securing it on with the usual click of a
lock. Then without even a word or a glance he just walked away toward the
shelves on the far end of the room. As he did he said, "Jose, get your ass
over here now!"

    Jose hurried after him. Rick took a set of leg irons with a foot chain
connecting them down off the shelf. He locked these onto Jose's
ankles. Then he selected a set of wrist manacles also connected by a foot
long chain. Rick locked these onto Jose. He then added a chain from Jose's
collar down to his wrist chain. Once locked on Jose could not lower his
hands further than his waist. I knew what Rick's idea was. Jose could work
around the house but he couldn't get his hands to his dick. Rick then
reached up and selected a set of tit clamps. I assumed they were also for
Jose. However, Rick turned toward me, ordering Jose into the kitchen to
start cleaning it.  Rick walked up to me and without saying a word, set the
clamps firmly in place on my tits. He yanked on the chain that connected
them, forcing me to the floor. He quickly hooked my ball harness to the
floor hook and once again just turned his back on me and walked off. As I
stared at Rick's retreating body my heart sank. He really was just going to
leave me here. The desperation of my situation hit me. There wasn't a thing
I could do about it. Rick could keep me chained right here as long as he
wanted. Which is exactly what he was doing. As the time slowly passed I
heard Jose working in the kitchen. Eventually Rick ordered him to move onto
the next room. I heard Rick's, voice but he never even came to check on
me. I just sat there all alone chained to the floor by my balls and the
beam over my head by my neck. At first I at least had the pain in my tits
to keep me company but after awhile that even settled down as I became used
to it. I actually found myself making the chain swing just to keep the pain
sharp and my mind off my situation. I never minded being locked up alone
before, but then I always knew Rick would come back and release me. Then
even though I was still bound at least I could spend time with him. Now all
I had was a cold floor and the pain in my tits for company. It had only
been a day and I was already losing it, how could I possibly go five months
like this? I looked at my poor caged cock again attempting to stir to life
locked in it's cage. As much as I hated this idea something about it was
turning me on. This was crazy.

    Rick's voice in the kitchen brought me out of my self absorbed
thoughts. He was ordering Jose to fix lunch. I heard Jose rattling around
the kitchen in his chains and then Rick came out carrying another bowl of
food. As before he set it on the floor. He unhooked by balls and then
removed my gag, once again warning me not to say even one word or the gag
would go right back in. I don't know what came over me but as soon as the
gag came out I started to beg Rick to let me go. Trust me that was a big
mistake! He grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved the gag hard back
into my mouth. I tried to struggle but there was no use. When the lock
clicked shut I it finally hit me that I had screwed up big time.

    Knowing Rick I was expecting to be severely punished, instead he simply
said, "I told you slave, I would put the gag back in and you wouldn't get
to eat. You will just have to go hungry."  With that he walked away. I
wanted to scream at him. I needed him to beat my ass, do something to
punish me, but to simply be ignored was, I realized, going to be the worst
punishment he could ever give me. I slumped to the floor dejected as I felt
the tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted Rick, I didn't care if was only
him whipping my ass, I wanted Rick. I just couldn't stand being ignored by
him. I listened as Rick ate lunch and then I listened as Jose's bowl was
set on the floor and he was allowed to eat. Then I heard Jose start to
rattle around cleaning up the kitchen. I glanced toward the door and saw
Rick coming toward me. My heart leapt, perhaps he was going to let me
go. He did sort of. He unchained my neck from the beam and drug me by the
chain out onto the patio behind the house. He walked to the far side of the
patio and hooked my chain to something imbedded in the ground. He roughly
jerked the clamps off my tits and turned to walk back into the house. As he
did he said, "I told you that you needed sun so I am going to chain you out
here for awhile. If you need to pee or shit use the grass."

    With those words he walked back into the house and shut the door behind
him. I tried to yank on the chain and found out what he had locked it
to. At the edge of the patio there was an old hook imbedded in the
concrete. From the look of it the people at one time must have used it to
chain a dog to. So here I was just like a dog, chained up in the
backyard. My tits ached as the feeling returned but all my mind could focus
on was being left alone, again just chained up and ignored. At least the
warm sun felt good, but what I really wanted the warmth of Rick pressed
against me. The warmth of his hard cock as it impaled my hungry ass. Even
the warmth of my ass after he had given it a hard spanking.

    Let me break from Alex here. I didn't leave him out there long. I
wanted him to get a nice healthy, all over tan and I knew it would take a
little each day until he started getting darker. I didn't want him burnt,
just tanned. I hope you have been paying attention through Alex's story.
As I read this account the day after he typed it, I already could see that
my treatment of him was having it's desired effect. He was missing the
attention he was used to getting from me. And it wasn't just the
tenderness, he was missing things like getting his ass whipped. I read this
and got excited to see how far I could take him with these feelings. I am
now going to take you forward and pick up his account the following Friday
morning. That would mean, if you are counting, that I have kept Alex
chained in the family room (our new playroom) for almost six days. I have
not varied his treatment in anyway. I get up, release Jose, who I have kept
chained or tied up in a corner of the playroom every night. Jose then
cleans up Alex, feeds him, and then Jose goes off to work. Yes, Jose works
full time at a construction site. My intention is for him to start college
the same time Alex does and only work part time. Then I leave for class and
Alex stays chained up all by himself in the middle of the room. Every other
day Jose has shaved him and washed him right there in the same spot. Every
other day I have drug our exercise equipment over and forced Alex to work
out, again right there on the same spot. And every day I have chained him
outside. He is actually already starting to get a nice healthy tan. Let me
add that if you, the reader are expecting a hot sex scene in this journal
entry you aren't going to get it. Oh, believe me I got lots of hot
sex. Most of it right in front of Alex. I used Jose's mouth and ass while
Alex was forced to watched, chained up in the middle of the room. I could
tell by the look on his face how much he wanted to be part of it. But I
just left him right where he was chained up like a zoo animal on display in
the middle of the room. One last point before I turn this back to
Alex. Jose still hasn't gotten to cum. It has been two weeks and the only
time he doesn't wear his cock and ball harness is when he's at work, the
rest of the time I keep it locked on him. He is so horny that he sports
almost a constant hard on. He knows better than to try and touch his cock
and do anything about it. But then that's the way I like my boys, horny as
hell. One with a constant erection but not allowed to cum, the other
deprived even an erection locked in his chastity belt.  Anyway enough of
that let's go back to Alex for a minute. Remember we are picking up Friday
morning, six days into his being chained up.

    It has been six days now since Rick chained me here. Six days of being
almost totally ignored.  Somehow being in the middle of a large room seems
to make it even harder and more demeaning. No way to cover up, just
constantly on display. In my closet I somehow felt protected. Now I feel so
open and vulnerable. My whole world encompasses the few feet my neck chain
will allow me. Then when Rick is home he reduces it even further by locking
my balls to the floor. I feel like an animal on display for the world to
look at. The only difference is my world, Rick, doesn't seem to care. I am
just there. He deals with me only when he has to.  Even then he seldom says
a word, just pushes me where he wants me. Several times he has brought Jose
out and tied him up just a few feet out of the range of my chain. Rick has
then fucked him like crazy. All I get to do is watch in desperate
frustration sucking on the rubber cock in my mouth wishing it was Rick. I
want so badly to be Jose at that moment. All I want is Rick. I don't even
care what he does with me, I just want him to do something. But all he does
is ignore me. The sadistic bastard has done exactly what he said he was
going to do. He has turned me into nothing more than a possession, a
slave. What scares the hell out of me is as I write this my cock is
straining against the confines of it's prison trying to get hard. Rick is
still pushing my buttons.  I am still getting turned on by what he is
doing. Even the air blowing across my nipples makes me think of Rick's
hands on them. This is crazy, I had no idea how totally Rick could play my
emotions. How the hell am I going to last like this for 5 months. I am
going to go crazy. I have to stop writing now. All I want to do is just lay
down and cry and that is exactly what I am going to do.

    Perfect place to stop isn't it. My poor Alex. But despite my love for
him I am going to push him as far as I can. The more I deprive him of me
the more desperate he will become. I can hardly wait to see where this will
go. I know where I want to take Alex but we will just have to see. As
always please let me know your thoughts. Perhaps when I am once again
talking to Alex I will tel him. You, the reader's comments always make him
happy. E-mail me BNDMaster13@yahoo.com.