Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 13:03:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I Had No Idea" - Part 23

                   "I Had No Idea" - Part 23
                   BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com
                                
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    Let's see where did I leave off in our last instalment of Alex's
journal? Oh, I know, we still hadn't gotten to the third game of the day,
had we? I had been enjoying myself so much already torturing my two
boys. But I had something extra special planned for game number three. When
I read Alex's account of it, I realized, that I would have to do part of
the writing for this particular episode. As we go along, you will very soon
be able to figure out why. Suffice it to say for now, Alex was to busy with
other things to really see what was going on around him. He could still
experience some of the action well enough though. So I may interject some
of his comments from time to time, just to spice things up, but I think
that I will just have to write a little more of this one than usual.

    When game number two ended I released my two slaves. The next game
wasn't on for several hours and we all needed a break. Jose fixed us all
dinner while I enjoyed Alex's hot little mouth on my dick. I won't go into
any details, but suffice it to say Alex can do some wonderful things with
his mouth. I was almost a little disappointed when Jose announced that
dinner was done.  But then, by that time Alex had already had a course of
cum appetizer.

    After we had eaten dinner and Jose had cleaned up, I decided it was
time to get Alex and Jose ready for game three. What they didn't know was
that we had guests that were about to arrive to help me abuse them. I think
it might be appropriate to throw the story to Alex for as long as
possible. I like the way he puts it when he finds out what's next:

    I had known that Rick must have something special planned for his third
game of the day. I should have known I wouldn't enjoy it when he let us eat
and rest for awhile. Jose had just finished cleaning the kitchen. Rick made
him come and stand at attention next to me. I was sitting on my knees on
the floor at Rick's feet. Rick looked us up and down like he was inspecting
two prize animals. When he does that, I really haven't decided how it makes
me feel.  Sometimes, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride that Rick's find
me pleasing. Other times it scares the shit out of me. I feel like Rick is
just sizing me up to see how best to make me suffer. I can always tell by
his eyes which thoughts are going through his mind. This time my stomach
got a knot in it as I knew he was thinking how best to hurt us.

    Then he announced that we had company coming over. As he did he looked
straight at me, with the most evil glint in his eyes. I know I have said it
before, but I hate being used by other guys. I have learned to do it
because Rick requires it of me, but I hate it. I was expecting Rick to
elaborate on what was going to happen after they arrived. He must have
known what I was thinking because he said, "You'll just have to wait and
see what I have planned. For know let me get you ready for our company."

    Rick came over and helped me up off the floor. He left Jose standing at
attention while I was led over to the toy shelves. The first thing Rick
pulled down was his trusty ring gag. As always, when Rick puts this on me,
I know exactly what use my mouth is going to be put to. He strapped it
firmly in place. He then reached up and grabbed two ear plugs. He inserted
them firmly in my ears, effectively muffling my hearing. Next came a full
leather hood which he pulled snugly over my head lacing it tightly up the
back. The only opening it had other those nose holes was at the mouth,
giving anyone who wanted access to my open, ring gagged, mouth. I felt,
rather than heard, the click of the lock as Rick locked the hood in
place. With the hood on and my ears plugged I was literally cut off from
anything around me. I felt Rick run his hand down my chest and realized
that the only sense I had left was feeling. Then he placed his fingers in
my mouth and I realized that I also could still taste. I assumed I would be
feeling and tasting a lot of cock as the evening progressed.

    Next I felt Rick's hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees. He then
placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed my head down until I was
kneeling with my head resting on the floor. I had no idea what he was doing
but I felt his pulling my balls back between my legs. I then felt something
resting across the back of my thighs and something else tightening down on
my balls. Rick then pulled my bound hands down tight behind me and I knew
he had secured them there as I could no longer move them at all. When he
was finished he gently lifted my head up.  As I started to slowly return to
an upright, kneeling position I felt my balls being pulled harder and
harder backwards between my legs. Whatever Rick had put on me was forcing
me to remain in a semi kneeling position. I couldn't straighten all the way
up or I would yank my balls off. I then felt Rick's cock probing my mouth
and realized that I was being kept at a perfect cock sucking height. I felt
a tug on my neck and knew Rick must have attached a leash to the collar of
the hood. He tugged hard at the leash and forced me to shuffle along on my
knees, slightly bent forward and unable to anything about it. I slowly
shuffled along, following the pull at my neck, desperately trying not to
yank my balls as I did so. When the pull stopped I assumed I was were Rick
intended for me to be. All I could do was stay there, cut off from the
world by the hood and the ear plugs. I don't know how long I stayed there
but finally I heard the muffled sounds of voices in the room. I couldn't
tell how many people were there but I knew Rick's buddies had arrived. All
I could do was wait to find out what would happen next.

    I think this is the time for me to stop Alex's narrative. From here on
out I will tell the story and just throw in some of Alex's feelings. For
anyone wondering what I had put on Alex, it was a humbler. For those of you
that don't know what that is, it is a device that fits behind the thighs.
You pull the slave's balls back between the legs and clamp them into a
space in the center of the bar. Once on, it keeps the slave bent
over. There is no way to get out of this position until the slave's balls
are eventually released. I had wanted one of these for a long time and
thought tonight's party would be the perfect time to try it out on
Alex. And he is right, the humbler keeps the slaves mouth at the perfect
height for sucking cock. Which was all the use I intended to put Alex to
for the rest of the evening. He was going to spend the rest of his evening
servicing any and every cock put into his mouth.

    As for Jose, he on the other hand, was going to be the main attraction
at the party. To get Jose ready required very little. I simply strung him
up in the middle of the room by his wrists, placed a spreader bar between
his legs, and I was done. It would be up to my guests as to what else would
happen to him. What did I have in mind? Well I guess it would be okay to
tell you. Jose on the other hand was just going to have to hang there and
wait to find out.

    I had invited about ten friends over to watch the game with me. I had
explained to them what I had in mind for the evening when I had extended
the invitation. We were going to bet to see who could be get the final
outcome of the football game the closest. But no one would actually put
money down on the bet, instead I was going to sell time torturing Jose. For
each $1.00 put in the pot that person would get 2 full minutes to do
anything they wanted to Jose. The only stipulation was that there could be
no permanent marks and that Jose was not allowed to cum. I was assuming
that by the end of the game we would have quite a bit of money riding on
the bet.  I also knew that with all of us getting hard seeing Jose
tortured, Alex's mouth would put to quite a bit of use over the course of
the evening.

   I now went into the bedroom to put some clothes on leaving my boys alone
to contemplate their fates. I had no more than finished when I heard the
door bell ring and knew my friends had started to arrive. I let the first
two guys in and showed them through to the playroom. They were friends from
school. They had heard about my two slaves, but had never actually been
over to meet them. I thought their eyes would pop out of their heads when
they walked in to the room and saw Jose strung up, naked, in the middle of
the room with Alex, naked, on his knees on the floor. Needless to say they
were more than ready to get the show started but I wanted to wait for
everyone to get there.

    When everyone had finally arrived, included Jose's ex-Master, who
complimented me on how well Jose looked, I walked over and stood next to
Jose. I could tell by the leering eyes looking at my two slaves, that my
guests were ready to get started. However, Jose still didn't know what I
had planned. Well actually he probably did. He knew what a sadistic bastard
I can be. In addition he couldn't have helped but hear some of the comments
being directed at him while we were waiting for everyone to arrive. But I
wanted him to hear it from my mouth, exactly what was going to happen to
him. "For any of you that don't remember", I said to the ten horny guys
standing there, "We are going to fund our pot by my selling off time with
my slave, here. $1.00 gets you two minutes. No permanent marks and he may
not cum. Other than that do with him as you please."
    Then I whispered in Jose's ear, "Make me proud boy!"

    "All right who wants the first crack at this fine specimen of manhood
we have here?" I asked felling like an auctioneer.

    After quite a heated discussion of who should get first crack at Jose,
it was decided and the first of many dollar bills was given me. I let the
guy decide what he wanted to do and then get everything he needed before
the two minutes started. He wanted to torture Jose's balls. First he tied
them low in their sack with a length of rawhide. Once done with that, he
selected a small wooden paddle and told me he was ready. I started the
timer and watched as he began to swat Jose's balls back and forth with the
paddle. First the right side then the left. Over and over, not hard enough
to injure Jose, but plenty hard to hurt like hell. What always amazes me is
watching Jose's cock get hard when he is being tortured. Jose is such a
pain pig. I could tell how bad the paddle was hurting and yet his cock was
rock hard.

    When the time had ran out I made the first guy stop. He put the paddle
away, but left Jose's balls bound tight. The next contestant, so to speak,
decided to leave Jose's balls tied up, as he too wanted to torture them. He
selected a small whip and spent his time using it on Jose's balls as well
as his hard cock. When his time was up Jose's cock and balls were a nice
shade of red.

    The next guy also left Jose's balls bound even though he wanted to whip
Jose's ass. Which he did after selecting a long wooden paddle. He used his
time beating Jose's ass until it was bright red.

    The next guy asked me what I had been hoping to hear. If he dropped a
$10 bill in the pot did that mean he got a full twenty minutes? I said of
course, and watched as he went to the shelves and came back with a large
box of clothes pins. He started on Jose's tits and traced a line down each
side of his body. He then went up Jose's outstretched arms, lining them
with pins. When he had finished with the arms he used the rest of his time
to place clothes pins down Jose's inner thighs and then on his hard
cock. He had finally used up all his time but he must have placed 50
clothes pins all over Jose's body. I told him to just leave them in place
as maybe the next person up might want to use them.

    Thankfully the next guy took my hint. He gave me another $10 dollar
bill. He walked over to the shelves and selected a set of drum sticks. I
knew one of the uses I made of them, I hoped he was thinking the same
thing. When his time started he began thumping the clothes pins at random
with the drum sticks. I have played music this way on Jose before and I
could tell how bad it hurt him. For the entire twenty minutes the sticks
drummed a rhythm across Jose's body on the clothes pins. By the time the
twenty minutes was up there were tears of pain rolling down Jose's
cheeks. But he had made me proud. Nothing but an occasional low moan of
pain had escaped his lips. This was getting good. Are you wondering what
Alex has been up to during all this? Well, let me have him tell it:

    I realized there were a number of people in the room now. I finally
felt a tug at my leash and I hobbled forward until there was a hard cock
pressing into my mouth. The guy pulled my head back and forth along his
cock. Me using my tongue and sucking for all I was worth. Thankfully, as
always, Rick was making all of them wear condoms. I felt the cock in mouth
swell in size as a load of sperm erupted into the reservoir at the end. It
grew so much in my mouth I was afraid the condom would pop from the sheer
size of this guys load. He held me pressed so tightly to his crotch while
he did this I almost couldn't breath. When he was done he pulled out and I
was barely able to catch my breath before my collar was being pulled toward
another hard cock. That was all I knew until much latter I felt Rick
unlocking the hood. My entire being was sucking cock. My own poor cock hard
between my legs. Rick hadn't put me back in my cb3000. He had left me
free. That made it all the worse. I had a raging erection the entire time
and wanted desperately to cum, while one cock after another came in my
mouth.

    Let me stop Alex right there. All he really does is blubber on some
more about how badly he needed to cum and how he never got to. Frankly, he
spends to much time worrying about his own needs. No one, especially me
cared even one little bit about how hard Alex was or how badly he needed to
cum. Alex and Jose were simply there for our amusement. Anyway, let's get
back to Jose, shall we.

    The next money placed in the pot was also a $10 bill. This guy wanted
the pleasure of spending a full twenty minutes taking off all the clothes
pins. Which is exactly what he did! He would pull one off, let Jose jerk in
his bonds, then pull another one off. He did it so slow and methodically
that he was forced to buy another $10 dollars worth of time so he could
finish. I actually took pity on Jose about half way through and gave him
permission to make as much noise as he needed. The guy was a real sadist. I
watched as he would pull off a pin, then massage the area, bringing the
blood rushing back to cause the most intense pain. He was really enjoying
himself. Well, actually we were all enjoying ourselves. I saw Alex passed
between at least five guys while the pins were coming off Jose's pain
racked body. Eventually all the pins were off and another guy paid money
for his turn.

    This continued for quite sometime. Jose was sucked right to the edge,
he was whipped, he had his ass fucked, he was tickled, you name it someone
decided to try it. But as agreed no permanent makes and no
cumming. Actually I was saving Jose's cumming for the grand finally. When
the last quarter of the game started I informed the group that the first
one to put a twenty in the pot got the privilege of making Jose shoot his
load. By this time his cock was so hard he had a pool of pre-cum on the
floor between his legs. Needless to say a twenty very quickly was put in
the pot.

    I took the winner into the kitchen so Jose couldn't hear me explain to
him what I wanted. I handed him a tube of Deep Heat and told him to lube
Jose up really well with it. I wanted his cock and balls thoroughly covered
with the stuff. Then he was to play with Jose's hole lubing it up too. Once
he was done he had the rest of the entire fourth quarter to tease Jose's
cock. I wanted Jose to cum exactly as the final second of the game
ended. As the winner was Jose's old Master, John, this scenario sounded
great to him. He would love nothing better than torturing Jose for that
long.

    We went back out and John put on a pair of vinyl gloves. He then
squirted some of the Deep Heat in his hand and started massaging it into
Jose's balls. He didn't let Jose see what it was but as it started
penetrating Jose knew immediately what it was. I could tell by the pain on
Jose's face how bad it burned. Next came Jose's cock. Again the cream was
liberally applied. Next I watched as John squirted some on his fingers and
started massaging it deep into Jose's asshole.  As the fire started hitting
Jose's ass he twisted and squirmed hoping to avoid the finger penetrating
his hole with the searing fire the cream produced. However, there was no
escaping for Jose, all he could do was hang there and suffer. When John was
happy with his work, he turned his attention back to Jose's still hard
cock. He began stroking it with his fingers working Jose toward a
climax. Ever so often John would add just a little more Deep Heat to help
him in his work. It was like watching a master violinist playing his
instrument as John slowly brought Jose closer and closer. He wasn't trying
to edge play him as much as he was building the intensity very slowly
toward orgasm. John kept a watch on the tv to see just how much longer
until the end of the game so he could adjust his ministrations
accordingly. By this point Jose's eyes had glassed over and his breathing
was coming in short ragged gasps. John had him so turned on with the
combination of pain and pleasure he was giving him. Every so often John
would remove his hand completely from Jose's cock and instead play with
Jose's ass. He would slide his finger in and out, each time using just a
little more of the special lube. At one point I knew he had his finger on
Jose's prostrate because I thought Jose was going to cum right then and
there, but before he could John pulled his fingers out.

    The closer to the end of the game the closer John brought Jose. We were
now down to the last two minutes. John started moving just a little faster,
but then one of the teams called a time out and he was forced to slow down
again. Jose was literally shaking in his bonds with his need. He was hardly
able to stand and spent more time hanging by his arms than standing on his
feet.  Finally the last minute hit. John had Jose so close that John had to
work hard at not making him cum prematurely. I could see Jose's cock
getting ready to cum. John held him right there, right at the brink until
the very last second then gave Jose one last stroke. Just as the final
second ticked off the clock, Jose's erupted in an orgasm that sent ropes of
cum shooting across the room. I knew why I had been denying Jose cumming
for so long. He made he proud as I heard gasps of shock at how much he had
cum and how far it had shot. Jose, now spent, slumped completely letting
his body hang from the ropes. Making no effort, or simply unable to stand
on his feet.  John had drained every last ounce of strength from Jose's
body. As I looked at him I was so glad that he belonged to me. I could tell
by the look on John's face, that at that moment he really regretted giving
Jose up as his slave.
                                   
    Once my friends had left I let my boys loose and let them take a much
deserved shower. I then took then to bed with me and fell asleep one on
each side. Their naked bodies pressed tight against mine. I was happy with
my slaves. I was proud of them.

    Perhaps I have let this account run on a little longer than I had
originally intended. However, I am usually not the one doing the writing. I
think I actually enjoyed it. Maybe I should do it more.  As I reread this
it makes my dick get hard, so perhaps I should. I have two slaves to take
care of my dick when it gets hard after all. As always comments are very
much welcome just e-mail me at BNDMaster13@yahoo.com.