Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:59:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I Had No Idea" - Part 26

                   "I Had No Idea" - Part 26
                   BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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    As you have no doubt noticed it has been a while since I posted an
entry from Alex's journal.  Let me apologize. Since just before school let
out it has been crazy. I have missed several that I know you will all want
to read. In fact, Alex, mentions his new tattoos in this entry. Of course
you have not read about him getting them, but I will post those missing
entries latter. I wanted to get you back up to date on why it has been so
long since our last post.

    The last week of school my family learned that my grandmother on my
dad's side was quite sick. We immediately made plans to leave the day after
my last class. However, that morning, we got the phone call telling us she
had passed away. Needless to say it was not a pleasant trip and we were
gone longer than I had ever envisioned us being gone. But I will tell you
all about that latter in this narrative.

   The trip would take us from Texas all the way out to Seattle,
Washington. As soon as we began making arrangements I knew, that of course,
there was no way I could take Alex with me, even though I really wanted and
needed him along. But somehow, a naked, tied up guy just wouldn't travel to
well with my parents. Jose wasn't really a problem. He had a job after all
and I would just lock his cock up and leave him home to take care of the
house. But what was I going to do with Alex? Perhaps you don't really see
my dilemma. Why didn't I jut leave him home and let Jose take care of him?

    Yes, I could have just left Alex home with Jose. But, who would work
Alex over? Jose wouldn't. In addition, I really didn't trust Jose not to
release Alex while I was gone. In other words, I wanted Alex to remain a
tightly bound slave during my absence.  Was there someone I could get to
come and slave sit for me, perhaps? Then it hit me, I would take Alex to
someone's house and have him slave sat. I even knew who, Jose's ex Master,
John. It would be perfect, John could give Alex the continual abuse and
strict supervision he needed. I quickly called John and made all the
arrangements. I would deliver Alex to his house the day before I was going
to leave.  John would then watch Alex for the week I was going to be
gone. A week's trip that stretched into two! If I had realized how long we
would end up being gone I wouldn't have left Alex with John. John can be a
hard Master, but I thought a weeks hard use would be good for Alex. But to
be quite honest when I finally picked him up I could tell how hard the time
had been on him and just how badly he had missed me. When I heard about
everything that happened with him I felt bad I had put him through it. Yes,
I felt bad, but, Alex is my slave so he does as I require of him, when I
require it. That comment in and of itself is the end of the discussion.

    I want to start this narrative myself and then I will turn it, as
always over to Alex. I will pick up parts of his journal in an attempt to
let you, the reader, know what was going through his mind. For right now
though I want to start with my delivering Alex to John's house. I had
called John and arranged to take Alex there about 3pm. John wouldn't be
home, but I didn't need to get in his house to drop Alex off. I already
knew where I was supposed to leave Alex. I got Alex ready for the trip,
which, considering I keep him naked, doesn't really require that much. He
was wearing his leather slave collar, his wrists and ankle cuffs, his
chastity belt, and I had fitted him with the electric butt plug and a
harness to keep it locked on him. His hands were of course locked behind
his back, where else would they be? Additionally I had locked a gag in his
mouth to keep him quiet. Since my informing him of the slave sitting
arrangements, all he had done was try and talk me out of it. I had gotten
tired of disciplining him. No matter how much trouble he got in from me, he
still would try and talk me out of it. So I had just started keeping his
mouth plugged to keep him quiet. I loaded Alex and a bag with all his
favorite toys into the car and we set out for John's.

    John lives in a rather large house, well out of town, in a rural
setting. I had always liked John's place. In fact I had brought Alex out
there to play several times, which of course is another story you have
never read before. Perhaps I will post it one day.  John has several large
outbuildings including an old barn, an old chicken coop, and this really
neat old fashion wind mill. In the barn he has built himself quite a nice
play area. He has even turned several of the old horse stalls into cells
were he can keep boys he is playing with. When John had owned Jose one of
these was were Jose had been kept him most of the time. As I said, John can
be a rough, demanding Master, but I really thought it might be good for
Alex to spend a week with him. Then he might appreciate what a great Master
he has in me. Plus I had made in very clear that John could use Alex as he
wanted, but he could not cause him any permanent harm or injury. I really
wasn't worried. In all the time I had known John, I had never known him to
hurt anybody. Oh he used them hard, don't get me wrong, but he was very
much aware of were and when to draw the line with any boy he played with.

    We drove into John's yard and I pulled up in front of the barn. I
helped Alex out of the car and studiously avoided looking at his face. I
could tell by the sounds he was making that he was crying behind the gag
and to be honest, when Alex eyes fill with tears, it breaks my heart. I
shoved Alex in front of me to the barn door. I felt up on the door frame
until I found the key right where John had told me it would be. I unlocked
the door and shoved Alex inside. It was rather dimly lit but I could see
well enough. I moved Alex over to one of the cells just inside the door.
They were built more like large dog cages really, rather than true cells. I
knew that further back John had actual full size cells, but he had
suggested I put Alex in one of the dog cages at the front of the barn. I
opened the cage door so Alex could get inside. Before I let him though, I
grabbed him tightly and hugged him to me. I felt his naked body shivering
against mine and almost changed my mind about leaving him. But instead, I
pulled him back from me and tipped his face up toward mine. I wiped the
tears away from his eyes and said, "Alex, I love you, but you are staying
here while I am gone. Now stop the crying and be good for John. Make me
proud of you."

    With that I pushed his head down and made him crawl into the cage. The
cage was perhaps four foot square so Alex had to work just a bit to get
inside and then into a comfortable position.  I could tell as he sat down
that he wasn't going to enjoy the wire under his ass, but he really didn't
have much choice. I must admit, John's cage design was pretty good. Like I
said, the cage was about four foot square, made of good strong wire. The
bottom was set on a wooden base with wheels attached to it that actually
raised the cage bottom about a foot off the floor. If the locked boy needed
to relieve himself he could just pee through the bottom of the cage and not
be forced to sit in it. In one corner of the cage attached to the side was
a double sided dish. One held water and the other held what looked like dog
biscuits. I decided that I should take off Alex's gag just in case he
needed to drink some of the water while he waited for John. Knowing Alex,
he would gladly drink the water, but would have to pretty desperate before
he would ever eat one of the dog biscuits.

    As I removed the gag I ordered Alex to remain quiet. Amazingly he
actually did. I had really expected one last desperate appeal to me, but I
guess he had more or less given up and accepted his fate. I locked the cage
door shut and walked back to the barn door. I hung the cage key on a hook
just inside the door. In addition I hung my key ring that contained the
keys to the locks I used on Alex. Then one last thing to add, the remote to
Alex's butt plug. With one last look back at my Alex, sitting there locked
in the cage, I shut and locked the barn door. I replaced the key where I
had found it and left, leaving Alex all alone to await his fate. Now I
think it's time to turn this story over to Alex. Let me pick his journal up
right where I left off, with his being forced to watch me shut the barn
door behind me:

    As Rick shut the door I wanted to scream after him so badly. But those
last words of his, "make me proud," kept resounding in my head. I had been
such a damn nag the last few days. All I had done was whine about his
leaving me with John. I had done it, despite getting in all sorts of
trouble. Rick had even beaten my ass several times and finally, out of
desperation, he had just locked my mouth shut to keep me quiet. I think it
was finally, at this moment, that it hit me. As Rick's slave, I should just
shut up, and take what he gives me. I know, I have come to this realization
before, many times, but somehow this time when it had involved his leaving
me with someone else it had just shook me up so badly that I had forgotten
my place for awhile. But I wasn't going to do it again. I would make him
proud of me while I stayed with John. I would make sure that my behavior
was a credit to my Master, Rick.

    It was very dimly lit in the barn. Thankfully I had been here before so
I wasn't scared being left all alone. I knew that John had a rather nice
play area and quite a few cells. Toward the back were some large
ones. Sitting there with my ass pressed against the wire under me, I really
wished Rick had locked my up in one of them. This cage was small. Perhaps
four foot square.  Definitely large enough for a dog, but not quite large
enough for a human. Plus being forced to have the wire biting into my ass
made the spot where I have my new tattoo hurt. I noticed that in one corner
was a water bowl. I was glad Rick had removed my gag as I was already
thirsty. I maneuvered my bound body so I could lower my head down and lap
at the water. Even though it was hot just the wetness in my mouth tasted
good.

    Now, I know that I had said just a minute before, how I was going to
accept my fate, but as I sat there alone in the dim light I started hearing
all the little noises around me. I started getting scared all over
again. My mind began thinking about all the things John could and would do
to me and the nerves and fear took hold of me all over again. Yes, in one
part of my mind I knew I was Rick's slave and I was going to make him
proud, but in the other part I was scared shitless. I ask you, how would
you feel if it was you sitting were I was? You are naked, your hands are
locked behind your back, your ass has a plug locked in it, your dick is
locked in a chastity belt, and you are locked in a dog cage in a dark old
barn. Get real, of course you would be scared and so was I! Jose had told
me some of the things John had done to him. Rick had done things just as
bad, but with Rick I always knew he loved me. He always tempered the abuses
he inflicted on me because he cared. But John would have no such
compunction. I was going to simply be a toy for his amusement over the next
week. If I had known at this point that Rick would be gone over two weeks
and I would have to stay with John that long I think I would have
died. Thankfully, by the time I found out that Rick would be gone that
long, I had already resigned myself to my fate.

    I am not sure how long I sat there in the heat of the barn lost in my
thoughts and fears, but the sound of the door being opened brought my
attention back to the present. John must be home.  Despite my rush of panic
I readied myself for whatever might come. Light washed in the door as John
stepped through it. He must have flipped a light switch as suddenly the
dark barn was bathed in light. I sat still in my cage, my head down
awaiting his approach. I heard him move nearer and them heard him say,
"Well, well, what do we have here? Slave your Master has left you in my
care. He wants me to use you hard and that is exactly what I plan on
doing. Let's get you out of there so I can see just what I have to work
with."

    John unlocked the cage and opened the door. He grabbed me by the
shoulder and dragged me out. I had been sitting so long that my legs didn't
want to hold me up. But instead of helping me John just let me fall in a
heap on the floor. I heard him move away and then felt the searing pain of
my butt plug. He must have gone to get the remote control. Through the pain
I heard John say, "slave, I did not give you permission to be on the
floor. I want you standing in front of me now."

    He reinforced this order with another long jolt of pain. I scrambled to
get to my feet so he would take his finger off the trigger and stop the
pain. With a little effort I managed to stand up. I braced my shoulders,
head down, stomach in, legs spread wide and waited to see what would come
next. John slowly moved around me. He ran his hands over my ass, spreading
my cheeks with his finger. He made me lean forward so he could more easily
probe the end of the butt plug under the strap. Pushing it deeper into my
hole with his finger. John removed his probing finger, then hit the button
on my butt plug as he ordered me back to an upright position. I leapt to
obey, once again to end the searing pain in my ass. When I was upright
again he continued his exploration. He tested my balls, squeezing and
pulling them. Then he grabbed my calf muscles as if testing them for
strength. Next he moved his attention to my tits, pulling and twisting each
one until I inadvertently let a moan slip from my mouth. As soon as I did
the pain returned in my ass.  "Did I give you permission to make a sound
slave?" John yelled at me as the pain doubled me over.

    "Rick might let you get away with that shit, but I sure as hell
won't. You keep that mouth shut unless I say you can open it. Now, you will
keep still and quiet or you will wish you had never been born with an ass
hole." John lit my ass up with pain one last time to emphasis his point.

    John continued with his rough inspection. He squeezed my shoulder
muscles then made me open my mouth so he could inspect my teeth. God, I
felt like an animal rather than a human. In retrospect that was exactly
what John was attempting to make me feel like. His idea of using a slave
was to treat it like just another animal he has to care for.

    He finally finished his scrutiny of my body and walked away, leaving me
standing at attention in the middle of the barn. I knew better than to move
even a muscle, so I just stood there staring at the floor awaiting John's
return. My mind whirling in frightened anticipation for what might come
next. This was the first night, of my week of terror, as I was starting to
think of it. What did John have planned? I really wondered what he would
have in his hands when he returned to where I was standing. Amazingly, when
he came back all he was carrying was a large dog dish.  He set it on the
floor in front of me and said, "slave, I don't really have anymore time to
waste on you tonight, plus we have all day tomorrow for me to try you out,
so eat your food and then I am going to put you back in the cage."

    I looked down at the food bowl. God, it looked disgusting. I swear it
really was nothing but canned dog food looking back at me. Obviously I
hesitated a little to long as once again pain shot through my ass. John
kept it up until I dropped to my knees in pain. Finally he let up on the
button and said, "slave, get this straight. When I tell you to do something
you will immediately do it! No hesitation, no questions! Now, you will eat
what I have put in front of you. You will eat every single bite and then
lick the bowl clean. This is all you are getting and you will eat it. I
don't intend for you to get sick on me because you don't want to eat what I
give you."

    As John stood menacingly over me I lowered my head and began to eat. I
don't know what dog food tasted like, I think I do now, but it tasted
exactly the way I expected it would, gross. But somehow I managed to eat it
all. I even licked the bowl clean, just like I had been instructed.  When I
had finally finished, John made me remain on the floor while he removed my
ass plug.  Once he had done that he had me raise my face to him so he could
wash it, which was covered in a nice layer of the food. He then grabbed my
arm and drug me back to the cage. I was forced to shuffle after him on my
knees as he wasn't going to let me up. When we got back to the cage he
helped me in and locked the door behind me, trapping me back inside my
little prison. John, checked the water dish to make sure it was full and
then headed toward the door. He turned off the lights plunging the barn
into darkness. Just as he closed the door he said, "Goodnight slave. If you
need to shit or pee just do it. We'll hose off under your cage tomorrow."

    Then the door shut and I heard the lock being closed on the outside,
leaving me all alone in the dark. I wanted to cry! I wanted to scream! But
I realized that it wouldn't do any good. It certainly wasn't going to
change the fact that I was sitting in a cage. Or change the fact that I was
naked with my hands locked behind me with nothing to do but wait for John's
return the next day. At least that was what my mind kept trying to tell
me. But in reality, I was scared half to death and I could feel the tears
already forming in my eyes. In just the short amount of time I had already
spent with John I felt so de-humanized, so totally alone. All I could think
of was how badly I wanted Rick to walk back in the door right now! And how
truly long a week could be. What had become of my life? Me a young healthy
guy, reduced to living in a dog cage and eating dog food.  What was really
crazy was that as horrible as I felt, I realized that if it was Rick
putting me through this it would fine. But knowing that it was John,
someone who really didn't care anymore for me than an animal, made it all
seem so hopeless. Yet again the situation and the thoughts flowing through
my head were having the usual effect on my cock. It was trying to get hard
inside it's plastic prison. The more I dwelled on were I was, the harder I
could feel myself trying to get. God, I felt so impotent! I was a slave,
locked in a cage by it's Master. I was actually turned on by all of this
and yet I was a slave whose cock couldn't even get hard because it's Master
had it locked up. I was a slave who craved to serve. In the past year Rick
had worked his mental magic on me. He had really made me into what he
wanted me to be, His slave. My whole life revolved around the thought of
being used and abused. That was all I lived for. What if when our contract
was up, Rick decided to not keep me as a slave? I would die! This was what
I had learned I needed and now I craved it at the very center of my
being. I was a slave. I was Rick's slave and that was all I ever wanted to
be! So yes, I was scared of what John had in store for me, but I would use
this as an opportunity to learn to be an even better slave to Rick than I
already was. I would make him so proud of me that he would want to keep me
as his slave forever.

    With those thoughts running through my mind I attempted to lay down in
a comfortable position in the cage and see if I could get some
sleep. However, despite my best efforts there was no way I could get
comfortable. With the cramped space and the wire digging into me from below
it was going to be a long night. Somehow, despite all this, I still managed
to fall asleep but it was very short and very fitful. Needless to say when
I could finally tell the sun had come up and it was a new day, I was
exhausted from a rough night wedged in my cage. My body ached and all I
could do was think how badly I needed to stretch out my poor muscles. In
addition I needed to piss and shit so bad it wasn't funny. Somehow, I had
just not wanted to try and go through the bottom of the cage in the dark. I
knew I would end up with it all over myself. I really hoped John would show
up before my need to relieve myself became to bad.

    Unfortunately that didn't happen. I am not going to attempt to describe
how hard it was trying to relieve myself through the cage bottom. I will
say that I managed to piss quite easily, but taking a shit was one of the
hardest things I think I have ever done. Then being forced to remain in the
cage above it was just plain gross! It stunk and there was nothing I could
do about it. This whole situation was just plain miserable. God, I wanted
to go home to Rick so much I could hardly stand it!

    I can't tell you when, but eventually I heard sounds at the barn
door. As John threw the door open and flipped on the light, he said in a
disgusted voice, "God, it sticks in here. It smells like dirty slave."

    He walked over to me and grabbed the cage. John rolled it closer to the
door and then went out side. He returned with a hose and proceeded to wash
the mess I had made down a drain set in the floor. Once done with that he
unlocked my cage and helped me out. I was expecting him to just let me drop
to the floor, but instead, he actually helped me stand until I could get my
cramped legs to hold me up. When I was able to stand on my own he led me
over to a work bench covered with all sorts of items. He selected a set of
steel manacles and held them up for me to see and said, "Boy, you stink and
I need to clean you up. But first we are going to change out Rick's nice
leather cuffs for my steel ones."

    John unlocked my wrists after ordering me to keep my hands held behind
me. He removed my leather cuffs and replaced them with the steel
ones. These he locked on using the same locks. He then reattached the cuffs
together behind me with a short chain. I had maybe a six inch play between
my locked wrists. He then removed my leather ankle cuffs and replaced them
with similar steel cuffs. These too he connected with a chain. He used one
that was about 12 inches long. It would allow me to hobble, but make quick
movement virtually impossible. Now he turned his attention to my collar. He
removed the leather one that I always wore and replaced it with a hard
steel collar. He fastened the rather large hasp with a huge, heavy
padlock. The weight of the lock dug the collar painfully into my neck and
shoulders. He stood back and surveyed his handiwork. Obviously happy with
what he saw he said, "Nice slave. I think you look much better in my steel
than in Rick's leather. Besides leather is much to comfortable. I like to
know that my slave is feeling hard steel rubbing against his skin."

    Now John led my outside and stood me in the middle of the drive. He
grabbed the hose and said, "We cleaned up your mess inside but I still need
to do something about you."

    With that he squeezed the trigger on the hose and hit me with a jet of
water. My initial reaction, as the cold water pummeled my body, was to yell
out, which I did. John directed the water steam so it his me square in the
balls and yelled at me, "Hold still boy. You should be thanking me for
bothering to clean you up. No you either hold still or I will just keep
letting this hit you in the balls."

    The force of the water hitting my balls hurt so bad it almost doubled
me over, but I grit my teeth and held still so John would stop. Thankfully
he did and the pain slowly subsided in my balls. He used the hose to clean
my whole body especially my ass. He directed the steam up and down my ass
crack and then finally stopped. He grabbed me by the arm and led me a
little further away from the barn. He ordered me stand on a small block of
concrete set at the edge of the driveway. John locked my ankle chain to a
hook set into the cement. He then patted my ass and said, "Now that I have
you clean I need to let you dry off just a bit. You stand right here and I
will be back in a little while. Then we'll feed you some breakfast and get
started on what I have planned for the day."

    With that he walked off leaving me standing totally naked in the middle
of the driveway. I felt so open and exposed just standing there. God, what
was today going to bring? What the hell was John planning on doing with me?
My body still ached from being so cramped all night, what more would John
inflict on me today? All I really wanted at that moment was to see Rick's
car coming up the driveway to rescue me and take back home were I belonged.

    Let me stop Alex here. This has already run longer than I had
intended. We will pick up right here in the next instalment. Suffice it for
now to say, Alex had a wonderful day. I just wish I could have been there
to watch all of it. As always any thoughts or comments please let me
know. I might even pass some of your comments on to Alex.
BNDMaster13@yahoo.com.