Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 11:41:42 -0800 (PST)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "I Had No Idea" Chapter 47

"I Had No Idea" - Part 47
BY - BNDMaster13@yahoo.com

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    Yes, a third one in so short a time, consider yourselves very
fortunate. I am still home sick and just don't feel like working a slave
over right now, but I can sit and edit Alex's journal entries and actually
get a few posted. I have to tell you, I was a little disappointed. I wrote
the last one myself and what did I get back? We want to hear about Alex's
two weeks with Robert. Now, if I was a real jerk I would say tough shit!
But as I am a nice Master I won't. I will give you what you want, Alex's
journal of his time at Robert's.

    I arranged for Robert to watch Alex for the two weeks Jose and I were
to be gone. Hopefully you remember him. He is the Master that took Matt
last year about this time. He even wrote one chapter (still trying to get
him to write more) about his slave Matt. We still see them quite a bit and
Alex and Matt have always gotten along well. In fact I think Alex is almost
as attached to Matt as he is to Jose. Plus Alex likes Robert and I trust
him to take the proper care of my slave for me. I hadn't left Alex with
anyone since that time with John and I still regret that. But I knew Robert
was different. He takes such good care of Matt that I knew Alex would be in
good hands. So now as always let's turn this over to my Alex:

    I was so disappointed! When Master Rick had told me I would be a 24/7
bondage slave again it hadn't hit me it would mean I wouldn't be able to go
with him on the trip he was planning. He had talked about it for months and
I really wanted to go. However, it made sense, how do you drive across
country, staying in hotels, with a bound naked slave with you.  Or, like he
explained, what if for some reason the police stopped him with me tied up
and naked in the back seat. It's hard sometimes being what I am, a slave. I
am naked all the time. I am kept tied up all the time. But then, again,
that is what I am, a slave. I don't want to be anything else. My life is
serving my Master, nothing else matters. As long as Master Rick is happy I
am happy. My biggest worry was, who he would have watch me. The last time
he had left me had been when his grandmother died. He had left me with
Jose's old Master, John. That had been one of the worst experiences in my
entire life. All I could do was pray that Master Rick wouldn't send me back
to him this time. Master Rick, knowing him as I do, knew my concern as he
refused to tell me were I would be staying. He told me it was to be a
surprise. In other words I was his slave and had no choice in the matter so
it really didn't make any difference if I was concerned or not.

    So here it was the afternoon before Master Rick and Jose were set to
leave. Master Rick had told me he would be taking me to my slave sitter
right after lunch. He had packed me a bag. No clothes of course just some
of my personal toys. Now, finally it was time to go. As usual my hands were
cuffed behind me. I was wearing my leather ankle cuffs, my collar, and of
course my new locking cock and ball jewelry. Master Rick ordered me over to
him and he fit a full leather hood over my head. He laced it tight up the
back and locked it on. He then buckled a gag in my mouth and lastly placed
a blindfold over my eyes, sealing me tight in the hood. He took me by the
arm and started leading me, I assumed, toward the garage. As he did he
said, "All right Alex time to get you to the sitters house. I know you want
to know who, but you will just have to wait until we get there"

    Master Rick moved me across the playroom. I heard a door open and knew
we were in the garage by the feel of the concrete under my bare feet. I
heard him put a key in a lock and then he was helping me to climb into the
trunk of his car. I have travelled this way quite a few times and have
gotten used to it. Master Rick actually keeps a pillow in there just for
me. I laid down and adjusted myself to get comfortable as I heard the lid
close, locking me in the trunk. Shortly the car started and we drove off. I
have given up even trying to keep track of time when I travel in the
trunk. I just lay there and listen to the road noises and let my mind
drift. Trust me it is much easier than thinking about the fact that you are
locked in the trunk of a car, trapped there until you are
released. Eventually the car stopped and I waited expectantly for Master
Rick to release me. I was expecting him right away, but slowly the minutes
drug by and the trunk remained closed. Not that it mattered. I have learned
that a slave waits for it's Master. That may mean minutes, it may mean
hours, and it may mean days. It makes no difference. The only time that
matters to a slave is the time it has with it's Master. Anything beyond
that time means nothing.

    Finally I heard the key in the trunk lock and the sound of it
opening. Then I felt Master Rick's hand on my arm as he help lift me out of
the trunk. Once again cool cement was under my feet. He guided me with his
hand and soon the cement was replaced by carpet. Then as we continued, the
carpet was replaced by smooth tile. He moved me a little further then
ordered me into the present position. I quickly spread my legs, hips
forward, shoulders pulled back, and bowed my head ready for what ever was
going to happen. I had no clue who was inspecting me but I was determined
to show that I was a well trained slave and make my Master proud. The first
thing I felt was a hit on my left ankle. I assumed it meant my legs were
not spread far enough and I quickly moved to correct that. Then a hand
gripped my bound balls and squeezed hard. My initial response was to gasp
in pain but, as a slave, I knew better. I resisted the impulse and stood
there as my balls were mauled painfully and then my hard cock was slapped
by someone I couldn't see. I still had no clue who was there as I heard
Master Rick say, "Thanks for watching him for me. I really appreciate it."

    As he was talking he was moving away from me. When the response to his
words came they were to far away for me to hear anything but a muffled
voice. I realized Master Rick had just left. I was standing bound and naked
in the care of a someone and I had no clue who it was. Let me tell you,
even for a slave, it was really scary. I stood totally still trying to calm
my breathing. I had no intention of letting whoever was out there know just
how scared I was. I was Master Rick's slave and I was going to make him
proud regardless of anything else.

    I felt, rather than heard, that whoever it was had returned. A hand
brushing my balls as it clipped something to the ring on my the harness
told me that. Then a tug on my balls dropped me to my knees. I heard the
sound of a small click and then movement again as the person walked away
from me. A small tug told me my balls had been leashed to the floor. I was
now naked, bound, and chained by my balls. I had no clue where I was or who
the hell I had been left with. I will gladly say I was scared. I knew I had
no choice in the matter. I would serve and obey whoever my Master had left
me with, but even so I was scared half to death. However, what scared me
the most, (I have no clue why after all this time. I should be used to how
my cock reacts, but I'm not!) was the fact that I was so turned on by all
this. I sat there thinking that any sane, normal person would be frightened
beyond belief, but not me! Oh, no, I was sitting there with my cock hard as
a rock. I know, I say, I am totally a slave. I am totally addicted to pain
and abuse. But realizing, that even scared half to death, as long as I was
a bound slave my cock would be hard made me understand exactly what Master
Rick had transformed me into. And damn, I love every single minute of it!
You answer me this, what better life could I possibly have? I am the slave
of the only person who really loves me. And I love him with every fiber of
who and what I am, a bondage slave. God, as I am writing this I realize, I
do just what Master accuses me of all the time, I drift off track! He tells
me I wander all over the place when I write my journal. He is so right! But
you trying living my life, horny all the time, (and I mean all the time!)
tied up all the time, a slave all the time, and you see if you could do any
better! Sorry! Sorry! Let me get back on track here. I am naked, chained to
the floor, no idea where I was, again sorry for wandering off track.

    I knelt there, hooded, no clue of the passage of time. Not a sound to
even let me know there was a person near. The only thing I was sure of was
that it had quite a few hours. But then time runs together a lot for me
when I am tied up all alone. Finally, I heard movement near me. I felt
hands at the chain on my balls and realize the were being unhooked from the
floor. Next hands on my head unbuckling and removing the gag. Now that my
mouth was empty I wanted so badly to ask who the person out there was. But
I knew better than to talk without permission so I remained silent waiting
for whatever was to come. Still not a word, just a hand on my hooded head
pushing it down toward the floor. My forehead bumped into something hard
and I realized it was bowl. I guessed that a water dish had been set down
for me. The hand came off the back of my head and I assumed I was supposed
to drink. As I was dying of thirst I greedily stuck my tongue through the
opening in the hood and started lapping up the water. When I had drank my
fill I returned to the kneeling position. Now the hands were back, this
time helping me to my feet. Still not a word, but as he moved me across the
room he was close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. Then as he
continued to direct me I felt a hard cock brush my ass and realized whoever
it was also naked. We must have arrived at the destination as the hands now
started pushing me down into a sitting position. When my ass came in
contact with a toilet seat I knew I was being allowed to use the
bathroom. A hand grabbed my cock and pushed it down between my legs into
the toilet bowl. I let loose with a stream of piss as the hand held my cock
so it wouldn't go all over. Strange, how I have gotten use to this over the
years, having someone else hold my dick so I could pee. Or having some else
wipe my ass when I take a shit. Thankfully I didn't need to shit. The idea
of someone wiping my ass that I had no clue who they were was, even for me,
just a bit strange.

    When I was finished the hands helped me off the toilet and directed me
back, I assumed, to were I had been before. Again, as we moved, I felt the
hard cock brushing my ass. I was pushed back onto the floor. I smelled food
and then a spoon was at my mouth feeding me. Usually I just eat out of a
dog dish, but I guessed whoever it was didn't want me making a mess all
over the leather hood. The food was good. A nice thick beef stew and I was
actually a little disappointed when I heard the click of the spoon in an
empty bowl. Plus I was enjoying the companionship. I had been left alone,
isolated in the hood all afternoon and even though whoever it was didn't
say anything at least they were there. I heard the bowl being set on the
floor then my head was being pushed down again. This time I knew I was
being directed back to the bowl of water. I drank quickly and sat back
up. My face was then dried with a towel and the gag was pushed back into my
mouth and buckled in place. I felt hands on my shoulders then, some ones
head brushing my arm. As he did this, he rubbed his face across me so I
could feel a leather strap encircling his face. No wonder he hadn't said a
word. He was wearing a gag just like I was. So, whoever was here with me
was also a naked slave, just like me. What an incredible experience. I had
no use of my hands, couldn't see, or talk and my companion couldn't say a
word. It reminded me of the old expression the blind leading the blind so
to speak.

    My silent friend pushed me down onto the floor. I felt a pillow under
my head and realized he was telling me to lay down. I stretched out on the
hard tile floor as best I could. Then he was laying next to me pulling my
bound body close to his. He put his arms around me and held me close. He
stroked my shoulders and I could feel the heat of his body against
mine. God I was getting so turned on by this! My unknown friend holding me
and making me feel secure. As I snuggled in and felt the hard planes of his
body against mine, I realized I knew exactly who it was. There was no doubt
in my mind that it was Matt who was holding me. A year ago we had become
slave brothers. I had come to care just as much for him as I did Jose. Even
though Matt was owned now by Master Robert I still saw quite a bit of him
and still loved him just as much. That meant Master Rick had left me at
Master Robert's house! Thank god! I knew I would safe and well taken care
of. Plus, I would have Matt to keep me company. Even if we couldn't talk I
would still have Matt. I could feel his hands gently exploring my
body. Caressing me and making me feel safe and loved. Of course as a good
slave he never once attempted to touch those areas of my body that were off
limits. Though I wished so badly, as we lay there, that just this once it
would be ok to have him gently stroke my cock. I wished too, that I could
reciprocate but with my hands locked behind me all I could do was lay there
and enjoy the gentle stroking he was giving me. Amazing, I knew he loved
his Master as much as I did Master Rick, but sometimes only a fellow slave
can give you that special tenderness. Only someone that fully understands
what it means to be a slave. That special bond that only two boys in
service to their Master's can share.

    Eventually I felt a blanket being placed over us. As Matt's arms still
held me tight I assumed Master Robert must have done it. I felt so warm and
happy as I drifted off to sleep.

    Ok, this is a great place to end this. I had set that whole thing up
with Robert. I thought it would be a kick to keep Alex in the dark, as it
were, regarding where he was as long as possible. He had been kind of a
pain about wanting to know who he was going to stay with. I figured this
torment would be just what he needed to remind him that he was mine and had
no choice in the matter. God, Alex should trust me by now to take care of
him.

    I think that what I may do with the next few posts is alternate back
and forth between my trip with Jose and Alex's stay with Robert. That way I
get to write a bit. I rather enjoy it and you, the reader, will just have
to learn to deal with it. As always drop me a line and let me know what you
think. Once in awhile I even read them to Alex, BNDMaster13@yahoo.com.