Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 14:36:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 11

This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the
truth and nothing but the truth. The names have
definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are
all disease free and stay that way by protecting
ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other.
Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because
I'm imaginative and not stupid.

You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a
minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't
even think about reproducing or publishing it without
my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who
like to punish people! <<evil grin>>


CHAPTER 11

I spot Steven and David standing off to the side and
talking together when I get to the gym in the morning.
I'm feeling kind of lonely and walk over to them
excited by the idea of joining in their conversation.

"Good morning, Sirs!" I greet them cheerily.

They look at me seriously but say nothing. I figure I
approached them wrong and assume a more submissive
posture. Dropping my gym bag, I spread my legs, clasp
my hands behind my back, and wait silently.

Steven asks, "Did we invite you over?"

"No, Sir."

"Did we ask you to speak to us?" He continues.

"No, Sir." I'm feeling awkward about coming over and
lonelier than before. He let's the silence hang there
as they both stare at me. I start to sweat and squirm.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.

Finally Steven breaks the silence. "Get the fuck away
from us you fuckin low life piece of shit. Don't ever
approach real men when we're talking." His stare is
ice cold and his words hit harder than he's ever hit
me with the belt.

I barely whisper, "I'm sorry, Sir", as I turn to walk
away.

David calls, "Hey scumbag." I stop dead in my tracks
and look back at him. "Instead of working out this
morning clean the men's bathroom. The stuff is in the
closet."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I seethe inside! This fucking sucks!
I stand there too stunned to speak.

"NOW! You fuckwad! And it better be spotless! It
better be clean enough to eat off of if you know
what's good for you."

I walk off toward the locker room totally discouraged
and pissed as hell! I throw my gym bag into a locker,
pull off my shirt, and toss it in also. I slam it shut
and go to the back where the bathroom is. I slam the
closet door after getting out the cleaning supplies
and starting with the first stall I attack the toilet
scrubbing it clean. There are four stalls and four
urinals. I realize I'm going to have to work fast if
I'm going to get to work on time. The gym is full of
guys as working out before work is a popular time.
Some of the guys tease me and look at me funny as I'm
cleaning the bathroom in my gym shorts instead of a
club uniform. I try to save face by telling them I'm
just helping out. I make sure I get each one really
clean not knowing what they're going to make me do
next.

As I come out of one of the stalls carrying the
cleaning supplies with me I nearly jump out of my skin
at the sight of my boss. SHIT!! I knew he was a member
but I've never seen him here in the morning. Could
this day get any worse? I can't help but look down
totally discouraged and degraded. He just looks at me
and I can tell he's trying to figure out what's going
on.

"You work here?" He asks.

"Sometimes." I grasp at the straw he's thrown me in
hopes of salvaging my career.

"I'd like to see you in my office as soon as you get
to work. Don't let me keep you." He doesn't look back
as he walks away.

I finish up as fast as I can pissed as all hell!
They're going to fucking hear about how fucked up this
is. This is my fucking career! I've worked my ass off
and now it's probably fucked! I go looking for them
but can't find either one of them. It's getting late
and I've got to get to work on time especially since I
have to see my boss as soon as I get there. I shower
quickly, get dressed quicker, take one last
unsuccessful look for them, and dash out the door. I
arrive at work a couple of minutes early and wanting
to get what's ever coming over with go directly to my
boss's office. He tells me to enter and close the door
and I brace myself for what's coming. He doesn't ask
me to sit down and I take that as a very bad sign. My
heart sinks.

"I'll get right to the point because I have a meeting
I have to get to." Shit! Here it comes, I figure.
"Your work has always been outstanding but the last
few months you've gone above and beyond. This morning
when I saw you cleaning bathrooms it really took me
back."

"Please Sir, let me explain..."

"There's no reason to explain. I really admire a man
who's willing to work hard for what he needs and
wants. You're exactly the type of person we need
around here. I promised you a promotion to regional
director and a significant raise to go with it. I'm
sorry I didn't get to it sooner. It will be
retroactive to last month. I hope this helps with your
financial situation but I want you to know that I
don't think any less of you. In fact you've really
proven yourself in my eyes. I'm glad I ran into you
this morning at the gym."

I was stunned beyond words! I thanked him as he rushed
off to his next meeting and practically ran back to my
office. With a big smile on my face I tell my
secretary to get packing because we are moving
upstairs to a big corner office. She's genuinely
excited for me and even more excited to know that
she'll be getting a big raise as well by moving up a
couple of categories. Forgetting where we are she
gives me a big hug and congratulates me on a job well
done and thanks me for taking her up the ladder with
me. Could this day get any better? My boss told his
secretary to email everyone announcing the change and
lots of people come by to congratulate me.

I never call Steven at work and after this morning I
had no idea what to do. I sit in my office and pick up
and put down the phone at least ten times before
getting up the nerve to call him. I hold my breath as
they look for him.

"Have you calmed down yet because if you haven't you'd
better think before you say anything you'll regret?"
Is how he starts the conversation.

It takes me a second to realize what he's talking
about having something else entirely on my mind. It
also dawns on me that if they hadn't made me clean the
bathroom this might not have happened today, although
I think it still would have happened eventually. I
excitedly tell him all about my promotion. He's
excited by the news and congratulates me a lot. It
feels so good to be sharing this news with him.

As the conversation nears the end his tone changes.
"Listen up scumbag. We saw the little hissy fit you
threw in the locker room this morning. You behaved
like a real cunt and you're going to pay for it. You
want to behave like a pussy we'll treat you like
pussy. Be at the gym at 6:45 and don't be late." As
always lately he hangs up before I have a chance to
respond. My stomach clenches thinking about what he
said and wondering what's going to happen to me but
I'm way too busy at work to dwell on it and the day
flies by.

The guy at the front desk at the gym has a wicked grin
on his face as he tells me they're waiting for me
upstairs. I enter to find Steven, David, and John
waiting for me. Closing the door behind me I drop to
my knees before them.

David talks, "It's a damn good thing you still know
your place and didn't let that promotion go to your
head. You're still going to be punished for behaving
like a fucking little twat this morning." Opening the
blinds in his office gives us full view of the inside
pool on the level below us. "A water aerobics class
starts in ten minutes. You're taking it. If you're
going to behave like a bitch then we'll treat you like
a bitch." Pulling their chairs up to the window he
reminds me that they'll be watching the whole time.

He throws me a pair of board shorts and I rush
downstairs to change thinking this isn't bad. It could
be much worse. I change quickly into my shorts and
rush out to the pool so I'm not late. Looking up at
the window I can see the three of them sitting back
and watching. Looking at the class I realize I'm the
only guy taking it. The rest are all women, mostly
older women. I can see them laughing as they realize
my embarrassment. I figure what the fuck, jump into
the water with all the women. I take their
good-natured teasing with a grain of salt.

The exercises are distinctly feminine with lots of
stretching and dance moves. There's lots of hip
movement and exercises with your legs spread wide
apart. I feel like a klutz as they move through the
routine smoothly and gracefully. I'm also a little
taken back by how tough it is. I mean my heart is
really pumping and I'm thinking I'm in pretty good
shape. Every time I look up they're laughing and
smiling at me thoroughly enjoying my situation. The
class lasts an hour and the nice ladies all invite me
back.

The three of them meet me in the locker room and tease
me good about the class. I take it good-naturedly
until David tells me, "The maintenance man is out
sick. Clean the bathroom and the showers and meet us
back at your house. If you throw another tantrum like
this morning you're going to get a beating like you've
never even imagined." They walk out before I can fuck
up by saying anything. I get the stuff out of the
closet and lean the whole fucking place again in just
my board shorts. After showering I go to my locker to
get dressed to find it emptied out except for my car
keys. I pull my board shorts back on and walk out to
my car barefoot and shirtless to drive home.

They're waiting for me in my living room. Dropping my
shorts I kneel in front of them.

"Did you clean the bathroom?" David asks.

"Yes, Sir, and the showers." He nods his approval.

Steven takes over. "Here's the thing. We don't want
you forgetting what you are because of your promotion
so we figure we have to do something that reminds
you." The silence hangs there.

"Crawl over here." John commands. I crawl to him.
Grabbing me by the balls he pulls me up and pushes me
across his lap. He tightly wedges be balls between his
legs so I can't move without making them ache. He uses
his hand to spank me really hard. My ass is on fire as
his hand punishes it. He keeps at it until I'm
whimpering with each blow. He finally stops but grabs
my balls between my legs and squeezes them between
both hands. He squeezes so hard as I drop to the
ground and curl up at his feet in a natural reaction
to the pain. Finally letting go he drops his pants and
tells me to kiss his ass and thank him for reminding
me what I am. I kiss his ass tenderly as my ass is
stinging red-hot.

"Now crawl over here." David stakes his claim. I
tremble as he pulls me across his lap for another
spanking. His hand is like a fucking sledgehammer and
my whimpering turns to sobs. Tears run down my face as
Steven watches smiling. I involuntarily reach behind
with my hands to protect my ass. He pushes my hands
away and lands several more hits even harder. When he
stops I gratefully drop to my knees and kiss his feet
in honest and sincere gratitude.

"My turn." I look at Steven with both desire and
dread. I crawl over to him and kneel at his feet. "You
don't think you've grown a set of balls and become a
real man because you got a promotion, do you?"

"No Sir."

"You're not thinking you're a real man like us now,
right?"

I don't know where he's going with this. "No, Sir. I
don't think I'm a real man like you are, Sir."

"Good. Because a real man deserves to have his balls
licked and sucked to give him pleasure." He pauses as
he's talking. "But, your balls aren't like that,
right? Your balls aren't made for pleasure they're
made for pain, right boy?"

Oh fuck! Now I know where this is going. "Yes, Sir."

"Follow me." We all follow him out to the garage and I
find my woodworking bench has been pulled to the
center of the garage. "Get on all fours on top of the
table." I obey him and my ankles are tied to one set
of legs as my wrists are tied to the other. My knees
are tied down as well making it where I have to stay
on all fours. Steven grabs my balls roughly and snaps
a ball stretcher in place pulling my big balls to the
bottom of my sack. I cringe against the pressure as he
tightly wraps then in a stretchy cloth. My stomach
sinks as he pulls the big set of wood clamp from the
shelf and begins tightening them around my balls. He
turns the crank slowly but the pressure steadily
increases. It turns from pressure to pain. It turns
from pain to torture. I'm crying and begging for mercy
as he reminds me that this is what my balls were made
for and that I should not only take it but I should be
thankful for it.

"This is what your balls are for. They're supposed to
hurt. If they didn't hurt they'd be totally useless.
Isn't that right boy?" He turns the crank a bit more
really pushing me to the limit. "I know what you need
fucker. You need something to take your mind off your
balls." I nearly double over as he puts tight nipple
clamps right on the tips of my nipples and the pain in
my chest immediately connects to the pain in my balls.
I drop down onto my elbows from the pain.

"Just like a fucking cum dump offering your ass to a
real man." He taunts me more. Pulling off his pants
and climbing up on the table he lubes his cock and
slowly pushes it into my ass. The pain in my balls
explodes as he fills me from the inside increasing all
the pressure. He fucks me slow and steady. Just as I
begin to adjust to it he tells David to smack my ass
because he thinks I'm starting to enjoy myself. David
cracks my ass hard making the vice on my balls shake
more and the pain is everywhere at once.

John moves in front of me stroking his rock hard cock.
"Open up cocksucker. You have to earn your keep." He
pushes his cock into my mouth and moves it in and out
as he continues jerking it off. David alternates
between jerking off and smacking my ass while Steven
continues to fuck me. I hurt everywhere. I feel John's
cock swell and he pulls out of my mouth and fires his
load across my mouth and cheeks. David immediately
takes his place pushing his even fatter cock in my
mouth while he jerks it off.

Steven continues to slow fuck me as David moves closer
to shooting. He shoots right in my mouth and I try to
swallow it all but at this angle some just drools down
my chin mixed with my own spit. Steven picks up the
pace in his assault on my ass. John says, "You're just
a cunt getting fucked now. You don't need these." He
tightens the vice on my balls more and I scream out in
pain. Steven goes red neck on my ass and fucks me fast
and hard. It's not long before he shoots his load deep
inside me. It feels like an eternity before he finally
pulls out. I'm whimpering and moaning trying not to
complain about my aching balls and nipples. By this
point the pain is radiating across my back and even my
knees are killing me.

"Why isn't your dick hard boy?" He asks.

I practically cry as I answer, "It hurts too bad Sir.
I can't get hard when it hurts this much." I'm hoping
for some sympathy. They just laugh.

"I think you're full of shit! Untie him." After they
untie me I'm made to lie on my back. My balls are
still in the vice and hurting like hell but my nipples
have gone numb. Lube is poured on my limp dick.
"Here's what's going to happen. Every two minutes
we're going to take the nipple clamps off and put them
back on." Oh shit! I know how much more it hurts when
they keep getting taken off and put back on. "A minute
after we work the nipple clamps we're going to tighten
the clamps on your balls a little bit more. Let's see
how long it takes you to cum now. On the count of
three start jerking off. One, two, three, go."

My hand finds my dick real quick and I stroke it in
long slow strokes. I try to block out them and the
pain as I jerk myself off. After a short time my brain
direct my attention to the good feelings in my dick
rather than the pain in my balls and on my nipples. I
surprise myself by getting hard and it's really
starting to feel good when all of a sudden my nipples
explode in pain as the clamps are taken off. Just as
the pain begins to fade they're put back on and they
hurt like hell again. I do my best to concentrate just
on my dick until the clamp around my balls tightens
more. I increase my speed and the pressure of my hand
on my cock and I'm so thankful when one of them
squirts more lube on.

It's another couple of times of enduring the pain in
my nipples being tortured and the vice on my balls
being tightened before the pain and the pleasure all
mix together and I shoot the most amount of cum I've
ever shot in my whole life. The scum just pours out of
my cock landing all across my stomach, chest, and even
my face.

"I knew you were full of shit! You can't hurt too much
to cum because it's the pain that gets you off. Now is
when you're going to really suffer. All this shit has
to come off." I know what he's talking about. The pain
will be unbearable when they take off the nipple
clamps and the vice now that I've cum. I know the
longer they wait the worse it will be. They look down
at me with evil grins knowing exactly what they're
doing and how much more I'm dreading it as time
passes.

"Hold him down tight." John and David press me down
into the workbench as Steven takes off the clamp. I
try to jump off the table but they hold me down.
"Don't you fucking move again! You just lay there and
take it!" He grabs my nipple again. He pinches and
twists it to drive his point home. I lay there as the
pain rips across my chest. "Don't hold him this time.
Don't you fucking move when I take it off. If you move
we'll do it again until you learn some self control."
He places his hand on the nipple clamp and I hold my
breath, but he does nothing. "Breathe. I won't take it
off until you breathe." Fuck! You can't understand how
hard this is unless you've been through it. I breathe
raggedly until he takes it off and I exhale every bit
of air in my lungs and hold it until the pain subsides
enough to breathe in again. I take two or three
breaths when David slaps his hand down across my
aching nipple sending shock waves of pain through me
as they all laugh at me.

John climbs up and sits his bare ass across my
shoulders as they prepare to take off the vice on my
balls. David goes to the bottom and holds my ankles.
"One, two, three!" I scream in pain as Steven very
quickly un-cranks the clamps on my balls and the pain
slams into them. Before it even subsides he quickly
unwraps the material that's binding them and I squirm
so much I'd fall off the table if they weren't holding
me down so hard. He pulls open the ball stretcher in
one quick motion and I let out a final scream and lie
there panting for breath.

They pull their pants back on. They congratulate me on
my new promotion. As they leave David gets in a final
shot, "Don't forget to get to the gym early enough to
clean the bathrooms before work and go straight there
after work to clean them again." Shooting me the bird
they leave together. I curl up on the table and fall
asleep in the garage.