Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2005 19:20:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 12

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 12


Fortunately, cleaning the bathrooms at the gym lasted
only about a week and a half, but I gotta say that a
lot of good came out of it. First, the owner of the
place gave me a three-year free membership for helping
out in a pinch while the maintenance man was out sick.
The maintenance man gave me a great fruit basket for
preserving his job. My boss at my real job was
impressed that even with my big promotion I didn't
leave the gym in a lurch and still gave them notice to
replace me. Last, but not least, David was made
facilities manager because of how easily and smoothly
he handled things there.

Time seemed to fly by. Work was going great. Steven
and I were working at finding our niche together.
There were times he was brutal. There were other times
when he was loving and supportive. He managed to stake
his claim to me without being at all possessive. It
was very obvious to me and everyone else that he liked
the group and public play. There seemed to be little
he liked more than to humiliate or punish me with an
audience. The more people there, the lower he pushed
me. He liked to see me in pain. He liked the writhing,
the whimpering, and the begging. But most of all he
liked the tears. The tears that would just stream down
my face as I did everything I could to tolerate
whatever it was he wanted to inflict. He was the most
tender and loving when I was the most desperate for
relief.

We'd gone to dinner with family and friends. The night
was great. We ate at this restaurant right on the
water and the food was excellent. Everyone seemed to
be getting used to us as a couple. The transition from
friendship was smoother than anticipated. It almost
seemed like everyone but us knew it was inevitable. My
family thought it was great, but then again they
didn't know the true nature of our relationship. He'd
been my friend since we were little kids so they'd
watched him grow up and we were always close. His
parents were very distant, but that had little to do
either with me, or the fact that their son was gay.
They were just distant people. They are even more
distant with Craig than they are with Steven.

We all said our goodbyes as the night wound down.
Steven was driving and I never knew if we'd end up
together at his house, my house, or if he'd just drop
me off. It went however the mood struck him. As we
headed toward his house I figured I'd be spending the
night there. A quick thrill ran through me. I love
spending the night beside him. Walking in he steps to
the side to let me enter and closes the door behind
me. He crosses his arms and I drop to my knees before
him.

"Get undressed." I strip out of my clothes and kneel
before him naked this time. He slips his belt out of
his pants slowly. My stomach knots. I wasn't
anticipating this and my headspace is reeling. I'm
tense with anticipation not knowing where this is
going. "Put your forehead to the floor and your ass in
the air." I do as I'm told and he straddles me,
squeezing my rib cage tight between his legs. He
lashes his belt down across my left cheek. The sting
is sharp and tight. Then he slashes it across my right
cheek. He's slow and methodical, but relentless. He
doesn't even break a sweat, while I on the other hand
am soaked with sweat and racked with pain. The backs
of my thighs and my entire ass are burning hot and
hurting like all hell.

Finally he stops and backs off of me. "Look at me." I
get up on all fours and look him in the eyes. His eyes
are dancing and his grin is wicked. The bulge in his
pants says it all. I resist the urge to feel my ass to
see how hot it is and how badly it's welted. He rubs
his thumb down the length of his shaft through his
jeans. "Crawl into the garage." I move toward the
garage as his belt lands hard across my back. He
follows me beating me with his belt as I crawl as fast
as I can across the ling room and dining room, through
the kitchen and laundry room and out into the garage.
There's piece of rubber mat laid in the center of the
room and I move to it remaining on all fours. He lands
several more lashes with the belt.

"Lay on your back." I flip over onto my back and lie
out flat. He kicks my legs far apart. Stepping between
them he bends over and grabs me by the balls. Using
both hands he works my balls into the bottom of my
sac. He squeezes and lifts slowly and steadily. The
pressure increases and I slowly lift my ass off the
floor in an effort to relieve some of the pain. He
squeezes tighter and I can't help but turn my head to
the side and squeeze my eyes shut tight. "NO! Look at
me! Don't take your eyes off of me." I struggle to
look back at him. His eyes don't even shift from mine
for a second. Mine flinch from him as he makes a fist
with his other hand and makes it obvious that he's
going to hit me in the balls. Using the side of his
fist like a hammer he bangs down on my balls. I yank
them hard as I buck under the force of his blow. He
lines up a second shot. I cringe as he waits building
the tension. He slams them a second time harder than
the first. The moan bursts from my lips as I twist and
squirm. He tightens his grip and the pain wraps around
my body. The third shot to my balls shoots through me.
He releases me and I drop to the floor and
instinctively roll onto my side and into a fetal
position.

"Did I say you could move?" I stammer out an apology,
as I will myself back into position with my balls open
and vulnerable to him. "I was already in the mood to
make you hurt; now I have a good reason." He gives my
balls a solid kick.

I sob out another apology. I beg for forgiveness and
mercy. A smile spreads across his face but his eyes
don't warm at all. I know it's pointless but I can't
stop pleading. Even as I plead with him he pulls my
big balls tight and ties them tightly with rope into
the very bottom of my sac. Pulling off his shoes and
socks, he pulls one sock over my balls and stuffs the
other one in my mouth shutting me up instantly. He
straps my ankles into a spreader bar holding them
apart. Using the bar he pulls my legs up toward my
chest and straps my wrists to it as well leaving my
balls and my ass completely open and vulnerable to
him. Past experiences with him have taught me that the
longer he takes to set things up the longer it lasts
and the worse it is for me.

Grabbing some lube and an inflatable dildo he kneels
at my ass. Using a lot of lube he works the dildo up
my ass. It's not too bad because it's not inflated
yet. Standing up, he grabs a chair and places it at my
bottom. Never taking his eyes from me he slowly pulls
off his clothes as he asks, "Have you figured out
what's going to happen yet?"

My voice quivers, "No, Master."

"But you know you're fucked. Right?"

He drops his pants and his cock is rock hard. "Yes. I
know it." I watch him walk naked to the workbench and
get out his wood clamp vice. Coming back toward me he
picks up his belt again. He drops them both between
the chair and me. He sits in the chair with his legs
spread and strokes his hard and dripping cock.

"Let's see who lasts longer, you or me." He pumps the
air pump a few times inflating the dildo up my ass to
discomfort. I tense a bit. I tense more as he picks up
the belt. My asshole contracts with every blow of the
belt across my cheeks, it contracts tighter when he
hits my balls with the belt. My whole stomach cramps.
He places the wood vice on my balls and slowly
tightens it until I sink into the pressure. Sitting
back in the chair he places his feet on the backs of
my thighs and pushes my knees further into my chest.
He slowly jerks off looking at me. I'm uncomfortable,
but okay. He plays a while before taking it up a
notch.

My asshole hurts like hell as he pumps more air into
the dildo up my ass making it bigger than anything or
anyone I'm used to. The vice crushes my balls as he
makes it much tighter. I'm fighting for control
already and the belt slashing across my ass puts me
into a frenzy. "Take it fuckwad. I'm nowhere near
done." I struggle to get used to it as he sits back
and jerks off some more. From his sitting position he
uses one hand to jerk off and the other hand to hit me
with his belt. I moan and writhe beneath him I cling
to the feeling of his feet on my legs to be connected
to him in something other than the pain.

"I love to see you in pain. I get off on watching you
squirm. I love the sound that escapes your throat when
it hurts so bad you can't stop it. I love the way your
eyes beg, the look of wanting and dread at the same
time, and the look of panic that flashes across them
when the pain first hits you. But most of all, I love
the way you keep coming back for more, the way you
crave attention from me. Any kind of attention as long
as you get it. The way you'll do anything to get my
approval." He rubs a foot across my lips and I kiss
them the best I can with the sock still stuffed on my
mouth. "That's it. Kiss my foot. Show me you love me."
I worship his foot.

He uses the same foot to press the pump and fill the
dildo. My insides fill with pain. I moan in pain and
beg through the gag. I all out sob as he tightens the
vice more. My balls radiate pain from my knees to my
chest. He snickers as he picks up the belt and I try
to beg through my gag. Folding the belt in half he
hits me hard and steady across my ass and the back of
my thighs. The tears are rolling down my cheeks as the
pre-cum drips from his cock. He brings himself to the
edge as I suffer. I choke in despair as he stops
before cumming because I know it won't stop until he
shoots. I want to cry as he gets up from the chair and
comes to sit where my head is.

"I'm going to pull the sock out of your mouth. I don't
want to hear a sound until I tell you. Do you
understand me?" I nod that I do. He pulls the sock out
but holds my mouth open. "You must be thirsty." He
slowly lets his spit drool into my mouth. Slowly
lowering his mouth to mine he kisses me deeply and
passionately. I'm hurting like hell but still sink
into the kiss. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yes, Master. Please kiss me again. Please." My
emotions explode as he kisses me again.

"Do you want me to kiss you more?"

"Yes, please. Please." I'm begging while I'm fighting
against the pain.

"Here's the deal, you want me to kiss you more, and I
want to hurt you more. Can we both get what we want?"
He brushes his lips across mine as I try to think.
"Hhhhmmm? Do we have a deal?"

"Yes--Yes." My lust overrides my judgment.

"So you can take more?" I'm shaking my head no as my
mouth says yes. His smile is wicked and his eyes flash
cold as ice. My stomach sinks as he moves back to the
chair. Two pumps of the dildo make it feel like my ass
is going to explode. Tightening the vice makes my
balls feel like they're going to cave in. A deep
rumble screams from my throat as I struggle to even
breathe. His stroke on his cock is fast and steady
just like the belt landing on my ass and thighs. I
writhe beneath him and sob out begging for mercy and
relief. This pushes him over the edge and he fires his
load all over me. I'm soaked in his scum. I lay there
sobbing softly waiting for him to release me. He
relaxes back in his chair.

"So, here's the deal." Oh fuck him! I'm in agony and
he's still making deals. He fucking came already so
what the fuck does he give a shit. "I can release one
of your hands and you can jerk off for me. I really
want to see you cum. Or, if you want I can just
release you and you can go home. It's up you what
happens next." He hesitates a minute. "If you give me
what I want you can stay all weekend. If you decide to
leave you won't hear from me again until Monday. So?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to. Oh shit! I hurt so
bad. Please, I can't stand it anymore. Please." He
leans forward and unclasps my wrist. He sits back and
watches as I stroke my dick. It makes my balls ache as
I stroke my cock slow and easy. He eases back and
starts stroking his dick again. He rubs both his feet
across my face and slips his toes in and out of my
mouth. He rubs his toes in his cum on my chest and
feeds it to me off of his foot. I lick them clean as I
keep jerking off. He picks up his pace jerking himself
off and I try to copy him but my balls are killing me.
The dildo up my ass hurts like hell. I don't think I
can cum like this and tell him so.

"Well, if you don't cum, I'm going to turn your ball
sack into a fucking punching bag. So, you'd better
make it happen." SHIT! I can't fucking believe it but
I know he'll do it. "Here, let me help you." He comes
back to the floor and leans his head close to mine. He
eases in for a kiss and a jolt goes through me. He
moves in deeper and I stroke faster. He's working his
dick as I'm working mine. I start moving toward an
orgasm. The pleasure begins to override the pain. He's
watching me intently. Without easing out of the kiss
he tightens down on my balls slightly more and I just
jerk off faster to compensate for the increase in
pain. He pumps the dildo up and I stroke faster still.
He moans into my mouth as he kisses me and I take a
giant step closer to cumming. He moves his foot over
my balls and I scream out in pain even though his
mouth still covers mine. I hear him moan back and feel
him shoot a second load on me. He eases back and rests
on one elbow to watch me. "Do it baby. Cum for me. I
want to see you cum. Do not disappoint me or I'll have
to really make you hurt." He rubs his finger in his
cum puddle and puts it in my mouth for me to suck it
clean. I stroke fast and steady and feel my load
getting ready to shoot out my cock. I scream out as
fire shot after shot. The pain is unbearable as I come
down from my orgasm.

He stays propped on his elbow looking down on me.
"Fuck, you must really be hurting now. The problem is
it's going to hurt like hell when we release you. But,
you already know that. So, lets get it over with."
Sitting up, he releases the valve on the dildo and it
quickly deflates. He leaves the dildo in but it is
such a relief. He refastens my wrist to the spreader
bar and slowly loosens the vice on my balls. Tears
roll down my face and he licks them off. I love the
feel of his tongue caressing my face. He pulls the
sock off in one quick motion and it sends a shockwave
through my balls. He unties the knot of the rope
binding my balls torturously slowly. "This is going to
hurt so fucking bad! I'm so glad I'm not you." I take
a deep breath as he pulls the rope, untwirling it
quickly from my balls. I scream out in pain. He laughs
at me. "Pussy. This is what you were made for."

Rising to his feet he stands over me and spreads his
legs. Holding his cock in his hand he aims his piss on
me. The warm liquid is actually comforting and
soothing. I just let myself enjoy it not even thinking
about the reality that someone is pissing all over me.
I just let it feel good. He moves his stream up my
chest and I open my mouth as he takes aim at it. I
swallow some and let the rest drip down my face. He
finishes by shaking the last few drops on me.

He unclasps my wrists and lets my legs drop back down.
He takes off the spreader bar and I curl up to ease
the pain in my muscles and body. "You're a fucking
mess." I look up at him and see a huge smile across
his face. "Get cleaned up. I'll see you in bed." My
heart jumps at the thought of sleeping with him. He
looks me in the eye, "You know I love you." I simply
nod because I know he does. "Bring the belt. We might
need it again." That feeling of desire and dread hit
me all over again.