Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2005 21:35:34 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 14

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>>


I'm sorry it's been so long between chapters but I
live in South Florida and keep getting hit with
hurricanes! My house had significant damage and we
were without power for ten days. Work was closed for
two weeks and now it's a scramble to make up for lost
time. Lastly, the dungeon was extensively damaged and
won't be open again for weeks. Thank you for your
patience and a special thank you to those who wrote
inquiring of our well being! It has been an unexpected
pleasure to have made some real friends out of writing
this story.

And Now...
Chapter 14

I stand there for a very long time. It's
uncomfortable. It's boring. Worst of all it's lonely.
I can't help but wonder what they're doing. I lean
back against the bars, slide down until my legs wedge
against the front of the cage, lean my head against
the bars, and fall into a light sleep. In the twilight
stage between being asleep and being fully awake I
think fantasize about things that might happen. I pop
a boner thinking about serving them.

Steven, David, and Michael are upstairs planning for
the following weekend. The big guy, Tom, and the
tattooed guy, Doug, are with them. They're the
president and vice president of the club respectively.
David points out, "He can control him. That's the most
impressive part about Steven. Anyone can tie someone
up and hurt him. It's his ability to truly control him
that defines him as a Dom."

Michael adds, "I'm telling you, he's a natural. He not
only keeps him in his place, but also moves him up and
down at will. He pushes him so fucking low and then
pulls him right back up again. He pushes him to the
fucking wall, then eases him back and pushes him even
further. I've seen him do it."

"The point is we need to see him do it. Is he the only
one you can do it to?" The president asks Steven.

"No. Being honest though, he's the one that really
interests me. He's challenging. He gives me a real run
for my money. I have to be on my game. I'm not into
some dumb fuck who'll bow to anyone at anytime. I want
the challenge of putting him in his place and keeping
him there or letting him back up and putting him down
there again."

They all smile. "I can relate to that." The tattooed
guy says and they all agree.

"Want to see me work him?" Steven asks them. They all
nod that they do. "Watch the monitor and take your
cues. We'll all have a good time, but him."

They all laugh. The dungeon is equipped with video
cameras that allow them to watch and hear what's going
on. For safety reasons they would never leave a sub
caged or bound without monitoring him. Though they
never let the sub know he's being watched. Sometimes,
the best part of the show is what the sub does when he
doesn't think anyone is watching.

Michael shares a story. "One time I had the pig tied
down to the bondage table all night. I waited until he
pissed himself and then went down and punished him for
it. I know he kept thinking he should've waited a
little bit longer." They laughed again as Steven
exited the room and went down to the dungeon.

Hearing someone coming I quickly stood, put my hands
behind my back, and looked down. Upstairs they
watched, "That little fuck! He's gonna make it look
like he's been standing respectfully all that time."

I'm so glad it's Steven. Walking right up to the cage
he pulls my face up with a finger under my chin and
looks directly into my eyes. "Did you miss me?" His
smile is wicked.

"Yes." He reaches into the cage, grabs me by the
balls, and pulls me hard against the bars. His smile
doesn't change.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Oh yes, Sir." I say between clenched teeth.

"That's better." He let's go of my balls and moves
back to lean against the table. "What'd you do while I
was gone?"

"Nothing Sir. I just stood here."

"Did you get hard?"

"Sometimes, Sir."

"Did you play with yourself?"

It was embarrassing to be asked that. "No, Sir. I
wouldn't without your permission."

"Good boy. So you just stood there the whole time and
did nothing just like you said?"

My heart started racing. That wasn't exactly the
truth. Shit! "No Sir, not exactly. I made myself as
comfortable as I could and sort of dozed off a little
bit."

His smile was gone. The silence hung there. "I'm
sorry, Sir." I looked down at the ground. I waited.
There was no response. I glanced back up and saw that
he hadn't moved at all. "I'm really sorry." I
repeated.

"What are you sorry for?" I had to think for a minute
because I wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry I made myself comfortable and fell asleep.
I should have been more obedient, Sir." My voice
trembled slightly, not out of fear but because I
disappointed him.

"And you're not sorry that you lied to me?" His voice
was low and steady. My heart sank. I squirmed as his
words hit me. I looked into his eyes and saw pure ice.

"Sir, I swear I didn't mean to lie. I just meant that
I was in the cage and couldn't do anything. I couldn't
sit down, I was standing." His face told me I was only
digging myself in deeper. "I'm very sorry Sir. I was
wrong. There's no excuse. Please forgive me." His eyes
flickered just a bit. I used that special voice I know
can get to him. "Please. I'm really sorry. Please,
Sir." A tear slipped down my face. His face softened.

Upstairs, Tom and Doug went nuts. "Who's controlling
who?" They demanded to know.

"Give him a chance! Watch him! He knows what he's
doing." Michael encouraged them. They continued to
watch.

Steven sank down to the floor and leaned back against
the table. He looked sad. "I don't think you
understand how much it hurts when you pull shit like
that." My heart sank.

"I'm really sorry! I swear I didn't mean to do
anything wrong. Honest. Please believe me." I was
begging, honestly and sincerely begging.

"You've been in there a long time." Unlocking the cage
he let me out. I took a step toward him but he
immediately snapped his fingers and pointed to the
floor. I immediately dropped to all fours in an effort
to please him. He touched me lightly behind my ear and
I felt so relieved at his soft touch. A split second
later he pushed down and I dropped to his feet,
licking and kissing them while thanking him for
forgiving me.

"We ate upstairs but you haven't eaten." I was moved
by his concern. Moving to the cupboard he took out a
bowl. I expected to eat from a bowl on the floor. Then
he took out a can of dog food. FUCK! There's no
fucking way I want to eat that! My mind raced as he
pulled the lid off and dumped it into the bowl. What
the fuck am I supposed to do now? "I forgive you for
disobeying and lying to me. I believe you when you say
you'd never do it intentionally." While he was talking
he opened his pants and took his cock out. Taking the
bowl of dog food he held it under his dick and pissed
in it. I watched him as I listened to his words. I was
totally fucked. He had me cornered and he knew it.

He placed the bowl on the floor and sat beside it.
Using his finger he summoned me over and made me crawl
across the room to reach him. I looked at him with the
mixed emotions of hoping he wouldn't make me do it and
knowing he would. "Get on your knees." I rose up to my
knees and put my hands behind my head. He stared into
my eyes and I knew I was fucked. He slammed the heel
of his foot into my balls and I doubled over in pain.
He patiently waited until I rose again then brought
his foot up hard between my legs slamming my balls
again. I doubled over again, this time kissing his
feet, apologizing, and promising to try to do better.
I rose again before him. "I know you're sorry and I
forgive you. The punishment is so you don't forget the
lesson. He kicked me in the balls again and I rolled
over onto my side whimpering. Grabbing me by the hair
he pulled me toward the bowl. "Now eat." I gagged at
the very thought of it as I looked at the dog food
floating in piss. As he pushed my face into the bowl
he said, "Don't ever fuck with me."

Upstairs they were pleased. "Okay. I see what you
mean. The look on the pig's face when he saw the dog
food said, `no fucking way.' By the time he was done
pissing in it you knew damned well he'd eat it."

I ate in silence. I occasionally looked up hoping he
would tell me I could stop, but he didn't. He finally
spoke as I neared the end. "I'm trying to get into the
club. In order to do that I have to put on a good
scene next week." He had my attention so I ate faster
hoping to finish and give him my full attention. "They
don't think I should use you for the demo." I stopped
eating and looked at him stunned. I was just about to
say something when he pushed my face back into the
bowl to finish. "They don't think you're experienced
enough or ready to handle it." His hand reached the
back of my head and held it in the bowl a split second
before I was going to talk. "I told them it would be
you. I was sure until you pulled your shit tonight."
He paused long enough to let the regret sink in. "Then
I thought about the tantrum you pulled at the gym when
we first made you clean it. Maybe I shouldn't have let
that slide" FUCK!! "Michael said I never should have
let that one go." He let that one hang there. "That or
the time you pissed all over yourself and the bondage
table. That was pure rebellion." He let go of my hair
and folded his hands in his lap. I rose to my knees
totally degraded. More so because I knew I had dog
food and piss on my lips and chin and even felt it
dripping onto my chest. "What do you have to say for
yourself?" His question struck to the bone.

"I fucked up. It's all my own fault. I swear I'll try
to do better. Please let me make it up to you. Please.
I'm sorry I've disappointed you. I really want to
please you." The tears were real this time. "Please
don't give up on me."

"I don't want to give up on you. You promise you'll do
better?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You'll be more obedient?"

"Yes, Sir."

"More respectful?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I can trust you?"

"Yes, Sir. Please let me prove it to you."

"I can trust you won't make me look bad in front of my
friends?"

"Yes Sir! I would never do that to you. Please give me
the chance to prove it to you. Please." He didn't say
anything. He just sat there thinking.

"I'm not going to go easy on you anymore. I don't
think it benefits either one of us. Do you?"

"No Sir." I hung my head in shame.

Upstairs Michael spoke, "Well gentleman, have I made
my point?"

"You have." They all agreed that Steven handled that
like a true Master.

"Then I think that's our cue to join in and make the
fucker really suffer. There's no fucking way he'll
wimp out on us. He'll take whatever we dish out
tonight so let's go have some fun!"