Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2005 22:26:10 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 16

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 16

"You smell like ass crack and ball sac." Steven wakes
me up by nudging me with his foot. "Lets get cleaned
up and get the fuck out of here." I'm shocked that he
helps me to clean up the dungeon. I scrub myself clean
in the shower as he watches me. I have a number of
welts and bruises from the night's activities. I can't
help popping a boner with him staring at me like that.
"You have any clothes in your car" He asks me. I shake
my head no. His smile broadens, "I guess you just
learned a valuable lesson, from now on you'll always
have something packed in case you need it. You can
ride home like that." Fuck! I'm buck ass naked!

"Sir, may I wrap the towel around me?"

"Is it your towel?"

"No, Sir, but I'll be sure to return it."

"Did you ask permission to borrow it?"

"I'm asking now, Sir."

"But it's not my towel, boy. I can't give you
permission to use other people's things."

"But Sir, I can't go naked. What if someone sees me?"

"I don't see how that's my problem boy, but I'll get
you something to wear." Back in the dungeon he grabs a
leather collar with a leash attached and hands it to
me. "Put this on and let's go." FUCK! My heart races
as we move to the door. I'm glad to see that it's
pitch black outside. I run to the car and get in as
quickly as possible. Glancing at the clock in my car I
see it's much earlier than I'd thought. Steven drives
and it's weird to be riding naked in a car. My cock is
rock hard again. "You are one sick fuck." He comments
looking down at my hard on. My stomach tightens as we
zip past what would have been the turn to either one
of our houses.

"May I ask where we're going?"

"No." I sit in silence trying to figure it out. I know
the cars next to us can see my collar and that I'm
shirtless. I cover my crotch with my hands in an
effort to hide the fact I'm naked. He drives to a
place I've never been before in a seedy part of the
city. I'm nervous as hell as he pulls up to a
storefront. "Wait here." Is his command as he jumps
out of the car and enters the place. I feel vulnerable
and conspicuous alone and naked in the car. I wait for
what seems like forever but is probably just a few
minutes. I'm relieved when he comes back out. He says
nothing as he gets back in, puts the car in gear, and
pulls into an alley leading to the back of the same
building. Looking at me intensely he asks, "Whatever I
say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." He comes around and opens my door.
Grabbing the leash he pulls me out of the car. A chill
runs through me as the night air hits my naked skin. I
follow his lead into the place with my head down and
my hands behind my back. There's a small bar crowded
with guys sitting and standing around. I'm the only
one naked. I'm certainly the only one on a leash.
Steven confidently walks up to the bar and orders a
beer.

As the bartender pours it he looks at me, "We don't
serve slaves, whores, or pigs." I flush in
embarrassment.

"Well that definitely lets him out then." Steven says
with a laugh. I can feel guys looking and staring at
me. My fucking rod is rock hard again.

The big guy next to us moves a bit closer. "It looks
like he took a beating."

"No more than usual." Steven replies in a friendly
voice. Introducing himself, they shake hands. Seeing
his friendly way others relax and move closer around
us.

"So what's his story?" The guy asks pointing to me.

"He's my bitch. End of story." Steven's smile and good
humor come through and they all laugh.

"Nice piece of ass to own," another guy adds
complimenting Steven.

Steven appears unfazed, "Just another piece of street
meat." He says it casually as he takes another swig of
his beer. "Want a piece of it?" He throws the question
out to the guys standing there. My stomach sinks. They
look at each other until the first guy says yeah. Then
others join in. Steven points to the floor and I drop
to my knees. He points to the crotch of the first guy
who answered. "Suck his cock, Bitch." I open his pants
and pull his cock out. Moving my mouth over it I wet
him down with my spit and then slide his cock in my
mouth. Using my hands to move his skin back and forth
I jerk him off and blow him at the same time. Other
guys take their dicks out and stroke them.

Grabbing me by the hair another guy pulls me off the
cock I'm on and pushes my face down on his cock. "Suck
my cock." He pushes me down on his dick and I go at it
hungrily until someone else stakes his claim to my
mouth. I'm passed around the circle jerk giving brief
blowjobs. Each cock tastes and feels different. Some
ooze pre-cum while others are dry. Some are uncut, but
most are cut. I suck them all as I'm commanded to.
"Suck them slave! It's all your good for. Suck their
big dicks. All you are is a cock sucking cum dump."

One guys grabs my hair and pushes his cock in my mouth
seconds before he shoots. My mouth fills with the
tangy taste of his cum and it slides down my throat.
Now that they know it's okay, they jerk off faster and
harder until they're ready to dump their load and then
they pull me over to shoot it directly into my mouth.
"Drink all their cum cock sucker". A couple of guys
shoot while I'm sucking down someone else and their
scum lands on me. As I get tired Steven pushes my face
into their crotches and smacks me hard across my ass.
I must swallow a dozen loads before they're all done.

Staying on my knees I look up to Steven who's still
comfortably nursing his beer. He looks pleased. A
couple of guys offer to buy us beers. Looking at me
Steven asks, "Thirsty?"

"Yes, Sir."

The bartender immediately responds, "I'm sorry, man,
but I told you we don't serve slaves, whores or pigs."
He places a beer in front of Steven, "This one for you
is on the house though." That's like a kick to my gut.
I look down feeling really low. Steven rubs my hair. I
look up at him to find him smiling at me. I feel
better instantly. He lowers his zipper and takes his
dick out. "You can take a drink from me." Putting his
dick in my mouth he pushes lightly and his flow of
urine fills me up. I drink his whole bladder full of
piss without spilling a drop. Putting his dick away he
leans back to drink his beer. "You wanna play, you
gotta pay." He slips his belt off. My ass is already
so sore I dread what's coming. "Bend over the
barstool." I whimper as I humiliate myself by bending
over the barstool to be spanked in front of all these
men. He lands ten good lashes that he makes me count
out loud. He makes me kiss the belt and his hands as I
thank him for punishing me in front of everyone. They
make him promise to come back.

"That was fun." He winks to me as he says it. We head
straight to his house. Pulling into the driveway he
looks at me, "Nite Nite boy. Careful driving home."

As he reaches for the door handle I start begging and
pleading that he not do this to me. He sits there
smirking as he listens to me beg. He doesn't say a
word and eventually I run out of steam. With the same
stupid smirk he says, "I still don't see how any of
this is my problem." I give up as he steps from the
car. "I didn't hear you say thank you." I have no
fight left.

"Thank you, Sir." I try to say it without any tone or
attitude in my voice.

His smile broadens. "Good boy. You have no idea the
beating you'd have gotten if you'd pulled an attitude
with me. You just learned two important lessons.
First, always have extra clothes packed and ready.
Second, always watch your tone and attitude with me or
you will fucking regret it. I won't ever tolerate
another tantrum. Don't forget either lesson or you'll
pay for it; and the price will be very high." Right in
his driveway he drops his jeans and throws them in the
backseat of the car. Winking, he turns and walks
inside and I see he has on a pair of board shorts
under his pants. I breathe a sigh of relief and take
great comfort in knowing he planned on taking care of
me all along.

I sleep soundly and awaken with the alarm. Looking at
myself in the mirror I'm taken back by the number of
welts I still have and my ass and thighs are covered
in black and blues. I shower, dress to cover all my
bruises, and meet John as is usual on Sunday mornings.
After church we go to our usual place for breakfast
and find Steven and Craig there waiting for us. John
slips in the booth beside Craig and Steven slides out
so I can sit on the inside of the booth.

Our usual waitress comes with a pot full of coffee and
puts it on the table between us. After exchanging
pleasantries she asks us what we want to eat. John
orders first, then Craig, then Steven. Looking at me
the waitress waits for my order. I'm starving but I
don't know what to do. Finally, without permission to
order anything, I tell her I'm just having coffee.

"When was the last time you ate?" Steven asks me.

"Last night, with you."

"You mean that shit from a can you had? That crap
isn't something I'd give my dog to eat." Turning to
the waitress he tells her, "He eats like shit. Please
bring him two eggs with bacon, hash browns, toast, and
an order of pancakes. If he doesn't eat it I'll beat
the crap out of him."

"If he doesn't eat it I'll beat him myself." She says
with a stern look of consternation and concern. "It's
a good thing they watch out for you." They all nod
with agreement as she walks away.

Craig asks, "What did you eat last night?"

I look to Steven before answering him. He nods so I
tell him, "I had a can of dog food floating in your
brother's piss." They make gagging sounds as Steven
just laughs.

"Then I beat and tortured the crap out of him,
literally. Then he sucked down about a dozen loads and
got himself fucked up the ass by more than one."

"You fucking pig!" John says to me.

"You suck, man!" Craig adds. There's a brief silence
until what he said sinks in and everyone breaks out
laughing at the unintended pun.

I scoff down all my breakfast. I was ravenously
hungry. The conversation is light and airy as we eat.
Steven tells them about the club initiation he's
facing next week. They're obviously interested but
Steven won't share his plans. Even Craig says he'd
like to see it as well as John. We linger over coffee.
We all agree to all meet for Tennis at two.

We're both pretty tired and decide we need to take a
nap. We head to Steven's place. I strip down as soon
as we enter and drop to my knees. I don't want to piss
him off. "Did you do that because you want to or
because you're afraid of the consequences of fucking
up?"

"Both, Master." It's an honest answer.

"Good boy". He rubs me gently behind the ear. "Crawl
to my bed." He watches me from behind as I crawl up to
his bedroom. It's awkward and embarrassing. I follow
his motions and crawl onto his bed. He lies on top of
me pinning me beneath him. He holds me tight confining
me as much as possible. He covers my face with light
rapid kisses and I shiver beneath him. "Keep behaving
the way you have been. You've been very good since our
talk last night. Now that I know what you're capable
of I won't accept anything less from you. Do you get
it?" I tell him I do. "Good because if I have to
punish you for bad behavior it will be real punishment
and it won't be fun for either one of us. Don't fuck
it up! Don't!" I swallow hard and snuggle into him. I
feel his weight as he falls asleep. I can't help but
wonder at his warning. Eventually, I fall asleep
beneath him.

We meet for tennis. We play elimination rounds. I
easily beat John while Steven beats Craig. Switching
partners, I beat Craig while Steven beats John. Steven
and I face off. Steven looks me straight in the eyes.
"Play your best game. Play to win." I do. I play the
hardest and the best I've ever played. We go point for
point. I don't win by skill. I win by endurance. I win
by the ability to push myself harder and further.

After the game I drop to my knees as much in
exhaustion as out of respect. I stay on my knees as he
approaches. Looking down at me he says, "You played a
really good game. I'm proud of you. You've always been
my biggest challenge. You still are."

"You bring out the best in me. You always have."

"I'm going to continue to. I won't accept less than
your best. Any time I think your giving less than your
best you'll pay for it."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

We all head back to Steven's. As soon as we enter his
house I strip naked and drop to my knees as they get
comfortable. Steven points to his feet. I crawl over
to him and remove his sneakers and socks. I lick his
sweaty feet and suck his toes. "We have guests. Do the
same for them." I crawl over to Craig and remove his
sneakers and socks as well. I lick his feet clean. I
can't help but notice that he's popped a boner in his
tennis shorts. Steven snaps his fingers and motions me
over to John. John teases and taunts. He wipes his
feet across my face. He pushes his toes into my mouth.
He pulls them under his chair to make it harder for me
to reach him. Steven just laughs along with him.

Stepping out of the room, Steven comes back carrying
some rope. Finding the center of the rope he ties it
tightly to my balls as I continue to lick John's feet.
He pulls me backward by my balls until I've crawled to
the center of the room. He ties my balls to each of my
ankles. I'm bent tight and can't move without pulling
on my balls. He continues with the length of rope to
pull my wrists back between my knees and ties them to
my ankles as well. My shoulders and face are plastered
to the carpeted floor and I can't move without yanking
my balls.

"You're still nothing more than a bitch." He places a
ball crusher on my nuts and tightens it down. "Doom
and gloom to your balls, boy. A cunt like you
shouldn't even have balls. You certainly don't deserve
any pleasure from them." He tightens it more and I
moan and drop lower to the floor. The pressure and the
pain radiate in all directions from my balls. I don't
resist at all as he pushes a lubed finger up my
asshole. Then two. Then three. I just resign myself to
more discomfort as a dildo is pushed up inside of me.
It's not bad until I feel him inflating it. It's an
inflatable and he pumps it up slowly, but it keeps
getting bigger up my ass. Between that and the ball
crusher the pressure is tremendous and the pain is
radiating everywhere. I'm miserable, totally
miserable.

I hear him sit back down and use the remote to turn on
the television. They settle in to watch some game
show. I can't see the television and I'm frustrated
and uncomfortable as all hell. They're laughing and
calling out answers to the questions being asked. I
just stay there and suffer silently. I jump when the
phone rings. I can only hear Steven's side of the
conversation. "Hey... Just watching some television,
John and Craig are here... Yeah, the pig's here too.
He's tied to his own balls while suffering from a ball
crusher and a dildo up his ass... Yeah man, come over.
Bring a couple of pizzas.... Yeah bring them if they
want to come.... Okay, see you then." He hangs up the
phone.

"Okay pussy boy, let's dress you up for company. I
think you look good in red." I lie there wondering
what's coming until I feel the lash of a flogger. The
strands are light and thin and the sting is quick and
biting. "Oh yeah, you'll redden up real good with this
one. I can see the marks from every strand." He lands
the flogger all across my back and my ass,
concentrating a lot on my ass. I try to hold still to
protect my balls. He rubs his hand across my burning
hot ass, "Oh fuck yeah! Your ass is beet red and red
hot." He lands a couple more for good measure.

Craig asks, "You still think you're hot shit because
you won a couple of games of tennis? Show him whose
boss bro." With his brother's encouragement he lands a
few more strokes across my back. I whimper and cringe
under the flogger. I lay there lightly crying when he
stops. I'm so fucking uncomfortable. I just wish I
could stretch out.

The doorbell rings and the door opens simultaneously.
I see three sets of feet from my angle. I listen to
their lude comments at my expense. They all check me
out and comment on how red my ass and back are and
also about the other bruises and welts I have.

One of the guys asks, "Why do you do this to him,
man?"

"Because I can." Steven answers, "Because he deserves
it." He talks slow and emphasizes his point. "Because
he's just a fucking low life... cock sucking... ass
licking... piss drinking... cum swallowing... ball kissing...
foot worshipping... boy pussy.... and... because he likes
it." He lets the words hang there. "In fact, he
fucking begs for it. He comes back for it over and
over again. Don't you boy?" His hand slaps hard across
my aching ass! "Don't you boy?"

"Ohhhhh... Yes Sir... Thank You, Sir." I sob out my answer
overwhelmed by the pain of his hand and the
humiliation of his words. They all laugh and gather
beers, plates and napkins and dig into the pizza David
brought. I sink deeper into my misery. They seem to
take forever to eat while I lay there suffering.

"Okay, I've eaten and now I want to fuck him." I
recognize John's voice.

"Go ahead. I don't give a shit. It's what he's for."
Steven says coolly. He steps up, lets the air out of
the dildo, and pulls it out of my ass. "He's all ready
for you."

John pulls out of his clothes and lubes up his cock
stroking it rock hard. Kneeling on the floor behind me
he slides his dick up my ass in one long, slow steady
stroke. He's not as big as the dildo and I'm open for
him. Wrapping his knees around my hips he fucks me in
long slow strokes. He pushes deep into my ass. My
balls ache as he pushes forward and my balls pull
against my ankles. He keeps a slow and steady pace
until he fires his load inside of me. The others watch
intently.

"Are we taking turns?" One of the guys asks.

"You want a turn, take it." Steven tells him.

Pulling off his clothes he steps up behind me.
Standing on either side of my ass he crouches down and
pushes his cock into me a little at a time in slow,
easy thrusts. His cock is fatter than John's but not
as long. Oh man my fucking balls ache as he pushes
into me. I can't help but whimper as he does it. It
doesn't take long before he cums up my ass.

Craig speaks up, "I don't want to fuck him, but I'll
take a blow job."

"I don't care which end you fuck." Steven is so easy
going about it all. He unties my wrists allowing me to
raise my face and shoulders off the carpet. I lower by
balls down to my ankles but with the ball crusher on
them there is not too much relief. Craig opens his
pants and pulls his dick out in front of my face. I
lick the tip until he's sporting a raging hard on.
Then I attack his shaft deep throating him. He smells
strong of ball sweat after playing tennis. His taste
is very salty. I get into the feel of the ridge of his
dick sliding across my tongue. I feel the head of his
dick fill up and I know he'll cum soon. I use my
tongue on the underside of his cock as he slides it in
and out and I hear him let out a low, guttural moan.
It only takes a couple of more strokes until he fires
his hot semen into my waiting mouth. I gladly swallow
it all.

"Can we untie him?" David asks Steven.

"I told you, man, you could do whatever you want to
it." I catch that he called me it instead of him. They
untie me, even taking off the ball crusher. I'm so
relieved. I kiss their feet in gratitude and
appreciation.

David and the other guy stand me up. Roughly they push
me over into position with David fucking me up the ass
and the other guy fucking my face. They're both very
rough. "Take my cock you cocksucker. Take it all. Get
my dick down that throat. Yeah, gag on it. I want to
hear you gagging on my big dick." He holds me by the
hair and works my head back and forth on his cock. He
pushes in until it hits the back of my throat making
me gag. He seems to like it. The more I gag the harder
he pushes. David is pounding into and out of my ass.
He slams into my ass so hard it pushes me down on the
other guy's dick. They both go at it hard. Pulling my
face off his cock with one hand wrapped in my hair he
shoots his load right in my face. My face is dripping
in his cum as David continues to corn hole me hard.
The guy doesn't let go of my head and keeps me bent at
the waist as David fucks me over. He finally shoots
inside me and they let me go.

"Lie down." Is Steven's command to me. I lie down on
the floor with the scum from that guy all over my
face. Steven goes out to the garage while the guys
pull their pants back on. He comes back in with a big
bag full of clothespins. He dumps them out all over
the floor around me. "You're going to jerk off while
we pin these clothespins on you. The longer it takes
you the more you'll have to deal with." They all kneel
around me armed with clothespins. "On your mark, get
set, go!" They attack me with the clothespins.
Instantly, they are all over my nipples and my ball
sac. They attach them anywhere and everywhere. I jerk
off frantically trying to come quick but there are so
many of them that the pain is instant and everywhere
at once. My ball sac has so many clothespins on it
that there is very little extra skin to jerk off with.
It hurts like hell as the clips bounce and sway with
the motion of my jerking off. They even put some
directly on my cock. The pain is intense. My hard on
is raging. They run out of clothespins and just watch
me jerk off in front of them. My breath gets short as
I move toward an orgasm. I scream in pain as Steven
grabs the pins on my sac and shakes them hard. David
does the same to my nipples. I'm screaming in both
pain and ecstasy as I fire a huge load in an intense
orgasm. I lay there in pain as I recover from my
orgasm. The pain increases as the pleasure subsides.

The look in Steven's eyes tells me he knows exactly
what's happening. He waits patiently. I tense in pain.
My breaths grow shorter. I tremble slightly. "Was it
worth it? Is it worth the price you pay to cum?"
Grabbing the clips on my scrotum he makes me gasp in
pain and hold my breath. "It's the price you pay, boy.
We get to fuck you. You give us blowjobs. It's all
about pleasure for us. The best you can hope for is to
jerk yourself off and even that is full of pain and
suffering for you." He flicks the clips on my nipples
and I see stars. He shakes my cock and balls again and
I scream out in pain.

"Five minutes. Five full minutes. You lie there
suffering for five full minutes, in silence, and then
we'll take them off. We'll take them off one at a time
while you count them for us, but at least then it will
be over. It will be slow and painful for you. Five
minutes starting now." The pain is intense. I try to
concentrate on staying still and not making any noise.
Time passes so slowly. "Oh man, it's gotta fucking
hurt. It must hurt so bad." He flicks the clothespins
on my most sensitive areas. I cringe. "What's so
unbelievable is that you like this. You need it. You
want it. As soon as it's over you want it to happen
again. Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you. I know
what you need and I'll give it to you." He pulls the
clips off my nipples and I see stars. I strain against
the pain but remember not to scream. "It's not five
minutes yet. They have to go back on." He turns them
in the opposite direction and puts them back on. The
pain rips through and through. "All I have to do is
wait and watch you suffer. Then when it's over all I
have to do is wait until you come back for more.
You'll come back begging for it. Then you'll be so
grateful for it you'll bow before me and grovel at my
feet to thank me. Then we'll do it all over again."

"Ready?" I nod that I am. "Ready guys? Do it real
slow. Draw it out. Make him suffer long and hard. Make
it really hurt him. He needs to know the price he's
gonna have to pay just for cumming." He pulls the
first one off and I count it out. It's done slowly so
I feel the pain of each and every one coming off. One
hundred and eighty. I'm exhausted by the time they're
done.

"Kiss their feet to thank them for torturing you." I
kiss each of their feet and thank each one of them for
fucking me, for letting me suck them off, for letting
me jerk off, and for hurting me. "Now crawl up to my
room and kneel at the foot of my bed until I'm ready
to come up and fuck you. Go now." I kneel there for
more than an hour. I fucking ache everywhere.

Finally he comes into the room. Without saying a word
he pulls me up and bends me over the foot of his bed
and he fucks me hard. Really hard. He fucks me until
he shoots his load up my ass. Pulling out of my ass he
sticks his cock in my mouth for me to drain it and
lick it clean for him. He climbs into the bed and
throws a pillow on the floor. I curl up at the foot of
his bed and sleep soundly through the night.