Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 04:23:01 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 17

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 17

"Wake up." It takes me a second to focus on Steven's
voice and figure out where I am. I look up to see him
peering over the side of the bed looking at me. I
can't help but smile at his face. "You'd better get
moving so you're not late. Go shower. I'll make us
something to eat. That way you'll have enough time to
go home to get your clothes for work before you go to
the gym. After work, grab some clothes to keep here
and come back. We'll have dinner together tonight and
you can stay here." I'm thrilled at the thought!

I shower, brush, and shave as quickly as I can and go
down to the kitchen to join him. I'm overwhelmed with
his thoughtfulness and that he's making breakfast for
us. I'm also embarrassed at being naked. I'm feeling
really good and he's obviously in a good mood so I
ask, "Would it be okay if I put something on?"

"No. Don't ever ask me again. If I want you to have
something on I'll tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." I'm a little put down by his
answer but quickly get over it.

His mood remains light. I enjoy the eggs and toast he
made for us. It feels so good to be starting my day
with him and I already know we're doing it again
tomorrow. I move to clear the table when we've
finished eating and he joins me in cleaning up.
Together we get it done in no time.

"Come upstairs with me. I have something for you." My
heart soars at the thought of a gift from him. I
follow him up the stairs. "Lie down on the bed, face
up." I follow his direction and lie on the bed. He
pulls a CBC2000 chastity device out of its box. Shit!
I don't want to wear one of those. He roughly grabs my
cock and balls and secures the base around them
locking it in place. Then he stuffs my cock down the
tube part and squeezes my big balls into the cup part.
He locks it in place. "This stays on from now on." My
heart sinks. "Get up. Look at it in the mirror." I do.
I hate it! It's uncomfortable. I hate the idea of
having to sit down to piss. I hate that I won't even
be able to touch my own dick. I take a deep breath.

"Sir, can we talk about this?"

"No."

Shit! I hate this fucking thing! I drop to my knees,
"Please, please can we discuss this?"

"At the risk of really pissing me off, is it worth
it?"

"I'm sorry Sir, but why? You said I've been behaving."

"It has nothing to do with that." I wait but he has
nothing else to say.

"I don't understand." My voice is on the verge of
tears.

"Obviously you don't. Your cock and balls are not for
your pleasure. They're for my pleasure. I own them."
His voice is calm and steady.

"I don't jerk off without asking you." I'm still on
the verge of tears.

"Damn good thing." He crosses his arms. I can tell
he's losing patience.

"I'll have to piss sitting down."

"Rightfully so." His voice has an edge but this is
very important to me.

"I won't be able to wash."

"Water will run through it. I'll take it off of you
periodically for a good cleaning."

My desperation is growing. Tears start to roll down my
face. "How will I explain it to everyone."

"Not my problem."

I have no real argument left. "It's so uncomfortable.
I don't think I can stand it."

"That's it! I've had enough of your bullshit! I'll
show you a discomfort you can't stand." Pushing me
forward onto all fours he grabs his hairbrush off the
dresser and whacks it across my ass. Oh fuck it hurts!
He hits me a bunch more times until I'm begging. I
tell him over and over how sorry I am and that I'll be
good. I beg him to stop. I promise to be good for him.
I can't help but crawl into the corner. Every instinct
makes me move away from him hitting me. He stops when
I reach it. I'm sobbing. "Kneel there with your face
in the corner. Put your knees against the wall. Clasp
your fucking hands behind your back." My ass is on
fire and this position is hard as hell to maintain. He
rubs the hairbrush straight down my crack and it hurts
like a motherfucker as it scrapes across the tender
flesh of my hole. I sob out another apology. I beg for
forgiveness.

"I see what you did. As soon as I lightened up on you,
you fucked up. You make it so much harder for both of
us. Do you think you've been punished enough or do you
deserve more?"

Oh fuck... What am I supposed to say to that? "More,
Sir. I know I deserve more. I'm really sorry." I'm
still fighting the tears.

Pushing me tightly against the wall he wails on my ass
with the hairbrush a bunch more times. My hands move
instinctively to cover my ass and he hits them with
the brush as well.

Finally it's over. He stops. I stay there trembling
and sobbing. "Turn around. Look at me." I turn to see
him sitting on the edge of the bed. "Do you still want
to come here tonight?"

"Yes, Please."

"I don't know. I'm not sure I want you to anymore
after the crap you just pulled."

Oh man! I can't believe I've fucked it up. I was
really looking forward to spending the night with him
again. "I'm really sorry. I know I fucked up but
you've punished me for it and I've learned my lesson.
Please let me come tonight. Please. I promise I'll
behave."

"No more whining or complaining?" I promise I won't do
either. "Complete obedience. No questioning what I
say?" Again, I promise not to. The silence hangs
there.

"Please..... Please give me another chance. Please." I
beg him.

"Okay. You've wasted the morning so after work go to
the gym and do a full workout. Make sure you shower
there. Then go home, gather your things, and come
here. There will be no television, no radio, no
computer, and no telephone. I want your undivided
attention. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Now get the fuck out of here before we're both late."

I hurry to dress and leave. As I'm walking out the
door he grabs me and pulls me into an awesome kiss. I
melt into his arms. He holds me tight. "Listen, I
don't want what happened this morning to ruin tonight.
I know you're going to fuck up sometimes. The
punishment will be quick and severe. Don't fuck up
tonight. Please don't fuck up. I want to have a good
night together." I promise him I won't. More
importantly, as I leave I make a commitment to myself
to be good, real good. I want to please him. I wince
in pain as I get into my car. My ass hurts like hell!
It's so sore! I'd better be good; I sure as shit don't
want another spanking like that anytime soon. I'm very
aware of my crotch with my cock and balls packed away
in the hard plastic of the chastity device. I think
about how stupid I was to complain. I'm still stuck
wearing it and all I did was get myself a wicked
beating and piss him off.

I'm painfully aware of my ass every time I move. I'm
also totally aware of my dick throughout the entire
day. I must make a dozen trips to the bathroom just to
look at it. It's like I can't believe it's locked up
inside this stupid thing, I really want to touch it. I
never realized the sense of satisfaction I got just
from holding it to piss. Even though I stopped jerking
off without permission a long time ago I admit I still
stroked it hard sometimes. Now, there's no way I can
even touch it and there's also no way for it to become
erect inside it. I hate sitting to piss especially
since my ass is still so sore. Now I understand the
old threat of being spanked so hard you can't sit for
a week. I also have no way of shaking the last few
drops out so I dribble every time I piss. I put my
handkerchief under the small opening to catch the
dribble. It's like "being on the rag." I find myself
thinking about jerking off a lot. The best I can do is
a semi and I have one most of the day.

I change quickly into my workout clothes at the gym
without anyone seeing my jewels locked into the
chastity device. I notice a couple of guys checking
out my crotch as I'm working out and realize it's
because the device makes my package look really big. I
start to get hard thinking about it but the devise
stops me from rising to full attention. It gets so
much more uncomfortable when I'm getting hard. I do a
full workout as I was told.

I quickly peel off my clothes and wrap a towel around
myself to get to the shower. Once there I have no
choice but to remove the towel and get in with the
couple of other guys there. They both look down at my
crotch. One of them asks, "What the fuck is that?" I
blush with embarrassment.

"It's a chastity device." I answer softly trying not
to attract any more attention.

He moves in closer to get a better look. The other guy
is right next to him. Staring at it in disbelief he
asks, "What the fuck did you do to deserve this?" I
don't know what to say. I really didn't do anything to
deserve it. I decide that's the best answer.

"I didn't do anything. My..." What do I call him? "My
boyfriend likes me to wear it." I tell him sheepishly.

"Well, if he makes you wear it he obviously doesn't
trust you so you must be a fuck up." The other guy
nods his agreement. A couple of other guys are moving
in to see what's up. I feel myself getting defensive.

"I don't have to wear it because I fuck up. It's
because .... Well it's because he likes to have
control." I know my explanation sounds lame.
Collectively they move forward and I take a step back.

"I've got this routine. You're a fucking pussy who
does what he's told by his master. The chastity
device, the fucking marks across your ass, the
bruises, you're just a pussy boy. You're some guy's
cunt. He steps closer. The others hang back. I take
another step away from him. "Admit it cunt. Tells us
what you are."

"I'm his bitch." I admit it.

"You're more than just a bitch. Aren't you? Tell us
what you really are."

"I'm his slave." I look down at the shower floor.

"Well I don't mess with someone else's shit but tell
your master that if he's interested I'd be into using
your mouth or your ass for my pleasure. You'd have no
problem with that would you cunt?" I don't answer. "In
fact, you'd like to blow us all wouldn't you?" Again I
have no answer for him. "Cause that's what slaves are
for aren't they?" I just stand there. "Answer me
bitch. That's what slaves are for, right?"

"Yes... sir. That's what slaves are for." They walk away
laughing.

I hurry to get dressed, rush home to gather my things
and run over to Steven's. I park in the driveway and
go around to the back door. Stripping out of my
clothes, I take a deep breath and walk in naked
through the kitchen door to find him there cooking
dinner. He's drop dead gorgeous in an old and
well-worn pair of jeans. I immediately drop to my
knees assuming a submissive position. I really want to
please him. He snaps his fingers at me and points to
the floor by his feet. I crawl to him and bow before
him placing my forehead between his bare feet. He
slides his foot under me and I kiss his foot, then the
other one to show him both affection and respect.
"Good boy." He says as he rubs his foot across my
face.

"David called and said you had a problem at the gym
but you handled it really well. Are you okay?" I can
hear the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine, Sir. How did David know?"

"He was watching out for you. Did those guys scare
you?"

"No Sir. I may be a slave but I'm no wimp. I could
have handled them if it came to that, but it didn't."

"With all you've been working out and the way I'm
controlling what you eat you're really looking good. I
wouldn't want to mess with you if I didn't know you."
His smile tells me how proud of me he is and I can't
help but feel really good about everything. "Go put
your stuff away in my bedroom. I've made room in the
closet and the dressers. You've got about fifteen
minutes before dinner."

I hurry to do what I've been told. I'm amazed at how
much room he made for me and I'm thinking I should
have brought more of my things. He obviously expected
me to bring more than I did. Finishing up I head back
down to the kitchen and kneel in the doorway awaiting
instructions from him. He hands me things to put on
the dining room table, which is beautifully set for
two. My heart swells with appreciation.

I jump when the doorbell rings. "Get that." Is all he
says to me. I hesitate a split second and glance at my
own nakedness but his look tells me to obey without
question. I take a deep breath and go to open the door
finding David. He steps right in and looks me over.

Steven's loud voice startles me from behind, "Get on
your fucking knees and show him your respect." I drop
to my knees, bow before David, and kiss his feet to
welcome him. Steven lands several solid cracks across
my ass with a wooden spoon as I'm kissing David's
feet. "Now I know you won't forget next time." He's
right, I won't. "Go kneel in the corner of the Dining
Room like I taught you this morning." Oh fuck! I crawl
into the dining room on all fours and kneel facing the
corner. I put my knees against the baseboard and my
nose in the corner with my hands behind my back. I had
no idea it would be so uncomfortable or hard to
maintain until he made me do it this morning.

I can hear them behind me as they finish putting the
food on the table. They sit to eat what I thought was
going to be our dinner. I'm miserable. This position
is so fucking uncomfortable, I'm starving, and I'm
totally bummed that I'm not part of the dinner. They
totally ignore me till they're done. Placing a plate
of their scraps on the floor, Steven tells me to eat
it. I'm so grateful to be out of the corner and so
hungry that I'm grateful for what he's given me even
though I have to eat it like a dog would. "I cooked,
you clean." He tells me laughing as they go into the
living room and put on the television. I finish eating
and clean up the dining room and the kitchen reminding
myself to watch my attitude and not let on that I'm
disappointed and a little pissed.

Finishing up, I enter the living room and before I
even have a chance to drop to my knees he commands,
"In the corner, boy." FUCK! I assume the position
again. It's uncomfortable and boring but I try to keep
still and don't complain in any way. Again, I jump
when the doorbell rings. Following his order, I don't
hesitate this time as I open the door, but nearly die
of embarrassment to find a woman holding a duffle bag
at the door. I panic not knowing what to do but Steven
is quick to step in and snap his fingers and point to
the floor. I'm totally confused but follow his command
and drop to my knees. It's obvious David knows her as
she steps right in walking around me as they greet
each other.

"Is this him?" She asks looking down at me.

"It. He's not a real man so it's just an it, not a
him." David explains and I shrink in humiliation.

"What's that on..." she hesitates getting used to
things, "it's genitals?"

Steven explains, "It's not a real man so they have no
purpose to anyone. Since it doesn't need them, I keep
them locked up to keep them out of the way and as a
reminder of its place in the scheme of things."

I feel the color rising in my face as I blush bright
red in total humiliation. She continues,
"It's obviously been ... What? Spanked? It's got some
bruising."

"Yep. If it forgets its place, it gets punished.
Discipline is quick and memorable. It rarely makes the
same mistake twice." He ruffles my hair which for some
reason only makes the humiliation deeper.

"So what are we going to do with it tonight?" Oh
Fuck!!! My mind is racing. What the fuck is she
talking about?

"All we use it for is butt fucking." He says to her.
To me he says, "Bend over! Ass in the air." In total
despair I obey him bending over and lifting my ass up
in the air. "I want all this gone." I have no idea
what he's talking about and my anxiety level is
growing by the second.

She answers, "Okay. No problem. Where are we doing
this?"

"In the garage. Everything is set up there." I'm made
to crawl in front of them as they walk to the garage.
I can't help but think about that they're watching my
ass as I crawl on all fours. There's no graceful way
of doing it. It's not something you can take any pride
in. I'm even more humiliated when I see what's out
there. They have a modified saw horse set up and I'm
made to bend over it. My wrists are attached to the
two front legs and my ankles are secured to the two
back legs leaving me bent in half and spread eagle
with my ass in the air.

I don't know what she's doing because I can't see her
and she's moving about quietly. I'm totally confused
until I feel the intense heat of something being
applied to my ass cheek. I know immediately that she's
going to wax my ass to remove all the hair. I'm not
very hairy at all on my butt so I don't know why
they're bothering. The pain shoots through me as she
rips off the first strip. I yelp in pain before I
catch myself and they all laugh at me. She drops the
strip on the floor in front of me and I can't believe
how much hair has been ripped off. She does the next
one, and the next, and the next, and on and on. It
hurts more each time. It hurts more as she gets to my
crack and all around my asshole. I scream as she does
my perineum. That sacred and sensitive stretch from my
asshole to my balls causes me to scream out like never
before. That gets me a real sharp crack across my ass
from Steven as a reminder to behave. She does a little
more and I suffer in silence. They rub their hands
across my ass and comment on how smooth it is.

"Do it?" She asks? Do what I wonder.

"If you're okay with it." Steven responds.

"I'm okay with it." She responds. "I do it to women
all the time. It will be fun to do it to a man for
once." Oh fuck no! I fill with dread as I put it
together in my head. I'm begging silently hoping I'm
wrong.

"Well, it's not really a man but I get your point."
They release me from the sawhorse and make me lie back
on the bondage table. I'm begging with my eyes but
don't dare say anything. My legs are tied apart and
down to the table. My arms are tied behind my head.
Silent tears streak down my face. Steven tells David,
"Hold its head up and make it watch. I want it to see
its manhood stripped away." A single sob escapes me.
David holds my head tight between his hands so I can't
turn away. She uses the wooden stick and applies the
wax along the top of my left thigh along my pelvic
crease. She then presses the fabric into the wax. With
no hesitation at all she rips it off in a single
smooth pull and I howl in pain. This isn't fun and it
sure as shit isn't sexual or sensual. This just hurts.
Not just physically but my pride as well.

"Its just part of the price you pay for being a boy."
Is Steven's explanation as he stuffs a rag into my
mouth as a gag. She continues with what I thought was
going to be a bikini wax, but she takes it all off. Oh
fuck! Every fucking hair is gone from my crotch. I
can't fucking believe it! I never imagined he'd do
this to me. I can't even think about what I'm going to
do at the gym. I've never felt this naked or
embarrassed before. I'm hoping she's done. What else
can they do? I look at the hair on my chest and
stomach and say a silent prayer they let me keep it.

"This has to come off." She says. I'm thinking there
goes my chest hair and I can't help but twist and
squirm about, especially when I realize she's talking
about the chastity device. I moan through the gag
thinking about what might be coming.

Steven leans close. His voice is low but powerful
telling me he means no nonsense. "You are one step
away from the beating of your life if you don't get
under control! Not one more sound! Not one more
movement from you. I am just about out of patience.
Don't make me discipline you in front of them." His
stare is worse than his words. I give up. I resign
myself to whatever is going to happen.

The device is removed and I can't help but think of
the irony that right now I'd beg him to just put it
back on. She applies the wax close to the base of my
shaft and rips out what little hair remains. She does
the other side and then around my balls. "Normally, I
would never do anyone's sack because the skin is so
tender there but he has so little hair I think it
would be okay. I'm going to try it in small patches."
Lucky me I think as I watch the hot wax applied to my
balls. I can't tell you how degrading it is to know
what's coming. I close my eyes as she presses the
fabric in. She holds the skin of my ball sack in one
hand and pulls with the other. Man, It hurts! "That
works." She announces joyfully to them and continues
to remove every hair from my scrotum. I'm thankful
that I have almost no hair on my balls anyway. "I'm
done. He might develop a slight rash over the next
couple of days but it won't last. Warm baths will make
it go away quicker if it happens. If you want to
maintain this we should do it every three to four
weeks. Do you want to set it up now or call me when
you're ready?"

"We'll book it now." David answers. "I know how busy
you are. You're the best!" He compliments her.

Untying my hands, Steven hands me my checkbook. "Sign
this and say thank you." Everything is filled out and
I can't fucking believe that I'm paying a hundred
bucks to have this done to me. Still, I smile and
thank her as I hand her the check. She thanks them as
she leaves.

They stand me up to inspect me. They obviously really
like the way it all looks. I say nothing as they talk
about me like I'm not even there. He puts the chastity
device back on and locks it in place again. "So, you
ready to try it out?" Steven asks David.

"Sure." Is all he says.

They lay me in the sling hanging from the ceiling and
secure my legs well up on the chain it's hanging from.
My legs are wide open and they can see my whole crotch
and ass in this position. They lube up my asshole and
their dicks. Steven slowly slides his dick up inside
me giving me time to open up and adjust to the
invasion of my gut. "You're a perfect boy cunt now.
You're smooth and clean like a little cunt should be.
This is how I like my bitch. This is how you're going
to be from now on. Try it out David." He pulls out of
me and David pushes his cock up my ass in his place.
He fucks me slow and steady for a while, and then
pulls out and Steven does it again. They keep taking
turns so it's taking each of them much longer to cum.
They just keep switching off. As one gets close he
pulls out and the other one takes their turn fucking
me again while the other watches and squeezes or
twists my nipples. An occasional slap somewhere or
spitting in my face keep me on edge and humiliated
more. I can't touch myself or get hard. Normally, this
would be so fucking hot for me but I can't do anything
but lie here and let them use my hole. Finally David
pulls out and shoots a huge load of his thick white
cum all over me. Without any hair I can feel his load
on my skin. Steven pushes into me and fucks me hard
until he's ready but also pulls out and shoots his
creamy load on my crotch as well. I feel every drop
and can even feel it trickle down between my legs.

They stand around and talk about how good a fuck I am
now. Releasing me, Steven tells me to go shower and
get in his bed. "No television, no radio, no reading.
Lights out. I want you to think about living this
way."

After my shower I lay in the dark but can't sleep. I
think about everything that's happening. Do I want to
live this way? That's the answer I have to come up
with. It's quite a while till Steven joins me in bed.
He wraps himself around me and pulls me close. He
kisses me gently. He enters my mouth with his tongue
and takes full possession of me. I melt under his
touch and beneath his kisses. His voice is soft and
gentle, "I love you. I love you so much. I've loved
you forever and want to keep on loving you forever.
It's all up to you, now. I want your obedience and
your respect. I want to watch you squirm and suffer a
million different ways and know that you're doing it
just for me, to show me how much you love me back. I
want to show you off and make you serve my friends to
show them you'd do anything for me. You know what I
want. The question is do you want to give it to me.
Soon you have to decide. Either this is going to be
forever or it has to end. I'm getting in too deep. I
love you too much. Soon it will hurt too much to let
you go. So, I'm asking you, do you want to stay for a
lifetime?"

I take a deep breath and relax into him. I look deep
into his eyes and wonder if my eyes tell him I love
him like his eyes tell me that he loves me. "Yes,
Sir." I answer softly and open my mouth for him to
possess it again. He pushes me tight into the mattress
and crawls on top of me pinning me to the bed. He
pulls my head back hard by my hair and spits directly
into my open mouth. He pulls my head back harder and
raises his knee up into my crotch knocking the wind
out of me. His hand smacks across my face, twice. He
drops down and again invades my mouth with his.

We make out for a while. I'm so turned on by him. My
whole body is screaming for sexual release. Every
nerve I have is standing on end. He keeps switching
from extreme tenderness to intense pain and it's
bringing me to higher and higher heights. He pushes my
face down to his crotch and I take his dick in my
mouth. I suck him off as he fucks my face telling me
over and over how much he loves me. I swallow every
drop as he shoots his load into my mouth. He holds the
back of my head so I can't pull off his softening dick
and I feel him slowly drift off to sleep with his cock
still in my mouth.

My own dick is fighting the confines of the chastity
device. Pre-cum is pooling inside the tube. I want to
cum so badly. I feel my crotch to see if there's any
way I can stimulate myself enough to cum and I'm
totally frustrated that I can't. I resign myself that
this is how it is going to be and finally drift off to
sleep.


Note:
Hey guys! I know this story is taking a long time to
write. Thank you for your patience. Writing this has
opened up a lot of doors for me. It has definitely
added new dimensions in my relationships! There is a
lot more "play time" and experimentation to see if
different things really work and what they feel like.
Everything the sub in the story experiences has been
done to me. That aspect of the story is true. I try to
relate my feelings as I'd experienced them as well,
but to be honest, I sink into a sub space as it's
happening and have a hard time relating it when I'm
not in that space. I hope you continue to enjoy the
story. Your thoughts, suggestions and comments are
greatly appreciated. I apologize that I've been a
little lax in reponding of late but I have been
severely punished for that (and some other things) and
I will be more respectful and responsive from this
point on.