Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2006 20:18:17 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 19

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 19

I arrive back at Steven's before him. All day I've
been thinking about this morning. He said come
straight "home". Home. I use my key to get in. I've
had a key to his place since he's been on his own. I
have keys to his car as well. Of course he has keys to
my place and both my cars also. I have always felt at
home here, but is this now home? I look around trying
to get a feel for it. A million questions are going
through my head that I'm not going to ask. I'm fine
with letting things be as they are even if I don't
fully understand.

I go the bedroom and strip out of my clothes. It feels
odd to be naked when no one else is here. I retrieve
the cleaning supplies from the kitchen and go to work
on the bathrooms. Starting with the Master Bath, I
scrub it clean. It is glistening by the time I'm done
with it. The second bath goes much quicker as no one
ever uses it. Looking at the clock I realize he should
be home soon. I put everything away and jump into a
quick shower. I wait downstairs anxious for him to get
home. I drop to my knees by the door when I hear his
car pull in.

He comes in, steps around me, but says nothing. He
puts the mail and his briefcase on the counter and
grabs a drink still not acknowledging me. He exits the
room and I hear him go upstairs. I'm not sure what to
do, so I do nothing. I just stay put. In a short while
he comes back down. He's changed into his usual worn
jeans and nothing else. I'm taken back by how
masculine and good-looking he is. He's obviously
stepped up his workout as well as his chest is
awesome.

"Come with me." I follow him into the living room
where he sits on the big leather sofa with his legs
stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankle and
his arms spread and draped over the back. I kneel in
front of him. "This doesn't work for me." My heart
sinks at his words. "I don't want you underfoot when I
get home." I look down at the floor because I don't
want him to see my disappointment. "That's your
corner." I look up to see where he's pointing. It's
the corner of the living room. "You can hear my car
pull up. I want you kneeling in that corner facing the
wall when I enter. If by chance you just got in, or
you're in the middle of something, or you just didn't
hear me, then finish up whatever you're doing and go
directly to your corner."

"Yes, Sir."

"Next. When you're here alone you're still to be
naked. You are not allowed to watch television, listen
to the radio, or play on the computer. You're to do
productive things. Do your work if you've brought some
home. That's your first priority. Make sure the
bathrooms are clean. Dust, vacuum, and straighten up,
those kinds of things. I know you're very neat but
make sure I don't ever have to clean up after you. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"When I'm home, you do nothing without my permission.
You kneel in your corner unless told otherwise. You
don't eat, drink, piss, shit, or shower unless you're
told to."

"Yes, Sir.

"Any questions?"

"Yes Sir. Things like shopping, cooking? Paying for
things? The bills?"

"We have to work those things out. You still have all
of the expenses of your place, at least for now. Carry
$100.00 in your wallet just in case, but from now on
you don't spend any money without my permission. If
you have to buy gas for the car or something like that
I want all the receipts at the end of the day. I want
to see all of your bills including your credit card
bills."

"Yes, Sir."

"You're committed to making this work, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, Sir." I can't help but smile.

His smile matches mine and he wipes his foot across my
lips playfully. I kiss it. I follow it back to the
floor and bend over to kiss and lick his feet. He
moans softly as I massage his feet with my tongue and
lips. I know he likes this. I keep at it until he
starts talking again.

"What did you do when you got home?"

"I cleaned the bathrooms like you told me to, Sir."

"Show me." I don't even try to get up. I drop down and
crawl. "Oh fuck that's hot! I love to see you crawl."
I hate crawling but I'll do it if it pleases him so
much. I go straight to the Master Bath. "Is it clean?"

I'm confused by his question. I look around and
everything looks perfect. "Yes, Master."

"Show me."

I don't understand. He can see it for himself. I don't
know what I'm supposed to show him. "I don't
understand, Sir."

"Lick it. If you got it clean you shouldn't hesitate
to lick it."

This is humiliating. I lick the toilet seat. He picks
up the seat and looks at me. Fuck. I lick the rim of
the bowl. I look back at him. His arms are crossed and
he's still looking down at me obviously not satisfied.
I feel myself sink lower as I stick my head in the
bowl and lick the porcelain inside it. "Good boy. Now
I'm satisfied that you got it clean. That's the
standard. I suggest you keep it that way. It seems a
shame to dirty it, don't you think?" He unzips his
pants, opens the button, and reaches in for his dick.
"Do you want me to piss in the toilet and then you
have to clean it again or should I just piss in you?"
I know what he really wants. I close my mouth around
his cock. His flow starts slow but picks up to full
force. I have to struggle to swallow it all without
spilling any. He helps by stopping his stream now and
then allowing me to catch up. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now show me the other bathroom." I crawl to that one
and he makes me repeat the process of licking the bowl
to demonstrate how clean I got it. "In order to help
you keep it clean, you're not allowed to use the
toilet. You can piss and shit in the backyard. Get
yourself some plastic bags to shit in because I don't
want a mess in the yard and you can piss by the tree."
He lets the humiliation of that sink in. "And when you
piss, I want you on all fours and lift your leg. After
all, I don't want you to piss like a bitch."

I take a deep breath. "Yes, Master."

He doesn't answer but reaches into the medicine
cabinet and pulls out the mouthwash. He holds it up to
my lips and pours some into my mouth. I rinse my mouth
well grateful to get the piss taste out of it. I look
at him to see what I'm to do with it. "Go spit it
outside. I don't want a mess in the bathroom." He
walks out of the room and down the stairs. I go down
and out the back door and spit it out in the yard. Not
knowing what I'm supposed to do next, I go to my
corner. I can hear him in the kitchen and smell the
food cooking. It smells great. I crawl in when he
calls trying to please him and stay out of any
trouble.

He's obviously pleased. "Oh good boy! I was hoping
you'd do that. I really appreciate when you go out of
your way to please me. Come on, let's eat." He places
my plate at the table across from his. I wait for
permission to sit. I don't start eating until he tells
me to. I don't take a drink until he tells me to.
We're talking about work and friends but I'm careful
not to break any rules while we're talking. After
dinner he leaves me to clean up.

Once I'm done I go to my corner in the living room. I
stay there facing the wall while he watches TV. My
knees and legs are getting sore and tired but I try
not to squirm. I've learned that shifting my weight
only makes it worse. The boredom is the worst part. I
hear him moving sometimes but can't see him behind me.

"Turn around." I turn to face him and see he's naked
and his dick is hard. He's stroking it lightly. I want
to touch his dick. Hell, I want to touch my dick. It's
been locked in this stupid chastity device for three
days already. I'd give anything to stroke it like he's
stroking his. "If I let you come over here do you
promise to be good?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Come here then." I crawl to him. "Come up here." He
motions with his hand and I get on the inside of couch
with my head laid on his pelvis. He moves his cock to
the side, "Lick it." I lick the head of his dick as he
watches television. I keep rubbing my tongue across
it. I probe his piss slit. I taste his pre-cum. I
close my lips over just the tip increasing the
pressure with my tongue. Occasionally, he pushes my
head down on his shaft and I suck his dick until he
pulls me back up to just the head again. "Lick my
balls too." I shift my position to give me greater
access and work his balls and his dick. I do long slow
strokes covering his balls, his cock, and his pelvis
surrounding them. I do this a long time. He bends his
knees pulling his ankles against his ass cheeks and I
go lower. I lick his perineum down to his hole. It's
hard to reach but I probe his hole with my tongue.

Pulling me by my hair he pulls me up to his nipples. I
kiss, lick, and suck on them. He grinds his crotch
against me. Pulling me up again, our mouths find each
other. The kisses are deep and passionate. My hands
find his cock and I jerk him off slowly as we continue
to make out. My hands explore his body. It's hard and
hairy in all the right places. His smell is all clean
and masculine. I am so fucking turned on. My dick
can't get hard but it's dripping pre-cum. I haven't
cum in days so my pre-cum is milky.

He pushes my face down on his dick. I let it slide all
the way in before I begin blowing him. I use long
smooth strokes with my hand lightly brushing his dick
as it follows behind my lips. It takes a while before
he cums in my mouth. I love the feel of his dick as it
expands and contracts with his orgasm. As his orgasm
subsides, he pulls me up so my head is on his chest.
His hands are all over my face, my back, and my chest.
He pulls his leg around me and massages me with his
foot as well, rubbing it up and down my side and legs.
He pinches my nipples hard sending exquisite pain
across my chest right into my crotch. I'm aching with
sexual lust. His dick is rock hard again.

"Let's go to bed." Hitting the remote he turns the
television off. Leaving the light on, we go up to his
bedroom. He pushes me down face first onto the bed. He
mounts me from behind and grinds his dick up and down
my ass crack. His kisses on my neck and back are
driving me crazy with desire. I turn my head and he
plunges into my mouth. He pulls my arms above my head
and holds them together with one hand while the other
finds my nipple and squeezes it hard. His kisses are
rough and sensual. He reaches into his nightstand and
grabs some oil and pours it along the length of my
crack. He continues humping me using his dick to slide
up and down my crack to spread the oil.

I desperately want him inside me. "Please fuck me. Oh
Sir, please. I need you to fuck me." He pushes his
oiled dick into my hole. The pain shoots through me. I
tighten up against the pain and he shudders with the
excitement of my pain. He pulls out and shoves it in
again and a new wave of pain goes through me. His
hands find my nipples and pinch them hard, very hard
as he pulls out and plunges his dick through my hole
again. The two pains connect and I yelp in pain and
anguish. He continues to long dick me but the pain
eases out as I get used to it. He shoots his load deep
inside me. I was so close to cumming, but now he
stopped and I edge away from the sensation of a near
orgasm even more frustrated than before.

He rests on top of me for a minute or two before
flipping me over on my back. Sitting right on my
crotch he pins my hands beneath his knees. He smacks
me across my face. Not hard, just stinging. The
humiliation of it is greater than the pain. He smacks
it again. I do nothing to resist. He smacks the other
cheek. I turn my head to give him full access and he
smacks me again. He spits in my face and smacks me a
split second later. He slaps me on the side of my
ribcage much harder than he smacked my face. Then
again on my chest. I see stars as he smacks his hand
down on each one of my nipples. He grabs them hard and
twists and pulls them and I get into the pain. I want
the pain. It's so much better to be feeling the pain
than to feel nothing at all.

He lands a solid punch to my arm. The pain is instant
and deep. The he punches my upper shoulder. I let out
a single sob. Then the other shoulder and I gasp in
pain. He climbs off of me. "Open your legs." I obey
him dreading what I know is coming. A solid punch
lands to the inside of my thigh and my leg cramps in
pain and I tighten up against it. "Ask for the next
one. Beg me for it." I do. I beg him to hit me again,
and then again. I curl up against the pain and he
pulls away. I don't want him to pull away.

"Please hurt me more. Don't stop until you're
satisfied. Just do what you want. I'll take it. I
promise I'll take it. Please don't pull away." The
slap is hard and stinging across my thigh. I lay back
open and vulnerable to him. He hits me everywhere. I
do nothing to resist, I just let the tears flow. He
watches the tears until they stop then hits me again
to make them flow more. Finally satisfied he lays
beside me. He pulls me into his warm embrace. His
hands gently explore where he'd hit me. He can find
the exact spots from the heat still throbbing from his
blows.

His hands explore my crotch. They rub across my
hairless pelvis. I shudder under his touch. "You want
to cum, don't you?" I say nothing. "I know you do.
You're soaked inside this thing." He runs his hand
over my dick and I'm so frustrated because I can't
feel anything. "You've been so good tonight, all day."
He kisses me again. I can't keep myself from moaning.
I'm lost in the lust and desire. He reaches into his
nightstand and pulls out the key to the chastity
device. He unlocks it and pulls off the plastic case.
My cock is instantly rock hard for the first time in
days. He leaves the base on but I don't care about
that. He touches my dick and the sensation is
incredible. "Don't move. Don't even think of touching
your dick. I have a surprise for you. Something I
picked up." He pulls a box out of his closet. He pulls
out a set of spreader bars with cuffs. He puts one set
on my ankles and the other set on my wrists leaving me
spread eagle on the bed.

He straddles me so his ass crack is directly over my
raging dick. I instinctively lift to make contact with
him and his hand slaps across my face. "No!" Is all he
says to me. He lowers himself until his ass is barely
touching my cock. It twitches at the contact and
another slap lands across my face. "Get control of
yourself. Don't make the same mistake you made last
night." He sits on my cock. I don't move although
every instinct wants me to hump him, more than that,
at this moment I want to fuck him like he just fucked
me. I'm not stupid enough to even suggest it. He jerks
himself off sitting on my crotch. It takes him a while
to cum since it's his third time. He excites himself
by moving his ass on my dick and then hitting me in
punishment if I show any reaction or response. He
shoots a very small load on my stomach.

He lies out beside me. "You are so fucking hot! I
can't believe I just got off three times. I never do
that. It was awesome!" He goes on for a while talking
about how great it was to cum three times and all I
can think of is I'd give anything to cum even once.
What he's saying becomes a blur as I think about my
own situation. Not paying any attention to him I'm
surprised to feel his hands on my dick and in one
smooth motion the chastity device is back on and he's
locking it in place again. I take a deep breath and
say nothing accepting what's happening and wondering
if and when he will ever let me cum again.

I come back to what he's saying, "I know this sounds
stupid because we just ate, but I'm starving. How
about we go grab a couple of burgers and milkshakes to
keep the night special?" Of course I agree to what he
wants. It sounds like fun. We dress casually in jeans,
t-shirts, and flip-flops and head to the local
hamburger joint. We have a great time! We laugh and
joke around about how things are now. We
good-naturedly make fun of and goof on our friends,
how hulky David is, how cool and aloof Michael is, how
John still lives through us, and what a femme Cliff
is. Neither of us has really seen or heard from Jimmy
and we decide that I'll call him for lunch one day
soon. We talk more seriously about our living
arrangement and how it might work out. We even talk
about Craig, wondering if he's gay or at least bi or
if the whole BDSM scene is what turns him on. We also
talk about family and how we're going to relate to
them.

He continued, "I've been beating the crap out of you
since we were kids. You always fought back so damn
hard. It just made it much worse for you because the
harder you fought back the worse I'd beat you. If you
like it so much why didn't you just give up and take
it?"

"Because I watched you with the others. Cliff used to
just give up so you stopped. It wasn't fun when he
said uncle as soon as you started. And Jimmy was just
too easy to beat. It wasn't a challenge. John used to
quit and leave as soon as you started with him. He
knew he couldn't take you but hated to be beaten. I
fought back hard because it kept your interest. It was
a challenge you couldn't resist. I didn't want you to
stop."

"And now?"

"I don't seem to be having any trouble keeping your
interest. If I do I'll fight to get it back." I have a
wicked grin on my face but I'm serious. I`ll fight for
his attention.

"Straight enough, but you'll pay for it."

"Fair enough."

Three hours have passed in a heartbeat before we
decide to head home.

The short drive back to his house is just comfortable
and pleasant. Entering the house, I strip out of my
clothes. "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll meet you
in bed." He walks off toward the stairs. I have to go
to the bathroom as well. I look at the back door not
quite believing that I really have to go outside. I
hesitate before deciding that I'd just better do it. I
feel like a complete ass getting down on all fours and
raising my leg to piss against a tree. Returning to
the house I go upstairs and find him in bed already.
He motions for me to get in beside him and he wraps
his arm around me. I nestle into him. "Good night. I
love you." He says as he shuts the light.

"I love you too." Everything is suddenly right in my
world.

He awakens me gently by rubbing his hands across my
chest. "Twenty minutes till breakfast, you'd better
move it." I get up quickly and head toward the
bathroom. "Don't even think about it," he yells
playfully. Shit! I almost forgot. I run downstairs and
out the back door to squat and piss by the tree. He
stands at the door laughing as I run back in and up
the stairs. I shave, brush, and shower in record time
and run back down toward the kitchen. I drop to all
fours and crawl in. He moans in pleasure. "Since
you're here, help. Set the table." I gladly pitch in.
The conversation is easy and light.

We sit to eat the omelets he's made us. The food is
delicious as always. He begins, "You know, I've been
thinking. I don't think I'm going to join the club."

I'm shocked. I thought he really wanted to join. "Why
not? I thought you wanted to."

"I do. It's not that."

"I don't understand. What is it then?"

"I'm having a really good time with you. I like
spending time with you." He continues eating as we
talk.

I'm still confused. "I know only you can join but you
can bring me."

"That's just it. I'd want to bring you."

"So, then I really don't understand." I'm totally
confused by what he's saying.

"Well it's like this, they play in the big league.
They're real players. If I join I'd want to play at
that level. They'd expect it. But I want to spend time
with you. I can't do both so I'm choosing you." He
smiles and winks at me.

"Why can't you do both?" I'm trying to keep calm and
keep any tone out of my voice.

"Well," he hesitates before continuing, "okay... I don't
think you can handle it."

"Why not? I've handled everything so far." I can hear
my agitation in my voice.

"Yeah but come on. We've been toning it down for you,
taking it easy on you. Giving you time to get up to
speed. Honestly, I don't know if you can. It's okay.
It's not that important to me. I'll keep it at this
level to be with you. Maybe I can go with David or
Michael once in a while to get it out of my system."

My emotions flare. "Come on! I've taken everything
you've done to me so far. What makes you think I can't
handle it?"

"I just don't. I don't think it's a good idea."

"At least give me a chance. Don't decide before we
even try."

"I just don't want to embarrass myself and believe it
or not I don't want to embarrass you. Not that way
anyway."

"Have I embarrassed you yet?" I'm fighting the anger
and disappointment that I'm feeling.

He sits back in his chair. He looks at me and breaks
out into a hesitant smile. "No. You've been great! I'm
really proud of you."

"Then give me a chance. I won't embarrass you. I can
handle myself and I'll take whatever they dish out."

He thinks about it for a minute. "Okay. We'll do it
your way and give it a try. If you think you're man
enough to play in the big leagues then I trust you.
You've never given me any reason not to."

"Thank you, Sir." I'm really happy that I won that
one, but I'm careful not to gloat in any way. I've
always been able to get my way with him. I don't see
any reason to let him know that.

Steven smiles broadly thinking to himself that he
handled that perfectly and now knows that everything
will go well tonight. I'm as good as in, he thinks to
himself. Out loud he says in all sincerity, "I love
you. I love how hard you're trying to make this work.
I won't forget it." My smile back says it all.
"Listen, get your sweet ass to the gym and I'll meet
you back here after work. I'll decide what we're doing
later." I go off to begin the day.


Yeah.... I'm just enough of a sadist to draw out the
suspense for another chapter. What can I say, I've
learned from the best!  ((wink)) I hope you keep
enjoying the story. I really like hearing from you but
will never hold the story hostage for replies.

eric