Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 14:08:16 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 20

This story is 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 20

The day is uneventful. If not for looking forward to
the night with Steven it would have been downright
boring. I think back to not too long ago when most
days were dull and uneventful. Not anymore. I never
know what's coming now. Arriving at the house, I rush
through what little cleaning and straightening up
there is to do. Listening carefully for his car, I
rush to my corner when I hear him pull up. I smile to
myself realizing that my heart is beating just a bit
faster as I look forward to his coming in.

I hear him puttering in the kitchen for a couple of
minutes. I'm slightly disappointed when I hear him go
upstairs without saying hello or anything. I hear the
shower go on and assume I have a couple of minutes
before he comes back down. I stay in my corner but
relax my position. I've nothing else to do but
daydream and my cock gets as hard as it can encased in
the plastic device. I fantasize about all of the
possibilities. I pull back up to a kneeling position
as I hear him come out of the bathroom and down the
stairs.

"Good boy. Have you been on your knees the whole
time?"

Fuck! Busted. "No, Sir. I relaxed my position while
you were showering." I feel so stupid talking into the
corner.

"Did you think that would please me?"

"No Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I had no idea how long you'd
be."

"I don't know what that has to do with anything. From
now on, you ask yourself what would please me more.
Ask yourself, `would my Master be pleased that I made
myself comfortable waiting for him or would he be more
pleased that I would accept discomfort in my effort to
please him?' What do you think you should have done?"

"I should have stayed on my knees for you, Sir."

"When you're faced with the choice of doing what's
easy or doing what's right, I want you to do what's
right. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm really sorry, Sir."

"Okay. You'll have to pay for that, but for now just
come over here." Of course I crawl to him and bow with
my forehead between his feet. He moves his foot
against my face and I kiss it in sincere appreciation
of him. I kiss the other one as well. "I'm feeling
restless tonight. I want to go out. Go get showered."
I crawl toward the stairs. "Wait, you know what? Let's
take that thing off of you so you can clean yourself."
He follows me up the stairs and bends down to take off
the chastity device while I kneel before him. "Whew! A
little ripe in there." I cringe in embarrassment as
the smell of pre-cum and piss hits us both. "Clean up
good, but no playing with yourself. Do you understand
me?"

"Yes, Sir." The shower feels wonderful! The water
cascading over my dick feels great. It's super
sensitive to the touch and rock hard the whole time. I
have to be careful washing it because I'm very aroused
and could cum easily if I'm not careful. Drying off
after the shower I walk into the bedroom and drop to
my knees totally surprised at seeing him there.

"I laid out your clothes. Get dressed." Jeans, jock,
button down shirt, shoes and socks. Casual, but
nothing special. The only word to describe it is
bland. Definitely not mine but I've never seen him
wear it either. He's dressed much nicer. While I'm
dressing he watches closely and continues talking. "I
don't like what you did yesterday morning." A lump
forms in my throat as I listen and watch his
expression. "You dressed in your best suit and your
only reason for it was to recover your pride." He's a
master at letting the silence hang thick in the air
while my mind races trying to figure out if or how I'm
supposed to respond. It's not for you to decide when
you can have your pride back. It's for me to decide. I
take it away; I give it back. Understand?" I say
nothing but my body language gives him the answer that
he wants. "There have to be consequences when you
misbehave. You know that, right?" Again, there's no
reason for a verbal response. "From now on I decide
what you wear, not you. You've lost the privilege of
choosing what you wear. Do you like that outfit? I
bought it at goodwill just for you." He let's the
impact of that sink in. I'm really into clothes. I
always have been. My wardrobe is legendary. It's
taking all of my self-discipline not to argue or
complain. The real bitch is I know he's right. It's
exactly what I did. "That should teach you a lesson.
The beating you're going to get for it is just to
reinforce that lesson."

The silence just hangs there and the tension is awful.
I hang my head in shame and despair. I become aware of
my growing erection as I think of the beating I'm
going to get. Without even thinking, I spread my legs
anticipating, no... wanting, inviting a kick to my
balls. He's staring at my crotch with a knowing look
on his face. I'm uncomfortable in the silence and
sheepishly reply, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Of course the beating for that will be nothing
compared to the beating you're going to get for asking
me to fuck you, for having the nerve to expect me to
fuck you on demand." My heart sinks. I drop to my
knees. I tell him over and over how sorry I am. He
lets me go on without any response. I want and need a
response so I try harder. I beg him for forgiveness,
but it's really the punishment I want. He waits it out
until I run out of steam and just hang my head in
silence.

He finally breaks the silence, "I'm starving. Let's go
out to dinner." I'm careful to walk behind him, open
the doors, anything to show him respect and to try to
redeem myself.

We go to a casual sports bar. He orders for both of
us. We split an appetizer; have a couple of steak
hoagies with onion rings and fries. He drinks soda but
makes me drink water to remind me of my place. We
enjoy a few good laughs watching sports bloopers. We
also have a few quick conversations with some mutual
friends and acquaintances. It's still early when we
get done.

He suggests, "Lets go shoot a couple of racks of
pool." My smile beams. We go to our usual pool hall,
get a table and he orders a beer. The beer looks so
good and I realize I've had nothing but water to drink
for months now. Oh well, its just part of the price I
pay for being a boy. He jokingly gives me permission
to beat him. We shoot eight ball and I win four games
in a row. In two of the games he never gets to take a
shot. "Okay, I've had enough of getting my ass beaten.
Let's go to the club where I can beat your ass." His
grin is wicked. I follow him out to the car silently.
I figure I've had a really good time so he certainly
deserves to have one as well, even though this is no
longer the headspace I'm in.

Getting in the car he commands, "Lose the shirt, the
shoes and the socks." I obediently strip down to just
my jeans and ride half naked and semi erect. I'm
trying desperately to get myself into the right
headspace for what might be coming. I spread my legs
as he reaches for my crotch and grow hard beneath the
pressure of his hand.

I recognize a few cars as we pull into the lot.
David's, and Michael's are among them as well as
John's, and Craig's cars. I don't recognize any of the
others. I admit to myself that I'm nervous. That
unbelievable combination of dread and desire hits me
hard. A stern warning from Steven tells me not to fuck
up as he puts a collar and leash around my neck. I
have no intention of fucking up.

I follow him in with my head down and my hands behind
my back. He stops to lock the door behind us when we
enter and for some reason that makes my heart skip a
beat. Entering, we find David, Michael, the president
and vice president, and the arrogant fuck from the
showers at the gym, as well as couple of other guys I
don't know standing together at the Bar. There are a
few others standing around the perimeter of the
dungeon area.

No greetings are exchanged. The silence is eerie. The
dread overtakes my desire. The others walk into the
dungeon space and take seats, leaving me, Steven,
Michael and David behind. Their nod to each other
makes my breath catch in my throat. Michael leads the
way with Steven following and leading me in on the
leash. David walks behind me. I'm stopped in the
center of the room and Steven removes the leash, but
leaves me standing there with everyone staring at me.
Without direction, I assume a submissive position with
my legs spread, knees and waist bent, and arms behind
my back with my head down. I begin to sweat.

In one easy motion Steven lands a solid kick to my
balls. I lose my breath but maintain my balance. I
compose myself and try to get ready for the next one.
The next one is just a bit harder than the first, but
I stay standing. Every muscle in my body tightens in
response. I look around the room as I get back in
position. The mood is intense but obviously being
enjoyed by everyone watching. The third kick drops me
to my knees and a couple of guys including Steven
smile. I pull myself back up into a standing position.
The fourth kick drops me to the ground again. The ache
in my stomach is intense. I get up slower, more
hesitantly.

As I rise to my feet David locks me in a full nelson.
Steven lands two really quick kicks straight to my
gonads but David doesn't let me fall. I crumple into
his arms as another kick lands soon after. I take
comfort being held in his arms. I lean back into him
and rest my cheek against his as another kick lands to
my balls. I sag against him.

Steven grabs my face in his hand and makes me look him
straight in the eyes. "You need to learn that your
cock and balls are there to give me pleasure, and you
pain." His knee comes up and connects hard with my
balls again. He doesn't allow me to break eye contact.
"Thank me, bitch." His look and tone are stern. I hear
the quiver in my voice as I thank him.

David holds me tight giving me a strange sense of
security. Michael and Steven put wrist and ankle
restraints on me. My arms are spread and attached a
bit above shoulder height to chains from the ceiling.
A spreader bar keeps my feet about shoulder length
apart. As David let's go he whispers into my ear,
"Just cowboy up and take it. We all believe in you."
I'm left alone and hanging there determined to take
whatever they dish out.

I watch Michael take his boots off. I know he likes to
be barefoot when he kicks. Michael steps up, lands a
solid kick to my balls, and follows it with a rapid
jab to my gut. I want too pull my arms in and curl up
on the floor but can't because of how they're
restrained. I can't even drop to my knees because my
arms are stretched too tight. His voice is loud and
commanding, "Stand up! ... Now." I struggle to obey him.
He grabs my balls through my pants and massages them.
"Thank me, bitch." I do thank him. "Now ask me for
more. You know you want it. Beg me for it." My cock is
getting hard in his hand. He rubs his thumb over the
head of it. "Come on you sick fuck. If you have any
hope of shooting a load tonight you'd better beg for
more." Desire edges out the dread and I do beg him for
more.

The kick is followed by two rapid jabs to my gut and I
tighten up pulling my legs up toward my stomach and
holding my breath. Hanging by my leather wrist
restraints, I feel like I'll never be able to breathe
again. I try to remind myself that the pain is very
temporary. It goes away fast, no damage has been done
to me, and none will be done. It's just pain, not
injury. Mentally I try to spread the pain out so it's
not all focused in one place. I ease my legs back down
as I become aware of the pain in my arms from
supporting my entire weight. Michael grabs me by my
hair, which has gotten long, "Personally, I'd shave
this all off, but since it's here I might as well make
use of it." He pulls my face toward his, "Want more?"
His other hand is massaging my hard on again.

Oh fuck! I hate this! I'm so caught. "Yes, please." As
soon as the words are out of my mouth the balance
between desire and dread shifts. His victory smile
tells me he just got what he wanted.

He steps back but his eyes don't leave mine. "Tell me
when."

Oh fuck! He just stands there waiting. I take a couple
of deep breaths before saying, "Now." He waits. He
leaves me waiting for it to come. I hold my breath in
anticipation. Eventually I have to breathe and as I
exhale a solid kick lands in my gut forcing all the
air out. Before I can take a breath his knee comes up
in my crotch. With no air in my lungs I collapse
against the restraints. I vaguely hear the cheers of
the guys watching, but I'm too caught up in myself to
pay any attention to them.

The adrenaline rush hits. The endorphins kick in. Its
almost like I'm buzzed. My head spins a bit. I tune
everything out and concentrate on what I'm feeling. I
pull totally into myself. I feel the next kick to my
balls and shiver as the sensation of it travels
through my body. I don't even try to stand up straight
again. My body is so limp the next kick moves me back
and some of the impact is absorbed as I just move with
it. He gives me a couple of kicks in the gut, but not
with the same force as before. It hurts like hell but
doesn't knock the wind out of me. The next kick to my
balls does. Oh Fuck! I'm pulled from my headspace with
the intensity of it.

Steven steps up, takes off the spreader bar, and opens
my pants. He yanks them and my jock off in one good
pull and I'm left naked in front of everyone. My cock
is full, though not quite hard, and its definitely
dripping pre-cum that's milky since I haven't cum in
almost a week.

He grabs my balls and stretches them out while David
attaches a parachute tight around them. I have really
big balls and they look even bigger stretched out in
the parachute. A big and very heavy metal ball with a
short chain is attached. It's too heavy for me to lift
off the floor so I have to stay crouched with my arms
stretched tight. Still my balls are pulled tight in
their sack by the weight of the ball. This is so
fucking uncomfortable. My arms are stretched tight but
if I try to straighten my legs my balls are pulled by
the weight of the ball. It's hard on my legs to
maintain this crouched position.

Coming back to me, Steven is carrying a flogger. He
holds it in front of my face and lets the flays slide
through his fingers taunting me. "Kiss it." He tells
me so I do it. He rubs it across my face. He looks at
David and instructs him, "Gag him." David places a bit
gag securely on me. The bit part is heavy rubber with
shiny metal clamps and a leather belt that clasps
behind my head. My tongue has nowhere to go inside my
mouth, as the bit lies straight across it. David grabs
a handful of my hair and pulls me forward while Steven
grabs the chain around my balls and pulls me back.
This gives him a better angle at his target, which is
my back.

The first few strokes with the flogger are almost
soothing. They are slow and heavy rather than
forceful. Steven is good with a flogger and I know
he's just warming up both of us. The strikes are more
forceful as he continues. He covers my back. I try to
stay still to avoid pulling on my arms or yanking my
balls. It gets harder to do as the intensity and speed
increases. This flogger is heavy and the thud and
impact of it is hard. It's like a big punch landing
over a large area. When he hits my ass with it I can't
help but move forward yanking on my balls. He
occasionally stops to pull the metal ball back again
as I make it inch forward when I pull on it.

I'm taking a beating. The power behind his swings
creates a strong impact. My shoulders, down my back,
and across my ass are aching. My legs are starting to
cramp from being crouched. My arms are aching from
being stretched and my balls feel like they're in a
vice. I'm soaked in sweat. I'm willing to bet he is as
well.

Finally, he takes a break. Stepping in front of me I
can see him soaked with sweat. Someone tosses him a
towel and he wipes himself dry. He pulls his shirt
off. The hair on his chest is matted to him. He dries
that as well as his armpits. He uses the same towel to
wipe my face. I can smell him on the towel and feel
his wetness mix with mine.

He selects a different flogger and I fill with dread.
I was hoping this was over and I'd be released. He
rubs this one across my face as he did the last one. I
try to brace myself for what's coming as he steps
behind me again. The flogger lands and I jump! This
one is much lighter but has a much greater sting to
it. Less thud, less impact, but more biting. He covers
my back with it and really lashes it across my ass. My
ass feels like its on fire.

It doesn't last long before he stops. I'm so relieved
because it really hurt. He and David release my arms
and lower me down to all fours. I rest for a second
and resist the urge to move and stretch out my
muscles.

The flogger slashes across my ass and I yelp in pain
and surprise. Another slashes across accompanied by
Steven's command, "Move! Crawl across the room!" Just
as I begin to move another slash lands. "Faster!" I
try to move but the fucking ball is heavy as hell and
yanking the shit out of my aching balls as I try to
drag it across the floor. Another crack with the
flogger motivates me to move but obviously not fast
enough to please him. Another crack is accompanied by
him yelling and commanding me to move it faster.

David gets in my way and makes me detour around him.
It delays me enough for another couple of cracks
across my ass. The ball doesn't handle the change in
direction well and actually rolls the wrong way
yanking my balls sideways. Some of the guys are
yelling and cheering as I try to get across the room.

As I pass Michael, he uses his foot to knock me over
and then lands a kick to my gut. It doesn't slow
Steven from using the flogger on me and making me move
forward even as I'm trying to get back up.

I'm almost to the wall when the guy from the shower
steps in front of me. I try to go around him but he
moves to block my path. I go in the other direction
but he just follows. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! My ass hurts
like a motherfucker from the slashing of the flogger
and this fucker won't get out of my way. I decide to
put some muscle behind it and just push him out of the
way. I back up a little to get some force in motion
and move forward fast and hard. The pain is intense as
the fucking ball chained to my balls yanks them hard
and I stop dead in my tracks. I drop down and look
back to see Steven standing on the chain making it
impossible for me to move the ball. While I'm looking
he cracks the flogger across my ass again. I get back
on all fours and pull forward. It fucking hurts like
hell but I won't give up. He steps off the chain and I
crawl to the wall where he stops hitting me.

"Knees and nose against the wall. Don't fucking move!"
I scramble to obey him motivated as much by fear as my
desire to please him. I clasp my hands behind my back
and can feel the heat coming off my back and my ass
from the flogging I've gotten. I'm shocked when I
catch myself wondering if he's ever tried this
position and if he even knows or appreciates how
uncomfortable it is to maintain. My knees, my nose,
and my erection are the only parts of me touching the
wall. "Stop humping the wall you sick horny fuck!" I
pull my groin further back so my dick's not touching,
making it even more uncomfortable.

He talks to the guys there, "Anyone who wants can come
play." Some of the guys move away from the wall to
join him. "I'm gonna make him crawl through your legs
so spread yourselves out and make an obstacle course.
Feel free to paddle his ass as he crawls through. That
should make him go faster. Lets make it a competition
to see who hits him harder. The winner gets to butt
fuck him and the runner up fucks his face." He grabs
my hair and pulls my head back to look at him. "You
count each guy as you crawl through their legs and
remember the number of the two that hit you the
hardest. Now turn around and get on all fours. Go when
I tell you to."

I turn around and see a bunch of guys lined up to
play. Some are holding paddles or belts. I plan my
course to make sure I'll go through every pair of legs
because I'm smart enough to know that if I miss any
I'll have to do it again. He begins the countdown,
"Get ready, get set, go!" I take off as fast as I can
drag the stupid fucking ball and chain still attached
to my balls. I go through the first guy's legs pretty
fast but he still lands two or three good cracks
across my ass. The second and third guys are about the
same. The fourth guy uses a paddle and lands three
hard cracks as I scurry through. The fifth guy lands
two really hard ones with his paddle and I move as
fast as I can to avoid a third resulting in pain
shooting through my balls. It was still a better
choice rather than have his fucking paddle smack my
ass again. The sixth and seventh guys use their hands,
which can't compare to the paddles. Number eight has a
belt and hits my shoulders, my middle back, and my ass
as I go through.

The ninth guy traps me between his legs. Squeezing
them tight he holds me in place and wails his hand
down on my ass a bunch of times while everyone laughs,
claps and cheers him on. I squeeze my way through and
number ten and eleven let me off pretty easy.

I see the bare feet of number twelve and know its
Michael. I paid no attention to whom the other legs
belonged to but I recognize Michael. I aim for between
his legs but he closes them as I reach him. I can't
possibly get through and I don't think I'm supposed to
go around him. I look up hoping for some direction but
he just stands there with his arms crossed with a belt
in one hand. I don't know what the fuck to do. I
figure it out and bow before him staying in place and
offering him my ass to beat and torture. He wails my
ass with the belt giving me twelve hard cracks. I make
no effort to move. In fact it takes all my effort to
stay in place.

When he's done, Steven, John, Craig, and David come
grab me. Flipping me on my back they pick me up by my
legs and arms. My balls are pulled down hard by the
weight of the ball hanging from them as they pick me
straight up from the floor. They lay me on a small
table and using the wrist and ankle restraints they
clip my wrists and ankles together above my chest.
Attaching them to a chain and pulley they pull me up
tight, but still leaving the bulk of my weight on the
table. Removing the ball, they secure a rope through
the parachute and attach my balls to the same pulley
my wrists and ankles are attached to. Even though its
uncomfortable its better than the ball was. They
finally take the stupid bit gag out of my mouth and I
swallow my spit and flex my jaw. I'm embarrassed as
all hell hanging like some side of beef. I'm more
embarrassed when David pours lube down my crack and
pushes it up my hole with his fingers.

Steven gets in my face. "So sucker, who hit you the
hardest? Who gets to butt fuck you?"

I'm smarter than to call Michael by name but he
definitely hit me the hardest. "Number 12, Sir." A
bunch of guys clap and cheer when I say it.

"There's no way I'm putting my cock up a slave's ass."
Michael refuses the chance to fuck me. I know it makes
me feel like shit but I wonder how Steven feels
because he fucks me all the time. With all that's
happened to me I'm still annoyed that Michael thinks
he's too good to fuck me but it's all right for Steven
to do it.

"Who were the next two? I'm sure someone wants to butt
fuck a slave and get a blow job." I think about it.
Number nine hit me a lot so it hurt badly, but number
five hit the hardest.

"Number five hit the hardest and then number nine."
Number nine starts hooting and hollering and I realize
with a sense of dread that it's the arrogant prick
from the shower. Dammit! I'd have picked someone else
if I knew it was him. He moves quickly and comes to
stand at the head of the table where my head is
hanging over the end. He rubs my face in his crotch.

Steven calls out again, "Whose number five? Who gets a
piece of his ass? There you are! Come on over here."
The guy must be walking slowly because it takes him a
minute to reach me. He stands at my ass and I look at
him between my arms and legs. My heart stops. My
stomach tightens and I almost vomit. My whole fucking
world crashes in! Standing between my legs looking
down on me is my boss! I can't fucking believe it! His
look is serious and he doesn't say a word. Steven has
never met him. David has probably met him at the gym
but never realized that he's my boss. My mind is
racing trying to remember who was there that day at
the gym when he saw me cleaning the bathrooms. I
remember I wasn't able to find either Steven or David.
Oh fuck! I am so screwed! I have no idea what to do.
He must have known it was me crawling around and he
didn't say anything. What the fuck is he thinking?

Without flinching or hesitating, without taking his
eyes from mine, my boss opens his pants and pulls his
big dick out. In one easy motion he pushes it straight
up my ass while looking me straight in the eye. He
pulls back, shoves it into me again as the other
asshole pulls my head back by my hair, and pushes his
fat cock into my mouth. They fuck me at both ends and
they both fuck me hard. I can't believe my boss is
butt fucking me. I can't help but wonder what will
happen to my job and my career. I mean we're both
here, but look at what I've done tonight. Fuck!

I feel my cock swelling. I feel it bouncing as I'm
getting fucked. I'm aware of my balls strung up with
my legs and arms. I can't see anything but the pubic
bush in my face which reminds me that I'm waxed smooth
around my genitals and my ass and my boss is looking
right at it all as he fucks me. A whole new wave of
embarrassment floods over me. I'm not paying attention
as the asshole just fires his load in my mouth. I
swallow hard but some still spills and I choke on it a
little bit. To his credit he lifts my head to help me
swallow and I'm looking directly at my boss again.

His look is intense and a little cocky. He smirks as
he fucks me harder. He tells the guy at my head, "Hold
his head up. I want him to watch me fuck his ass. I
want him to remember who fucked him so every time he
sees me he thinks about it again. I want him to
remember who was crawling on the floor and who was
paddling his bright red ass. I want him to remember
who the stuffed pig was hanging from the ceiling
getting plowed and who the man was that did it to
him." My cock is raging and I'm near cumming at the
verbal abuse he's giving me. I am so fucking turned
on! I clamp my asshole around his cock as he fucks me
harder. He smirks again knowing what I did and shoves
his cock hard up my ass. I close my eyes to
concentrate on the feeling in my dick but his hand
slaps across my thigh forcing me to open them again
and watch him fucking me.

"Don't you dare close your eyes or look away. I want
you to see what a real man looks like when he fucks a
slave." I look right into his eyes as he plows my ass.
He pulls out completely, pushes back in hard, pulls
out again, and shoots his load straight up my chest.
Some even lands on my chin. Another rope of cum
follows and lands on my stomach and chest. His third
rope lands on my balls and ass crack. He pushes his
hand straight up my body smearing and gathering his
cum and then wipes his cum soaked hand straight up my
face smearing his load all over it. I'm covered in his
cum. Everyone claps and cheers.

The reality of what just happened settles over me as
my lust diminishes. I'm hoping we're done as Steven
comes back to me. "Now you've seen how men get off but
they need to see how slaves get off." He holds up a
tube of Capzasin ES. Oh fuck! That stuff is like ten
times hotter than Ben Gay. He squirts a wad of it on
my cock and balls and with a gloved hand rubs it into
my scrotum and all up and down my dick. I know it will
slowly get much, much hotter and I dread what's
coming. He squirts a bunch of it in the palm of my
left hand, which surprises me because I'm right
handed. He releases my two hands and my balls but not
my ankles. Using the pulley he and David lift me much
higher by just my ankles and take the table out from
under me leaving me hanging upside down. They clip my
right arm to my collar so my arm is fastened behind my
neck. By this time my cock and balls are really
starting to heat up and I know that very soon they
will burn like hell. They take the rope attached to
the parachute and tie that to my collar as well
pulling my balls hard down toward my face.

"Now jerk yourself off. You don't get released until
you cum for us. Show everyone how a slave gets off." I
use my left hand, that is covered in more capzasin as
my cock and balls start screaming with an angry
burning sensation, to jerk off. Each stroke makes me
knock into my own balls, which are very sore from all
of the abuse they've already taken. I'm so fucking
horny but uncomfortable as all hell. My whole body
hurts. I jerk off furiously with Steven and everyone
else watching. Steven pulls out his dick and a
good-looking guy gets right down and starts sucking
him off. I'm hit with jealousy and anger watching him
get a blowjob from someone else. He just looks at me
and laughs. "Men fuck and get blow jobs. Slaves get
fucked and give blowjobs. They get beaten and
humiliated. They Then they jerk themselves off while
they're being tortured. It's just the way it goes so
you'd better get used to it." I realize he's right. I
suck off and get fucked by lots of guys. Why shouldn't
he? I still don't like it though.

Michael and David stand next to him and take their
dicks out. Within seconds guys get down to suck them
off too. I watch the three of them enjoying blowjobs
while I hang upside down with my cock, balls, and hand
on fire trying to jerk off with my left hand. I really
go at it because I really want to cum and if I don't
do it now I don't know when he'll let me again. I
watch them get sucked off using the visual as
stimulation to bring me closer. Steven pulls the guy
off his dick and shoots his load on the floor in front
of me. He zips up and sits back to watch me struggle.

David shoots next. He joins Steven to watch me.
Michael just stands there watching while the guy
sucking his dick does all the work. Michael barely
shows any reaction as he fires his load into the guy's
mouth. I only know he came because the guy swallowed
it all and then got up wiping his mouth. Michael just
walked away when he was done.

My cock and balls are in full burn sensation as I try
to jerk off furiously to cum. I'm afraid it's just not
going to happen even though I'm so horny. Steven
threatens, "I won't wait much longer. If you don't cum
soon it won't happen for at least another week." I
jerk off faster trying to make it happen. "I know how
to make a slave cum. You just need some help." He
turns to the other guys, "Who wants a blow job?" Craig
pushes his way through and pulls his cock out right in
front of my face. He puts his hard dick in my mouth
and I suck it like crazy making believe its Steven's.
It's such a turn on I move quickly toward and orgasm.
I pull off Craig's cock and warn him I'm going to cum.
He steps aside to get out of the way and I shoot a
huge load on the floor in front of everyone. It is so
fucking awesome and intense! As soon as I'm done
shooting, Craig steps up and puts his dick back in my
mouth. I suck him off until he fires his load in my
mouth. I gather it all and do one big swallow. It's
hard to swallow upside down. With no distraction my
cock and balls burn like all fucking hell! I can't
help but twist and squirm until it starts to subside.
They lower me down and release me as the burning
sensation eases.

"Lick up the mess you made." Fuck. I look at my
stringy cum load on the floor. The last thing I want
to do is lick it up, but I'm not going to risk pissing
him off so I just do it. "Now mine." Shit. I crawl
over to his wet mess and lick it up along with David's
load. I look up as I finish to see my boss talking to
Steven. Now that I've cum I'm really concerned about
the possible consequences of his knowing about me. On
one hand, he was here tonight also and participated.
On the other hand, I was the slave who was beaten,
humiliated, and fucked at both ends while he was one
of the men who did it to me. Besides, he owns the
company. I just work for him.

"Get over here." I follow them to the corner where the
plastic tub sometimes used for water sports is kept.
"Get in. I want you kneeling, hands behind your back,
mouth wide open." This just keeps getting worse. I get
in position as I was told. By now others have wandered
over to see what's happening. I watch as my boss takes
his dick out slowly. He takes aim at my face and I
watch him work at getting his stream started. I look
at his cock to avoid looking into his eyes, which I
can feel staring at me.

His voice is that same strong and familiar one I hear
at work. "It's been a good night, at least for me
anyway. I got to paddle your ass, fuck you, cum all
over you and rub it in your face, and now I get to
piss in your mouth. What more could a man want?" A
short stream of piss shoots out of his cock and lands
on my face. Then another. Then his flow starts and he
aims his stream of piss straight into my mouth. I
swallow a little but most of it runs out of my mouth
and down my body. "Yeah boy, drink my piss and
remember the taste of it because it won't be the last
time you drink it." What the fuck does that mean? Is
that a good sign or a bad sign? Finishing up he shakes
the excess all over my face and tells the others to
take their turns. Several of them piss all over me,
some aim into my mouth. He, Steven, and the others
stay around and watch.

When they've all finished he looks at Steven and asks,
"May I?" As soon as he gets approval he grabs me by
the back of my hair and pushes me down face first into
the piss pooled at the bottom of the tub. He rubs my
face back and forth in the puddle of urine. "Stick
your tongue into it. I want to see your tongue and
lips covered by piss. That's it! Now stay that way
until you're told to move." This is beyond
humiliating. Some bastard comes over and pisses all
over my back while I'm still in this position. The
piss tastes awful. The others chat amongst themselves
as I'm left here.

The crowd begins to disperse. I'm told to empty the
tub outside and to rinse it and myself off with the
garden hose out there. The water is cold but its
better than being covered in urine. I wash my mouth
out a bunch of times but the taste of urine lingers.

I put my pants on over my soaking wet body when Steven
hands them to me. I remain silent as he says his
goodbyes to everyone left there including my boss. I
follow him out to the car and sit silently as he
drives home. "Are you okay?" He asks me truly
concerned.

"I don't know." I answer him honestly.

He pulls right over to the side of the road and stops
the car to give me his full attention. "What's the
matter?"

"The guy who fucked me and pissed on me... That was my
boss. I work for him." I look at him with despair to
see the shock in his face.

"Shit! Why didn't you tell me?"

"When? I didn't know he was there until he came over
to fuck me. By the time the shock wore off he was
banging me up the ass. What was I supposed to do?"

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes.
"Considering everything, I think you handled it really
well. Want to go back to talk to him? Want me to talk
to him?"

I think about it. "No. Let's see what happens
tomorrow. The worst he can do is fire me. I can always
get another job. Right?" I feel better coming to this
realization.

It's short lived. Steven chuckles as he pulls back
into traffic, "Unless he paddles your ass when you
fuck up or has you sucking him and his buddies off
during your coffee breaks. Maybe you'll be the new
ass-wipe in the executive bathroom. I sure as hell
wouldn't want to be you." He actually seems to be
enjoying this.

"What the fuck do I do if that happens?"

"Do what you do best. Obey!"

"You can't be serious!"

"I am very fucking serious!" His look and tone affirm
just how serious he is.