Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 17:08:42 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 21

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 21

Arriving home, I strip out of my jeans as soon as we
enter. "Let me see your ass." I turn around and let
him look me over. He runs his hand over my ass cheeks
and my back. "Wow, you really took a beating tonight.
You're already getting black and blue and you have
some real welting going on. I want to check your balls
too." He feels my balls and checks them out. Even
though they are sore, my dick is already growing hard
just at his touch. He chuckles at my reaction and I
shake my head smiling. "You are fucking unbelievable
with the boners! Go up and get showered. I'll fix us a
snack. Come back down and we'll talk." As I'm walking
away he adds, "Hey! You can put on a pair of sweats.
It hurts just to look at that butt." He winks as I
turn to walk out.

I shower up and put on my most comfortable pair of
sweat pants. It's feels so good, like a special treat
just to have pants on. I walk into the kitchen to find
him sitting on the counter. He motions me over with
his hand and gathers me into a warm, tight embrace. I
fold into him. I wince slightly when he hugs me but it
feels so good in his arms, chest-to-chest,
skin-to-skin. "Are you okay?" I nod that I am but stay
in his arms. "I'm so proud of you. You were awesome
tonight. Fuck, I can't believe what you're able to
take already. They voted me into the club tonight
instead of waiting until Saturday. I guess I passed
their little test." I'm really glad he got in. I feel
so proud of him. I hang out there a little longer
enjoying his embrace and his praise. He motions me up
and we sit on the counter Indian style facing each
other eating the sandwiches he's made us. My butt
hurts on the hard counter. I look at my drink, soda?
His wink tells me its okay. "You deserve it." It
tastes odd; I prefer water now but enjoy this gift.

"I've been thinking about your boss. You're really
good at what you do. You just got this great promotion
and it's going really well. He's not going to want to
fuck that up anymore than you do. There's no way he's
going to fire you. Besides, if he does, you can go
public about him. Owner or no owner it will fuck with
his business. I think you're fine."

I agree. "I don't think he'll fire me either but what
do I do if he fucks with me?"

"He's not going to shit in his own backyard. He's not
going to do anything at work that's going to tip off
or offend anyone else. He's going to want to keep his
personal life separate from his professional life same
as you. Don't you think?"

I think about it as I continue to eat. "You might be
right. I don't think he'd do anything in front of
anyone but what do I do if he calls me into his office
and wants me to suck him or something like that?"

"You do it. What the fuck is the difference? You suck
off lots of guys so what's the big deal about sucking
him off? He's already fucked you, he's certainly good
looking enough, and the bastard is well hung."

I take a deep breath digesting what he just said.
"Where are you with this? Where are we?" I decide to
cut to the heart of things.

"I'm right here and we are what we are. I told you I'm
not going to waste my time trying to figure it out. It
just is what it is. I'm okay with that. Are you?"

"It doesn't bother you that I have sex with all these
other guys?"

"No, is it bothering you that it doesn't bother me?"
His look is intense. "Because if it is we can change
the rules and from now on it stops. Is that what you
want?" I don't answer him. "We both know it's not what
you want. I'm willing to accept that as long as I get
what I want and so far I am getting what I want."

"Are you?"

"Yes. Are you?"

I don't answer as fast as he did. "For the most part."

"What the fuck does that mean?" He sounds more
exasperated than annoyed.

"It means for the most part. There are things I don't
like."

"Like what? This is the time to get it out. What's
working, what isn't?"

"You're sure you want to do this now?"

"Right now."

"Do I have amnesty?" I ask with a smile to lighten the
mood.

"No." His smile doesn't match mine.

"Okay, like being naked all the time. I mean sometimes
its okay but sometimes it just feels weird." No
response so I keep going. "The corner. It's boring."
Still nothing so I stop talking.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace. We're not going
to have this conversation every day."

"Okay. The chastity device. I fucking hate it. And the
clothes thing. I really want to be able to pick out
what I wear."

"Anything else?" I shake my head no. "You're okay with
the money arrangement?" I nod yes. "Pissing and
shitting outside like a dog? The discipline and the
punishments? My controlling what you eat and drink?" I
nod yes again. "The piss, the humiliation, the
crawling? I'm telling you if you have anything else
now's the time."

"That's it."

"Okay As far as your being naked, I like it. You're
hot and you're mine to look at whenever I want to. I
don't see the big deal so learn to live with it. The
corner thing... it is boring. It's not permanent. There
will always be something. That's it until there is
something else. The clothes thing... that's a direct
punishment for something you did wrong, and you know
it. As far as the chastity device, well look at it
this way. I accept you having sex with other guys,
lots of other guys and the only thing I want is that
it's me you get off with. When I say and how I say. So
if you want the chastity device off then you stop
having sex with other guys and we'll throw the cage
out." He let's that hang there for a minute. "Okay.
Pick one. Any one. You decide."

I think about it. He's patient. He just waits while I
think about it. The naked thing is kind of flattering.
The corner thing really is no big deal. I do hate the
chastity device but I can definitely see his point
about it. Being honest with myself I'm not willing to
give up the sex with the other guys in exchange. I
have to admit I'm getting off on the constant sex. I
also have to admit it was my fuck up with the clothes
so I do deserve to be punished even though this isn't
the way I like it. I speak quietly, "I'm sorry. You're
right. I'll just do what you want." He gives a single
nod to show his affirmation of my thoughts. "Can I ask
a question? The clothes thing; how long will that
punishment last? I know I was wrong and I'm really
sorry. I've learned my lesson. When can I have that
back? What can I do to earn it back?"

"You just did. Fair enough?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"My turn." Fuck, I wasn't expecting that. "I saw your
reaction when that guy sucked me off. What's good for
you is good for me."

"I know. I got over it quickly. It was just a knee
jerk reaction. I'm sorry."

He takes a deep breath, "And Michael, I see the way
you look at him. Watch yourself. Don't fuck this up
over a dick with a dungeon. I'm very generous and I
share my toys but don't push it too far. I have my
limits so don't push them."

I'm shocked. I swallow hard. "There's nothing between
me and Michael. Other than torturing me he won't even
talk to me or touch me. I'm beneath him, remember?"
The resentment comes through in my voice. Even I can
hear it.

"He would touch you alright; and you would let him and
we all know it. I told you, I'm very generous and I
share my toys, but you're my toy. I don't want anyone
forgetting that, especially you. As soon as your
contract is up you belong to me."

"I belong to you now. Trust me if not him. But you
have no reason not to trust him. He's never touched
me."

"I can see the look in your eyes and I know that look.
You have it when you look at me but you also have it
when you look at him... and he has it when he looks at
you. So don't deny it! Just don't let it fuck this up.
As far as trusting him, well you may not know what
goes on when you're blindfolded but I do." I have a
lot to take in and digest so I say nothing. "Okay.
We're both still new at this whole thing. We have to
keep figuring it out as we go. I'm committed to making
this work. I love you. Let's go to bed. It's late."

"I have to go to the bathroom first."

"Use the one upstairs. I'm exhausted and I'm sure you
are too. Let's just call it a night and go to bed." I
follow him upstairs and use the bathroom before I go
to join him in bed. He's in bed waiting for me. I'm
awed by how gorgeous he is. I slide in beside him and
take my place in front of him as we spoon together. He
reaches in front of me and clutches my hardening dick.
"Who does this belong to?"

"You, Sir."

"Anything I want?"

`"Yes, Sir. Anything you want."

I awaken before him for the first time. I lay there
with my eyes open thinking about things, the way they
were and the way they are now. Before, I was often
lonely and bored. I often felt restless and
dissatisfied. I'd pretty much stopped dating because
it generally left me feeling lonelier and more bored.
I had to admit that even then I'd rather spend a night
with Steven hanging out, shooting pool, or even going
to the movies than to go out on a date with another
guy. I always felt like I was missing out on something
if he was with someone else. Thinking back on it, he
rarely dated anyone. He tended to just hang out with
our friends. Sometimes we'd mutually agree to ditch
them for the night and just be on our own. I rarely
hung out with them if Steven wasn't there.

We'd always been very physical with each other, lots
of roughhousing and sports. I liked it best when we
were wrestling and he'd get one up on me and grind his
crotch into my face or my ass like he was fucking me.
If I got one up on him and started to do that he'd go
wild and do some kind of reversal. Most of the time I
wanted him to win. I wanted to be beaten, defeated,
conquered. The truth is I fought hard to make his
victory that much sweeter for both of us.

He's always made me do things, like shaving my balls
and trimming my bush. He watched intently as I did it
the first time telling me to take off more or make it
shorter. He made me shave my ass as he watched. He'd
make me trim my chest hair. He'd have me shave his
back or trim his bush back a bit, but never as short
as he made me trim mine.

Once when I'd slept over his house, he was in his
underwear and wrapped his bare legs around me in a
scissor lock. He kept asking me if I liked it and
every time I said yes he'd make it tighter. It got so
tight I was having trouble breathing so I said I
didn't like it anymore. He made it tighter still until
I was begging him to let me out. He told me if I
wanted him to let go I had to reach into his underwear
and jerk him off. Of course I did it. Afterwards he
made me get off the bed, take my clothes off, sit
naked on the floor with my back in the corner, knees
drawn up, and jerk off while he watched. He made me
eat my cum.

Another night when we were camping, it got really cold
out and we were huddled together in the tent for
warmth. He said he had to pee, but it was too cold and
he didn't want to go outside. He looked at me smiling,
"I don't want to go out there and I've got to pee so
bad. Take it from me... let me pee inside you... please...
please do it... I want to pee inside you so bad." I said
I didn't want to but I let him slowly push my head
down to his dick as he talked. I put it in my mouth
and he slowly peed into it. He kept thanking me and
rubbing the back of my head. As he finished peeing he
reached down and stroked his cock while still holding
the back of my head. He jerked off into my mouth and
that was the first time he'd actually cum in my mouth.

I was so fucking stupid. In order to save my pride I'd
fought him harder and harder after that. I made it
where he'd have to beat the crap out of me before I'd
submit, and then I'd bitch about it like crazy making
it seem like I didn't like it and only did it because
I had no choice. Secretly, I got off on it when I'd
lose a game or a bet and have to suck him off or rim
him. When I won, he'd on very rare occasion suck me
off. I could never get him to do anything else. He was
good at it, but I never got the idea he really liked
it and now I wonder if I'll ever experience it again.

As we got older, the adolescent games made less sense
and over time it pretty much stopped. I wanted it so
badly and let my pride get in the way. I guess he took
it as rejection or thought I really didn't like it. I
fucked that up royally. It's like a fantasy the way
things are now. I don't like everything, but so what.
The good definitely outweighs the bad.

I can't help but to be nervous and anxious about work
though. I really don't think my boss will say or do
anything. Not at work anyway. It's pretty obvious that
he belongs to the club and I'll probably run into him
there but like Steven had said, so what. He's just
another guy using and abusing me.

Steven pulls me into his arms, "Why are you awake
already? Are you okay? Are you hurting," he asks?

I am sore but nothing major. "I'm okay. I guess I'm a
little edgy about work. It's going to be really
uncomfortable when I see him."

"You'll be fine. Just take it as it comes and do what
you have to do." He pulls me tighter, "You have
nothing to worry about. We're in this together. I can
support you if it comes to that."

God, that feels so good. "It won't, but thank you."

"Get showered and dressed. I'll make you a good
breakfast. Then go to work. Get an early start to your
day and don't be late. No complaining, high energy,
strong and confident. Show him you're a man and not
the boy cunt he fucked last night."

I sigh, thinking about that. I swing my legs over the
edge of the bed and wince slightly at the soreness.
Steven whistles as I stand up, "Your ass is so fucked!
It's all welted, and black and blue. It's so fucking
hot to see it like that. Fuck! I wish it looked like
that all the time. Your back too, sweeeet." I stand
there and let him look. He rubs his hand across it. He
comes toward me and bites it lightly, then harder,
then much harder until I gasp out in pain. "I couldn't
resist. That will leave a mark for sure. Get going
before I fuck you with this!" He shows me his hard
cock. I head toward the stairs to go outside but he
yells out for me to just use the bathroom.

I put on a really good suit in an effort to look my
best. Satisfied I'm dressed right I head down to the
kitchen. Breakfast is waiting and even though I don't
really feel like eating I certainly don't want to hurt
his feelings. The omelet is delicious as always. He
talks to fill the space, "I'm going to be a little
late tonight. Why don't you go to the gym after work?
If you want, you can even go home after that and we'll
catch up with each other in the morning."

Fuck! I don't need this today. "What the fuck did I do
now?" I ask exasperated.

"Nothing. I just thought you might want a break, some
recovery time. That's all. What are you getting such
an attitude about?" He's perturbing me with his
calmness. It only makes me more pissed.

"Do you want me here tonight or not?" I'm fighting my
anger.

"I do, but not if you're going to behave like that. I
was trying to be thoughtful and kind and give you a
break and some space and you're getting all bitchy on
me. What the fuck is that about?" He never seems to
have a problem with a heavy silence. "First your
complaints last night and now this. I thought we'd
gotten past these fucking games. Maybe we do need a
break. You think about it and call me later. I'm
telling you though, if you come here it better be
without the attitude." He just lets that hang.

I feel lost and defeated. I break the silence, "I'd
better get to work." I stand to go.

His voice is quiet, calm, and steady, "If you walk out
that door without the chastity device on you're
definitely not coming back here tonight." I just look
at him. "I'm not joking and I'm not bluffing, boy." I
know him well and I know he'll follow through. I guess
he sees the defeat in my eyes. "You have thirty
seconds to get it and be standing in front of me or
you'll be spending the weekend alone." I have only a
split second to think about it before he starts
counting, "One, two..." I take off like a bat out of
hell, run up the stairs, grab it out of his nightstand
drawer, and run back toward him as fast as I can. "...
twenty eight, twenty nine." I hand it to him before he
says thirty. "Where's the key?" He has a wicked grin
thinking he's caught me. I drop the key from my other
hand into his and return his wicked grin. I drop my
pants and let him lock it in place.

"Thank you, Master. I'll see you later." I leave for
work feeling much better.

Steven watches from the door totally satisfied with
himself, and the relationship in general. It really
couldn't be much better. Just the threat of backing
off reels him right back in. It's such sweet justice
for all the times he backed off from me. Now he can't
stand the thought of being without me for even one
night. All the times he fought submitting to me and
all I have to do now is give him some freedom and he
begs me to take him back under my control. Now it's
the threat that I won't beat him that keeps him
behaving instead of threatening that I will. The look
on his face when that guy sucked me off was priceless!
He's so full of shit that he's okay with it. All I'll
have to do now is threaten him that I'll let someone
else swing off my cock and he'll do anything I say.
I've made it that his own house feels alien to him and
soon he won't even know how to shop, or cook and feed
himself. He loves me, but he finally needs me too. The
way I've loved and needed him for years. I've put up
with so much of his shit and it feels so good to give
some of it back to him to teach him a lesson... or two,
or as many as I want him to learn. He's smiling as he
turns to get ready for work.

I take a deep breath as I get off the elevator and
head to my office. My secretary greets me with, "I'm
glad you're early. The boss man wants to see you. He
said as soon as you get in. What'd you do?"

My stomach clenches and my heart speeds up. I'm
instantly sweating. "I'm sure its nothing," I tell her
as I drop my things in my office.

She doesn't help by adding, "You don't look like its
nothing. You look like a kid with his hand caught in
the cookie jar."

"Thanks!" Is all I have to say to her as I head back
toward the elevator. I take another deep breath as I
approach his office. I put on my best smile as I
approach his secretary. I'd never thought anything of
it before that he had a male secretary, but all of a
sudden it strikes me as odd. "Good morning, the boss
man wanted to see me?"

Is that a smirk I see on his face or am I imagining
things? I've got to get a grip. I hope I'm also
imagining the tone in his voice, "Yes he does. He said
to stand over there and wait for him until he's ready
for you."

I look at the seats in the reception area. Did I hear
him right? "Did you say stand?"

He raises his hands, "I didn't. He did. Don't get mad
at the messenger." I think I hear sympathy in his
voice. This can't be real. I must be imagining things.
I stand there for some time and jump when the buzzer
rings. "He's ready for you. Good luck."

I take another deep breath and enter as strong and
confident as I can manage. I greet him with a cheerful
but respectful good morning. He offers no invitation
to be seated so I stand in front of his desk. He says
nothing to me but uses the intercom to tell his
secretary that he doesn't want to be disturbed. I
wonder if he can hear my heart beating.

"I'm glad to see you here this morning. I'd have been
very disappointed in you if you'd called in sick or
even worse, just didn't show up. It took guts after
last night." I can't read where this is going yet so I
remain quiet. "You must be hurting?"

"I'm fine, Sir."

"Too bad. I'd take pleasure in knowing you're in
pain." His grin is inconsistent with his tone. I need
to get a grip and get on a solid footing. "Are you
bruised?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Let me see." Shit! Here it comes. I hesitate
trying to think of what I should do and how I should
respond. I think of what Steven said to do. He said to
just do what I'm told. I turn around, undo my pants,
and drop them. I gather my shirttail and jacket up so
he can see it better. "Lose the jacket and the shirt."
Fuck. I don't turn to look back at him as I take my
jacket off and toss it on the sofa. I loosen my tie
and slip it over my head throwing it on top of my
jacket. I pull my shirt over my head after unbuttoning
the top buttons and cuffs. I stand with my back to him
as he looks at me. I'm praying that he doesn't ask me
to turn around. I don't want him to see the CB2000.
"Bend over, put your hands on the floor in front of
you. I want to see the hole I fucked last night." I
feel the color rush up my face as I obey him. "Very
hot! You should always be so battered and bruised.
Next time I'll fuck you harder so your hole stays
puffy for days." He keeps me there a while. I'm
terrified that someone will come in.

"Turn around. Uh-uhh. Don't stand up. I want you on
your knees while we talk." I kneel facing him. He
stares at the chastity device but says nothing about
it. "Okay, here's the deal. You're good, damn good.
You're too good to lose. This can fuck up your career
here or it can enhance it. It's up to you. Are you
quitting or are you man enough to stay?"

This is going nothing like I anticipated. "I'd like to
stay. How can this enhance my career?" I'm really
totally lost and confused with this whole situation. I
have no idea where this is going.

"Its simple really. It takes a particular kind of grit
to take what you took last night and real guts to walk
in here like you did today. You're practically naked
and on your knees but you're not begging. There's no
apology or shame being expressed. You're not even
offering any explanation and you're not embarrassing
yourself or my intelligence with lame excuses. You
walked in here with your head held high and I suspect
you'll walk out the same way. I also know you don't
start out at the level you were at last night so
you've been at this awhile. It obviously hasn't
affected your work in a negative way and I suspect it
has actually been a positive influence on you. The
chastity device tells me you're owned. I suspect it's
either Steven or Michael. I couldn't quite tell which.
By the look in your eyes I'd say Michael, but by the
look in his eyes I'd say Steven. Whichever, I have no
intention of interfering in any way. It's obvious
you've already discussed what might happen today and
have permission to go at least as far as you've gone
so far. I don't think you'd break any boundaries or be
disloyal or disobedient. I see that clearly about you.

"So I end up with an employee who is loyal and
obedient. Someone who knows himself well enough to
know what he wants and needs and goes after it. No
guilt, no shame, and no apology. Just guts,
determination, and courage. So you see, we can all
win."

I think about what he's said. I get it. I don't like
what he said about Steven and Michael and I'll have to
give that some real thought at another time. For now,
"What do you expect from me here?"

"I expect you to do your job to the very best of your
ability and you have every right to expect to be
compensated and rewarded appropriately."

I like his answer but it isn't what I was asking. "I
mean about the Dom/sub thing, the S&M thing. How will
that work?"

"That's not a discussion for me to have with you. It's
a discussion for me to have with... who? Michael or
Steven?"

"Steven."

"Good. I liked him better. He seemed the better of the
two men. I told you, I'll respect his property
rights." It's not exactly the answer I wanted, but I
can live with it. "So, do we have a deal?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Okay, so let's get back to work. You went to school
on a sports scholarship if I remember correctly?" I
affirm that I did without pointing out that it was for
shooting pool. "How's your tennis game?"

I'm totally confused. "Very decent."

"Good. We're meeting prospective clients for Tennis
and lunch. They're partners in life and business. I
think you'd be perfect as the account exec. Their
files are on my secretary's desk. Memorize them. Be
ready to go at 11:30 sharp."

"Do I play to win or let them win?"

"Win! You don't want them to think you're a loser.
Give your sizes to my secretary and he'll go get you
tennis clothes. Also give him Steven's number so he
can get him on the phone for me to talk to."

"I actually have everything I need in my car. Thank
you anyway."

"Then get your ass out of here and get to work. I want
that account." I hurry to get dressed again and give
Steven's number to his secretary as I gather the files
I need off his desk on my way out and return to my own
office.

"How'd it go?" My secretary asks as soon as she sees
me.

"Start packing! We'll be moving upstairs in no time!"
I wink as I close the door to my office to study the
files he gave me. Other than a very brief phone
conversation with Steven there are no other
distractions.

I'd never been to the tennis club and he gives me a
quick tour since we arrived early. I change into my
tennis clothes as quickly as possible hoping no one
comes into the locker room while I'm changing. He
watches intently but says nothing. On the court we
volley a few balls to warm up before the clients
arrive.

They are nothing like I anticipated. They are young,
very young. I'd guess maybe early to mid twenties.
Introductions go quickly and I'm told to call them
Josh and Joey. We begin the game. They're good, not
great, about on the same level as my boss. I'm clearly
several notches up and cover my own side of the court
as well as most of my boss's. I'm careful not to blow
them away but achieve a clear victory in just about
every set and match. There are obviously no hard
feelings and I explain my skill developed as a result
of my boyfriend who is very skilled and competitive.
There's definitely a good chemistry between us, and
the conversation flows smoothly and easily. It feels
good to be among "family" and to talk so openly and
honestly.

My boss suggests, "Instead of going back to the office
to continue our conversation why don't the four of us
go to lunch? We can talk there in a more relaxed
environment." They readily accept. We all walk
together back to the locker room. Once there, I gather
my stuff and head to the showers figuring I'd just
dress behind the curtain. I'm taken back as I turn the
corner to the lockers and I realize there are no
curtains and no separate showers. It's just a bunch of
showerheads lined up against the wall. They come up
behind me. My boss has his towel wrapped around him
but Josh and Joey have theirs slung over their
shoulders. Their bodies are long, slim, and smooth.
They're both tight though not real muscular.

"You can't shower in your tennis clothes." They tease
me. I don't know what to do.

My boss looks at me sternly, "Don't be shy. Show them
you have nothing to hide from them."

He knows what my ass and back look like so this must
be what he wants. I kick off my tennis shoes and take
off my socks. I pull my sweat soaked shirt over my
head. Looking at my chest they can't see any marks or
bruising. I drop my shorts and jock together. Their
eyes go immediately to my crotch.

"Holy shit!" Says Josh. Looking at Joey he adds, "I've
got to get one of those for you to wear." Joey says
nothing but looks down at the floor. I try to keep my
back to them but it's impossible once we're in the
shower. Joey notices my bruises first but says
nothing. He gives me a look of sympathy like he
understands. Once Josh notices he says nothing but
grabs me by the arm and turns me around so he can see
my back and my ass. He looks at my boss and asks, "Did
you do this to him?"

"Some of it. The rest was his boyfriend. Good job
right?"

"Fuck yeah!" Again looking at Joey, "You're going to
learn how to take this. This is what I'm working you
toward." My boss gives me a knowing and approving nod.
Josh asks him, "You have full use of him?"

"His owner and I have an arrangement. Let's say the
man is more than generous." In my brief conversation
with Steven he told me that they'd worked things out
well and all I had to do was what I was told to do.
Now I understand what he'd meant.

"So in order to get this account you're willing to
kiss my ass or suck my dick?"

"I'm certainly not." My boss answers him. "But, I'm
certainly willing to have him do it."

"I like the way you do business. I think we have a
deal."

"I spoke to your father this morning. We already made
a deal. This is just an executive perk I'm offering
you. After all, your father will be retiring one day
and I want to get off on the right foot with you.
After seeing you two at the dungeon party a couple of
months ago I thought this might be a good way to go."

Joey and I followed them out as they continued
talking. Lunch was much the same way, them talking...
mostly about what it was like to own slaves and what
they liked to do to them. If my boss was telling the
truth he owned a stable full of them and considered
them to be nothing more than property. He was clearly
in a different league than Steven and I or even Josh
and Joey as we were actually in relationships. It
sounded like he had no emotional attachment or any
relationship with his slaves. They were mere
possessions to him. I gave a silent prayer of thanks
that it wasn't like that with Steven.

My boss was very pleased with how the day had gone and
I left without going back up to my office. I got to
the gym earlier than usual and did my whole workout
without seeing anyone I knew. I decided to head home
without showering to avoid any unnecessary
embarrassment. I cleaned the whole house and showered.
I have little else to do other than wait for Steven so
I figure I'll catch up on some reading. I must have
dozed off because I hear the shower running, but I
never heard him come in. I go to my corner and wait
for him. He takes his time probably figuring I'm still
asleep. I'm sure to stay up on my knees the whole
time.

Coming back down, "You're awake!" He sounds really
happy to see me. He playfully grabs me from behind and
drags me backward dropping me to the floor on my back.
He quickly mounts me, sitting on my chest and pinning
my arms under his jean covered legs. He lets his spit
slowly drip from his mouth into mine. I so willingly
swallow it. Slapping my face several times, "So tell
me what happened. I want every detail." I tell him
about the entire day including my thoughts about Josh
and Joey. He listens patiently. "We need to get
someone like Joey for Greg. I think it's what he
wants." I'm not surprised.

"Do you think he's gay?"

"No. I just think he likes having his cock sucked and
being served. It's a way for him to be a selfish prick
and get away with it."

He's obviously in a playful mood, so I venture to say,
"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black." He
can't help but laugh at that.

"You'll pay for that one day but for tonight I'm
thinking dinner, a movie, maybe a beer or two."

We have a great night together. We run into some
friends after the movie and enjoy hanging out with
them. It's almost like a normal date except I didn't
get to order my own food, or help pick the movie. He
didn't share his popcorn or his soda after I went and
got it for him and I also didn't get a beer like him,
but nursed a bottle of water instead. It felt good for
him to hold me standing in front of him as he sat
behind me on the barstool. It didn't even seem to be a
thought that I might sit on one of the empty bar
stools.

I really got into sucking him off when we got home. I
worshipped his cock and balls with my mouth and
tongue. I rimmed his ass for a long time. I sucked him
with long slow strokes with my lips and worked the
underside of his cock with my tongue at the same time.
I swallowed every drop of his spunk as he came in my
mouth. I lay awake beside him horny as all hell and
watched him sleep until I mercifully fell asleep
myself.

We play tennis in the morning. At this point we're
pretty evenly matched and the competition is fierce
between us. He edges me out on the last match but I
play on his insecurities by insisting over and over
that I didn't let him win. I'm telling the truth so I
don't feel guilty about it. We end up playing in a
foursome and cream them. We both feel good about that.

We have lunch at my favorite dockside restaurant. I
surprise myself by feeling unsettled when he doesn't
order for me. I hadn't even looked at the menu
thinking it was already taken care of. The food is
great and the conversation easy so I don't give it
another thought. We talk about a lot of nothing and
touch lightly on some insignificant issues. It's
really relaxing. When the bill comes he takes it as
always. After looking at it, he drops a twenty on the
table and says, "That's my half." I think he's joking
but realize he's not. I don't care about the money but
wonder if there's any meaning behind it.

Reaching for my wallet I ask him, "Did I do something
wrong?"

"No. You ordered for yourself. If you want to be
independent and order for yourself then you can be
independent and pay for it."

"I'm sorry. You said you wanted us both to eat and
when you didn't order I thought I was supposed to. I
didn't want to. I thought you wanted me to."

"Did I tell you to order?" I shake my head no. "Did
you ask me for permission to order for yourself?"

"No, Sir." I figure I better start trying to dig
myself out.

"Did you even consider sacrificing the opportunity by
asking me to order for you or perhaps by not eating to
show me that you like me to be in control?"

"I'm sorry. Please, I'm trying, I really am. I don't
know what I'm supposed to do sometimes and I always
seem to fuck it up. Please don't be disappointed in
me." I feel on the verge of tears.

"Shhhh!!! It's okay. I know you're trying. I just wish
you'd stop trying to figure it out for yourself and
just ask. I'll tell you what to do."

"Okay. From now on I will. I promise. Please don't let
it ruin the day or this evening. Please. I don't want
to fuck up tonight."

"It didn't ruin anything. We're both still learning.
What did you mean about not fucking up tonight?"

"At the club, your initiation. I don't want that to
get fucked up."

"I told you I was admitted Thursday night. There's no
initiation tonight. We're not going anyway."

"Why not?"

"You're too bruised from Thursday night. You can't
take more. It's better if we don't go."

"I'm fine. Honest. We can go."

"No."

"Do you want to go?"

"Of course I want to go. The point is you've had
enough until you're all healed."

Fuck! "I really want to go and I think I'm fine. If
you won't let me go then you can go without me."

"You don't want me to go without you."

"No, I don't. But I'd rather you went without me than
have you stay home because of me."

"And you'd be fine knowing that I'm going to play with
other guys and probably either fuck them or have them
sucking me off?"

SHIT! I know the right answer but it's not what I feel
inside. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm fine with you fucking someone else or
getting a blow job by another guy."

"You are?" He looks doubtful.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay then. I'll bring you and let you watch and then
we'll see if you're fine with it."


I have received 628 responses to this story so far!!!
What an unexpected delight and turn on!! I think I
have responded to just about all of them. I have to
give a very special thank you to those of you who've
become special friends and are journeying the story
with me. Thank you also to those who have sent
suggestions to Steven about what to do to me. They
haven't all been fun, but they are appreciated none
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eric