Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 04:34:50 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 23

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>>


PRELUDE TO THIS CHAPTER
Chapters 23 and the upcoming chapter 24 are
intrinsically linked together. I struggled trying to
decide if I should post them both as one very long
chapter or split them. You see which I decided.

On another note: Thank you to all who are writing with
your appreciation and affirmation of the story....
Those of you who are writing upset with Steven,,,, I
get it. I understand why. BUT those of you who are
saying I should break up with him,,,,, come on, do you
think I would end a thirty year relationship with my
best frind since Kindergarten, who I obviously love,
because we seem to be going through a little rough
spot with some tension? In a relationship that has
lasted this long there are bound to be rough spots.

Besides, trust him and give him some credit, I do.



Chapter 23

Fear. I feel pure fear. Not the fear of being hurt. I
know I'm going to hurt. Their desire to inflict pain
and my need and desire to feel it guarantees that.
It's not even the fear of being harmed. I know they...
that Michael, won't allow me to be harmed. In the end
I'll be fine. It is the fear that this time I really
am nothing more than an object, a toy, or a thing. I
am not a part of this group. They are together and I
am not among them. They don't know me in any other
context than as a slave. They don't even know my name.
My feelings, my desires, my likes, my dislikes, my
preferences have no part in any of this. The fear is
that I'm alone here. The fear is that I'm lonely here.

I fucked it up! Without even realizing it, despite my
determination not to fuck it up, I did it anyway.
Steven's words echo in my head, "I'll forgive you... but
you know forgiveness and penance are not the same
thing. You need to do penance first. Unfortunately,
you also need the punishment to reinforce the lesson.
You're not a quick learner when it comes to the hard
lessons." I finally get it!

I wish Steven were here so I could tell him I finally
get it, but I understand why he's not here, why he
can't be here. He'd bail me out. If he were here he'd
rescue me and he's right. I'm a slow learner when it
comes to the hard lessons and unfortunately I do seem
to need the punishment to reinforce the lesson.

I fucked up because I haven't put him first. It's that
simple. It's really all he wants. It's not that I
submit to others that bothers him, it's that he wants
me to submit to him and he'll decide who gets to use
me. It's not supposed to be about what I want done to
me and who I want to do it it's about what he wants
done to me and who he wants to do it. It's should be
me trusting that he will see to it that my needs and
desires get met and satisfied. It's about me being
grateful when he gives me what I want and need not me
being pissed at him when he doesn't. It should be me
wanting to please him, not me pleasing everyone. I
expect him to enjoy my being used but I got all pissy
when I watched him using someone else. Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! I could be there with him instead of here.

I also remember when he said, "If you want or need a
beating ask for it. Don't fuck up just to get punished
because if you're being punished for fucking up it
won't be fun for either of us." Tonight is my
punishment for fucking up. Tonight will not be fun.
Tonight is my penance. The only consolation is his
promise to forgive me after I've done my penance.

The first kick to my balls is hard enough to drop me
to the floor if Michael wasn't holding me. The kick to
my stomach doubles me over despite his tight grasp. I
know I could use my safe word right now and walk out
of here and straight into Steven's arms, but I need to
do my penance. I need to take this like a man. Not so
he'll forgive me but so he'll respect me. So he'll
trust me. So I'll respect myself. So I can look him in
the eye and tell him that I suffered the consequences
of my behaviors and he didn't have to come rescue me.

The shot to my arm makes us both turn from the force
of the blow. I watch in slow motion as the next shot
to my other arm comes toward me. Michael lowers me to
the ground as the force of that punch lands. The rapid
jabs to my exposed thigh cause me to instinctively
roll over and consequently "offer" them my other
thigh. The blows there are even harder. With my arms
bound behind my back the only way I can get around is
to roll. I roll fast so that the blows don't land in
the same spot twice. I get punched or kicked
everywhere. I keep my thighs together and pulled up
even as I roll to protect my cock and balls as well as
my stomach. I roll back and forth trying to avoid
getting pinned against a wall. Sometimes I roll myself
right into the midst of them trying to avoid getting
trapped.

Finally exhausted, I lay panting on the floor curled
in a fetal position. Tears are streaming down my face,
drool is edging from the corner of my mouth, and snot
is running out my nose. An occasional punch or kick
land and I barely feel them because the pain I am
already feeling is blocking out any new pain. They
stop, but only because they're bored.

"Stand up!" I lay there trying to decide if I want to
or not. "You giving up loser? The going's getting
tough so tough boy is gonna get going? Want me to call
your daddy for you? How's that work for you, boy?" He
holds his hand up in that stupid position to imitate
talking on the phone. "Hello Steven, can you please
come pick up your boy. He's crying like a baby and
needs his big daddy to protect him. Oh you know how it
is, he thought he could handle things on his own but
he's really not man enough to do that. In fact, he's
not a man at all so she needs you to be her knight in
shining armor to come rescue his damsel in distress.
You little turd, would you really embarrass him like
that?" His words bite! He knows exactly how to push my
buttons.

He grabs a flogger from the wall and slashes it across
my back. "I said get up!" He slashes the flogger
across me again as I am getting up. He lands more
blows to my back as I stand there defiantly. I refuse
to cave. I'm determined to maintain whatever pride and
dignity I have left. "Now that's the boy I know and
love." His tone is sarcastic and mocking. He steps in
front of me and hits me with the flogger across my
stomach. The next one is a little bit higher. I tip my
head back to give him full access. He gets into a
rhythmic pattern and moves around my body, six soft,
and one hard. The bastard knows I'd figure out the
pattern quickly and consistently dread that seventh
blow.

He does it a long time before he tires of the
flogging. For me it evened out the pain. I just hurt.
"Circle around gentlemen. It's time for a game of
tag." He wipes my face roughly with a towel and then
places a loose fitting hood over my head. The elastic
band closes around my neck holding it in place. I can
see light through it but barely make out their
shadows. "Game time!" He spins me around a couple of
times to disorient me and then gives me a light shove
forward. A punch lands to my gut and I'm spun and
pushed forward again. I take a shot to the arm and
move away from it on my own. A belt slashes across the
front of my upper thighs and I turn quickly to avoid a
second one, which catches me across the ass. I blindly
move forward to escape the belt and I'm slashed across
the chest with what feels like a rubber hose again. I
move quickly to the right and take a hard swat from a
paddle against the side of my thigh. I know which ever
way I move there will be something but I can't stay
still once I know what's coming. I turn and move left
and take a hard stinging shock right to my nipple. I
back away quickly but not before I'm shocked right on
the head of my cock. I back up so fast I almost fall
but someone catches me and stands me upright again
before pushing me back into the game.

This is more my style. For whatever the reason this is
arousing to me and I can feel my cock swelling. As I
knew it would happen, someone takes a swipe at my
hardening dick and it stings like hell. A belt slashes
across my upper arm. I stop moving for a second to get
my bearings and regain my footing. The next slash of
the belt across my back doesn't get me to move but the
following one straight across my stomach gets me
moving backward as fast as I can. Someone catches me
in a bear hug and holds me while someone else slaps me
repeatedly on my pelvis right above my dick. I take it
as long as I can and pull my legs up to protect
myself. The guy holding me has my whole weight until
two other guys grab my legs and hold them up there. My
ass gets a wicked paddling as they hold me in the air.

I hear Michael's voice. "Fuck him! Go ahead just fuck
him. He's in the perfect position to get butt fucked."
A hand cold with lube smacks down right on my asshole.
He hits me again but pushes his finger up my hole as
he lands the slap. The next thing I feel is his cock
pushing at my back door. "Just push it in, it's
supposed to hurt him." He follows Michael's directions
and pushes his dick straight up my ass. I scream and
buck with the initial pain, "That's it, don't let it
feel good for him. Make him hurt. Fuck him hard." The
guy bangs into my boy cunt mercilessly as they
continue to hold me. "Don't stop, man. Use his cunt
for your pleasure." He does until he pulls out and
shoots his load all over my cock and balls.

They lower me to the ground. Michael rolls me over and
unclips my hands. "Get on all fours." He slaps me
before I can possibly obey him. A slap lands with
every word he says; "I said get on all fours." I obey
him as quickly as I can. As soon as I'm in position a
guy mounts me doggie style and pumps his dick up my
ass. After about a dozen strokes he pulls out and
pushes me around with his foot and another guy enters
me. They take their turns passing me around and
fucking me, each for a short time only, and then
passing me on to the next one.

One guy fucks me so hard I collapse to the ground
beneath him. Pinning me down with his full weight he
fucks me until he cums up my ass. "Get back on all
fours!" I get up as fast as I can. The hood is pulled
off. "We're all going to fuck you. Crawl over and lick
the feet of the guy you want to go next." I can't win
this game. Every guy will be rougher than the one
before because they'll be pissed I didn't pick them
first. I crawl over to the biggest, meanest looking
one and bow before him. I lick his feet.

Stepping around me he picks me up by my hips and pulls
me onto his big, wet, uncut dick. I try to balance on
my hands and feet as he holds my ass high for his own
comfort. Two guys come hold me up at the waist for him
as he continues to fuck me. He pulls out and finishes
it himself by jerking off and cumming on my ball sack.
I kiss the feet of the guy on my right holding me.

He pulls me over to the table, bends me over it, and
pushes into me. After him the last two guys just come
to me to take their turn. My ass is numb and wet with
their cum soaking my crack and dripping down my ball
sack.

"You forgot me." I look over at Michael. His shirt is
off. His pants are open and tucked under his big cock
and balls. His bush is thick with course black hair.
He's fully hard and I feel my own cock swelling with
the idea of getting fucked by him. I crawl across the
room to him and kiss his feet. Getting no response I
lick as well. "I'd never fuck a slave and I sure as
hell won't fuck a dripping whore hole like you." Damn!
I told myself I wouldn't let it bother me if he said
something like that but it still hurts. "I might let
you suck my dick if you beg for it."

"Please let me suck your cock. Please. You deserve to
be sucked, please let me suck you." He pushes my face
down to the floor with his foot and pins it there.

"You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'd ever
let a piece of shit like you near my dick?" His hand
spanks down hard on my ass a bunch of times. The pain
is so intense. "You're just a hole to fuck and now
that everyone who wanted to fuck you has, there's
absolutely no use for you. You're a useless fuck
hole." To the others he says, "Come on guys. Time to
put our toys away until next time."

Two of them pull me up into a standing position while
Michael gets some stuff out of the closet. "Here's
what's going to happen to you, boy. First, I'm going
to wrap you in this." He holds up rolls of vet wrap,
the stuff that looks like an ace bandage but it sticks
to itself. I've been mummified before. I know I can
handle it. "Then we're going to put you in here." He
holds up a sleep sack. It seems redundant as it is
much like being mummified. "Then in this." Shit! It's
a body bag. That spooks me. "And then you'll be put in
here for safe keeping." He pulls the carpet back and
opens a trap door in the basement floor. It's about
the size of a small coffin. "And you'll stay there
until I decide to let you out." He lets that sink in.
"And let's face it, I have no use for a fuck hole I
won't fuck."

The two guys hold me upright as Michael and another
guy start at my ankles and wrap the vet wrap around
and around coming further and further up my legs with
each pass. As one roll finishes they begin a new one.
No part of my skin is left showing. My arms are
straight down and my hands are now being wrapped tight
against my thighs. As they near my crotch I try to
stop them, "Sir, I have to pee first. Please let me
pee. Sir, Please." They continue like I'm not even
talking. They continue and cover my crotch and ass as
they work their way up. They continue all the way up
to my neck like a high turtleneck. Lifting me straight
up they wrap my feet as well.

While still holding me up they slip the sleep sack
over my feet and pull it up to my neck. They close the
zipper all the way up the front. They fasten the
attached belts to tighten it even further. I can't
move at all. With me watching they open the body bag
on the table. "Sir, Please don't. Please don't do this
to me. Please."

"Too late boy. It's a done deal." With that they pick
me up and lay me flat on the table inside the bag.
"Night, night. Don't let the bed bugs bite... or the
mice and rats." He slides the zipper up from my ankles
and the anxiety hits.

"Wait! Please wait. Please. I'll do anything you want,
I swear. I'll be good. I promise I'll be good. Please
don't make me do this. I'm begging you." He stops the
zipper as he reaches my stomach. He says nothing but
doesn't let go of the zipper. In desperation I beg
softly, "Please, please don't do it. Please...." He
takes his hand from the zipper. "Thank you, Sir. Oh
thank you."

He looks so pleased with himself. "I don't know why
you're thanking me, boy. I just forgot something." He
holds up several thick cotton squares and places them
over my eyes. I whimper as I realize what he's doing
and that I'm not going to get him to stop. He uses the
vet wrap over the squares and wraps it around and
around my head making a blindfold that lets in
absolutely no light at all. The darkness is complete
and overwhelming. Like the slave who got pierced
earlier I'm too scared to form a coherent thought and
keep begging by saying please over and over. I know
I'm not making sense but can't stop myself.

"Are you going to gag him too?"

"No. I like to hear him scream." I hear and feel the
zipper of the body bag being pulled all the way up.
They lift me from the table and lower me into the tiny
space in the floor. It's tight around me. I try to
move but can't move at all. I scream, I call out,
still begging.

I feel the zipper being lowered and a sense of relief
comes over me. Michael's voice is like music to me.
"Listen. Stop your whimpering and listen to me." He
waits until I regain my composure. "I'm going to put a
straw in your mouth. Drink slowly.... That's it keep
drinking nice and slow." The water feels good going
down my already parched throat. When I finish it he
pulls it from my mouth.

"Now listen to me and listen good. This is going to
happen. I told you it's a done deal. You have this one
chance and one chance only to use your safe word. But
I'm telling you if you do it's over, but not just for
you but for Steven too. He'll be out of the club and
both of you can go fuck yourselves because I don't
hang out with losers. If you quit now you lose, but so
does he." He knows I wouldn't do that to Steven. I say
nothing more.

"I'm putting the water next to you. Make sure you hold
this straw in your mouth so you don't lose it. If you
lose it you won't be able to move to find it again.
You'll be thirsty as hell without it. Trust me, that's
not a torture you want." My anxiety level jumps.

I cringe inside as I hear the door slam over me. I
struggle to hear the rustle of the carpet as they put
it back in place. I hear footsteps for a minute or so
before everything goes silent. The darkness and the
silence are total except for my own breathing. He
didn't pull the zipper back up. He couldn't have or I
wouldn't be able to hold the straw in my mouth. I'm so
relieved. As I realize it really makes no difference I
push that thought out of my head and just try to hold
on to the relief I feel. I know Michael never makes a
mistake so he backed it off to just where I could
handle it. A feeling of deep appreciation washes over
me and I realize how lucky I am to have masters of
such skill.

I know I need to control my anxiety level so I work to
control my breathing and do relaxation exercises in my
head. I know the best thing for me to do right now is
sleep and I want to relax enough to do that. I figure
by morning they'll let me out. I need to know that
this will end soon. I sip at the water to help calm
myself and I realize immediately that it's not water
this time. It's urine. I panic for a few seconds but
then realize it's okay. I've drunk piss before and
it's not that it's so horrible, but it's no thirst
quencher either. I'll still be thirsty as hell but I
won't dehydrate. The fucking bastard! Like being
entombed here isn't bad enough. With no distractions I
realize that my whole body is hurting and sore. I
can't move anything.

Time is meaningless already. I have no idea how long
it took but considering everything, I'm impressed with
myself at the calmness I've managed. I say the rosary
in my head to help me pass the time and maintain my
calmness. I always fall asleep when I say the rosary
and I'm praying I do this time as well.

The other guys leave and Michael joins Steven upstairs
in the living room where he'd been watching everything
on the closed circuit television. Offering him a beer
Michael asks, "How you doing?"

Steven replies, "That was tough to watch. You really
can be brutal. First he took a real fucking beating
and then he was scared shitless about being put in the
hole. I've got to be honest, man, I wish you'd back it
down a little." Steven sounds more upset and concerned
than angry.

"When you're holding the reigns you ride the horse
your way and when I hold the reigns I ride it my way.
I already back it down a lot for you. If he were mine
he'd be pierced, shaved, tattooed, whipped, beaten and
bound. Besides, you're full of shit, you get off on it
too, and you can be much worse than I am. You fuck
with his heart and mind. I only fuck with his head
space and body."

"Obviously you're right, right but you're really
pushing it. This time I didn't know if I wanted to
jerk off or come down and get him."

"Well, you didn't come down to get him, did you? And I
don't see you rushing to release him now either.
You're perfectly content to sit here nice and comfy on
my sofa and watch him suffer. This is working out just
fine for everyone." Steven doesn't look completely
convinced. "Listen, I'm telling you you're doing the
right thing. By the time we're done with him he'll
think you're God's gift to creation and the nicest guy
since Santa Clause. He'll be afraid to get two feet
away from you and he'll be tripping all over himself
trying to please you."

"He'd better or I'll have to do it all again. He'll
fucking live in that hole until he gets it right."

"That's the right attitude but he'd better learn
quick. My slave finishes his internship on the west
coast in six months. Then we need the hole back. It
will be pay back time for me letting him go and flying
back and forth every other week to see him. We can't
let these bitches get too comfortable."

Steven laughs and shakes his head. "You're going to
have to throw my bitch a bone and let him suck you
off."

"Why so he stops thinking about me? Nope. I gave him a
taste of the master just to tease him and now I hold
it over his head like a fucken sledgehammer. I can get
a blowjob anywhere so why would I give that up?
Besides, if and when I want him to blow me, well
that's what hoods are for. What he doesn't know won't
hurt him. I get off on his not knowing if I've fucked
him or not. I see him looking at me sometimes and I
can see the wonder in his eyes as he tries to figure
it out. Besides, I like the little flashes of jealousy
that you just can't hide. What about you, man? Do you
want to suck on the Master's cock too?" Michael grabs
his dick and flaunts it in front of Steven.

"Don't hold your fucking breath on that one cause it
aint ever going to happen."

"Do you ever suck dick? Do you ever suck him?"

"If I suck dick it will be his. He's the slut, not me;
remember? Besides, he's got an awesome dick that makes
yours look like a dog turd." Michael snorts at the
cheap and unfounded shot as Steven continues without
pausing. "I haven't sucked him in quite a while and I
haven't let anyone else either. The only way he's
gotten off is by his own hand."

"Will you ever allow him to get off any other way?"

"Of course. But, when it happens he won't know who.
That's what hoods are for and what he don't know won't
hurt him, right?" They both laugh.

"What's the deal with his boss?"

"The guy's got more money than the Queen of England
and supposedly a stable full of his own boys. He's
much more interested in the bitch as his star employee
than anything else. He says he's top of the line and
on the fast track to V.P. That's his priority. He
likes fucking around with him a bit, but nothing
serious. He has his own for that and I get the idea
he's out of our league. He wants to pawn Josh and Joey
off on me because as far as he's concerned they're
nothing but a pain in the ass. He's only doing a
friend a favor by `doing business' with the brats, as
he calls them, so they can supposedly learn something
about the business world. They are way too light
weight for his tastes."

"You going to take them on?"

"Yeah, I think so. I had a good time with them
tonight. Joey is a cutie and Josh is a hottie. If I
didn't have to come here I'd of let them stay the
night. As long as I let Josh have his way with my
bitch I can probably have my way with both of them.
Besides, it will be fun to fuck with the bitch's head
by making him watch Joey serve me and then making him
service Joey for treating me well and then service
Josh as payment for treating him like shit. He'll
still be the low man on the totem pole. It's a fucked
up life we live but someone has to do it." They both
laugh.

"So which one of us is taking first shift baby sitting
him? Guaranteed he'll fall asleep. They always do in
the beginning. I think it's a self-protective reflex.
They all think they'll sleep through it and when they
wake up it will all be over. Meanwhile we stay up
making sure he's okay. The slaves have it so easy
compared to us. We do all the fucking work."

"You're right, man. I'll take the first shift. Are you
sure he can't see the camera light?"

"Trust me. I've done this a dozen times. He can't see
anything. He's probably so fucking grateful I didn't
close the zipper he's not even thinking about why. I
don't know why but the body bag gets them every time."
Just then, the doorbell rings. Steven looks at Michael
wondering who it could be at this time of night. It's
well after midnight. "It's the bartender from the
club. I pay him a hundred bucks to come here when the
place closes down. For a hundred bucks he lets me do
whatever I want to him. He'd probably let me do it for
free but I don't want to be obligated to him in any
way. He's a hole to fuck but I don't want anything
else from him. We'll let him help keep you awake
tonight." He presses a button on a remote control on
the table automatically unlocking the front door. The
whore enters the room already naked and drops to his
knees in front of Michael. He's young, smooth, and
without an ounce of extra body fat. His hair is buzzed
high and tight. His nipples are pierced and his cock
is meaty, uncut, and thick. His balls are big and hang
in a very loose sack.

Backhanding him across the face Michael instructs the
whore about Steven. "You worship that man tonight. You
do everything he wants you to do and more." To Steven
he says, "Do whatever the fuck you want to him. I
don't give a shit what it is. It's what he gets paid
for. If you're not satisfied beat the crap out of him
then come get me and I'll beat the crap out of him
too. He's toilet trained if you're interested. He'll
either eat it or drink it as the case may be." Michael
kicks the whore hard, "Get your ass over to him, and
be ready for me later." The whore scrambles over.
"Have fun." Michael heads upstairs to get some sleep.

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Steven assures him as he
steps out of his pants and points to his erection
signaling the whore to have at it. His cock and balls
are immediately serviced and worshipped by Michael's
trick. With one eye on the TV set Steven settles into
the mouth around his cock but he's feeling bored,
lonely, and a little guilty. Not guilty that he'd
manipulated this whole fucking scene. In his mind it
simply needed to be done to achieve the results he
wanted. The end justifies the means as far as he's
concerned. They'll both be better off if they can work
out some of the kinks.

He thinks to himself, the bitch had better come to
understand that it's fine for him to serve and have
sex with all these other guys. Fuck! It's really hot
to team up against him and even hot to watch him be
used and abused by guys. It's like having my own
personal built in porn star. Besides, it's certainly
making both of us pretty popular. What he's got to
learn is that it's fine for me too. That bitch has
always pulled the same shit. He dates other guys, but
every time I do it he backs way off and I don't hear
from him for days, or even weeks. It's like he
punishes me for doing the same things he's doing, but
I'm not going to let him get away with it anymore.
>From now on every time he even tries to pull that shit
on me, either I'll send him home, bring him here, or
fuck it; I'll get my own box and lock him up like
Michael did. Liking that idea he thinks about the
dungeon space he'd like to have in his own basement.
The garage is only all right.

The bitch also has to realize that I am not just here
to serve his needs. He's also here to serve mine. I'll
feed his kinks as long as he feeds mine too. He'd
better realize there are things I want to do and I
want to do them to him. (He looks down at the whore
sucking his cock and he knows that everyone else is a
pale second to his own cock sucker.) I don't care if
he likes it or not and if he's smart he'll just take
it. I'm not going to keep doing what he wants and have
him sulk, complain, or ever refuse to do what I want.
Those days are gone forever. He'll do what I want or
I'll really give him something to complain about. He
laughs at his own use of that old cliché.

The whore sucking his cock looks up at him shaking his
limp dick in his fingers, "Am I doing something wrong
here?"

"Yep." Taking his belt from his pants loops he wails
it across the whore's ass a good dozen times. His cock
is back at full attention when he's done. "Start again
and don't fuck it up this time."

Going back to his thoughts, so where's the guilt
coming from? It's coming from the realization that the
bitch got what he deserved and more and most probably
learned his lesson, but I'm going to keep him locked
in that fucking hole anyway until I'm satisfied.
There's absolutely no reason for it except I want to
do it to him and I can. A sense of pleasure overrides
the guilt.

Kicking the whore in the leg he tells him to suck
harder. Grabbing the back of his head he pushes him
all the way down on his cock until the whore is
gagging and gasping for air. That's just the way it
should be. He just lets the cocksucker do his job with
no intention of cumming. Eventually, the whore is
tired and begging to stop. "You can stop, Steven tells
him...." Picking up the belt he starts in on the whore's
ass again. "... just tell me when you want to start
again." He takes the beating for a while and then goes
back to sucking cock. Steven's thoughts return to the
dungeon he plans to create.

After napping, Michael comes back down. The whore is
still sucking on Steven's dick and lapping at his
balls. His ass is crimson red from the belting he got
every time he took a break. Michael looks at Steven,
"Don't ever tell me I'm brutal again. It's like the
pot calling the kettle black."

"Yeah but I care about the other one, I don't give a
shit about this one."

"Fine, but I'm going to go fuck with his head some
more. You just watch and learn."

Steven watches the television as Michael comes into
the camera's view. Michael moves slowly and silently
as he pulls back the carpet and very slowly opens the
trap door so as not to make a sound. He puts his hands
together against the side of his face to indicate to
Steven that it's sleeping.

He looks at the shape in the box picturing the body
locked inside of it. Estimating where, he lands a
punch right to the balls. The grunt, and the moan
evolve into cursing. That's Michael's favorite part.
The inability to move always results in a more verbal
response. Then the begging starts again. That's his
second favorite part. Michael is silent and patient.
He waits several minutes until all is quiet and calm
again. Of course the breathing is still a bit hard and
rapid but that's to be expected because deep down it
knows there will be more. It hopes there won't, but
deep down knows that there'll be more.

Or will there? It's been so long that I start to
wonder if there will be more. I even start to wonder
if maybe I dreamed it in the first place. I couldn't
have. It scared the living shit out of me, and fucking
hurt like hell. I couldn't have dreamed it. My sense
of security grows as time passes.

The next shot to my balls totally freaks me out! It
hurts, but that's nothing compared to my total lack of
control or knowledge about what's happening or going
to happen. I curse a blue streak until I realize what
I'm saying and then apologize like crazy trying to get
myself out of whatever trouble I just got myself into.
Eventually I'm just whimpering and begging again.

Michael just sits back and enjoys the show much like
Steven is doing upstairs. Even the whore is entranced
watching and listening with a sense of anxiety and
desire.

I convince myself that if I calm down and stay still
and quiet he/they won't do it again. I'll be rewarded
for being good. Again my sense of security grows as
the time passes. I have no sense of time but it seems
really long to me. The slight click I hear makes me
jump inside wondering what's going to happen.

The click was actually Michael turning on a tape
recorder to play a previously recorded message. He's
used this trick a bunch of times and it's always
worked. The voice is low and menacing on the tape.
It's definitely, a black man talking, and definitely a
stranger's voice. "You thought you were safe here
didn't you. You thought we couldn't get to you. But we
can. We can do any fucking thing we want and you can't
do nuthin about it." Timing it perfectly Michael slams
down on his balls again. "See, its like I said, we can
do anything and you can't do nothin. The real bitch is
you can't sleep anymore, cause if you're sleepin we
come back. That's right, we're gonna be your worst
nightmare if you fall asleep. So now you gotta stay
awake. Now you just got nothing to do but think about
how fucken bored and miserable you are. And you gotta
worry about when the next ball crushing blow will
land" Again with perfect timing Michael lands another
solid ball busting blow. This time the cursing is low
and mingled with begging and even prayer. The cotton
blindfold absorbs the tears but you know he's crying.

Michael slowly and silently lowers the lid and heads
back upstairs.

I lay there crying for some time. I'm scared shitless
that another blow is going to land. I wish the guys
would say something else. I didn't recognize that
voice at all but Michael must be with him. I wonder
how many of them are there watching me. The guy said,
we, several times, at least I think he did. I struggle
to remember but it's just a blur already. I feel so
alone. I don't know if anyone is still there. "Please
talk to me, please.... Oh come on please let me know if
you're still there." Shit! I want to hear something.
"Please, I dropped the straw out of my mouth and I
need a drink. Please help me, please." Despair hits me
hard and I stop trying. I'm too afraid to do any
relaxation exercises because I'm too sacred of what
might happen if I fall asleep. I jump at every sound I
think I hear wondering if my balls are going to be
pounded again. If.... I mean when. I know it will happen
again. As time passes I wish it would happen so I
could stop anticipating it. How stupid is that, I
wonder?

Upstairs Steven tells Michael "So much for taking it
down a notch. Four fucking shots to his balls? You
terrorized him with the first one."

Michael doesn't say anything. He sits on the sofa and
motions the whore to his cock. Crawling over he takes
Michael into his mouth. The tension in the room eases
as all three of them grow hard. Michael breaks the
silence, "He's got a sweet ass, and you've got time to
kill and a hard on to take care of. Why don't you just
fuck the boy and make us all happy?" Steven squirts
some lube on his dick and slides it right up inside
him. His hole is loose in comparison to the hole he's
become used to and he uses that as an excuse to fuck
him harder. Finishing before Michael, he lies back on
the sofa and watches Michael get sucked off. He admits
to himself that Michael is gorgeous. He also allows
his mind to drift off into a fantasy where his boy is
in the middle sucking Michael, while Steven watches
and fucks his ass. He falls asleep sporting another
boner.