Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 17:11:47 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 24

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 24


I move my head from side to side. It's all I can move,
but that's not why I'm doing it. I'm picturing a clock
in my head and trying to regain some sense of time. It
feels like I've been in here forever. I feel warm, but
not hot. It feels like the surface of my skin is hot
but I don't feel hot inside. Like after being out on a
windy day with a case of windburn. What's the word I'm
looking for? Why can't I think of it? Flushed! That's
the word! Shit! Now I forgot how long it's been so I
start shaking my head all over again.

I can feel where I'm bruised by how much the pressures
of the vet wrap hurts in different places. I'm
definitely sporting some real bruising from tonight.
My ass hurts like hell with me laying on it on this
hard surface. Wait. Is the surface hard? I can't tell.
Is it padded underneath me? I try to rock back and
forth to see if there's any padding under me. I should
have looked before they put me in here. I can't seem
to get myself rocking. Oh well, I'll find out when
they take me out. Shit! Now I forgot how long it's
been again, so I start shaking my head back and forth
to keep the time.

I wasn't able to rock my body but maybe I can wiggle
my toes. Yep! Definitely! I can definitely wiggle my
toes and move my head so it's not as bad as I thought.
Good! I can even move my feet a little. I pick my toes
up toward me and then I can push them down again. I
can even move them from side to side a little bit.
Maybe Michael isn't as good at this as I thought if I
could still move so much. Unless, he did it on
purpose. Who knows? Who cares? OH FUCK! I forgot about
keeping time and have to start all over again.

I focus to concentrate. I move my head from side to
side and count as I do it. I figure each one is about
a second. When I reach 60 I feel relieved that I at
least know that one-minute passed. I keep counting and
when I reach 120 I wiggle my toes to celebrate that
two minutes have passed. I have a fucking party in my
head when I get to three hundred. That's five minutes!
I move my feet in a little boogie dance to celebrate
that one. Now at least I can keep track of the time.

At about 750 I begin to wonder what the fuck I'm doing
this for. What am I keeping track of? So big deal I
know more than ten minutes passed. I don't know how
long I've been in here or when I'm getting out. I
mean, I'm sure it will be in the morning but what time
is it now? How much longer until morning? I lay there
a while trying to figure it out.

I'm thirsty. I let the straw fall out of my mouth when
he hit me in the balls. I wonder if I'm going to get
in trouble for doing that. How long ago was that? It
must be awhile if I'm this thirsty. Maybe I can find
the straw. I move my head as much as possible
searching for it. It's hard. I can't find it. My neck
tires as I look for it. I finally give up. Who wants
to drink piss anyway?

I've got to pee. I told them that before they put me
in here but I was lying. I was just trying to stall,
but now I've really got to pee. What should I do?
Maybe I should tell them. "Sir... Hello Sir... I've
got to pee. Am I supposed to just do it here? Just
tell me what to do. Hello." Okay. I'll hold it longer.
I'll try to think of something else... I can't think
of anything else because there's nothing else to think
about. I feel the warm water pool at the tops of my
thighs, slide down my legs, and drip through my
calves. It tickles. It feels good.

I wish I could drink it because I'm so thirsty. Maybe
I can find the straw. I move my head looking for it.
YES! I got it this time! It was right there! Yuck!
Cold piss is awful. Isn't it funny that hot things
taste cold when they sit but cold things taste warm
when they sit. I'm not going to let the straw fall out
of my mouth again. Then again, why not? I found it
this time. I bet I can find it again. YEP! There it
is; I did it again.

What am I going to do now? There sure as shit aren't
too many options. ....

The first time Steven put me in a box we were about
ten or eleven years old. He dared me to get inside his
toy box. He called me a chicken because I didn't want
to, so I did it to show him I wasn't chicken. He sat
on the box and wouldn't let me out until I promised to
make his bed for him. Then he watched and made fun of
me as I did it.

The next time he just told me to get in. "You did it
once and I really liked it. Do it again. I want you to
do it again for me." Of course I did it. He made me
beg to get out. "Beg me to let you out. I want to hear
you begging me." After that he would just point to it
whenever he wanted me to get in it. Not even say
anything to me, just point at it and expect me to obey
him. Once, he did it when our other friends were
there. He just pointed to the box. I shook my head no.
"Do it or leave. It's my house so either do what I say
or leave. If you stay you have to obey me." I remember
looking around at everyone else. "Not them, just you."
I hesitated so he told me to leave. I said I'd do it.
I said was sorry and I'd obey him. He made me leave
anyway so I didn't talk to him again for weeks. He
never asked me to get in the box again. I once asked
him if I could get in it. He said no.

Time passed and we got older and I guess hornier. One
night he asked me to sleep over. Of course I wanted
to. We did the usual, hung out at the mall with other
friends and then went back to his house. We went to
bed after a snack. As soon as we got in his room he
leaned back against the door and looked at the box.
With a nod of his head he told me he wanted me to get
inside it. My dick immediately got hard. Without
saying a word I moved toward it. He said only one
word, just one word, "naked". I took off my clothes
totally embarrassed by my erection and got inside. It
was harder because I was bigger now. Once he closed
the lid it was really tight in there. I stayed in
there for what seemed like a long time before he asked
me; "If I let you out will you do what I say?" I said
yes knowing what I wanted and silently hoping he'd
tell me to suck his dick. Instead he made me untie his
sneakers with my teeth and then pull off his socks
with my teeth too. He rubbed his feet across my face.
"Your dick is hard. You like this don't you?" I nodded
yes so he did it more. That was the first night we'd
slept in the same bed. I wanted him to touch me so
bad, but he didn't. I was naked and he wasn't so it
never dawned on me to touch him. I guess we were still
too young.

I was tied to his bed the first time I watched him
jerk off. I'd been tied to it naked while watching
television with him. The news came on and I guess he
got bored. He stood and slowly undressed while I
watched. We both watched my dick get hard just looking
at him. He stood there lightly stroking his fingers up
and down his dick. I was so horny I humped the air. I
wanted to touch him, to suck him so bad! He stared
down at me intensely knowing what I wanted. He stood
next to the bed. He was so close I could smell him but
I couldn't reach him the way I was tied. I didn't want
to ask him. I was sure he knew. If he wanted me to
suck him all he'd have to do is put it to my mouth. I
was afraid to ask in case he said no. He shot across
my chest. A little of his cum landed on my cheek. It
felt so good to have his cum on me. He jumped over me
into the bed and went to sleep beside me. I was too
horny to fall asleep and all I thought about all night
was him.

The night in the tent.... I didn't want to drink his
piss. I wanted to suck him off. By then I knew him
well enough to know that he meant what he said. He
wanted me to drink his piss and if I didn't do it he
wouldn't have done anything else with me. He'd have
gone to sleep leaving me lonely and horny. So I drank
it and he rewarded me with cumming in my mouth. I
looked forward to sucking him off at every opportunity
after that.

One day we were shooting hoops, one on one, when a
couple of guys we knew from school hung close by to
watch. By this time people were catching on that we
were gay. It was kind of unspoken, but they knew. We
asked them if they wanted to play but they said no. We
were pretty evenly matched. They were encouraging the
competition between us and it made us both play
better. One of them suggested, "Loser kisses winner's
ass.", as the bet. Another yelled, "Loser kisses all
our asses." Steven and I just grinned at each other
and really went at it. It's probably the best game I
ever played. I was two points ahead when we tripped
over each other and landed together on the floor. He
looked me in the eye and said dead seriously, "Lose."
It was all he said before getting up and resuming the
game. I lost. I don't know why. Maybe he just psyched
me out. I don't think I lost on purpose. Not
consciously, anyway.

He made me follow him behind the building with the
other guys in tow. Behind the building he told me to
get on my knees. I started to protest but his look
told me I would regret it if I did. I dropped to my
knees and he slowly pulled down his pants. I could see
his semi outlined in the pouch of his jock. He turned
around with his ass in my face. "Spread them and
lick." I hesitated. I moved in slow. I licked his
crack. I probed deeper with my tongue. I used my hands
to expose his hole and licked right across his bud. I
forgot the other guys were watching until I heard
their whispered comments.

Stepping away from me Steven told them, "If you want
him to lick your ass I'll make him do it, but the deal
is you say nothing to anyone. If you talk, I will beat
the living shit out of you and that's a promise.
Deal?" The first guy stepped up and Steven made me
lick his ass out. I loved doing it especially to
Steven but the reality of this really got to me. I did
it, and I liked it, but I certainly didn't want to
admit it. I did the other two guys also. I just bathed
their assholes with my tongue like I was told making
believe I hated it and was only doing it to satisfy
the bet.

When I was done licking them out Steven looked down at
me and pulled his cock out. "Suck it." I was
embarrassed. I wanted to regain some of my pride. I
wanted to show the other guys I was.... I was.... was
what? That I was anything other than what they
probably thought I was.

I looked Steven in the eye and said, "Fuck you! That
wasn't part of the bet." I could see the hurt flash
across his eyes before he shrugged, said nothing, put
his dick in back his pants, and walk away. I didn't
talk to him again for months. I missed him. I so
desperately wanted to be friends with him again but my
pride wouldn't let me. He tried to be friends acting
like nothing happened and I got all pissy with him. I
played the drama bitch perfectly. I didn't let him
near me until my grandmother died. He came over my
house and just sat next to me. Didn't say anything, he
just sat there. It was good. I asked him to stay the
night and he did, but he never asked me to suck his
dick again. I moved toward him once but he stopped me.

Cliff was sucking him and John off after school. They
weren't going out with each other or anything. Cliff
was willing to suck cock and they were willing to let
him suck theirs. I started getting him to blow me too.
It didn't seem to bother Steven and I wanted him to be
bothered so I started going out and hanging out with
Jimmy. He was good company, a good friend, but there
was no real spark. The sex between us was mediocre at
best. It was better than nothing, but not much. Steven
hung out more and more with John and Cliff.

Jimmy and I bunked together at college. Steven bunked
and hung out with a couple of guys on the next floor.
Once I hit college I became a real slut. I was doing
just about anyone who'd let me, or at least it seemed
like that. It was great for the first year but it
didn't take long until Jimmy was fed up and no one was
really sticking around after the sex anymore. One
night I was alone in my room and Steven walked in,
"Let's go."

"Where?"

`To shoot a couple of games of pool." He winked as he
said it. I jumped at the chance. We had a great time
that night. It was like old times. We shot a few games
and hung around drinking a couple of beers. He walked
me back to my room.

I felt shy and awkward. I leaned against the doorframe
biting my lip. "Want to come in?" I was lonely and I
really wanted the company.

"Not tonight. Come directly to my room after classes
tomorrow." It wasn't a question.

When I got to his room he was working at his desk. He
barely looked up. "Do your homework. When we're done
we'll go out, but not before." I sat on the floor and
did my homework. It became our new routine. My grades
went up, my pool game improved, and I gradually
outgrew my slut reputation. Steven and I slowly
reestablished our friendship and bunked together the
next year. We shot pool almost every night. He hardly
ever won but was very patient about letting me shoot
and also about me accepting challenges from other
players. I was ranked number one and there was no
shortage of challengers. One night it was pouring rain
out and we were shooting pool by ourselves. I looked
at him. Taking a deep breath, putting a big smile on
my face as if I was joking I asked, "Interested in a
bet to make it interesting?"

Without looking up from his shot he asked, "What do
you have in mind?"

"Loser blows." I held my breath waiting for his
reaction.

He stood and looked me directly in the eyes. He looked
at me a long time before answering, "Winner blows."

Relieved I smiled as I said, "That's not fair."

"Yes it is!" His smile matched mine. Now he had a good
reason to play.

One morning a few months later we were playing tennis.
After losing the first game I suggested, "Pool rules?
Winner blows?"

"Loser blows." There was no question in his voice. He
beat me confidently.

I was blowing him fairly often but always attached to
some bet or game. I guess it was safer that way.
Basketball was a game we were pretty closely matched
in. We were one up and as we played the third and
deciding game he called the bet, "You win you blow.
You lose I beat your ass red." I stopped dead in my
tracks. He had my full attention. I felt my cock stir
beneath my jock. It confused and scared the crap out
of me.

"No way, it leaves me in a lose/lose situation. You
get the prize either way."

"Bullshit! It leaves you in a win/win situation and we
both know it." His stare was unwavering. He didn't
flinch.

FUCK! FUCK!! Damn him! It was like he could see right
through me. How the fuck could I just let him spank my
ass? What did that make me? What would he think of me
after he did it? As I threw the ball at him I said,
"Fuck you!" and I walked away.

I didn't go back to our room for several days. When I
walked in he was laying on his bed reading. "Where the
fuck were you?" I could hear the exhaustion in his
voice.

"You don't want to know." I'm sure he could hear the
shame in mine.

"Who were you with?" He waited patiently but I didn't
answer him. "Who weren't you with?" That was the more
appropriate question.

I looked him in the eye, "You." I honestly felt like
this was entirely his fault and I wanted to hurt him.

He threw the book across the room. "You fucking drive
me nuts! So what now? What the fuck do we do now?"

"I don't know." I slid down the wall and sat on the
floor looking at the carpet.

The sex between us stopped. We gradually put the
friendship back together yet again but we both moved
cautiously. We started hanging out in groups and
hitting the bars. One night I met a guy and went home
with him. It was all right. Steven never said anything
about it so neither did I. It happened more often. He
started doing the same thing but neither one of us
found our Mr. Right.

I landed a great job just before graduating. I was
earning great money right out of the gate, moved back
home, saved like crazy, and bought a house within two
years. I got into the independence of living alone. I
liked coming and going without answering to anyone. I
liked being able to bring guys home whenever I wanted
to. Steven was also doing really well and bought a
house not very far from mine. It was a good starter
neighborhood, solid but not unaffordable. We helped
each other fix up both houses. They both came out
really nice. It was so good to be working together.

One day I'd really worked my ass off laying the tile
in his bathroom. It was a bitch of a job but it turned
out really nice. After I showered I was laying on the
floor naked and wet joking around about how much I
loved it! I started humping it like I was making love
to it. We were both laughing our asses off. I rolled
onto my back and my hard on clearly showed that I was
really horny. He reached down and grabbed my dick. I
didn't resist and even moaned slightly at his touch.
He pulled harder, I moaned louder. He squeezed my
balls and I rolled my head and gently pulled away from
him causing more tension between us. He got down and
he blew me for the first time. It was awesome, for me
anyway!

We settled into a friendship with perks thinking it
was all we could have but it was never enough for
either one of us. Coming out as gay was easy compared
to coming out as a gay/bottom/submissive/masochist.
That night in the pool hall when I got "found out" was
such a fucking relief. It felt like the weight of the
world was lifted off my shoulders and I didn't have to
hide anymore. Then when Steven finally owned up to
being a sadistic Dom it finally seemed to all come
together. If I only knew back then what I knew now we
could have saved ourselves a lot of lonely and
unfulfilled time. I wonder if he's figured all this
too. I wonder if it was as hard for him to admit to
himself that he's a sadist as it was for me to admit
to being a masochist. Maybe it was harder......

Steven woke up at one end of the sofa while Michael
was at the other end reading. He watched Michael who
was unaware that he had awakened. They were both naked
and Steven compared. Michael was a bit bigger, a bit
hairier, and a little bit more built. He was better
endowed, but Steven was far better than average and
very satisfied with his body and his jewels. Feeling
very self-confident, Steven rolled over and as he did
landed a solid kick to Michael's balls. Michael let
out a loud grunt with the sudden impact and pain.

Acting like he just woke up and didn't realize what
he'd done, "Oh sorry, Man. What time is it anyway?" He
held his gaze steady and firm.

Michael didn't want to appear like a wimp but was
definitely experiencing the discomfort of unexpectedly
having his balls kicked up into his body. He bucked up
to take it, but looked at Steven just as firmly, "That
better have been an accident." He waited for a reply
not realizing that Steven is a master at patiently
letting the tension hang in the air. Finally he
answered, "It's about 5:00."

Steven smiled, "Time for me to fuck with him some
more."

"Think you can match me?" Michael asked arrogantly.

"Match you? I've passed you. Anyone can tie someone up
and beat the crap out of him. It takes a real master
to fuck with his heart, mind, body, and soul all at
the same time. I'm raiding your kitchen and borrowing
your whore. You can watch a real master work." Steven
moved with the stealth and lightening speed of an
athlete to get out of the way of Michael's quick kick.
He didn't slow or even look back as he continued out
of the room talking as he went, "That better have been
an accident." The mocking laughter came through in his
voice.

Grabbing one of those chocolate breakfast drinks and a
banana, Steven filled the bartender from the club in
on what he wanted him to do. Being familiar with the
scene he understood and had no problem going along
with Steven's instructions. Entering the dungeon,
Steven hung back as the bartender played his role.

He opened the trap door noisily enough that it could
be heard. He could sense the sudden anxiety of the
poor boy in the hole. He felt bad for him and jealous
of him at the same time. He said nothing, but he
touched and prodded. He could feel the heart rate
speeding up, hear the breathing increase in speed and
intensity, the instant tension in the muscles as he
touched and pressed.

The sound from across the room really made him jump
just as Steven knew it would before he'd purposely
made it. A moan of fear escaped its lips. The
bartender really felt sorry for it and looked back at
Steven to make sure he wanted him to continue.
Steven's evil grin and slight nod told him to go
ahead. He let his hands roam until they found its
genitals. He pressed hard to make sure that even
through all of the bonds it would know that the target
had been found. It whimpered. The dread was palpable.
The bartender removed his hand and watched as every
muscle tightened and breath was held in anticipation
of what would come. Nothing did and eventually it
released its breath in a quiet sob.

The whore leaned in close and in a conspiratorial
whisper told him, "Be quiet. Ssshhhh. If you make
noise they might come back in. You don't want that;
trust me. I'm going to give you something to drink
before they come back. I've been in your place and I
know what it's like. I'll try to help you if I can. I
promise. Here drink this real slow. It's cold so just
sip it."

I was so scared. I thought for sure that my balls were
going to get pounded again. I can't recognize the
voice talking to me. He said I can trust him but who
knows. I very slowly drink from the straw he put in my
mouth not knowing what to expect. It is cold and
smooth and tastes wonderful. It must be one of those
chocolate flavored breakfast drinks. It's so soothing
to my parched throat. "Drink slow, baby, you don't
want to choke. That's it real slow. You must be
starving. I don't think it's right that they're not
feeding you and at least giving you water. Hell, even
a dog deserves to be treated better than that. They
never treated me like that. You just keep drinking
baby. I'll make sure you're okay." His voice is so
soothing, just like the drink. It feels so good to
hear someone talking, especially someone so nice.

"Here, take a small bite of this. It's a banana. It
will be real easy for you to chew. Be careful baby.
Take very small bites and chew it carefully. That's
it. You've got to eat something for Goodness sakes.
They've sure as hell been eating and drinking and
every other damned thing you can think of. I mean
enough is enough. We boys gotta stick together and
watch out for each other you know. Lord knows I've
spent enough time in that box myself, but never bound
the way you are. It's downright inhuman if you ask
me."

I eat the banana gratefully. It helps so much that he
understands what I'm going through. The banana and the
breakfast drink taste like a gourmet meal after going
so long without eating. I didn't realize how hungry I
was until I started eating. I must be in here longer
than I realized. I need to talk to somebody. I need to
get a sense of what time it is. I whisper quietly,
"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"It's okay baby. Someone's gotta help you."

"What time is it? Is it morning yet?"

The bartender looks at Steven before answering and
Steven's nod tells him to stick to the plan. "Morning?
Oh baby, it's way past morning. You poor thing, you
have no idea do you?"

My heart sinks. I thought I'd be let out in the
morning. Now who knows how much longer they'll keep me
in here. The nice man gently strokes my face. "It's
okay baby. You'll be okay." I feel better with him
comforting me. He's so gentle and kind. I knew I could
trust him. I nuzzle my face into his hand because it
feels so good and I want him to know how grateful I
am. Even his voice is soothing "I know, baby I know.
It's tough. I know. Trust me baby, the first day is
always the hardest." My anxiety level jumps
tremendously! The first day! What the fuck does that
mean? They can't keep me in here for more than a day.

I stupidly try to get out of my bonds but I can't move
at all. I try to tell him that I can't do this but as
soon as I start to talk his hand goes over my mouth.
"Be still, don't make noise. Oh baby please be still.
I'll get in so much fucking trouble if they know I
talked to you. I wasn't supposed to even open the box.
I was just supposed to sit here and listen to make
sure you're okay. I tried to help you please don't get
me in any trouble. Please! I'm begging you." I don't
want to get him in trouble so I stop to think for a
minute. The fucking lid closes again and I hear the
carpet being pulled back over. I can hear his
footsteps as he quickly leaves the room. Oh fuck!!!
What do I do now?

Steven and the whore go back up to the living room.
Michael looks at them and nods his approval. "Well
done gentlemen. Well done. Look, he's doing the head
wag thing again."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm
fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm
fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm
fine, I'm fine..." I keep repeating this to myself over
and over in my effort to be calm. It takes a while but
it starts to work and I can feel myself relaxing. I
make it more complicated, "I'm fine. I can do this.
I'm fine. I can do this. I'm fine. I can do this. I'm
fine. I can do this. I'm fine. I can do this. I'm
fine. I can do this. I'm fine. I can do this. I'm
fine. I can do this. I'm fine. I can do this..." This is
definitely working. "I'm fine. I can do this. Steven
would never let anything happen to me. I'm fine. I can
do this. Steven would never let anything happen to me.
I'm fine. I can do this. Steven would never let
anything happen to me. I'm fine. I can do this. Steven
would never let anything happen to me. I'm fine. I can
do this. Steven would never let anything happen to me.
I'm fine. I can do this. Steven would never let
anything happen to me."

Where the fuck is Steven any way? That thought shifts
me from panic to anger in a single heartbeat! If it's
well past morning then where the fuck is he and what
the fuck is he doing? Does he even know what the hell
is going on with me? How the fuck does he know if I'm
okay or not? When I get the hell out of here I'm going
to... going to.... what? What am I going to do? Tell him
to go fuck himself? That's what I usually do. Then
what? Then go back to being bored and lonely without
him. Fuck!

Okay, so, don't do what I usually do. Keep him off
balance and fuck with his head like he fucks with
mine. I'll be all goodness and gratitude. I'll be so
fucking sweet to him he won't know what the fuck is
going on. I'll kill him with kindness as the saying
goes. That'll teach him! He'll learn his lesson.

Being happy and content with my plan I just piss
myself. It's like a little reward for staying calm and
being mature and rational. I think I deserve a treat
after what I've been through, so why not. Why should I
try to hold it? It's easier to just let it rip so let
it rip I do.

I take a deep breath and relax. I do my relaxation
exercises in my head. I think happy thoughts and go to
my happy place in my head. I find my safe space and
settle into it. My mind wanders, it floats, it drifts.
I chuckle out loud at some of the things I think of. I
feel my dick swelling as I fantasize and going flaccid
when I think of other things. I marvel at how my cock
has more freedom to move more than I do. I drift off
to sleep and then jerk awake thinking about what
happened last time I fell asleep and the warning I got
about falling asleep again. Just for a minute.... I'll
sleep for just a minute...

Michael is the first to notice, "It's wakie, wakie
time again!" Steven looks at the screen and can tell
Michael is right.

"Let's let him sleep awhile. I'll make you a deal.
I'll make us a big breakfast and you can wake him up
after that. It will give us a chance to take a break
too." Michael accepts. They use the time together to
unwind. Steven makes a huge breakfast and they eat
chatting about the weather, sports, current events,
and anything else that comes to mind. The bartender
tries to participate but he's outclassed by their
knowledge and intelligence. Steven thinks to himself
how lucky he is to have a sub whose not only good
looking but also, intelligent, well educated, and not
only employed but doing really well in his career. He
admits to himself that most men pale by comparison to
his man and that he finds most of them to be pretty
boring. His man is a lot of things... frustrating,
infuriating, aggravating, and he's also got to admit
interesting, exciting, funny, adventurous, open
minded, lot's of things, but never boring.

Realizing how much he's missing him Steven gets up
announcing, "I'm ready."

Michael matches his enthusiasm, "Me too! Just let me
grab my scissors, a staple gun and an extension cord."
Steven and the whore boy look at each other and roll
their eyes.

Michael moves very slowly and quietly. He lifts the
trapdoor without making a sound. Pulling out his cock
he takes aim and pisses right in its face to wake it
up. He doesn't even have to be careful cause it's eyes
are covered and protected. He just hoses it down with
piss. It moves its head from side to side but there's
no escaping his stream. He shakes off the last few
drops and motions for the next one to take a turn. The
bartender steps right up to take a leak and soaks him
down as well.

Steven steps up and motions to Michael to open its
mouth. Michael simply touches its chin and its mouth
automatically opens. He smiles up at Steven and gives
him the thumbs up. Steven lets his stream aim directly
for its waiting mouth. Most dribbles down its face but
you know some of it had to get swallowed.

Michael finally breaks the silence. "That was your
wake up call. Now that you're awake we can punish you
for falling asleep in the first place."

I can't do anything to protect myself. Shit! How'd I
let myself fall asleep? How could I be so fucking
stupid? I know it won't work but I've got to try, "I'm
sorry! Oh God I'm so sorry. I tried to stay awake. I
just couldn't stay awake anymore."

"Well if you can fall asleep it just means you're too
comfortable. I'll have to fix that." Grabbing a dildo
gag, Michael slides the rubber cock into its mouth.
Extending the straps to the side of the box he staples
them to the walls. "That's better. Much better. Now
try moving your head."

Oh fuck! The dildo extends to just before my throat
and is uncomfortably big around. I can't move my head
from side to side anymore at all. The combination of
the piss and the rubber taste in my mouth are awful.
My head is laying in a puddle of their piss now and my
body is laying in my own so I'm wet everywhere.

The shot to my balls gets my attention but it really
doesn't hurt. I know what's coming though and that's
almost as bad as the pain. Each blow is slightly
harder but not too bad compared to what's been done in
the past. I just deal with it. I can't quite figure
out what's happening. It feels like something is being
dragged down my chest. It sounds like the zipper, but
nothing is getting looser. It must be just the body
bag. I'm afraid to even hope that I'm being let out.

Now what? Another zipper? But nothing is getting any
looser so it can't be. I have no idea what's happening
but I'm getting more nervous as it does.

Michael opened the body bag. Then using the double
zipper on the sleep sack he slid it down until both
zippers were over its genitals. Separating the zippers
he opened the sleep sack only over its jewels.
Carefully with the safety scissors he cut a small
opening in the vet rack and pulled its cock and balls
through it. They bulged through the small opening.
"You pissed yourself you dirty fucking little pig.
You'll pay for that." The small moan of despair was so
fucking hot that Michael, Steven, and even the other
boy rubbed their cocks at the same time. Michael
roughly pulled, twisted and shook its cock and balls
and felt them swelling in his hands. Just the reaction
he wanted.

He fit a ball crusher over its nut sack. It was one of
the good ones that squeezed from all four sides at
once. He slowly tightened it... more... more... and more. He
tightened it until the moans turned to gasps and then
to light sobs. The sound was so sweet. The interesting
part was that all four of them had full erections.
They were all hard.

Michael lubed up the milking tube really well and
slowly slid it over the slave's hard dick. He did it
slowly, teasingly, subtly. It was just barely enough
to distract the slave from its pain and discomfort.
Just enough so he could feel it and want more of it.
When it reached the bottom of his dick Michael
attached the air hose but didn't turn it on yet.

Instead, he put headphones over its ears and turned on
the sounds. It's a wild conglomeration of music and
lyrics talking about slaves, sluts, whores, faggots,
cocksuckers, bottoms, boys, piss drinkers, ass
lickers...and what should be done to them. None of it is
good. It clearly agitates the boy.

Dammit! I can't hear anything else now and I can't
concentrate or focus either. I don't know how long I
can stand this. How do I tell them when I can't? I
can't let myself think about that. I have to trust
them. I have to! Oh shit! This is so bad!

Michael turns on the milking machine. It takes a
couple of seconds to prime itself before it starts the
sucking motion it's made for. He slowly increases the
pressure until he knows that the slave is getting an
awesome mechanical blowjob.

Oh Fuck! That feels so good. I can't fucking believe
it. My cock is exploding in pleasure. It's overriding
everything else I'm feeling. I try to block everything
else out and just concentrate on my dick. I get lost
in the pleasure that's going through me. The whole
world ceases to exist. The only thing that matters is
my dick. I can't see anything and the sound in my ears
is just a loud blur at this point. I can't feel
anything but my cock and what's happening to it. The
feeling is there but I want to feel it harder. It's
slightly too subtle. I desperately want him to turn it
up, to make it go faster and suck harder. I try to
tune out the music so I can concentrate more on my
cock. Oh fuck!! This is awesome!!

My orgasm builds really slowly... very slowly. I can
feel it. I want it so badly. I concentrate hard not to
lose the sensation. I want to come already! I figure
this is the grand finale. The sooner I cum the sooner
it ends and I get out of here. Besides, I'm so fucking
horny I can't stand it anymore. I'm getting close...
closer... so fucking close now....  Aaagghhhh!!!!!!!
Uuuhhmmmmmm!!!!  Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yeah!!!! Fuck yeah!!!!!
It is so fucking intense!!!! I shoot volley after
volley of cum. This is probably the best orgasm of my
whole life!! I can't fucking believe how great it
was!!! These guys are incredible! They really know how
to get me off! It was all worth it to have an orgasm
like this! I can't fucking believe it!

I struggle to catch my breath. The fucking dildo in my
mouth is irritating as all hell. I can't wait until
they take it off. The ball crusher is too fucking
tight. Shit! It hurts so badly! Oh fuck it hurts. I
moan into the gag to try to let them know I've cum
already. They probably don't know! Oh fuck! My dick is
too sensitive after my orgasm to be sucked like this.
It's fucking driving me crazy! STOP!! Oh fuck please
stop. I know I'm crying, they've got to know it too...
Oh Dammit!! They're doing this on purpose. They know
I've cum and they're still not going to stop. Those
bastards! Those mother fucking bastards! OH FUCK!!! I
can't stand this!

Michael looks at Steven playfully, "I'm sorry, who's
the Master?"