Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 04:10:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 26

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 26


Enough time had passed that both Steven and Michael
had had enough of this scene. It was getting boring
for them and there was some real concern for the pig
in the box. They made a lot of noise going down and
were talking loud enough so their voices could be
heard.

I hear them coming. My only thought is hoping that
they let me out. I want out. That's all I can think
about is getting out. I've had enough, more than
enough. At his point I'd do anything to get out. Every
inch of me is sore and hurting. I'm frustrated at not
being able to move for so long. The blindfold is
driving me completely crazy. The dildo in my mouth is
making my jaw ache and my lips raw. Man, I hope they
let me out!

They open the lid loudly. It seems an eternity of
waiting before they take the gag off. I move my mouth
and my head desperately. It just makes me more
restless and desperate to move. I try my best to
control myself and not say anything until I'm supposed
to.

"Are you ready to get out?" Steven asks with a real
gentleness in his voice.

"Yes, please...." My throat is dry and sore and I do
little more than croak it out. My voice feels weak and
distant to me. "Please."

"What have you learned from this?" he asks just as
gently.

My mind is blank. I can't think of anything to say in
answer to his question so I say the only thought that
comes to my mind. "I love you." I know it's not an
answer to his question but it's all I can think of to
say.

Steven is stunned. It's not what he was expecting at
all. "I love you too. Lets get you out of here, but we
have to go slow."

Together, he and Michael lift him out of the box and
carry him outside into the yard. They take him out of
the body bag and let him sip on a drink. They unbuckle
the straps on the sleep sack and open the zippers.
They slowly lift him from the bag and lay him back on
the ground. Using safety scissors they start at his
feet and cut right up the center of the vet wrap
slowly and carefully. They pause as he shivers as the
fresh air hits his skin. They go slow and don't let
him move as they pull the vet wrap apart. "Just lay
still. Don't move around yet. Let your blood pressure
come back up." I follow their directions.

"You fucken stink, man. Whew!" I'm embarrassed, but
fuck it. They did this to me. "Move around a little
bit." I move my head and get a little light headed. I
move my arms and legs and they feel heavy, clumsy, and
stiff. I feel so weak and uncoordinated and tell them
so. "Don't worry about it. You'll get all the feeling
back." Steven looks at Michael who reassures him that
he's right. "Just keep moving around."

Steven watches him closely to be sure he's okay. The
stink is strong and distracting. His skin is all
wrinkled, mottled, and bruised. He looks terrible.
Steven has a lump in the pit of his stomach while
Michael has a lump swelling in his pants. It does not
go unnoticed by Steven.

They both help him sit up slowly. "Please can you take
the blindfold off? Please." I know I shouldn't ask but
it's driving me crazy.

"Not yet." It's too bright out here." Michael answers.
"Are you ready to stand?"

"I think so but I'm a mess. I'm sorry. I tried but I
couldn't control it. Please don't be mad at me."

"We're not mad but we will get even." Michael can't
resist teasing and taunting. They pull him slowly to
his feet and support him to steady him until he's
steady enough to stand on his own. They lead him over
to the hose and hose him off. As the color comes back
to his skin the bruising is even more evident.

The water feels great cascading down my body. It feels
so cool and refreshing. I can feel the strength coming
back into me. The water hurts when it hits certain
spots and I definitely feel sore and bruised, but it
feels so incredibly good to be moving again. I open my
mouth and let the water in flushing it out. I drink
some of it to satisfy my thirst. I didn't think I'd
ever feel this well again. I stay under the spray of
the hose loving how it feels.

They finally stop and lead me back inside the
basement. I feel weak and clumsy as I'm walking and I
can't stop shaking. Steven pulls me tightly against
him as he continues to move me along into the
basement. I push back against him and the emotions
push up to the surface. "Please, oh please, I can't go
back in there, please! Oh God I'll do anything but
please don't make me get back in there."

Steven holds me tighter but Michael answers, "We
won't. Not now anyway. But any time you fuck up we
will." I cringe at his words. Even the thought of it
is more than I can handle right now. A shudder runs
through my body.

Steven clutches me tighter and whispers in my ear,
"ssshhhhh... relax. I've got you. We're going home soon.
You're done for today. No more today." I relax into
him as he leads me the rest of the way in and over to
a table. I sit quiet and still.

Michael tells me, "Close your eyes. Keep them closed
tight." He slowly unwraps them. "Keep them closed
until I tell you to open them." I fight the urge to
open them as the bandages come off and wait for his
instructions. "I'm going to dim the lights. When I do,
you can open your eyes." Steven holds me tight as
Michael moves away. "Okay. Open them." I blink them
open slowly. It's hard to keep them open even though
there is very little light in the room. It's so good
to see again. Michael hands me dark glasses and tells
me to put them on and keep them on. He turns up the
lights and I squint even behind the glasses.

"Go home. I'm done with you." In an uncharacteristic
motion he kisses me on the forehead and ruffles my
hair. He winks at Steven as he leaves us alone.

My stomach tightens in the car as I realize that
Steven is heading toward my house. FUCK! I just took
it for granted that I was going to continue staying
with him at his house. What the fuck did I do wrong? I
did everything they said. Part of me feels like crying
and part of me feels like knocking his fucking lights
out. I sit quietly looking out the side window. I know
if I look at him I'm either going to cry, or curse him
out. I'm not sure enough which I want to do so I do
nothing.

When he comes to a stop in my driveway I choke on my
emotions. I get out of the car and slam the door. I
throw open the door to my house and slam it behind me.
By the time he comes in I'm sitting on the kitchen
counter crying. I didn't expect him to come in and try
to collect myself. He sits on the counter across from
me and just watches me.

I lash out at him, "What the fuck do you want from me
now?"

He pauses before answering quietly and gently, "I want
to know that you're okay."

"I was." It's so obvious to me that I see no reason to
say more.

"So what happened? Why aren't you okay now?" He's
resonating calmness, which is only pissing me off
more.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do? I do what I think
you want me to do but it's not good enough! I never
get it right! I'm sorry! I did my best and if that's
not good enough I don't know what else to do." I
refuse to cry so I put all of my energy into my anger.

"What makes you think I'm not pleased with you?" I can
see the confusion on his face.

"You dropped me off here. I've been staying at your
house for weeks and now you just drop me off here on
my own and take off. What the fuck am I supposed to
think?" I'm teetering between crying and yelling.

"Okay... First of all I'm right here. I didn't drop you
off and I didn't leave you on your own. In fact, I
didn't leave at all. You got out of the car, slammed
the door, came in here and slammed the door again, but
I'm still right here talking to you."

"Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you take me
back to your house?" I sound desperate and confused.

"Because you have a Jacuzzi and I don't. I figured
you're pretty banged up and sore and it would be good
for you to sit and soak in a hot tub while I run out
and get you something quick to eat before we meet John
for church and dinner."

At first I feel stupid. Then I feel even more
confused. "church?"

"I know you and John always meet for church so I
called him this morning and asked him if it would be
okay if we went tonight and then to dinner. If it's
okay I'd like to join you."

"It's still Sunday?"

I see his small smile, "yeah."

"hhhmmmm....... I thought it was like Monday or Tuesday."

"Nope. It's Sunday afternoon." His amusement is
obvious and it lightens my mood. I realize I may not
be thinking real clearly yet.

"Why do you want to come with us? You're Jewish."

"Yeah, but I'm in love with you and you're not Jewish.
I figure if you can spend twelve to fifteen hours in a
box for me I can spend an hour in a church for you."

"Sounds fair." I say dripping with sarcasm as I smile
at him.

"Go take a bath. I'll be right back with some food."

I sit in the sudsy bath repeating his words in my head
over and over again. He's, "in love" with me. "In
love." How fucking cool is that?

I jump at the sound of his voice when he enters the
bathroom. "What are you smiling about?"

My grin is evil and wicked, "You said you're in love
with me."

"Yeah, so what of it?" He sits on the side of the tub.

Sometimes in life you just got to say fuck it... In one
easy motion I pull him into the tub with me, roll on
top of him, and cover him in kisses. I find his mouth
and invade it with my tongue. My hand goes to his
crotch and I find his dick is already getting hard.
The sudsy water allows us to slide against each other
and lets my hands slide across his hard chest. I reach
under his shirt and pull it up so my body can be
against his. He tries to flip me under him so he's on
top but I don't let him. He wraps his arms around me
and holds me tight. I open my mouth for his and allow
him to stake his claim and surrender to him. I curl
into him as we continue to make out.

He strokes my dick gently and slowly. I open his
soaking pants, slip my hand inside, and return the
favor. We both slowly and lazily drift toward orgasm.
I cum without asking his permission. I just let it
happen. I continue stroking his cock until he cums
also. He pulls me tighter into him and we just lie in
the warm swirling water together.

He breaks the silence. "Are you okay? You're really
bruised a lot."

"I'm okay. I am really sore though." I'm being honest
without any drama.

"Why didn't you use your safe word sooner?" There's
confusion but no anger.

I really had to think about it. "I didn't want to for
a bunch of reasons. For one, this time I really did
deserve it. It was time to pay up for all the times
I've fucked us up. I was mad at myself for not
realizing that it's you I've wanted my whole life."
His hold tightens around me. "Also, I get off on it. I
don't know why but I do. I hate it, I fear it, I dread
it, but I get off on it." I blush as I say it and
can't believe I can still be embarrassed after
everything that's happened. "Besides, Michael said
you'd be thrown out of the club if I used my safe word
and I love you too much to let that happen. I won't
ever embarrass you like that."

He sighs deeply, "Silly boy, that's just bullshit.
You're a slave. I'm not. Michael has no control over
me and he has no power over me. Don't ever think he
does. You also have to be careful with him. He's more
sadistic than I am. Michael is into real edge play. I
hold him back with you and I want you to hold him back
also. Don't let him push you over the edge." He holds
me as I let that sink in. "I kicked him in the balls
for you."

I jump up in surprise, "You didn't!"

"Fuck yeah I did. He deserved it for what he did to
you." He was obviously so proud of himself. I was
surprised that my cock twitched at the thought of
Michael getting a kick to his manhood. He continued,
"Seriously, I'm concerned that this is going too far.
You're a mess. You're covered in bruises and welts.
There's some swelling and skin irritations. Even your
cock is all puffy and red. It looks deformed."

I had looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised
by how banged up I am. "I'm okay, honestly. I would
tell you if I wasn't. I don't want to use my safe
word. It ruins it for me."

"Why? I don't understand."

"You don't understand because you're a Dom and I'm a
sub. I don't want the responsibility or the control. I
get off on the submission and the surrender. I get off
on giving myself away to be used. When I use my safe
word I feel like a failure. I feel inadequate and
incomplete. I just can't explain it."

"That leaves me with the responsibility of keeping you
safe."

"Yeah, so what's your point? You have your place in
this relationship, and I have mine. Both positions
come with assets and liabilities, advantages and
disadvantages." I stand up to make my point. Showing
him my bruises I ask, "Do you want to switch places?"

"Fuck no!! I love my job" He pulls me back down next
to him. "I don't want you damaged, is all. Promise me
you'll use your safe word when you need to, especially
with him. To be honest I don't want you to use it with
me unless you really have to but I don't push you as
hard as he does so you shouldn't have to anyway."

"I promise. I love you."

"Are you in love with me?" It's the first time I've
heard any insecurity in his voice.

"I've been in love with you since we were five years
old and you took my toys away from me in the sandbox
and made me sit in the corner and watch you play."
I've never let him live that down and it's a private
joke between us. We've been friends ever since that
day.

"You know this weekend wasn't just rough on you. It
was rough on me too." He flashes his big puppy dog
eyes at me.

"Yeah. You have my sympathies." I say as sarcastically
as possible but realize it was difficult and stressful
for him too. We hang in the bath until the water
cools, and then dress, eat, and meet John. We bring
him up to speed during dinner. We eat at my favorite
steak house and I really chow down. We call it an
early night and head home.

I wake up several times with nightmares about being in
the box and Steven holds me tight. He assures me
they're normal after what I went through and they'll
stop in a couple of days. I'm pretty sure he's right.

I wake up stiff and sore. I lie there waiting for
Steven to wake up. His eyes open and the question
rolls right out, "You okay?" I tell him I am but wince
as I move toward him. "Listen; don't fuck up so we can
go easy on you this week." He smiles as he says it.
"You'd better get moving. Skip the gym this morning
and we'll decide later what we're doing tonight."

It takes me a while to get moving. I really feel it as
I kneel down on all fours and wince as I lift my leg
to pee against the tree. My arms ache as I shave and
brush my teeth. I feel every bruise as I shower. I
kneel naked before him on the kitchen floor. He
inspects my bruises and welts. "Hurting?"

"Yes, Sir. A bit. Do you have any aspirin?"

He raises his eyebrows, "No. Not for you. You're not
going to medicate the pain away. You play, you pay.
This way you'll learn to pay closer attention to your
limits. Sit at the table to eat." As always, breakfast
is great. He sends me upstairs to get ready instead of
helping him clean up. Even getting dressed is an
effort and I'm uncomfortable as hell in a suit and
tie. I go down to the kitchen again. "You're looking
good anyway. Tough it out today. Make me proud of
you."

I do tough it out all day. No one even suspects
there's anything off with me but I'm uncomfortable as
hell and feel brain dead. My boss is out of town and I
cover for him as needed. I get home before Steven as
usual and clean things up. I listen for his car and
make sure I'm in my corner when he comes in. He comes
right to me and kisses me hello. "You're a good boy.
I'm so proud of you." Dinner will be in a little
while. He leaves me there and goes upstairs to change.
I hold my position. He comes down and goes into the
kitchen to cook and I continue to hold my position,
though I'm uncomfortable as hell. I fight nodding off
even though I'm on my knees and catch myself swaying.
I'm so relieved when he calls me into eat and he
allows me sit at the table with him again. Dinner is
delicious and the conversation is light and easy. He
leaves me to clean up and I go directly to my corner
afterward. I stay there quietly as he watches some
television.

Finally, "Come suck me off." I turn to see him lying
naked on the sofa with a raging hard on. He swings his
legs down to the floor as I crawl to him. I worship
his entire crotch from his ass crack up to his ball
sack, his balls, his dick, and all around his jewels.
I worship him. I take him all the way down my throat
fighting my gag reflex so he can have the best blowjob
possible. He moans deep and guttural as he spews his
cum into my mouth and I joyfully swallow it all. I
stay on my knees before him.

"You're being very good tonight."

"Thank you, Sir." I'm so glad he noticed and feel good
that he told me.

"Why?" I'm shocked by his question. Before I have a
chance to answer he continues, "Are you afraid of me?"

"I am. Partly I'm afraid of what you might do to me. I
mean I fucking hate some of it. But it's more that I
want to please you. I really do. I know that means
that I'm going to suffer because that's what does
please you but that's different than being punished
for displeasing you."

"So, anything I want right, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Obedience?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Respect?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Submission?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you're willing to suffer for it? Pain?
Humiliation? Embarrassment? You're willing to be
degraded and treated like the low life scumbag that
you are?"

"Yes, Master." He wipes his foot across my face so I
stick my tongue out for him to let him wipe it across
my mouth. His look is intense.

"For me? For the rest of your life?"

"Yeah. For the rest of my life."

He pushes his hands through my hair and grabs a
handful painfully with each hand. He looks me sternly
in the eyes, "Don't fuck it up! Don't! I won't let you
fuck it up this time do you understand me? I will beat
you mercilessly and lock you in a fucking box if you
fuck it up." I nod as he gathers me into his arms.

"Go upstairs and lay down on the bed on your back." I
obey and he follows shortly. Reaching over me he opens
the drawer and pulls out the chastity device. My heart
sinks but I say nothing as he locks it on. "I love
your playfulness, but it has a price. That little
stunt you pulled yesterday by pulling me into the tub
and cumming without permission just got you a week.
Want to try for more?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." The truth is I'm sorry it
got me a week in the CBC2000 but I'm really not sorry
I did it and deep inside he knows that too.

"It's so good to be me and it sucks to be you. Nite
nite." His smile is wicked as he settles into sleep. I
awaken soaking wet and shaking when the first
nightmare hits me. He rolls me onto my stomach and
climbs on top. Hr traps me under him and pins my arms
by wrapping his around me. I can barely move under his
full weight. I'm still sore and the pain flows through
me. Feeling safe I fall into a deep sleep, until the
next nightmare hits me. He covers me again. "What's
the fear? What's scaring you?" He gives me lots of
time to think. He repeats the question.

I try to remember the nightmare. I try to pull it
back. I replay it in my head. "That you're not there.
In my nightmare you're not there. There's no one who
cares." I almost sob it out.

"I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." Steven is
thrilled. He's got him right where he wants him.

"I always fuck it up. I always drive you away. What if
I do it again?"

"You can't. You're not in control anymore. I am and
I'm not going to let you ruin it. You fuck up and the
punishment will be quick and severe. You try to pull
away and I'll chain you to the fucking wall and keep
you there. You try to push me away and I'll beat you
until you're begging me to take you back. I'll put you
in that fucking box until you realize that I'm the
only one waiting for you and the only one who's going
to take care of you."

I think about what he said under the weight of him. He
gets heavier as he falls asleep again. I don't wake up
again until he awakens me in the morning. I'm still
moving slow because I'm sore and stiff but definitely
feeling better than yesterday. The day passes slowly
and I'm exhausted by the time I get home. I clean up
quickly and lie naked on the floor by my corner
waiting for him to get home. I wake up to find him
watching television and realize he's watching the
11:00 o'clock news. I'm shocked by how late it is. I
pull myself up to a kneeling position in my corner.

"Any nightmares?" He asks. I tell there weren't.
"Good. Now I can be your worst nightmare again. Go
pee. I'll fix you something to eat in the kitchen."

I go outside to piss as usual. I crawl into the
kitchen and kneel before him. I watch him fixing me
something to eat in a dog's bowl and feel the
humiliation of knowing I'm going to have to eat out of
it. After it's fixed he holds it under my nose. "You
know what's coming, right?"

"Yes, Sir." It doesn't take Einstein to figure this
one out. I'm obviously eating doggie style tonight.

"No you don't." He lets the confusion settle in before
he dumps the bowl on the floor. He just let the food
plop onto the floor. His stare is intense as he
watched my humiliation sink lower. Without saying
anything he slowly pulls his cock out of the top of
his sweat pants. He doesn't takes his eyes off of me
as he slowly lets his piss drip onto my food. He
pisses it out in slow little squirts until my food is
covered is his piss and it's pooling around my food.
Finished, he sits down on a chair in front of me to
watch. Grabbing a cookie out of the jar he takes a
bite. "Enjoy your dinner." His smile is evil and his
cock is rock hard as I bend over to eat my piss soaked
dinner off the floor. My humiliation is deep as he
puts me back in my place after two days of relative
freedom and equality. The food is cold and the piss is
hot. He adds to my humiliation, "Oh yeah. It's so good
to be me and it sucks to be you." He slowly jerks his
cock as he watches me eat my food and lick up his
piss. As I'm nearing the end he stands up and shoots
his load into the mess I'm eating. He continues
watching until I'm done licking everything up.

He drops a wet cloth on the floor and I use it to wash
the floor where the food had been. He chuckles out
loud. "That was actually for you to wipe your face."
He let's that hang there until I get his point and use
the same cloth to wipe my face that I just used to
wipe the floor.

"Go kneel I your corner." I obey him and take my
position in the corner. He sets an alarm clock behind
me so I can't see it. "Kneel there until that goes off
and then you can come to bed." He goes up the stairs
and I kneel there alone. I have no idea how long he
set the alarm clock for. I'm bored and miserable. I'm
tired and uncomfortable. It seems like forever. I
fight the temptation but finally give in and turn
around to see what time it is and if I can see how
long it's set for. FUCK! He has it facing backwards so
I can't see it and realize that I just fell into a
trap. Sure as hell he's going to ask me if I turned
around. I curse myself for being so stupid.

I endure my corner time and I'm near tears by the time
the alarm clock rings. I quietly slip into bed beside
him. Steven pushes me over onto my stomach and mounts
me from behind. He slides his cock straight up my ass
in one powerful thrust. It's obviously well lubed but
it still hurts like an absolute motherfucker as he
plunges it in full force and I yelp out in pain. His
hands wrap into my too long hair pulling my face to
his mouth and he quietly whispers, "It sucks to be
you." He fucks me hard before I can even fully adjust
to his dick up my ass. He shoots deep inside me. "Get
the fuck out of my bed, I'm done with you." A final
humiliation before bed as I crawl into the guest room
to sleep on the floor alone.