Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 21:29:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 29

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 29

The sun is streaming in the bedroom window and I'm
listening to him breathe. His hair is flopped onto the
pillow and his beard is dark and stubbly. His back is
smooth and tight and his skin is flawless. The mounds
of his ass are perfect and move down to the lightly
covered hair on his thighs. I see the soft fold of his
sac between his legs and his smooth perineum. I move
in close to have contact with him and he instinctively
pulls me into his embrace.

His voice is sleepy and sexy as hell. "Are you okay?"
I snuggle in and purr softly in reply. He pulls me in
tighter and spoons me from behind. I feel his cock and
balls pressing up against me and I push in tighter to
him. "Okay, talk. This is your chance. Total amnesty:
equal time. What's working? What isn't? What do you
want?" His hold is strong and confident and full of
love.

I realize that I feel completely comfortable with him
as well. We're over the hump; we've crossed the line.
I know we've made it together. I answer him secure in
knowing that we can work out anything together. "It's
working. It's all working." His grasp tightens and he
snuggles his lips against my neck.

"But?" It's more an invitation for me to continue than
a question. I turn to face him to continue our
conversation.

"No buts." It's working. I'm content to leave it at
that.

"You're okay with yesterday? I'm not going to hear any
shit about it?"

"No. I'm not going to give you any shit about it. You
wanted it to happen. You liked it. That's good enough
for me." I'm determined not to bitch about it.

"Did you like it?" He presses on.

"What's the difference? You liked it."

"Answer the question. I want to know."

He wants me to answer and I'm not going to lie about
it. "I abso-fucking-lutely hated it."

"You hated it and I'm not going to hear any shit about
it?" He sounds amused.

"Not from me." I smile back.

"Good boy! Keep talking."

"I have some ideas I want to run past you." My voice
betrays my excitement.

"I'm listening." He's never very talkative so it
doesn't throw me at all.

"Okay, here's what I've been thinking. It's time to
sell my house. We don't need two. But I've been
thinking maybe we should sell both houses and buy one
that meets our needs." I stop there to get a reaction.

"What are our needs?" He's definitely interested.

"Well, maybe a basement that we can turn into a
dungeon." His smile is instant. "I was also thinking
we need a third bedroom to use as a guest room."

"We have a guest room now."

I feel the heat rise in my face. "Sometimes you make
me sleep there. I didn't want to just assume that that
would change."

"You sleep in my bed unless you're being punished for
fucking up. In that case you'd be in the dungeon
anyway. We do need a third bedroom to use as an office
unless there's a den. You bring a lot of work home."

"So you like the idea?" I ask all excited.

"Yeah. Craig wants to buy your house. He likes it
better than mine. David wants mine, so that's taken
care of sweet and simple." His smile is wicked. I'm
not surprised that we're on the same wavelength or
that he's already setting up options.

"Okay, then there's this house I looked at. I think
it's perfect. I want you to see it."

"Can we see it today?" I blush again. His knee comes
up gently into my crotch. "What time is our
appointment? He knows me well, very well.

"At 10:00." He rolls his eyes but obviously likes the
idea.

"What else? You said you had ideas. That's plural."

"Yeah. My contract. I want to renegotiate it. I want
to belong to you."

His smile is warm and loving. "That's already been
done." He says nothing more about it so I move on.

I take a deep breath to continue. "Michael".

He tenses right up. "What about him?"

"I want to get even." My smile is wicked but nothing
compared to his.

"Keep talking."

"There's a charity pool match coming up. I think it's
time for a new bet."

"Not to burst your bubble, boy, but he beat you easily
last time. What makes you think you can win this
time?"

"He can only win when he takes the break and chooses a
short game like eight ball. He can run the table
without me getting a chance to shoot. In a longer game
I can take him. I know I can."

"So what's the bet?"

"I win, you fuck him. I know you want to and I want
you to get what you want. He wins; well we let him
have his way with me. No limits. I can take it."

"No. First of all I'm not giving him free reign with
you whether you can take it or not. Second, that won't
do it for him. He already gets most of what he wants
from you. What he wants is to fuck me."

"So it won't work."

"Why not? You win I fuck him. He wins he fucks me.
Just make sure you win!"

"What if I don't?" My question reveals my insecurity.

"Well we both know I've been fucked before. I don't
like it but I'd certainly survive it. Again, I would
strongly suggest you not lose. What I don't understand
is how this evens the score for you?"

"I don't care that he thinks I'm beneath him but I
want him to know that you're not."

"What makes you think he doesn't already know that?"

"Well he doesn't think I'm even good enough to suck
his dick but I'm good enough to be your, well your..." I
struggle to find the right words, "your boy. Why am I
good enough for you but not for him?"

"Well you've got that all fucked up in your head which
is why it doesn't make any sense. Your mine: plain and
simple. So it's very easy for Michael to say he
doesn't want what he can't have. As for sucking his
dick; you've done it many times as well as getting
fucked by him. It's amazing what goes on when you're
blindfolded. In fact, whenever you're blindfolded he's
first in line. Now the real issue is that you think I
don't hold my own in all of this. I'm not beneath
anyone. No one has any control over me. I have to keep
reminding you that you're a sub, I'm not."

There's no anger in his voice and I take a minute to
think about it. "Okay, I'm sorry. I think I've got it
now. So what are we doing about the pool match and the
bet?"

"I actually want him to suck my cock so I can face
fuck him more than I want to butt fuck him so I'll
talk to him about it. I'm sure he'll bite. The way I'm
going to present it will leave him no choice. He'll
lose face if he declines. Now, because you've been so
good and have been thinking things through you have
the day off today. It's equal time until we come back
to bed tonight. Let's get moving. We'll grab a quick
bite to eat on the way to look at the house. Then
we'll meet John as always and have breakfast together.
Then we'll spend the day with your family like we have
planned. Then we'll come home and I'll fuck you
senseless." A slap lands solidly across my ass with
his command to get moving.

I run down the stairs, out to the yard and drop to all
fours and squat to pee. Running back upstairs I find
him laughing. "I said equal time." With another crack
across my ass I join him in the shower.

I can't believe it when we go through the drive
through at the Donut Shop and he orders apple fritters
and iced frappacinos to munch on while we drive to the
house, which is a short drive to just outside the
city. He hardly ever eats junk food and rarely lets
me. The windows are wide open, the radio is blasting,
and we're screaming over the noise and having a great
time!

I see his eyes light up as we pull into the driveway.
We step out of the car and stand side by side in front
of it to look it over. Beaming he looks at me. "How'd
you find this place?"

"Just by chance. I just happened to hire a realtor who
just happened to show me a couple of million houses
and low and behold I happened to find this one."

He moves lightening fast and lands a solid punch to my
upper arm. "Fucken A."

He takes off toward the house and I hustle to keep up
with him while rubbing my sore arm. The realtor is
waiting and takes us on tour. I love the house more
each time I see it and really hope he likes it too.
The realtor is very thorough and he answers all our
questions and then lets us wander around by ourselves
from basement to attic, inside and out.

Leaning against the fireplace Steven asks, "Can we
really afford this?"

"Yeah, it's not a problem." I've figured it out and
between the equity in our two houses and our combined
income it won't be an issue at all.

"Is this what you really want?"

"Only if you do too." I'm really sincere about it. I
don't want to do this unless he wants to also.

"So this is it then. The rest of our lives together,
right?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, Sir!"

We're bouncing off the walls with excitement as we
talk to the realtor and then head back to meet John at
church. We hustle into our seats and our excitement
must be obvious because he quietly asks what's up. I
whisper that we just bought a house and he gives us
the thumbs up and a big smile. We tell him all about
it over brunch.

John has some news of his own and tells us that things
are working out between him and his boyfriend and that
they're going on a vacation together. We're really
happy for him even though his boyfriend's not into the
leather scene at all. John explains that he likes the
scene but it's not a lifestyle for him. We convince
him to come with us to my parent's house for the day.
We all grew up together so everyone knows each other
well.

Everyone is there! My parents, all my brothers, and
their families are there and we all get along great.
We tell them about the house and they're all excited
about it too. My mother loves Steven and is thrilled
I'm so happy with him. I'm the youngest and my mother
worried a lot about me. I guess with good reason. My
dad kisses me on the forehead and tells me I'm a good
boy. He's said that to me since I was a little kid and
I love it. He always seemed to understand that my road
was different and supported me through it all. There
was never any disapproval from him.

As is typical the guys end up gathering in the
backyard to bullshit. My older brothers are razzing me
about what a brat I was as a kid and it's about time I
was growing up and making some commitments. They
really like Steven too so there's no issue with our
relationship. In fact, they're taking his side in
things and they're ganging up teasing and razzing me.

They even encourage him. My brother advises him, "You
know you're going to have to keep him in line. We used
to beat the crap out of him to keep him straight."
Everyone bursts out laughing at his verbal faux pas.
"No, I mean it!" He grabs me in a headlock bending me
over and my other brother spanks my ass like they used
to do when we were kids. He lands a bunch of fast
crisp smacks to my ass. "You gotta do this man, he
needs it."

John pipes in, "Fuck yeah! I used to love watching him
get beat."

"I hear ya, man." Steven joins right in. He lands a
couple of very solid cracks across my ass. "I promise
you guys, I'll keep him in line." They let go of me
and Steven pulls me into his arms and wraps them
tightly around me.

"You'd better or we'll step in and help." My brother
promises.

We drive home happy, more than happy. Life is good.
Damn good. Better than I'd ever hoped for or ever even
dared to dream of. I put my hand on his leg. "Thank
you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being so
patient with me. I love you."

"I love you too." He let's that settle in and puts his
hand over mine. "It was so fucking hot to see your
brothers spank you. I used to love to watch them beat
on you when we were kids. It brought back fond
memories." It did for me too.

Arriving back at the house Steven looks at me sternly.
"Anything else? This is your last chance."

I say nothing. I strip out of my clothes and kneel
down before him placing my forehead on the floor
between his feet. I clench at the sudden pressure as
he squeezes my balls from behind between my legs.
Lifting them higher he gives me the command to get
upstairs. I half walk, half crawl up the stairs as he
leads me along by pulling my balls backwards between
my legs.

He puts me in bed and ties my arms stretched out to
the posts of the headboard. He ties my ankles to the
same posts as my wrists pulling my legs up and back
and fully exposing my ass to him. He stuffs his worn
sock in my mouth as a gag and continues to undress.
His cock is rock hard as he slowly strokes it. "Mine
is for pleasure. Yours is for pain." He ties off my
cock and balls and pulls the rope up attaching it to
my ankles. I pull my ass up to alleviate some of the
pressure. "That's it. Give up your ass for me. But
first we've got to take care of your balls." Taking a
small flogger with thin leather strands he slashes it
across my cock and balls. It stings like crazy. He
does it until I'm twisting and squirming around like
crazy and begging into the gag stuffed in my mouth.
I'm not crying but tears are streaming down my eyes.

"Poor boy, does it hurt a lot?" I nod that it does.
"Oh poor boy. Do you think I care?" He lands several
more and I cringe with each blow. "That's it, suffer
for me." Another blow lands and then another. I buck
up and take it like a man. "Good boy. That's it, take
it for me." A couple more land and I take it without
complaint. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. That's what I
like. Time to fuck you good. Real good." He covers his
dick in lube and mounts me. He eases his cock up my
ass, which is fully exposed and open for him. I feel
him slowly fill me and gasp with the initial pain. He
eases in and out of me very slowly picking up speed
and pushing harder each time. My cock and balls are
bouncing with his thrusts. The pain eases as he
continues to fuck me. He's looking me right in the
eyes as he keeps it up. I hold my breath as the pain
of his pinching my nipples rips through me. He groans
at the same time as he shoots his load inside of me.

"I'm not going to untie you, at least not for quite a
while. Do you want to cum now? If not now it won't be
for a long time."

I want to cum so badly. I am so horny! But I know
better. If I cum now it will be hell to stay tied like
this. It's easier to endure before I cum and while I'm
still horny. I shake my head no.

"You've come so far. Your training is really paying
off.  He lays back leaving the light on so he can
watch me squirm and struggle to find some relief, if
not comfort. His eyes never leave me until they close
and I hear his gentle breathing. I try to stay still
so as not to wake him. I smile at the sight of my
raging hardon and doze off lightly. I keep dozing and
waking up because I am so fucking uncomfortable. My
arms spread eagle are uncomfortable but my legs pulled
back over my head are fucking driving me nuts.

I wake up this time to the feel of his fingers lightly
sliding up and down my dick. I lay perfectly still
enjoying the feel of it and hoping he won't stop. He
uses the wetness of my precum to work the head of my
cock. It twitches involuntarily.  He talks softly and
compassionately, "I know you're awake. You must be
miserable and uncomfortable. Are you miserable?" I
don't answer, at least not verbally, but he knows I'm
miserable. He strokes me less subtly. It feels so good
to feel his hand sliding up and down my cock.
"Decision time. You can cum if you want to." I feel
relief wash over me. I want to cum so badly. "But if
you cum I won't untie you until morning. If you choose
not to cum I'll untie you right now. Your choice, you
decide. Either way you suffer so I'm happy. You get to
pick it." His hand is working magic on my cock.

I look at the clock. FUCK! It's just before midnight.
Oh Shit! I'd be tied another seven hours. Oh fuck! I
can't stand to stay like this another seven hours.
Dammit! "Please stop. Please. I'm so close, please
don't make me cum." He doesn't stop instantly and I
fight to hold back my orgasm. Finally he stops and I
realize I'd been holding my breath. I breathe rapidly
fighting against cumming.

"So you don't want to cum anymore?" His taunting is
merciless and he uses one finger along the length of
my shaft. "Your cock is so useless. Why do you even
have one? You don't fuck. You never get sucked off. No
one ever gets you off. You don't even get to jerk
yourself off. It's so pathetic. Your cock is so
beautiful and it's so hard, but it's just useless and
pathetic." Even his finger is sending waves through my
dick and he's holding me right at the edge of cumming.
"It's midnight, time for you to decide."


Midnight. Seven more hours. Oh fuck, I can't stand it
that long. "Stop. Please stop. Oh shit! Please stop!"

He keeps rubbing his finger up and down my shaft. "I'm
going to untie you but I don't want you to even touch
your dick. Don't even think about touching it. Not
tonight. Not tomorrow. Not the day after tomorrow. Not
the day after that." His finger is driving me crazy
and I'm waffling thinking maybe cumming is worth it
especially if he won't let me cum for days.

Stop or keep going? Decide right now."

"Stop. Stop. Please stop. Please." I beg him to stop
even though I want to cum.

He stops and slowly unties me. It feels so good to be
free but my cock is raging and I struggle not to touch
it. "Can you control yourself or do you want the cage
back on?"

"I'll control it. I promise. I'll be good." I don't
want the cage on.

"Good boy! You're being so good. I love you so much."
He covers me in kisses. His kisses on my mouth send
new waves of pleasure and desire through me. His
tongue entering my mouth is so fucking unbelievable.
His hands caress me passionately as we make out
together. My desire rises to new heights and my whole
body is on fire and I want to cum even more than
before. "Look at what you do to me."

He pushes my head down to his hard dick and guides it
into my mouth. I bob up and down on his dick and suck
him off. It feels so good. I love the taste of it, the
smell of it, the way it feels in my mouth, the taste
of his precum. I blow him. I suck him off. He moans as
he shoots his load into my mouth and I swallow his
juice. He holds my head on his dick and I feel his
dick softening in my mouth.

"Remember, no touching yourself. No cumming. Don't
fuck up. Don't." He holds me on his dick as he falls
asleep. I'm careful not to even let my dick touch the
sheet because I'm afraid even that will stimulate me.
I feel frustrated and agitated. I try to think of
other things as I struggle to fall asleep. Finally,
mercifully, I drift off.