Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 06:48:59 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter three

This story in 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 3: The morning after

I'd been awake for a while and was beyond miserable. I
went from dreading their coming back to being ready to
beg them to come back. I'd rather everything they did
to me instead of this.

I jump when I hear the lock turn and my heart is
pounding by the time the door opens. They walk in
freshly showered and dressed, each holding a great
smelling cup of coffee. It was totally humiliating to
me.

They wasted no time. "You look and smell like the
total shit you are." Steven did the talking as Sir
pressed his booted heel down on my balls. He picked
his foot up and slammed it back down on my balls
again. I choked on the pain it caused. "You are such a
fucking low life." He undid the strap and pulled the
ball gag out of my mouth. My jaw was stiff and had a
dull ache to it. My mouth and throat were so dry and I
could smell the piss on my own breath. "What, no thank
you for treating you so good?" His body language and
his smile told me he was really feeling good about
himself.

I tried to thank him but nothing came out. Between my
throat being so dry and the screaming I'd done last
night I could barely croak out a sound. Sir poured
some of his coffee on the floor in front of me and
tells me to lap it up. I can't believe how good it
feels and tastes as I lap it off the basement floor. I
thank him when he pours out more for me. I'm so
grateful for it.

"Look at how fucking low you are. You're lapping
coffee off the floor and you're thanking us for it."
Sir kicks my balls again. I pause in my drinking for a
second to let the pain pass and then start lapping up
the coffee again.

Sir takes over. "Okay, here's the deal. We're going to
give you a one-time offer. You can get cleaned up, get
dressed and leave and never come back, and I do mean
never. Or, you can get on your knees and beg us to
make you suffer more. There's no in between. This is
not a discussion. Take it or leave it." I didn't
expect this. I'm not sure what I did expect, but it
wasn't this.

"May I ask a question?" He nods. "Steven, where does
this leave us? Are we still friends?" Steven has been
a part of my life for more nearly thirty years. We've
always been friends. We went through school together,
college together, we even travel and have taken
vacations together. I'm hoping that this experience
hasn't ended that friendship.

He thinks for a minute. "Either way, it can't go back
to the way it was. We'll never be equals again now
that I know what a fucking low life you are and how
much I enjoy punishing and humiliating you. You need
this, but I need it too. I won't go back, you can't go
back. I'm going to treat you like shit and I expect to
be treated with respect. I also expect obedience. You
can expect pain and suffering. At least if you stay
I'll respect you for being honest and having the
courage to face who you are. I think we'll be able to
figure it out. If you leave I don't know what will
happen."

"Will you tell the others what happened here?"

"Yes. I'm very proud of what I did. You should be too.
If you're ashamed of yourself it's your problem. I
have nothing to be ashamed of." I understand his point
but it's easier for him. Look at the position I'm in
while he's standing over me telling me what he's
decided my choices are. I know he's right though.
Things will never be the same. Maybe it's some kind of
weird logic, but I am sort of proud of myself that I
can take everything that's happened to me and still be
okay. "As far as the others they're already kind of
weirded out but I'm not going to worry about them. To
be honest, I think we've outgrown them anyway. They
kind of live through us and that's okay if we're on
the same path but I'm not changing my path for them."
I'd been having those same feelings.

Sir lands another kick to my balls before they undo my
arms and legs. "Your clothes and keys are in the
bathroom right outside that door. Either get on your
knees or get the fuck out of here."

I'd already decided what I'm doing. I'm stiff and sore
as I move. Everything hurts. My balls are killing me.
I have a hard time pulling myself up on my knees.
"Sir, I have to pee so bad I don't think I can hold
it." Wetness forms on the end of my dick as I struggle
to hold it. There's no response from either of them.
"Thank you for letting me stay. Please, I need to
suffer more. Please make me suffer more, please." Piss
dribbles out my dick landing on the floor. I struggle
so hard to hold it but more dribbles out. A squirt of
piss shoots from my dick before I can clamp down
tighter and stop it. I'm trembling from my effort to
hold it in. I'm totally embarrassed. Men don't piss
themselves. I beg them again.

 "We're just giving you what you asked for. You begged
us to make you suffer." They just sip their coffee and
watch me. I stay on my knees struggling to hold my
piss in. They make themselves more comfortable. My
piss pushes up my dick and enough to form a puddle
escapes me before I can make it stop. It doesn't help;
in fact it's much worse. It pushes out again and once
it's flowing I can't stop it again until a lot comes
out. I finally make it stop. The three of us look at
the puddle in front of me. They say nothing, they
don't have to. I bend over to lick up my mess. I lick
and suck it up. "When you're done come out to the
yard." I suck up as much as I can and lick up the
rest. My legs are like rubber as I stand for the first
time in hours. I find my way outside realizing that
the house is huge and get back on my knees in front of
them.

"Take off the humbler." I twist it, pull it back
between my legs, and open it releasing my balls. I
pull and stretch my sack and rub it to get them back
in shape. Oh fuck they're so sore. "Take the plug
out." This is so humiliating with them watching. I
reach behind to pull it out. I can't believe how hard
I have to pull to get it out and how much it hurts. I
can't control the gas escaping me and I'm mortified by
it. I lay the plug in the grass beside the humbler.
"Take off the ankle and wrist restraints." I do it
laying them besides the rest of the stuff. "Now the
collar." It comes off also. Sir holds a chain collar
out for me to see. "If we put this on, we lock it
closed and we hold the keys, not you. Do you want it?"
I respectfully say yes. "Then kiss it." I do it and he
puts it on and locks it shut. "There's the garden hose
and some stuff. Get cleaned up."

It's embarrassing to clean up in front of them but it
feels so good! I scrub myself clean. It hurts like
hell to get all the wax out of my body hair and off my
skin. They wait patiently talking to each other as I
bathe. There's no towel so I kneel before them
dripping wet. They inspect me to see if I'm clean. I
scrubbed so hard to get everything off and I'd rinsed
my mouth over and over again.

I kneel in the grass as they have another cup of
coffee. This is the best I've felt since I arrived
here. I nearly jump out of my skin as a young guy
walks out of the house into the yard carrying a couple
of bags. He looks late teens/early twenties. He's tall
and thin like only someone that young can be. He
smirks as he walks past me and puts the bags on the
table. He talks to Sir, "Good morning Mr. Delorean.
Here's your order. It comes to $10.50." He looks down
at me still smirking. "You got a new one I see." I
flush with embarrassment. I feel really naked now.

"Hey Curtis. Want to earn a few extra bucks?" Mr.
Delorean asks. I finally have a name. I wonder again
if he knows or cares what my name is.

"Sure. I always like the work you have for me." He
looks at me again with a big smile on his face.

"Cool. Spank that monkey for me. The usual deal, a
dollar a hit. Make him count" They sit back to watch
me get spanked by this young punk.

"Bend over monkey. I want your ass in the air and your
face in the grass." He pushes me over and pushes my
face into the grass with his foot. He sticks a finger
right up my asshole and pulls my ass up higher by my
hole. "Count them out for me, One, Sir." He smacks my
ass and I count out in the pattern he told me to. It
stings but it isn't too bad. He doesn't hit that hard.
He's getting paid by the number of smacks and not by
how hard so he has no motivation to hit me hard, but
he also has no motivation to stop. I keep counting out
as this punk whacks my ass. It's stinging hot as he
gets in the twenties. It hurts as he goes above
thirty. It's really starting to get to me as he hits
fifty. I start to panic when he hits 65 and there's no
end in sight. Tears are streaming down my face as I
choke out eighty. I'm sobbing by 95 and praying that
100 will be the magic number. It's not. I can't stop
myself from dropping to the ground and putting my
hands over my ass to try to protect it. I stop
counting and plead and beg with all I have trying to
get him to stop. I try crawling away but he just moves
with me. Finally he stops and I hold my ass sobbing.
He picks me up by the waist and drags me backward
dumping me at Sir's feet so he can inspect my ass. He
runs his fingers over it and I tremble in fear that
he'll hit me again. My ass is crimson red and has
black and blue bruising from both last night and
today. "I'll bet you're glad you stayed." He says to
me as he gives my ass a light smack making me jump
more than I should. Hey all laugh. To Curtis, he
compliments the job he did on me and asks if he wants
to do more to me because they're so tired from last
night. He readily agrees.

"Come on monkey, time to give you some exercise." He
puts the humbler back on me pulling my balls way back
and hooking it behind my thighs. My balls are already
so sore. He shoves the plug back up my aching ass. I
watch as he takes off his sneakers and socks. "My
favorite game is fetch." He throws his sneaker across
the yard and looks at me, "I throw, you fetch." Oh
fuck! I crawl after his sneaker, pick it up, and crawl
back. He slams me across my aching ass. He throws the
sneaker again and this time tells me to carry it back
in my mouth and to move faster. I take off after it
again. The humbler is killing my balls and the plug up
my ass is sending waves of pain up inside me. I smell
his feet as I hold the sneaker in my mouth. "Not fast
enough," he says as he smacks my ass again. "Let me
show you." He throws the sneaker and smacks my ass as
I crawl to get it telling me to move faster. My
fucking ass is killing me so I move all out in an
effort to reduce the punishment to my ass. He throws
it a bunch of times and I'm sweating and panting in my
effort to move fast enough. My arms are like rubber
and I don't know how much longer I can do it. I'm so
thankful when Sir tells him it's enough.

I realize for the first time that he and Steven are
eating breakfast as they watch the show. They have
fresh bagels, butter, cream cheese, and a bunch of
other stuff to eat. I haven't eaten since yesterday
and I'm starving. I'm practically drooling watching
them. They invite Curtis to join them, which he gladly
does. I stay on my knees watching them, dyeing for
something to eat. They eat slowly and leisurely
ignoring me totally. When they are finally done they
ask Curtis to feed me before he leaves. He comes back
out from the house with a dog's dish filled with dry
dog food and places it on the floor in front of me. I
look from the bowl to them. They have big smiles on
their faces. I look back at the bowl trying to
convince myself to eat it. While I'm hesitating,
Curtis takes his dick out and pisses into the bowl as
I watch in shock. I look up and they're still smiling.

Steven says, "If you don't want that I can shit and
you can eat that instead." I drop my face into the
bowl and eat the piss covered dog food thankful it's
not worse. I shock myself with the thought that it's
really not so bad. Steven pulls me back from my
thoughts with his excited chatter, "He's fucking
amazing!! He gets a boner eating breakfast." They all
laugh at me as I continue eating with my rock hard
dick bobbing up and down. Curtis says good bye to them
and ruffles my hair as he leaves saying, be a good
boy." I say nothing but think to myself "Little punk!"

After breakfast, Sir asks Steven if he wants to play a
game. Steven' s excited by the idea as Sir goes
inside. He comes out with a couple of tennis racquets
and a bucket full of balls.

"There's a court?" Steven asks.

"Not a court, a target." He answers smiling.

I'm led to the far side of the yard by the fence and
made to bend over with my ass in the air and my face
in the grass. I know what's coming; I just don't know
how much it will hurt. He explains the rules. "His
balls are three points, his asshole is worth two, and
the rest of his ass is worth one. We'll each hit five
balls and then play again "You," he hits me with the
racquet, "call the points out and we'll keep score."

I hear the racquet hit the ball and second later it
slams into my ass with a sharp impact of pain. I take
a breath and call out, one to indicate where it hit
me. The second ball misses but I jump when it slams
into the fence. The next shot is a direct hit to my
asshole and the butt plug pulls the pain all the way
in. "Two" I call out and I hear them laugh. The next
two hit my ass. Sirs total is five points.

I dread Steven. I know how good he is with a racquet.
I hear the difference in the strength of his swing as
the pain explodes up my asshole. "Two," I call out
adding to my humiliation. The next swing and my balls
explode in pain taking a direct hit. I hear them high
five each other and don't say anything as I try to
catch my breath. Another direct hit to my balls sends
me reeling with pain. Another direct hit to my
asshole, which hurts like hell, but I'm actually
relieved and thankful it didn't hit my balls again.
Amazing how quickly I sink to lower levels. It's like
a gift when the next ball catches me on my left cheek.
Stevens's final score is eleven.

They play five games. Steven wins every one of them.
My balls are killing me. My asshole hurts like hell.
My ass is covered in dark red circles, and black and
blues. I'm made to gather all the balls on my hands
and knees and carry the bucket back to them in my
mouth. They take drinks and excitedly talk about the
fun they just had. I'm made to drink from the garden
hose, glad that it's not someone's piss.

"Another game?" He asks Steven who readily agrees.
"How's your pitching arm?" The humbler is removed and
I'm given an old torn and stained jock to put on. I'm
also given a catchers mask and made to stand against
the fence facing them. "A hit is worth one, cock and
balls worth two. The best part of the game is he gets
to watch it coming. If he moves we will make him hurt
so fucking bad he'll never forget it." I plaster
myself to the fence and determined not to move. It
takes everything I have not to jump out of the way and
let the ball hit me in the chest. It really hurts. I
counted the balls as I put them in the bucket and I
know there are at least fifty. I know they won't stop
until it's empty. My balls only take a couple of hits
but my whole body is now covered in crimson circles
and bruises by the time the bucket is empty.

Again I'm made to crawl around to gather up all the
balls. I carry them in my mouth and lay them at Sir's
feet. "We're going to give you a break." I'm so
relieved when he tells me that. "This time, face the
fence." My heart sinks. I can't fucking believe I've
got to endure this again. I hang my head, crawl to my
place, and get in position. No part of my body escapes
the impact of the balls hitting me. I hurt everywhere.
When they're done I gather the balls again and bring
them to them. They're sitting and talking about how
taxing the game is on them and that they're getting
tired.

"I have one more special game." He tells us and leads
us into the house where he has a poolroom. The room is
great and the table is awesome. I'd love to play o
this table. "Lose the jock and get on the table and
spread your legs." Oh fuck! Oh fuck no! My balls are
already hurting. I obey him. I watch him line up the
shot and hold my breath as the queue ball slams into
my exposed nuts. The pain shoots right up my stomach.
"One rack each." He announces as he takes the next
shot and I know that my balls are going to get slammed
a total of thirty two times. Tears stream down my face
just from the thought of it. The actual pain is worse
than I ever imagined. I'm helped from the table and
allowed to lie on the floor until Steven drops just my
pants at my feet and tells me it's time to leave. I
pull them on and crawl to the door where they exchange
good-byes and talk about how much fun they had. I'm
allowed to stand just before leaving. Just as I stand,
Sir back kicks me in the balls and I drop back down to
my knees. He winks at Steven and turns away; Steven
pulls me up by my collar and says, "Let's go."

The end of Chapter Three

I'm really getting off on writing this story. Many
have written to tell me they're enjoying it. Many have
said that they didn't catch the subs name. I've done
that on purpose to emphasize that his only purpose is
to suffer. I get off on the fact that they don't give
a crap about him and don't even care if they know his
name.

Thanks for reading...
Eric in South Florida