Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 18:34:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Cory wakes us up, "C'mon, get up, let's go! There's
work to be done. Move it." He bounces the bed like a
madman.

Steven opens his eyes to look at me, "What the fuck is
he talking about?"

"I never know... Cory, Steven wants to know what the
fuck you're talking about. Personally, I don't care. "
I close my eyes again.

"It's exactly that kind of attitude that gets you in
trouble." Cory bounces me up and down on the bed by
pushing hard on my shoulders.

Ross walks in, "Get your asses out of bed! If I'm
awake you have to be awake!"

"Shit! It's like Grand Central Station in here. We
need to get a fucking lock on the door." Steven speaks
calmly laying there with his eyes open watching me be
bounced by Cory.

"Yeah, right! Like you really want to keep good
looking guys from walking into your bedroom. Now get
up." Ross tells us again.

"This may surprise you but I have very little use for
straight men. As far as I'm concerned all they do is
eat my food, crash at my house, use my toys, and wake
me up. You should take a lesson from my brother and go
home."

Cory answers, "Yeah, well instead we're going to give
you a great housewarming gift so start feeling guilty
and get out of bed. There's no need to shower, we have
work to do. We'll meet you down by my truck in five
minutes and we'll grab breakfast at Mickey D's.

We meet him out in the driveway by his pick-up truck.
It's a three-seater. Cory looks at me, "I guess you're
riding in back." I jump in back and Cory gets behind
the driver's seat. Steven and Ross just stand there
looking at each other. Neither one wants to sit in the
middle. They have to do rock/scissor/paper to decide.
I laugh and Cory shakes his head. Steven loses.

We go through the drive through and get breakfast
sandwiches to go. It's not easy eating and keeping my
balance in the back of a pick-up. It is kinda fun
though. We go to the local lumber yard and follow Cory
around amazed as he knows exactly where everything is
and he seems to know exactly what he wants. He loads
up two flat bed carts in no time. We load up the truck
and pull into the driveway in less than an hour from
when we left. He pulls his truck around to the back of
the house.

"Getting out, he gives directions, "Okay gentlemen, on
this job site I'm in charge. Do what I say and the job
gets done without anyone getting hurt..." Cory does know
exactly what he's doing. He's a master carpenter and
works designing children's playgrounds and children's
day care facilities. He moves at lightening speed and
the three of us hustle to keep up with him.

"So, what're we building anyway?" Steven finally asks.

"An adult playground." Cory's smile is wicked.

We work for the next several hours and build exactly
what he said we would. To the uninformed it looks like
a gymnast's set with a high bar, a set of rings,
parallel bars, balance beam, and pummel horse. He also
builds an equipment closet that is coincidentally just
big enough for someone to fit inside it. To the
trained eye we have a diversity of bondage apparatus
capable of all kinds of suspension bondage and
torment. We're done in less than four hours.

We try it out. They hang me spread eagle from the high
bar, first right side up then upside down. On the
rings, they put my arms through them and then tie my
wrists together. The rings support me under the arms
so I can't fall or get away. They hang me by my wrists
and ankles from the parallel bars and leave me swaying
mid air. They tie me over the pummel horse like a
spanking or fucking bench. They hang me from the
balance beam like the cannibals used to hang and carry
their victims. Each piece works great for our
purposes.

Cory is so proud of himself for his ingenuity. I've
got to admit that it is pretty ingenious. We're all
kind of amazed.

Ross asks him, "Okay, this seems to be coming a little
too naturally to you. Is there something you want to
tell us? It's pretty obvious that no matter what it is
we can handle it."

Cory shifts back and forth and almost looks
embarrassed. "Well, okay, I'll fess up. I've been
fantasizing about shit like this since I was a little
kid. I've been designing this stuff in my head all
along. I've jerked off endlessly thinking about all
the different ways to tie someone up. And I gotta
admit, little brother, that most of the time it's you
I'm thinking about doing it to."

"What team are you playing on?" Ross continues the
questioning.

"Ours, I'm straight... mostly. I mean I get off on women
but I also get off on dominating and tormenting him. I
like the sadistic stuff but would never do it to a
woman. I mean, I wouldn't do it to a man either. I
mean, just him. I like doing it to him. I think it's
because I know he really gets off on it. I don't
really know."

We contemplate what he's said. Steven adds, "I can
relate to that. I kinda have the same feelings."

"It does kind of sum it up." Ross agrees. He looks at
me smiling, "So what is it about you?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I honestly don't know."

"Well gentlemen, I suggest we stop trying to figure it
out and just continue to enjoy it." Steven taps me in
the balls to make his point.

Ross and Cory cut out and Steven and I get ready to
meet his parents for an early dinner at their favorite
restaurant. We do it about once a month but it's not
really something we look forward to. Family is family
though, so we do it.

His parents are already there when we arrive and we
join them at their usual outside table. We make small
talk waiting for Craig before we order. He finally
arrives making apologies for being late. I assure him
that no one was expecting him to be on time. This sets
his mother off and she lectures him for a good ten
minutes about how he's always late and how rude and
inconsiderate it is.

We order drinks. Steven and Craig order beers. The
rest of us order water. We talk about nothing. Craig
gets up to go to the bathroom but he takes his beer
with him. This strikes me as odd and gets me thinking.
When he gets back he puts the bottle of beer in front
of me, go ahead, drink it. I'll get another." I pick
up the bottle and feel that it's warm, too warm. I'm
sure he pissed in it.

"Thanks Craig. Wow, it's been months since I gave this
up. I can remember the date exactly. It was one of the
hardest things I've ever done. I guess it's okay if I
have some now." I slowly raise the bottle to my mouth
when his father stops me.

"Don't do that to yourself. You were smart enough to
realize you had a problem don't screw it up now. Give
that beer back to him right now. Craig, I'm surprised
at you! You would think you'd be supportive. It
wouldn't be a bad idea for you to cut back..." The
lecture goes on for a good ten minutes until our food
arrives. Steven is smiling while Craig is glaring at
me."

I wait until we order dessert, "Hey Craig, there's a
nice Jewish girl in my office. Do you want to meet
her?"

"No..." Before he can say anything else his mother goes
off on him about how he needs to get serious and
settle down. She goes on and on. Steven is thoroughly
enjoying how I'm provoking them to pick on Craig. In
fact, he's enjoying it too much.

I change the subject and ask them how their Shabbat
services went. They start by telling us how good it
was but quickly get on both Steven and Craig for not
observing. We just let them go on their own steam. As
they start to run out of energy I add, "It's partly my
fault. I won't miss church and I always get him to
come with me." This gets them going all over again.
I'm the only one still smiling. Steven and Craig have
more like evil grins. They know exactly what I did.

I put the cherry on the cake, "Please, let me pick up
the check. It's the least I can do. You always pay." I
grab the check away from Dad.

He absolutely refuses to let me pay but thanks me
profusely and goes off on his sons about never even
offering to pick up the check. My work is done.

We walk them to their car and say our good byes. Craig
and Steven look at me.  Craig asks, "What the hell
were you doing?"

"Turn around is fair play. Paybacks are a bitch. He
who laughs last... Take your choice dude." I'm gloating
and we all know it.

"You'll pay for this." Craig taunts me in good humor.

"Yeah, he will, but not today. Later bro." Steven and
I cut out. In the car Steven says, "You were in rare
form today. If it wasn't so funny and artfully done
I'd beat your ass but I've got to admit you were
clearly the best player today." I know better than to
gloat this time.

We use the late afternoon to detail out my car. We go
out to dinner and talk about my new position and the
salary that goes with it. We both agree that we'll
hold steady for awhile and bank the extra cash. He and
I agree on most of the major stuff that sometimes
fucks up a relationship. After dinner we catch a
movie. The movie is solidly decent, but not great.

We head home afterward and hang out in bed watching
television. I massage his feet and lick and suck on
his toes. I slowly gently run my hands all over his
body. I kiss and suck on his nipples, run my tongue
down to his naval and play in the deep crevice. I lick
and nibble on his anus and slide my tongue up and down
the length of his crack. I kiss, suck and lick his
balls gently and teasingly. I slide my mouth over his
rock hard and swollen cock and very gently and subtly
suck him. We do all this for a long time and he just
lies back enjoying it as he watches television.

During the show he reaches into his nightstand and
hands me the lube. I use it to jerk him off slowly and
gently. It takes him forever to cum this way but when
he does his orgasm is fierce and intense with his cum
landing all over his stomach. I give him a little time
to recover and lick him clean. I get a warm washcloth
from the bathroom and wash him up and use a towel to
dry him off. I snuggle next to him.

"You're not going to ask if you can cum?" He's rubbing
his hand through my hair and speaking very softly.

"No, Sir."

His hand goes down to my crotch and he slides his
fingers up and down my shaft. It feels so good. "I
want to see you cum. Jerk off for me. Do it very
slowly barely touching your dick. Stop when you get
close and then do it again. You can cum on the third
time you get close." I do as he says. I slowly jerk
off while he continues to watch television beside me.
He makes sure I do it very slowly and gently and makes
me stop when I do it too fast or hard. He threatens
that if I do it wrong again he won't let me cum so I'm
careful not to go too fast or do it too hard. Stopping
when I get close is a bitch, but I do it, and then do
it again.

"Good boy. This time you can cum. Shoot it for me." I
continue to go very slowly and my orgasm builds a
fraction at a time. My cock is rock hard, dark red,
and swollen to the max by the time I shoot. The first
rope of cum goes all the way up my chest and each shot
after that is slightly shorter in length. I'm
exhausted when I'm done. I use the same washcloth and
towel I used on him to clean up and fall right to
asleep.

In the morning we meet John and his boyfriend for
church, which is pretty much our routine. We have a
good time talking and hanging out over breakfast at
our usual place. They are really hitting it off and
are talking about the future. They're even talking
about moving in together, maybe even moving away. They
head out for their days activities and we head over to
my parent's for a family picnic and barbeque.

Everyone is there! All of my brothers, their wives and
girlfriends, my nieces and nephews; it's a crowd by
any standard. It's loud and rowdy! We do all of the
things families do and have a great time playing with
the kids. The kids go wild when we have pony races
with the men as the ponies and the kids as the
jockeys. They fight to have their turn riding me
because I win every race. No one has the amount of
practice I do at crawling. We play lots of different
games with them.

"Football time!" Several of my brothers yell it at the
same time and the ball flies simultaneously. The game
is underway even as we all run to join in. I intercept
a pass, begin my run for the goal, and throw the ball
to Steven a split second before Cory tackles me.
Steven scores the first touchdown of the game as Cory
sits on my chest watching the play!

"Get in the game!" Ross yells at Cory. Cory digs his
fist into my crotch as he pushes himself up. "You
tackled our own team mate asshole. It's us against
them."

"It worked didn't it?" Cory shoots back.

The rest of the game goes much the same way. It seems
tackling me is right up there in importance with
scoring. We all have a great time and we win by about
a hundred points because while everyone concentrates
on tackling me Steven keeps running the ball and
scoring, but no one is really keeping track anyway. We
work up quite a sweat playing. It's a pleasure to join
the kids playing with the garden hose to cool off. We
peel off our shirts and remove our socks and sneakers
and run around with them playing games and getting
soaked.

Mom clangs the dinner bell yelling at all of us.
"Dinner is almost ready. All of you get dried off
cleaned up. Move it!" She chases us good naturedly
with a wooden spoon threatening to hit us with it if
we don't listen to her. Steven and Cory use me as a
shield pushing me toward her and teasing her that
they're trying to get me to do as she saying but I'm
not listening. She lands a couple of light cracks on
me going along with the game.

Cory grabs the wooden spoon from her grasp, "Here Ma,
let me help you." He whacks me hard with the spoon
across my thigh telling me to get moving. He chases me
into the house whacking my ass hard with the spoon. I
forgot how much a wooden spoon hurts though I'd gotten
more than my share of spankings with one as a kid. I
run down into the basement with him right on my tail.
With nowhere left to run he corners me in the
basement. A couple of my brothers are already there
and others are filing in along with Steven and Ross.

Cory is trying to wrestle me to the floor whacking me
with the spoon whenever he can get a good shot in. I
try unsuccessfully to wrestle it away from him. Ross
comes to his rescue and quickly helps him get me down
and they try to pin me. I can't get away but I'm quick
and agile and keep squirming out of their holds on me.
My brother Jesse joins in and with his help they nail
me to the floor. Jesse and Ross hold me down as Cory
wails on my ass. It really stings my ass through the
wet pants. Ross yanks my pants down exposing my bare
ass for Cory to hit. I try to get away, but can't.
They laugh at my efforts, cheer when I come close, and
then cheer again as they re-pin me. They even make
bets as to whether or not I'll succeed. I yell at them
to stop and when that doesn't work I beg them to stop.
That doesn't work either so I put on a show of protest
but resign myself to taking it until they decide to
stop. Cory does a good job reddening my ass to a
blazing color as they all watch and cheer him on at my
expense. My ass is red hot and screaming.

"I'll stop when you agree to kiss my feet and say
thank you in front of all of us." Cory taunts me.
There is no way I'm going to do that in front of our
other brothers.

"Fuck you!" I tell him. The others react with jeers
and cheers. Cory reacts by spanking me harder. Jesse
and Ross react by pinning me even tighter. Jesse is
sitting on my back holding my arms pinned underneath
him. He moves his legs sliding his feet up and against
both sides of my face and trapping my face between
them and rubbing them all over me.

Cory whacks my ass, "You won't kiss my feet but you'll
kiss his so you must want this." He hits me again. My
ass hurts like a mother fucker. I try again to get
away but I don't stand a chance. Jesse continues
rubbing his feet on my face as Cory lands another
crack.

Oh fuck it, "Okay, I'll do it. I'll kiss your feet and
say thank you." I'm near tears as I say it.

"That deal's off the table. The new deal is you kiss
all our feet. Take it or leave it but the next deal
will be much worse." He swats my ass hard to drive his
point home.

I have no choice, "Okay, I'll do it. Please stop,
please, it hurts so bad. I give up."

They applaud and congratulate Cory on winning. "You
might as well start with my feet since they're already
in your face." Jesse pushes his toes against my lips.
When I open my lips to kiss them he pushes his toes in
my mouth. They laugh. The pain of my embarrassment now
matches the pain I feel on my butt. I try to hide my
hard-on but it's pretty pointless. It's right out
there in plain view for all of them to see.

"Okay, loser, we're going to let you up so you can
crawl and kiss each of our feet. If you don't do it
you're going to really get a beating and with all of
us here you have no chance of escaping it." They let
me up and Cory steps right in front of me. Without any
prompting I lower my face to his feet and kiss them,
and then Ross', and then Steven's. I take a deep
breath and crawl to each of my brothers to kiss their
feet. A couple of them step back and pass. In an odd
way that's worse. It makes me feel like what I'm doing
is sick and wrong. When I'm done working my way
through all of them, Cory grabs me and gives me a big
hug and a kiss on the cheek, "You're the best, man!
You've always been a good sport. Love you, bro."
They're all in a good mood and joking around as they
drift away leaving Steven and me alone.

Steven talks to me laughing, "That was fun, very
juvenile, but fun nonetheless."

I can tell from his whole demeanor that he's in a
playful mood and not taking this seriously so I don't
hesitate to ask him, "Can I get even?"

"I dunno, can you?" His grin is evil.

"Fuck yeah! I know how to get them where it hurts. I'm
a master at this part of the game." My grin is as evil
as his.

He slaps me on the ass, "Go for it. Just remember
turn-around is fair play."

I pull my clothes back on and run up the stairs and
join them at the picnic tables in the backyard for
dinner. I give my mother a big hug, "Thank you, momma,
you're the best. You're not appreciated as much as you
should be."

She hugs me back, "You're always the sweetest one! Do
you think any of these goons could ever say thank you?
You'd think being nice to their mother would kill
them. Once they get a girl of their own the mother
falls by the wayside..." and on and on. My brothers
glare at me but say nothing knowing anything they say
at this point would just sound like sucking up.

I don't stop, "I'd like to say something." I raise my
paper cup in a toast. "I just want to say that I think
I'm the happiest person in the world. I love my family
and I love Steven. I love the life we have together."
Then I go in for the kill talking to my brothers, "I
hope you guys appreciate your spouses and take care of
them as much as I appreciate and take care of mine."
You'd think I'd stop as their wives glare at them, but
I don't. "And you guys... I hope you realize what you're
missing and settle down soon." Cory, Jesse, and Ross
are the only single ones left and their girlfriends
and my mother go right off on them about how they need
to settle down and get serious about life and stop all
the foolishness and immature playing around they do.

I let that whole conversation settle down and then go
in for the kill, "You know Pop, I was looking at your
car. It needs to be detailed out so I'll come by one
night after work and do it. It's too bad you can't get
it in the garage so it would hold up better. You don't
need the expense of having to replace it."

My father goes off, "How can I get my car in the
garage with all their crap in it? Their stupid
motorcycles alone take up half the room. I keep
waiting for them to outgrow them but they never grow
up." He's referring to Ross and Cory's motorcycles.
"If they'd at least get them out of there I could
squeeze the car in."

I quickly volunteer, "They could keep them at our
house, we have plenty of room. Why don't you guys
bring them over and leave them with us?" How could
they say no with my parents jumping all over them
encouraging them to do just that?

Jesse jumps in, "I don't believe this! He pulls crap
like this all the time and you fall for it. How could
you not see what he's doing and let him get away with
it? He always gets us in trouble."

"You watch your mouth. You don't need him to get you
in trouble you get in enough all on your own. It's you
guys picking on him all the time. You don't think I
know all the teasing and hazing you're always doing to
him. He's always such a good sport about it never
coming to us to complain. You're lucky he's the way he
is or you'd really get it back in spades. Turn arounds
are fair play you know."

"Oh I know!" Jesse gets in the last word. I go to say
something else but Steven's hand clamps down on one
thigh while Cory clamps down on the other. I stay
quiet and let the conversation settle down to normal.
We have a great meal and a great time together.

After dinner I tell my mother, "You sit. I'll clean
up." I immediately start cleaning up and keep
insisting she stay seated. I look at my Dad, "I'm
getting really nervous about the pool match next week.
I hope we can find some time to play. I can really use
your coaching, Pop."

"Let's go. You guys clean up. Your mother deserves a
break." He takes me away to the basement where we get
in a couple of games until they're all done cleaning
up and it's time to go home.

Steven suggests, "Why don't Cory and Ross bring their
bikes to our house tonight and Jesse can bring the
car? Then they can drive back together in the
morning." My stomach sinks as they quickly agree to
the plan.

The five of us head out to the garage. Jesse gets real
close to me and talks real low, "Turn arounds little
fucker, think about that on the way home."

Steven and I ride in silence for a short time. He
breaks the silence, "I hope you enjoyed that because
it's pretty obvious you're going to pay for it."

"Yeah... it won't be the first time and it probably
won't be the last. At least this time we got a couple
of really cool motorcycles out of it." I look at him
with a big smile on my face and wink at him
conspiratorially.

"Yeah, but how long will it be until you're able to
sit down and ride it?" His smile broadens as mine
fades away. The wooden spoon is too recent a memory
and I squirm in my seat thinking about what might be
coming.