Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 05:40:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 37

With the pool match coming up next weekend, I am definitely feeling the
stress. Fortunately, things are going really well at work. My new position
is a perfect fit and I'm developing a whole new strategic plan that is
being very well received. My boss is consulting with me, and including me,
on more and more issues and projects. He still starts his workday by
paddling my ass. I keep thinking it will stop. It is more humiliating than
painful. I can't help but wonder if his secretary knows what's going on,
but I'm sure as shit not asking.

Things are great at home. Steven and I are into a smooth and easy
rhythm. We really are very compatible with each other. We have enough
similarities to keep it simple and flowing, and enough diversity to keep it
interesting. Our family and friends add so much interest and richness to
our lives. Our old friends were good, but added very little to things. They
kind of lived through us, just going along with whatever we were doing. I'm
glad they're all doing well and building their own relationships and
lives. Our new friends, including our brothers, bring a whole repertoire of
interests and activities to the mix.

Cory is a master at making various restraints of all kinds. He didn't like
the cage and built an alternative that Steven enthusiastically put to
use. He calls it a slave chair, but it's not really a chair at all. I kneel
down on it and close the ankle restraints, which clip in place and lock
automatically. A second set of restraints, just behind the knee, work the
same way. I sit back, and the centerboard fits right in my ass crack, with
a butt plug that goes right up my asshole to hold me in place. A final
strap goes across my thighs making it where I can't lift off the plug. I
have to hold a dildo in my mouth and put my hands behind my head. There is
a key within my reach, but I'd have to break the seal on the envelope to
get it out. I'd better have a really serious reason for doing it. The fear
of getting caught, and threat of the beating I'd get for not obeying, is
too great for me to even think of letting my arms drop, or taking the dildo
out of my mouth. Steven especially likes releasing my thighs, pulling me
forward, paddling my ass, and then putting me back in position. It gets
increasingly uncomfortable, but I can see the television if he decides to
watch it. Of course he, as well as any guests, sit comfortably on the
furniture.

As the pool match gets closer, my brothers pitch in to help me practice
shooting. They come by every night for a little while to help me sharpen my
game up. They each have different skills that they bring and I seem to be
able to pick them all up and use them well.

Wednesday night, after practicing, Ross asks Steven, "Can I borrow him for
a little while?" Of course Steven nods his approval. Ross looks at me,
"Upstairs little brother."

Once we're upstairs, Ross looks a little uncomfortable. Taking a deep
breath he finally gets to the point, "I've noticed your pubic hair is all
gone. It makes your jewels look huge. I don't want mine like that, but I
was wondering if we could do something. I have so much fucking hair down
there it covers up my set."

"Oh fuck, bro, you let Cory get to you. All his teasing about how small
your cock is, got to you." I can't help but enjoy his insecurity, though
it's totally unwarranted.

"I know my dick's not small, but I have a lot of hair and it doesn't show
like it could. Can you help me or not?"

"I can. Drop your pants and we'll trim it up for you. That's the easy
part. The other part is figuring out how to get Cory back." My smile is
wicked and the humor reduces his embarrassment. I shave his ball sac clean
and trim his bush back around his jewels. His bush is still thick and heavy
but the change is dramatic. His cock looks bigger, but his balls look much,
much, bigger. He looks at himself in the mirror, obviously very pleased
with the results. I inform him, "There's another perk." He looks at me
curiously, "It's much more sensitive this way." I drop back to my knees and
lean in. I gently rub my finger tips along his sac and his response is
awesome. He's already popping a boner. I move in with my tongue licking his
sack, and all around the base of his dick. He's rock hard in seconds. I
lick up his shaft and take his cock in my mouth while gently touching his
sac and teasing the base of his dick. It doesn't take long for him to shoot
his load in my mouth. He looks happy and satisfied with the results.

Cory starts in on Ross as soon as we get downstairs. "What'd you do, get a
blowjob? I don't blame you for going upstairs for some privacy, having the
smallest dick and all."

"You are cruising for a beating!" Ross warns him.

"You'd have to catch me first and we both know that you can't." Cory teases
him more.

I decide to jump to Ross's aid and play with Cory's head. "I can catch you,
all I need is permission and you're ass is free game."

Cory looks around quickly, and I guess he doesn't like what he sees,
because he takes off like a bat out of hell for the woods behind our house!
Steven yells to me, "Get him!" I take off a split second later and run like
hell to catch him. Ross is right behind me and Jesse is just a step behind
him. Cory puts some distance between us, but I know if I stay at it my
endurance is better. Running all out like he is will wear him out
quickly. The others fall a little further behind, but keep pace. Cory slows
just a bit as he gets tired. I could catch him now, but I want to wear him
down more. I see he's tiring out and make my move. I pour on the speed and
tackle him from behind, landing solidly on top of him. I quickly pin him
down.

He threatens me, "You are so dead! I'm going to beat your ass red! Wait
till you see what I'm going to do to you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" Even in this position he gets the
humor and lightens up his struggle to a more playful level.

Ross and Jesse catch up and are on him in a flash. I figure my part in this
is done, so I get out of the fracas to go stand beside Steven. It takes
both of them to hold him down. Finally maneuvering to get him in the right
position and still have a free hand, Ross wails one down on Cory's
ass. Cory goes wild but still can't escape. Ross lands another solid crack
down on his ass again. Cory lets loose with a meaningless string of curses
and threats and is surprised as hell when Jesse smacks down on his ass with
a wicked force. Cory shuts up just long enough to catch his breath and
tries a different approach, "Okay, enough. Game's over."

Jesse pipes right in, "It ain't over until you say uncle and then maybe
we'll decide that it's over."

Cory's not ready to say uncle and tries to get loose with new energy. They
hold him until the fight goes out of him, and then they both land several
punishing cracks down on his ass. This renews his spirit and gives him
another burst of energy to escape, but he fails miserably. More tired and
defenseless, he endures several more punishing and humiliating cracks to
his ass. He still won't give up.

Getting even more tired, they maneuver him onto his side in a fetal
position. Jesse holds him by clamping him between his legs. He's holding
Cory tightly folded in half with his ass fully exposed for Ross to wail
on. Ross gives him the opportunity between each hit to give up, but Cory
stubbornly holds tight. I know that the thick fabric of his jeans, plus his
boxers, is reducing how much it stings. Plus, being bent in half like that
makes his ass much harder and is probably hurting the hell out of Ross's
hand. I'm betting that Cory is figuring he can wait Ross out, and keep some
of his dignity.

I'm obviously not the only one who's figured it out. Steven pulls his belt
off, folds it in half, and hands it to Ross. Cory's obviously shocked as
hell when the belt cracks down on his ass. I know how much it hurts and I
feel bad for him. He goes ape shit trying to get free but just can't do
it. Ross gives him his out, "Say uncle. Do it, say uncle!" He cracks his
ass hard to motivate Cory to give in. Cory's not giving and Ross lands a
couple more hard beltings on Cory's poor ass.

Steven goes and sits right next to Cory's face and talks to him in that
low, steady voice that I find so unnerving. "Oh fuck, man. Who'd of guessed
we have two of them."

Cory asks him, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Steven waits until Ross belts him again before answering. "The only reason
I can figure for you prolonging this is that you like it. So the way I
figure it we have two masochists on our hands. Is that it, Man? Are you a
masochist too? Why else would you let this continue when you could end it
with a single word? So here's your chance, say uncle before I count to
three or the belt lands again. Your choice. One, two..."

"Uncle! Uncle! You win! No more, you win. I give up." Cory is strong and
decisive.

Ross says, "One more."

Steven instantly stops him. "Nope. He used his safe word. You said, if he
said uncle, it stops. He said it, so it stops. Game over."

They let him up and Cory immediately sits up and looks at me. "Fuck, man!
That really hurts!"

"You don't have to tell me, I know it hurts." I answer him.

"No, I mean it hurts like a mother fucker! I had no idea it hurts so much."

Jesse asks him, "So why'd you let it go on so, long? Were you enjoying it?"

"Fuck no! In the beginning it was okay, but the belt changed that. At
first, I figured it was just paybacks. Then the belt landed and it got
serious. I had to choose between my pride and my ass, and my pride won
out."

"Then why'd you say uncle?" Ross asks him.

"I can answer that," Steven offers. "I shifted the balance for him. There
was more pride in saying uncle than in not saying uncle and having us think
he's a masochist. He'd rather be a wimp than a sub."

Ross looks confused, "I thought they were the same thing."

Cory clears it up, "No way! You can't be a wimp and take a beating like
that. And for the record, I am NO fucking masochist! That's not my idea of
haha's. I'd much rather give it than receive it."

"And you?" Jesse asks me.

"I have no interest in giving it. Getting it is what floats my boat." I
answer him honestly.

"So, you like it?" He struggles to understand.

"No, I fucking hate it." I'm still being honest. "But it's what gets me
off. I don't know why it works that way for me, but the more I hate it the
more it excites me. I need it, I crave it, but I still dread it and don't
like it. I don't understand it. I just accept that it has to be this way."

Steven adds, "And for us it's the opposite. We like to give it. As sick as
he is one way we're just as sick in the opposite way. So, it works for
everyone."

Cory lightens the mood, "Yeah, well I'm glad I'm on this side of the
fence." Looking at me he adds, "Better you than me on that side of it."

Ross goes back to teasing Cory. "Oh come on, bro, it wasn't so bad, was
it?"

Cory stands and drops the back of his pants. We can clearly see the welts
from the belt on his reddened ass cheeks. "It hurt, man. There's no way
around it."

Steven asks him, "So does that mean you're going to go easier on your
brother from now on?"

Cory looks at me almost apologetically, "No way. It means I'm going to push
him harder and further. The line's been drawn and he's on that side of it
and I'm on this side of it. That's not my fault; it's just the luck of the
draw and he lost."

I look around at each of them and there is a new wickedness to their
smirks. I have the distinct feeling that the stakes have just been taken up
a notch.

Back at the house the mood is much lighter. They each grab a beer from the
fridge and lean against the counter. Steven snaps his fingers and points to
the floor so I kneel before them. He fills a bowl with water and puts it in
the center of the floor for me to drink from. They just accept it as
normal, but I definitely feel the embarrassment of it. They chat about
nothing for a couple of minutes.

Cory kicks me lightly in the side, "You, let's go. You owe me a blowjob."

Jesse asks him, "What? We're not partners anymore? What happened to share
and share alike?"

"C'mon then." Looking at Ross, Cory asks him, "You want in?"

"I'm good." Ross looks at me and winks.

Cory asks Steven, "and you?"

"I'll watch for now and fuck him later." Steven replies.

In the living room, Jesse and Cory stand in the middle of the room with me
kneeling between them. They pull their cocks out of their pants and tuck
their underwear under their balls. Steven sits back with a good view of it
all. Cory pulls my head to his cock and Jesse simultaneously pulls my hand
up to his cock. I jerk off one as I suck off the other. After a couple of
minutes they make me switch. Jesse uses his hand behind my head to fuck my
face deep and hard. They keep passing me back and forth every couple of
minutes. It feels so fucking weird being passed off between them. Finally,
Jesse fucks my face hard and I feel his cock head swelling in my mouth. He
erupts in my mouth and I swallow his cum before switching back to
Cory. Cory steps back to the sofa and drops down on it. He pulls me down on
his dick and I suck him off until he too cums in my mouth. Finished with
them both, I kneel back. Satisfied. they all leave, ruffling my hair and
saying goodbye as they go. I suck Steven off before we go up to bed, and we
go to sleep after watching the news. My nervousness about the pool match
overrides my libido. Even with all the sex I had tonight, I'm not feeling
horny.

I so rarely wake up before Steven that I'm not sure if I'm allowed to get
out of bed before him. I lay there a few minutes before deciding it would
be okay. I gently move to get up so as not to wake him, and I'm startled by
his simple command, "Stay." I ease back down and he puts his arm across my
chest.

He asks, as he always does, "You okay."

"Yeah, just edgy about the pool tournament." I answer him.

"Too edgy to be respectful?" His voice is calm.

I realize instantly what I did, or failed to do. "No Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
I take an odd comfort in stating my subordinate role.

"Listen; don't let all this slave and boy shit fuck with your head. You're
subservient, not inferior. It's not the same thing. You're the best pool
player I've ever seen. You could have easily gone pro. If you remember, I
tried to convince you to do just that before you took your job. You're
good, damned good. Don't be insecure about that. Besides, it's just a
charity match. Why are you so edgy about it?"

What he says makes sense. I try to think it through to figure out why I am
so nervous. "Well, first there's my boss. He said if I embarrassed him he'd
make damned sure he'd get me back."

"First off, you're not going to embarrass him. Even if by some odd chance
you don't win you're going to hold your own against anyone. The only time
you lose is in a short game and you don't get a chance to shoot. In
straight fifty, you rule. Besides, you're on the fast track to V.P. because
you do great work. He's not going to fuck that up. The worst that's going
to happen is you're gonna get a beating. You'd get that anyway." He
snickers as he says it.

That's all true, but it doesn't take the edge off. I think it through
further. "There's also the bet with Michael."

"What about it?" His voice is sharper.

"If I lose, you get fucked." I don't understand why he doesn't get this.

"So what? I've already stated for the record that I've been fucked
before. Worst case is I get fucked again. No big deal."

"It is a big deal. I don't want him thinking he's better than you." The
tone of my answer communicates how important this is to me.

His hand quickly entwines in my hair. He yanks my head up hard and fast to
look him right in the eyes. His voice is hard and short and fringed with
his temper, "And just why is what he thinks so fucking important to you? I
don't give a flying fuck what he thinks about me, or you. I don't give a
flying fuck about him at all. What I do give a fuck about is how important
he is to you."

Without saying another word he's out of bed in one quick move. The bathroom
door slams shut a second later. I contemplate going to him or giving him
time and space. Knowing him well, I decide to give him some space. I go
outside to do my business as usual and then go up to shower. I take a
minute to decide if I should get dressed before going downstairs.

I enter the kitchen naked and kneel before him. He ignores me. I take a
breath and ask him, "May I please talk to you?" He looks at me attentively
but doesn't answer me. I take that as a yes, and continue, "I fucked
up. I'm sorry, really sorry. I get it. You can punish me any way you'd like
and I'll take it because I deserve it, but please, please, don't pull away
from me. That's what we always do, but we don't have to. We can both stay
right here and work it out. I love you and I want you, but I need you
too. I don't love Michael, and I sure as shit don't need him." Tears well
up unexpectedly in my eyes, and more unexpectedly in his. I see his whole
posture and attitude soften. A smile slowly spreads across his lips.

"But you want him? You didn't say you didn't want him. You said you didn't
need him and that you didn't love him, but you didn't say you didn't want
him." His whole demeanor is now calm and relaxed. I understand him. I know
he wants to be the only one I love, and he is. I can feel the relief, and
see it in him, as we both realize that we've gotten it right this time.

My smile matches his as I ask, "Two out of three ain't so bad, is it?"

"I can live with it. You're going to suffer big time for it. You do know
that, right? I mean really suffer." His smile is wicked now.

"Yeah, I do know it." My stomach lurches as what he's saying sinks in.

The day passes smoothly, and I'm figuring I got a break from getting my ass
paddled, because my boss was out all day. Just before quitting time his
secretary comes for me telling the boss man wants to see me. My heart sinks
but I remain optimistic thinking there are a lot of things he might want to
see me about. I enter his office hopeful, but it doesn't last long.

"Drop your pants and bend over." Is all he has to say to me. Fuck! I drop
my pants and bend over the back of the chair and assume what has become a
very familiar position. He wails twenty solid cracks down on my ass with
his favorite paddle. He hits hard, with an inward motion, increasing both
the sting and the thud of the impact. I grit my teeth and take it as
quietly as possible trying to spare myself the embarrassment of his
secretary hearing and knowing what's going on. I'm relieved when he's done,
but that doesn't last long either. I feel his cock at my hole and gasp out
air as he pushes his cock into me. One straight and steady push, until he's
balls deep. He grabs the back of my hair and pushes my face into the seat
of the chair I'm bent over. He pulls out and pushes back in hard and
fast. I gasp in pain and he pushes my face deeper into the cushion to
muffle the sound. He fucks me hard, really hard. So hard, the chair moves
across the room. He pulls out and then steps into it as he slams his dick
back into me. Finally, it's over. He pulls me back and pushes me on my
knees to clean his cock off with my mouth. He leaves me on my knees while
he tells me, "Take the day off tomorrow. I'll see you at the pool
tournament on Saturday. I'm looking forward to it." He walks out, and as he
opens the door his secretary and I make eye contact.

I get up and pull myself together as quickly and as best I can without any
real way to clean up. I take a deep breath as I walk out. His secretary is
as polite as ever, wishing me a good night and good luck at the
tournament. I say good night and thank him for his good wishes. As I walk
away I turn back around. It strikes me that his hair is longer than mine
is.  "Thank you for being discreet." He just winks. I ask him, "Boss man
ever have anything to say about your hair?"

"Yeah, he likes it long, but you obviously already know that." He's more
relaxed than usual.

"He likes to give me a hard time about it." I tell him honestly.

"Well, you know he's going to find something to give you a hard time about,
it might as well be that." His face gets serious. "I'm sorry, Sir, I
shouldn't have said that. That was..."

"Relax." I tell him. "This conversation stays between us. If you don't mind
my asking, what does he give you a hard time about?"

He looks down, "Talking too much." He blushes as he says it.

"Got it. So you won't say a word about this, or else." My tone is teasingly
threatening.

He shifts uncomfortably, "No, Sir. Not a word." I leave it at that.

Cory and Ross are already at the house when I get there. There's a bag of
take-out food on the counter. I hear them in the living room and go in to
say hello. We exchange friendly greetings and they explain that they
figured it would be good to get in a couple of practice games early, and
then just chill the rest of the night. It sounds good to me.

I ask them, "want to do that now?"

Cory looks mischievous, "Don't you have something else you're supposed to
do first?" His glance goes to the slave chair he designed. My stomach
sinks.

"I'll go get undressed and clean up. Then I'll be down." I resignedly tell
them.

"No. Strip down here and get on it. We want to watch." Cory knows how to
work the humiliation factor.

I take a deep breath, "Steven doesn't like my clothes in here." That's the
truth. Also, I never got a chance to clean up after my boss fucked me, so I
continue, "And I really need to clean myself up."

Ross pulls his belt out of his pants in one easy motion and folds it in
half. I immediately begin yanking off my clothes as quickly as possible. He
stands there ready, while Cory remains sitting on the sofa with a huge grin
on his face. I'm naked in seconds. Ross lightly strikes my cock, which is
already at full mast, with the belt. They both laugh. I turn around to get
in the right position for the slave chair, and they see my ass.

"Whew! Who'd you piss off? You obviously got some serious whoop ass." Cory
asks.

"My boss doesn't like my long hair. He paddles my ass for it every day." I
explain.

"Good. Does he usually grease you up first, too?" Ross asks.

I feel the heat rise in my face with my embarrassment. "No. Today he fucked
me too."

"Spread your cheeks. Let us see it." Ross commands.

Damn. I pull me cheeks apart for them to see my hole. Ross puts pressure on
the back of my neck and bends me over. "Grab your ankles, boy. This is a
good position for you today." He strikes my ass with the belt, but not too
hard. The humiliation of it is far worse than the pain. He just keeps
toying at it, striking me with the belt as I stay bent over.

Steven comes in, "Make yourselves at home guys." He says
sarcastically. Turning the phrase Mi casa es su casa, he says instead, "Mi
bitch, es su bitch. Nice work on his ass." He looks closer and is
surprised, "Which one of you faggots already fucked him?" He plops down on
the sofa as he asks the question.

Cory volunteers, "Not us. He came home like that."

Steven tells Ross, "Hit him harder then. There's a price to pay for whoring
it out." Ross slashes the belt across my ass. I don't know whether to
explain, or not." Ross lands several more before stopping. The pain is
right up there with the humiliation at this point. He sits back down, but I
stay in position. They chat amongst themselves, talking about their
respective days, and the plans for the evening.

Finally, I'm told to go get cleaned up and to come back down in a pair of
athletic pants for dinner. Dinner is good. Afterward, we shoot a couple of
practice games and my game is dead on. We head to the living room to watch
some television. Cory pulls off his shirt, drops his pants and steps out of
them. He plops down on the couch. Pulling his cock and balls over the waist
band of his boxers he tells me, "Here, munch on this." He wags his semi to
emphasize his instructions. He's obviously very comfortable with the whole
arrangement. The expression on Ross and Steven's face tells me that this is
how the evening is going to go.

I drop to my knees between Cory's legs and suck on his cock. I work it long
and slow, occasionally stopping to lick and suckle at his balls. Cory is
lean and tight. His cock is awesome. It's a bit humiliating and degrading
to be giving a blow job while they're sitting around watching television,
but what the hell. He rests his head back and gets into it more, so I know
he's getting closer. I work him with slower, more deliberate strokes, and
move him along. He waits until a commercial and moans softly. He lifts up a
bit and starts fucking my face gently. He moans and sighs softly as he
shoots his load into my mouth. I have no problem swallowing it all. He
tucks himself back into his boxers and asks if anyone wants a drink as he
swaggers into the kitchen.

Ross tucks his waistband under his balls and leans back on the sofa. I take
my cue and move my mouth down on his cock. Ross is more masculine. He's
much hairier, even though I trimmed him out. He's more muscular. While Cory
is lean and tight, Ross has some bulging muscles. His scent is stronger,
lingering in his bush and ball sac. He's hot as hell. He tunes out the
television and the others and concentrates on his blow job. He languishes
in it while I work his dick gently, but steadily. He moves his head from
side to side as he gets closer. I work him even slower so his orgasm really
builds. I feel his muscles tense subtly and slow down even more. He
tightens, and then erupts into my mouth. Volley after volley of his cum
shoots into me. I still have no problem swallowing every drop.

Cory looks to Steven, "What's your game plan?"

"I'll fuck him later." Is his response, which is now predictable.

"What's up with that? A little active participation on your part is
somewhat expected." Cory pushes.

Steven thinks about it. "It's like this. First, you guys are straight, or
at least claim to be. I didn't think you'd have much interest in watching a
couple of guys go at it, especially after you've cum." He hesitates, "Also,
there's this; you guys haven't even come close to his limits yet. We play
in a different league, sometimes. He's your brother, just how much do you
want to know and participate in? I don't want you to end up thinking less
of him or hating me for what I do to him."

Cory shakes his head, but it's Ross who answers him. "It's not like
that. You both have the right to live your life any way you choose to. As
long as you're both consenting, we have no issues. The reality is you've
built an awesome life together, and we really respect that you have the
balls to do what you want. As for us, it's all shits and giggles anyway. We
can choose to stay or we can choose to leave."

Cory adds, "Besides, I want to see him get fucked. He must like it, and you
must be good at it, since you're the one he's chosen to be with forever and
ever and all that happy horseshit. So, fuck away, and don't hold back on
our account. In fact, the nastier, the better. I've got no interest in
watching you two be all lovey and cuddly. Do that shit on your own time. I
want to see a show and be a part of the action."

"Then let's drag his ass downstairs and I'll show you some of the stuff we
do." Steven is up and moving a split second later. They pick me up and
carry me roughly downstairs. I try to brace myself mentally for whatever
might be coming.

I'm laid out on the bondage table. My ankles are cuffed into a spreader bar
first, my legs are lifted back and then my wrists are cuffed into the same
spreader bar, leaving me bent in half with my arms and legs in the air. The
spreader bar is attached to an electric winch, and I'm hoisted up until my
ass is level with Steven's crotch. Just my shoulders remain on the table,
and it's slid out from under me, leaving me hanging there.

Steven ties a rope around my balls pulling them into the bottom of my ball
sack. He then pulls the rope tight, attaching it to the spreader bar. I
lift my ass higher to take some of the tension off of my balls. It's a trap
I fall into every time and he uses the opportunity to pull the rope
tighter.

He puts a wire appliance in my mouth that holds my mouth open wide. He
reaches in and pulls my tongue out. He pulls it side to side. I can't
express how absolutely humiliating this is to me. He tells my brothers,
"Spit in his mouth. Just gather your saliva in your mouth and spit it into
his. He likes that." Oh bullshit! I like it when he does it, but no one
wants their brothers to spit in their mouth. There's nothing I can do about
it other than to swallow it as they do it.

Steven takes out a small flogger with thin leather frays about eight inches
long. Fuck! I know how much this flogger stings. He starts out slow, and
easy, but with increasing intensity, assaulting my balls, my dick, my pubic
area, my perineum, and my ass crack. My cock is rock hard from the
stimulation and he keeps it up until I'm screaming into the appliance
holding my mouth open. Steven tells Cory, "put a sock in his mouth to shut
him up." Cory pulls off his sneakers and socks and stuffs one of his sweaty
socks into my mouth. He tells me, "We'll piss soak the sock if you don't
shut up." I keep quiet as he assaults my whole crotch and ass area some
more. Finally, they get bored with the flogger. My whole crotch area is
flaming hot and beet red.

He attaches nipple clamps to my nipples. They bite hard into my nipples and
I yelp in pain. "That was your last warning. One more sound and we soak
that sock in piss." I keep quiet as he attaches leather strips to the
nipple clamps and pulls them tight, tying the leather strips to the
spreader bar. It hurts like a motherfucker! I reflexively pull myself up to
take some of the pressure off and the bastard pulls them tighter. Fuck! I
can't believe I do the same stupid thing every time. The pressure is
tremendous on my arms and legs in my effort to save my nipples and balls. I
concentrate on not making any noise.

He lays several donut shaped weights on my chest. They're not very heavy. I
don't know what's coming next. I'm sure I don't want to know. He leaves the
weights on my chest as he unties the rope holding my balls from the
spreader bar. My heart rate jumps as I begin to figure out what he's
doing. He threads the rope through the weights laying them on my balls
before pulling the rope tight and tying it to the spreader bar again. There
are six of them and collectively there's some weight behind them, putting a
dull pressure on my balls. Not comfortable, but not too bad either. The
visual affect is good, and I'm relieved that it's not as bad as it
looks. My relief is short lived. He slides them up the rope and holds them
up there.

I fight the panic back. I plead with my eyes. I keep quiet so as not to
piss him off. I don't quite believe he's going to do this to me. His smile
is wicked as he says. "On the count of three. One, two, three." He lets one
of the weights go and it slides down the rope on a direct route to my
balls. I buck and moan when it hits my balls, yanking the ropes to my ball
sack and nipples. The pain is strong and sudden. They seem to enjoy
it. "That was fun, let's do it again. One, two, three." He lets the second
weight go and I buck and struggle again as it slams into my balls, again
yanking my ball sack and nipples all over again.

Cory asks, "Can I do the next one?" He doesn't wait for an answer and takes
the remaining four from Steven. "I have no intention of doing all the work
little brother. You count this time." I fucking hate this. "OOPS!" He lets
one go before I have a chance to count. I jump as much from the surprise of
it as the pain and grunt loudly when it hits. It hurts even more as the
total weight increases.

Ross volunteers, "That's it. There's too much fucking noise coming from
you." He straddles my face, pulls out his cock, holds my head up by my
hair, and pisses straight at my mouth, soaking my face and the sock in my
mouth with his piss. It takes a little time until the piss soaks through
the sock and I taste it. I have to swallow as it soaks through.

Cory lets the next weight go as soon as Ross is finished pissing on me. It
fucking hurts so bad. Squirming makes it worse, but I can't help it. Every
time I swallow I taste piss, and every time I breathe, I smell it. Steven
grabs my hard dick and strokes it a few times. I'm humiliated at being
turned on by all of this in front of everyone. Cory lets the next weight
go. Damn him! The dumb fuck doesn't even give me any warning. I yell at him
through the gag.

He calmly asks Steven, "What's he saying?"

Just as calmly Steven answers, "I think he wants some warning." I nod to
confirm he got it right.

"Okay." Cory gives in. "I can understand that. In fact, you decide when I
should let it go. I'll wait. Just nod when you're ready." Oh fuck. I try to
prepare myself. I can't bring myself to do it.

Steven comes beside me holding an electric fly swatter. He touches it to
the tip of my dick and I get a single sharp shock from it. It feels like my
dick got stabbed with a hot dagger. Dammit! I jerk around from it, yanking
everything. He explains, "I got bored waiting. I'm getting bored again." He
touches it to my dick again and I scream out and jump again. I'm afraid
he'll do it again so I nod to Cory and he lets the last weight drop,
slamming into my aching balls.

Ross comments, "I didn't get a turn."

"Well that's not fair." Steven comforts him. "We'll just have to do it
again. Right?" He touches the fucking flyswatter to my dick again. "I asked
you a question, asshole. We should do this again, right?" I nod furiously
to prevent him from zapping me again. "See, he likes it. Let's do two at a
time and see if he likes it. In between, I'll do this." He shocks my dick
again. I buck and yell into the piss soaked gag.

Ross slides the weights back up the rope. Cory says. "I'll just stand here
and watch." He straddles my face, so my face is up against his ass. He
holds the leather straps yanking my nipples painfully. I pull myself up to
take some more of the pressure off, pushing my face further up his
ass. "Oops. Excuse me. I just farted." They all laugh. I don't.

Ross drops two weights. I buck violently yanking everything. Oh fuck. Cory
tightens his legs around my face holding me tight up against his
ass. "Oops. Farted again." They all laugh, again.

Steven says, "My turn." The fucking shock to my dick makes me scream. A
split second later the weights drop. I pull up hard but can't go anywhere
but further up Cory's ass. I sob into his ass crack. He clamps down even
tighter and farts again. Steven tells him, "Oh fuck man, cut that shit out!
It smells like something crawled up your ass and died."

He gets off me, "Nope. He's still alive." They think he's hilarious.

Ross talks, "Okay asshole. This time I want to hear you ask me for
it. Don't forget to say please, and you better not forget to say thank
you."

I suck it up and talk incoherently into the gag. "Please drop
them. Please." I can't stand waiting anymore. He lets them drop. I pull
myself up and hold my breath. Steven touches the swatter to my dick. I hold
my position and my breath, so he does it again, and again. I let out my
breath with a scream and drop back down hard. So hard, the clamps on my
nipples are yanked hard and I scream again with the new wave of pain. It
takes me a minute to calm down and breathe normally again.

"Let's play a new game." Steven suggests.

"I'm in." Cory says.

"Me too." Ross adds. No one asks me.

The table is slid back under me to where only my upper back and shoulders
are resting on it. Steven takes hold of one of the nipple clamps and taunts
me, "Oh fuck! This is gonna hurt bad." He moves the clamp around sending
waves of pain through my nipple. "Do me a favor Cory; when I take this off
I'll count to three and then you suck on his nipple really hard to get the
blood flowing back into it quickly." Cory looks stunned and
confused. Steven pulls the clamp off starts counting. When he gets to three
he tells Cory, "Suck it. Man. You gotta suck it to get the blood into it
quickly. Cory does it. It absolutely hurts like a mother fucker! I pull
myself up and off the table. Cory reflexively pushes me back down and keeps
sucking on my nipple. The sharp pain fades into a dull ache.

"Your turn." Steven tells Ross.

"I've got a much better idea." Ross answers. "I'll take the clamp off and
you suck his nipple, cause unlike Cory, there's no way in hell I'm sucking
on a guy's tit." Steven laughs as Cory turns bright red. Ross pulls off the
other nipple clamp and I about hit the ceiling before Steven pushes me back
down and attacks my nipple. He uses a combination of sucking and biting
that draws the pain out longer.

Steven points out to everyone, "He never loses his bone." They look down at
my hard dick and snicker. "Okay, Now his balls. "Cory, when I untie them, I
want you to suck and bite them hard to get the blood back into them."

"No fucken way dude! I'm not falling for that again. I'll untie them and
you suck them." He tells Steven commandingly. He takes hold of my balls and
unties them really quickly. It sends waves of pain through me. Steven goes
down on them, sucks them into his mouth, and crushes down on them as he
sucks them hard. I let out a long slow scream into the gag. He stops as the
pain eases out.

Cory defends himself. "There's no fucken way I'd do that."

Ross points out, "No? You just had your hands all over his balls. There's
no fucken way I'd do that."

Cory blushes again and defends himself, "It's just part of the game." They
ignore entirely that they're talking about things Steven and I do all the
time.

Ross continues to taunt him, "I'm just saying you're a little more
enthusiastic a player than I would have thought you'd be."

"Yeah, well...," Cory really has no comeback, "I play to win." No one
comments even though that made no sense.

Steven undoes my hands from the spreader bar, and pulls them back over my
head, stretched tight, and ties them to the end of the table. He slides the
table down so my legs are pulled back and suspended over my chest so that
he has full access to my open ass. He holds a ball crusher over my face so
I can see it and anticipate what's coming. He clamps it around my balls,
and then tightens the flat end so it crushes my balls. He tightens it until
I'm bucking like crazy trying to get some relief. They just watch until I
adjust and settle into the pain. I lay there exhausted and whimpering.

Steven tells them, "I don't want you to get bored while I'm fucking him, so
here are some toys for you to play with. This is a violet wand. Let the
hanging chain rub across his skin and he'll get an electric shock that will
feel like a hot serrated knife being dragged across his skin. Don't leave
it in one place too long or it might actually burn him." He demonstrates it
on me for them. He then lightly touches it to each of their arms so they
can see for themselves what it feels like. They both jump from it. He
explains that it hurts a lot more when it is used on more sensitive
areas. He drags it slowly across my dick and I scream again.

"Next, we have the electric bug zapper. It gives a single shock that hurts
like a mother fucker. You've already seen that one work. We also have this
little gizmo. It's exactly what it looks like, a rodeo spur. Roll it on his
skin and it's like being pricked with a set of rolling needles. Don't press
too hard because you don't want to break the skin. Lastly, there are these
assorted instruments of pain; strap, paddle, flogger, hairbrush... feel free
to keep yourselves entertained. I'll be down here watching while I fuck
him."

Steven slides his cock into me slowly in one long, smooth, inward
stroke. My sphincter opens to accept him inside me. He slowly moves in and
out of me as he watches Ross and Cory experiment with the toys he'd given
them. Ross likes the violet wand and the reaction it gets from me as he
uses it on various parts of my body. I suck it up by holding my breath as
he rakes it along my stomach, chest, arms, or legs; but I let out a slow
scream as he drags it across my cock and balls or let's it set on my
already sore nipples. Cory is like a kid with A.D.D. switching between all
the other implements. The fucking hairbrush is a bitch.

Steven passes time sliding his dick in and out of me as he watches
them. He's much more interested in what they're doing to me than in what
he's doing to me. This goes on for quite awhile and I'm getting
increasingly uncomfortable and tired. I'm squirming, moaning, and jerking
around. It's like all my nerve endings are right at the surface and every
move they're making is irritating as all hell. Steven smiles at me
satisfied, and thoroughly enjoying what's going on. Ross hands Cory the
violet wand and picks up the small strap. Cory explores using the violet
wand by dragging it very slowly across my body. He drags it agonizingly
slowly across my cock and balls.

Cory uses the strap in short stinging blows across my stomach, up my chest,
and on my exposed armpits. That fucking hurts. The appliance in my mouth
prevents me from gritting my teeth, but all I want to do is grit my teeth,
hold my breath, and take it. Instead, I sob into the gag and feel the tears
run down the side of my face. My tears make Ross and Cory back off, but
it's what Steven has been waiting for. He picks up the pace and fucks me
faster and harder. He encourages them to continue as he plows me. My whole
body is screaming hot in my long, slow, suffering. Steven pulls out and
shoots his load across my cock and balls. His cum pours out on me.

They pull back and leave me laying there. They talk about the experience
and how cool it was for them. I easily cope with the discomfort of the
position they've left me in. I've been in much worse.

As they finish up their conversation, Steven asks them if there's anything
else they want to do to me before he releases me. Cory asks him,
"Everyone's cum but him. Aren't you going to let him get off?"

"I'm done, but you can get him off if you want to." Steven states
matter-of-factly.

Cory looks at him thoughtfully and somewhat confused. "I'm not going to get
him off, but can't he just get himself off?"

"Nope, his orgasms aren't for his pleasure. They're for our pleasure and
our entertainment. I'm done. If you'd enjoy him getting off then you can
make it happen." Steven is fucking with his head. Ross is obviously up to
speed and watches with great interest.

Cory looks around at the various implements around the room. His face
lights up when he sees something he wants. He takes the vibrating massager
and plugs it in. He braces it against the head of my dick and turns it on
high. Waves of pleasure work through my dick. It feels so good. I
concentrate on how good it feels and replay the scene we just had in my
head in an effort to get over the edge and cum. I'm right at the edge, but
can't get over it. Dammit!

Steven tells Cory, "Jump up on the table and rub your foot across his
face. The humiliation of being a foot kisser will get him off. I'm
embarrassed as all hell when it works. As he's rubbing his foot across my
face, I shoot my load. I fire my cum across my stomach and pelvis. I'm
exhausted after cumming. Steven pulls the sock out of my mouth and lays it
on my chest, but tells me not to talk. Not that I could with the appliance
still in my mouth. "You look comfortable enough to me." My stomach sinks as
I realize he's going to leave me tied up here, at least for awhile.

Cory comes to my aid again, "It's getting late. Doesn't he have to get up
for work early tomorrow?"

"Nope, he's got the day off." Steven tells him.

"Fuck him then." They make their way toward the door and I overhear Cory
tell them, "I can spare the day off and babysit for him tomorrow..." I don't
hear the rest of the conversation as the door closes behind them.

Steven wakes me from a sound sleep. I'm disoriented and have lost track of
time. I'm surprised when I find out I'd slept only an hour or so. He allows
me to clean up and to join him in bed. I get up with him in the morning
even though I don't have to work. I even make everyone a big breakfast and
everyone chows down. Steven gives a firm warning before leaving, "Behave
yourself today!" We all laugh because he gave the warning to Cory, not me.

Cory and I take out the motorcycles and go for a long ride in the
country. It's a picture perfect day and the ride is exhilarating and
calming at the same time. We stop at a country diner and enjoy a great
lunch. I reach for the bill when it comes but Cory snatches it right out of
my hand in a quick and easy motion. "I've got it. It's the least I can do
for the hard time I've been giving you."

"Okay, but I'm still telling mommy and daddy." He gets the joke, laughs for
only a couple of seconds, and then clops me upside the head as he slides
out of the booth. I follow him out still laughing. The ride back home is as
much fun as the ride out.

As he's leaving I call out to him, "Hey!" He turns around to listen. "Thank
you, for everything."

"It's all good," he asks?

"It's all good," I assure him. He leaves with a smile.

Steven and I have quiet and easy evening at home. I don't even go near the
pool table even though the pool match is tomorrow. That's the way I do
it. I'm as ready as I can possibly be. Steven holds me tight when we go to
bed and assures me of how proud of me he is, and that he has every
confidence I'll come out on top. I'm struck by how much I love him.