Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 21:20:33 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 5: Upping the Stakes

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 5: Upping the Stakes

I wake up well rested and feeling pretty good except
for some soreness and tenderness. My leg hurts and I
struggle not to favor it because I know that will only
make it worse. I look at myself in the mirror; I do
that a lot now. I have lots of marks and bruises from
last night added to what I already had. Some belt
marks are clearly visible and a number of welts are
very red. Some of the black and blues are fading to a
sickly yellow and green.

I like it. It might not make sense but I find it
really hot! It might be arrogant but I know I'm good
looking and I have a good build and a great set of
jewels. I'm not going to hide from the world, but I
know I'm going to have to endure a lot of
embarrassment and humiliation to continue in this
lifestyle. I'm determined to keep my life in good
order. I've worked really hard to get where I am and
I'm not going to give it up or fuck it up now.

I head out to the gym. I see the guys staring at my
bruises as I change into my usual workout clothes of
shorts and a muscle shirt. A couple of them ask what
happened and I put a big smile on my face and tell
them. "Let's just say I lost a bet, and it was a hell
of a bet." A couple of guys give me a thumbs up or a
nod to show they understand. I go looking for David. I
find him in his office, "Got a minute?"

"Sure. Come in and close the door." He looks at me and
I can tell he's checking out the bruises.

"Did Steven explain things to you yesterday?" I ask.

"He didn't have to. Between the collar around your
neck and the bruises all over your body it was pretty
easy to figure out. Some of the yahoos around here
might not understand but I'm no yahoo."  He leans back
in his office chair. I notice he hasn't asked me to
sit down like he always has in the past when we talk.

"Okay, so you understand. Would you have any problem
with being my trainer?"

"Listen man, it's your life. I have no problem with
how you choose to live it. You're an adult. Honestly,
I really respect you for having the courage to be
yourself. I know all about bodies and I know what you
had to have endured to bruise like that. You're a
better man than I am. I couldn't take it. I'd be
honored to be your trainer." I feel a great sense of
relief. "Go do your cardio and I'll put a routine
together and catch up to you." I turn to leave but he
calls me back, "Hey, you've been honest with me so I'm
going to be honest with you. I'm into the scene. I'm
really jealous of Steven. I'd love to get my hands on
you." My hands instinctively go to my crotch.

I have to learn the language and how to flirt and make
contacts in this lifestyle and this seems like a good
place to start. "The way I see it's your right and
privilege as a man." He's definitely intrigued.

"What about Steven?" he asks.

"I honestly don't know. I'm too new to this; I don't
know how it works. He and I have been friends since we
were kids; but we're not a couple or anything. We just
discovered this new interest and are going with it.
You can talk to him. I think he wants others involved.
I know I do. I'm sure it will settle down but right
now I can't get enough."

He nods his understanding. "Get to work before I kick
your ass!" He says with a big smile and I walk out
feeling great.

Steven comes in while I'm on the treadmill. I greet
him joyfully calling him Sir.

"Are you okay?" He's never talkative in the morning.

"I'm good." I answer honestly.

"No long sleeves and pants today?"

"Nope. I figure I better get over it. I have a
question. David is into the scene and interested in
getting his hands on me. Is that okay?"

"Fuck yeah! I wanna watch though!" David happens to
walk over at that moment and Steven extends his hand
to him, "Happy to have you in the program! The more
people making him suffer the better I like it. All I
ask is that you be a friend and let me watch
sometimes."

"I'll be happy to. I've put together a routine for
him, Interested?" Steven nods. "You need endurance and
flexibility. Lots of stretching and cardio. We want
your muscles defined but not bulging. You're going to
have to eat to keep some body fat. It will make it
better to absorb some of the beatings you're going to
be taking. The muscle and the fat will protect your
internal organs. The stretching and flexibility will
allow for more creative and long term bondage. Sound
good? It must sound good. You both have happy pants."

The workout is tough, but doable. I have to leave more
time in the morning so I'm not late for work. The day
goes great and I have a very productive day at work.
Even my secretary commented that I was on my game
today. I laughed when she said she was glad I started
wearing long sleeve shirts and ties because they made
me look more professional. She'd die if she knew what
I was covering up.

I had lunch with Jimmy on Wednesday and we had a good
talk. He wants no part of the scene. I told him that
was cool and I understood. I told him he didn't have
to like it or understand it I just needed him to
accept that I did and to be supportive. He readily
agreed and we had a good lunch like always.

I got a bunch of stuff done around the house and made
sure I connected with family. All in all it was a good
week and I was definitely looking forward to getting
together with the guys to shoot some pool. I hadn't
seen or heard from Sir all week but he'd given me no
indication that I would and no invitation to contact
him. I was secretly hoping, longing, praying that
he'll be at the pool hall. I laugh to myself. I
haven't exactly been racking up the dates in the last
year or two and now I'm looking at several
possibilities. Life is good.

I'm high energy on Thursday! Great work out, great day
at work, feeling good! I'm horny as hell because
Steven had said no every time I asked him if I could
masturbate. I asked a lot! It was a turn on to hear
him say no to me. I laugh at myself and how fucked up
my wiring is.

I'm all showered and dressed waiting for them to
arrive when the phone rings. I know it's him and
respectfully say hello. He tells me, "I want you naked
and on your knees when we get there." I have no chance
to respond or ask any questions. I take my clothes off
and listen by the window for his car. I drop to my
knees and wait for them to come in. Him and John enter
together and take a seat. I feel so self conscious
being naked in this situation.

"How are you feeling? Most of the bruises are gone."
Steven notices.

"I'm good." I tell him.

"Let's go then." I crawl over to my clothes and remain
sitting to pull on my jock and pants over it. I reach
for my socks and shoes and he says, "No." I reach for
my shirt and again he says, "No." I'm confused. I
can't go out without a shirt or any shoes. "Give me
your wallet, your money, and your keys." I hand them
to him. He opens the door and motions for me to leave.
I look down at my stuff and follow him out the door.
He uses my keys and drives my car. John makes me sit
in the back. I know what they're doing but it still
ticks me off.

My anxiety level jumps a few notches when he turns in
the opposite direction of where I thought we were
going. Part of me is excited but part of me is
disappointed because I was really looking forward to
shooting some pool. It is one of my favorite things to
do. I have no idea where we're going as he pulls into
a driveway. I figure we're going to play here. Steven
jumps out of the car and goes into the house. He comes
out with David a minute later.

David approaches the car and says, "There's no fucking
way I'm riding with this fucking low life piece of
shit." It doesn't do my ego any good that the guy I
was hoping would ask me out won't even get in the car
with me.

"Of course not; get in the back asshole." Steven
barks. It's my fucking SUV and I'm put in the cargo
area with the cargo cover pulled over me. I wonder
what his neighbors think when this half naked guy is
put in the back. I try to figure out where we're going
but I'm disoriented leaving from David's. They stop
and shut off the car so I know we've arrived. I have
no idea where we are. It's a private club and there's
a guard at the door but he knows David is a member and
lets us in.

The fucking place is awesome. It's a dungeon like
something you'd only read about. My mouth hangs open
and my anxiety level jumps way up. I'm not really
surprised when I see Sir sitting at the bar and I'm
struck again by how good looking he is. Everyone
exchanges greetings, but not with me. Sir looks at me
and points to the bathroom, "You know where to wait
for us." He has got to be kidding! "Now!" He commands.
Dammit! This really sucks! I go into the bathroom by
myself and get on all fours and stick my head in the
toilet bowl. I can hear them laughing and joking
around out in the bar. John walks in and says excuse
me while pulling my head from the bowl. He pisses in
it and then pushes my head over it again and rejoins
the others. I'm feeling sorry for myself being in here
alone. I'd rather be in there suffering than in here
alone. How sick is that?

I jump as the toilet flushes and they all laugh. "Come
on asshole, let's play some pool." I follow Sir
through the bar to where the pool tables are. There
are a bunch of guys and they all look pretty rough.
"Since there are five of us, we'll take bank shots to
see who plays. The best four takes it, and gives us
the playing order. The game is twenty one." Sir gives
the directions. We each take a bank shot. I take
first! Yes! I rule at pool! I think to myself. I try
to hide my excitement. John comes in last so he has to
sit this one out.

John looks at me. "Spread your legs asshole, I want to
kick you in your fucking nuts." He gets my full
attention and the attention of some of the others who
stop what they're doing to watch. I quickly come down
from my high. Fuck! What was I expecting? I spread my
legs for him and he takes his shot! OH FUCK! I double
over from the pain. I've learned to take deep breaths
and try to relax to make it pass quicker.

"Come on. Take your shot." Sir tells me. I compose
myself and make the break, landing two balls. I call
my next shot when John gets up.

"Wait. I feel like kicking you in the balls again." Oh
shit! I spread my legs again and he drops me with a
solid kick to my balls. I pull myself up and take the
shot I called and land it. John is already moving
toward me. No one says anything as I spread my legs
for him again. He drops me again! I sure as shit can't
keep up this pace. Several guys are milling about
watching. I call my next shot and miss it on purpose.

"That'll cost you." Sir says moving toward me. "Every
time you miss it's another kick in the balls." What
the fuck? I get kicked if I land it and kicked if I
miss? I can't take this all night. I spread my legs
again and take another wicked shot to the nuts. I come
to the realization that we're not shooting pool
tonight.

I clutch my balls and walk to John and hand him my
stick. I drop to my knees and kneel before them. They
gather around me. "It took you long enough asshole.
Lose the pants and underwear. " I take them off.
Steven and David bend me over and hold me while Sir
shoves the butt end of his pool stick up my ass. It
hurts so bad! Impaled with my ass on his stick I'm
lead around the bar in front of everyone. He pulls the
stick high so I'm on my toes and moves fast. I
struggle to keep my balance. He has everyone's
attention at this point.

"Okay gentlemen. You know the game and you know the
house rules. Take your turn at our boy here. Who's
in?"  He pulls the stick out of my ass and points to
the floor where I kneel down. Handing his stick to
Steve he comes up behind me and yanks my balls back up
between my legs. I drop my hands to the floor to keep
my balance and he whales a couple of sharp cracks of
his hand across my ass. I stay on all fours.

The first guy comes up holding a butt plug shaped like
a big uncut cock. "Let's start this out right." He
pushes it against my hole and I can tell by how cold
it is that's it's lubed. He pushes it slow and steady
never easing on the pressure. It feels like he's
trying to push a fucking freight train up my ass and
despite my best efforts and all my skill as a bottom
it still hurts going in.

The next guy immediately pulls me up by my balls and
fastens a very tight ball splitter around my balls
with another strap bending my cock down between my
balls. Nipple clamps bite into the tips of my nipples
sending pain through them. A ball gag is strapped into
my mouth. The next guys fasten a leather collar around
my neck with straps behind it that my arms are
fastened into holding them pulled up high behind my
back. I'm backed up into a two sided box where I'm
made to kneel again. My ankles are tied to each side
spreading them apart. A round pole is slid though the
sides of the box behind my knees making it where I
can't move them at all. I'm pushed into a sitting
position and another pole is slid through across the
top of my thighs locking me in tight from the waist
down. I'm bent all the way forward and a pole is slid
in behind my neck making it where I can't get up. I
try to move different parts of my body and I realize I
can't move at all. To say I'm uncomfortable would be
an understatement. I fight back the panic and try to
stay calm.

I can't really see anybody or what they're doing. I
don't know what I'm feeling but it feels like stickers
are being put on me. It takes awhile as they're doing
whatever they're doing and I'm miserably
uncomfortable. All of a sudden I know what they did!
They attached electricity to the tabs they applied and
I'm racked with electrical stimulation! My muscles
contract and release making me twitch and jerk around
uncontrollably. My muscles are fighting my restraints
and I'm taking a beating with no one even touching me.
I fight the panic of having no control over my own
body. My muscles are cramping and hurting causing a
deep pain like I've never felt before.

It stops and it takes a minute or so until my muscles
stop twitching completely. Sir leans close, "Okay. Now
that you know what it feels like we'll do it again.
Hold on bucko." I try to scream but nothing comes out
as he starts it again. The pain goes completely
through me and I abandon any hope of getting them to
stop it and resign myself to enduring it for as long
as it lasts. It lasts way too long.

I have to be helped out and I'm stretched out on the
floor face down when it ends. The butt plug and the
gag are still in place and my arms are still
restrained. "Welcome to the big time." Sir says. "This
is what it's like in the pro circuit. Do you want to
play here or go back to the minor leagues? There's no
shame in it if you can't handle it. Most can't. To be
honest I think you can. In fact, I don't think you'll
ever be happy if you don't at least try. Your choice,
you can leave now or stay. You leave you don't come
back. You stay you take whatever we give you and do
whatever we say. Do you want to stay?" I nod my head
yes. They all clap. It's the only affirmation I'm
going to get.

I'm put back in the box. This time I'm on all fours
with my wrists, elbows, and upper arms strapped tight
to the sides. My knees and my upper thighs are also
strapped to the sides. My ankles are pulled up and
clipped to my upper thighs. A pole is slid through
under my hips and another under my upper chest.
Another pole is slipped in across my stomach but it's
higher than the other two so my back is arched. It
makes it a little tougher to breathe because I can't
take a deep breath. A heavy collar with a chin guard
is strapped around my neck totally immobilizing it.
This is bondage I never even knew existed. The ball
gag is replaced with a dildo gag that completely fills
my mouth stopping just before the back of my throat.
The butt plug is replaced with a bigger dildo attached
to the metal rod of a fucking machine. I'm left
impaled on it. My balls are tied and pulled down tight
toward the bottom of the box. This has taken a long
time to set up and I have no hope of getting out any
time soon.

My dick is lubed and worked until it's hard. A
cylinder made of PVC and lined with sheepskin is slid
over it and attached to a piston which slides it
slowly up and down the length of my shaft. It's the
only thing that feels good. The fucking machine is
turned on and it moves in long slow strokes into and
out of my ass. The flogging begins. My back is fully
exposed and I can't move at all.  It becomes
increasingly more painful as it goes on. I try to lose
myself in the pain I feel everywhere. I give no
thought to it stopping and resign myself to just being
in it and with it. I tell myself over and over to
embrace the pain and be one with it. The flogging
increases in intensity but it's not brutal. I adjust
to this new level of pain. I know it will increase
again and invite it to in my head. I plead in my head
for it to get worse. It does and I struggle to accept
it. I'm fighting back the fear of the pain. I tell
myself that this kind of pain doesn't cause any
damage. I'm in pain but I'm perfectly fine.

The flogging becomes brutal and I lose control of my
head space. The pain overtakes everything else. I want
to scream out Steven's name but I can't because of the
gag. I hear his voice. He's holding my face in his
hands. I realize the flogging has stopped. So has the
fucking machine. "It's okay. Calm down, It's okay.
You're okay. Relax. Breathe. Take as deep a breath as
you can. That's it. Breathe slowly." I calm down. I
relax some of my muscles.

He continues talking to me, "Listen, man. You're doing
good, but we're not done with you yet. You have to
take more." I start to panic again. "It's okay. You
can do it. This is what you were made for. You're
supposed to suffer like this. It's your place. It's
what you're supposed to do." the fucking machine is
turned back on. God, my ass hurts! "Concentrate on
your dick. It's still hard." The piston slides the
tube up and down my cock and I concentrate on it.
"Make me proud of you." He pulls away and the flogging
starts at the brutal level. I take it this time. I
take it until they stop it; until they're satisfied.

I'm let out of the box and again stretched out on the
floor. I'm given a drink and allowed to rest a few
minutes.

"Okay asshole. Get back on your knees." I pull myself
up. The guy talking to me is a mean looking mother
fucker. He's right in my face. "We just proved that
you're nothing more than a fucking piece of shit to us
and you just proved to all of us that you don't
deserve to be treated like a man. You're just a
fucking piece of property to us to do what we want to.
Get up you dumb fuck!" He drags me into the men's room
and throws me down on the floor. He hits and kicks me
a bunch of times. "Get your fucking face in the
toilet! Do It! Get your face in every one of those
shit pots and lick that porcelain. He drags me into
very stall and pushes my face into each bowl and makes
me lick it. "Now the urinals! Come on guys take a piss
so he can lick it out of the urinal and really know
his place." I'm forced to lick the back of each urinal
after someone has pissed in it. It is so disgusting I
almost gag. The same guy yanks me up by my collar and
pulls his dick out right in front of my face. "You're
lower than a piss pot to me. That urinal deserves more
respect than you, so I'm using you to piss in." He
pushes his dick in my mouth and lets his piss flow
into me. I swallow in fear of the punishment if I
don't. "That's only one end. You need piss in both
ends! Who wants to make a donation?" David pisses into
his beer bottle and I'm pushed down to the bathroom
floor and the open end of the bottle is shoved up my
ass. I can feel it draining into me. While it's still
emptying into me they piss all over me. One after the
other takes a leak all over me. I'm covered in their
piss. A towel is thrown on the floor and I'm ordered
to clean up the bathroom floor. I have nothing but the
towel and I have no choice but to wipe up the piss and
wring it out with my hands. I've never been lower. I
didn't know I could sink this low. There's a shower
and I rinse off before going back out and dropping to
my knees again.

I'm taken to a smaller, very dimly lit room. I'm bent
over a table and strapped down to it. One strap goes
across my lower back and is locked in place. The other
is across my upper back and locked in place. My ankles
are secured to the floor. My hands are tied in such a
way that I have a limited range of movement. A
blindfold is placed on me completely blocking out my
sight.

They go out and leave me alone, but not for long. They
come in and they fuck me. They fuck me in the ass.
They fuck my mouth. They come in one or two at a time
and fuck me over and over again. They dump their loads
in both ends. Some of them piss in my mouth after
cumming in me. I don't know who did what to me. I
don't even know how many used me. I just know they
fucked me and I was nothing more than a hole to fuck
to any one of them.

When all of them were done I was taken back out to the
main room and put on the floor. The guys who were left
stood in a circle around me. "Jerk off. We want to see
you cum." A disgusting amount of lube was poured all
over my cock. I stroke my dick. It hardens
immediately. It is so fucking hot to be made to jerk
off under their stare. The humiliation is so intense.
I decide to go for broke. I look Steven right in the
eye, "Please Sir, make me hurt. Please. I need to
hurt." Their hands are all over me! They slap, pinch,
and punch me. My balls are squeezed, twisted and
pulled. My nipples are tortured. I move toward an
orgasm. I'm thinking this is so perfect! This is
exactly how I want to get off! This is my fantasy come
true! I shoot my load. It's so intense I scream out as
I cum! My body is racked with all the sensations. They
go from ecstasy, to hell because they don't stop
hurting me after I cum. They continue to torture me
until I'm screaming. I lay panting and crying when
it's over.

They drive me home. As I'm walking into my house
Steven calls to me, "Hey, I'll be on my cell phone." I
go straight upstairs and look at myself in the mirror.
My back is all red and welted. My asshole is all
puffy. I have marks on my arms and ankles from the
restraints. I have red circles from the electro tabs
that were attached to me. My dick is hard again. I
ease into the hot wet luxury of my Jacuzzi. I wonder
how long I can keep this up.

I call Steven's cell phone. Instead of answering the
phone the three of them walk into my bathroom. He
tells me to get out of the tub and lie on the bathroom
floor to jerk off. They stand over me and watch. I
jerk off in front of them and orgasm for the second
time in an hour. David wipes his boot in the cum on my
stomach and puts it over my mouth. I don't wait for
him to tell me, I lick my cum off the bottom of his
boot. He uses the same boot to crush my balls between
my legs.

"Don't make any plans for the weekend." I nod in
agreement. They leave.