Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2005 20:35:12 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 7

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 7:  Total Humiliation

Steven's car is already there when I arrive at the
courts and John and Cliff pull in right behind me. I'm
really glad to see them. We decide to play singles
elimination rather than doubles. I play John while
Steven and Cliff play each other. I beat John and
Steven beats Cliff. We switch and I play Cliff this
time. He gives me a run for my money but I beat him
too. I'm really on my game today. Steven easily beats
John, which is pretty typical. Steven and I face off.
It's rare that I beat him but I'm determined and
motivated to get back some of my pride. I play with
everything I have, and win. I'm careful not to gloat
but John and Cliff razz him a bit.

We go to the locker room, which is empty except for
us. "Watch the door!" Steven tells Cliff. Peeling off
his shirt Steven motions me over, "I'm sweating like a
pig. Get over here and lick my pits out." He clasps
his hands behind his head and I look at his sweaty,
hairy pits. I ease my tongue across his underarm and
I'm filled with the smell and acrid taste of his
sweat. I lap up at both sides. John pulls his shirt
off and gives me his pits to clean. John is thin and
muscular and I have to work to get into the deep
cavern of his armpits. Steven snaps his fingers and
points to his feet. I get on my knees, take off his
tennis shoes and socks, and lick at his sweaty, smelly
feet. I lick out between his toes and suck each of his
toes into my mouth. John has taken off his own shoes
and socks off and pushes his big feet into my face. I
tongue bathe them as well as I did Steven's.

They each drop their shorts and underwear and stand
naked beside each other. I lap at their ball sacs
alternating between them. I lick all their sweat and
man scent from them both. John turns around putting
his ass in front of my face. Oh fuck! I run my tongue
up his crack searching out his hole and lick it. The
musky odor is deep and strong as I bathe his ass with
my tongue. Stepping away he looks at Steven.

Steven tells John to take Cliff's place watching the
door. "Lick out Cliff's ass." He tells me. I don't
understand why but this is much more humiliating than
if I had to lick out Steven's ass. I do as I'm told.
Cliff's ass is naturally hairless. Cliff turns around
and pushes his dick into my mouth, "Suck it." I'm
told. I secretly wish it were John or Steven. I work
Cliff's cock in and out of my mouth. He moans low and
deep as I do it. It doesn't take long before he fires
his load into my mouth and I swallow it in one easy
gulp. I've known Cliff since grade school and I've
never sucked him off before. No one knows but I used
to make him give me blowjobs when we were in high
school. I'd never told anyone that and hadn't thought
about it in years until just now. He steps away from
me and from the look on his face I know it is exactly
what he was thinking of too. He has a smug "he who
laughs last, laughs best" look on his face.

We shower, change, and go to lunch. It's a beautiful
day and we eat at an outside hamburger place by the
water. I don't touch my menu when it's put in front of
me. They all order burgers, fries, and milkshakes. I
look at Steven and he shakes his head no. SHIT! I'm
starving after playing tennis but say nothing. The
food comes and my mouth is watering watching them eat.
They talk about how good it all is and how hungry they
are after playing. No one offers me anything. Not one
fucking bite! FUCK! I'd be so grateful for their
scraps if they offered them to me and now I understand
what John meant when he said I'd regret my behavior
last time. I try to make amends, "I'm really sorry
about my behavior last time. I've learned my lesson."

"Not yet you haven't," John says harshly and Steven
and Cliff chuckle as if they know something I don't.

We drop their cars off on the way to Michael's house.
We enter the yard from the gate in the driveway to
find him sitting in the shade. They all say hi to each
other and John back kicks me in the balls and
reprimands me, "Get your fucking clothes off, and get
on your knees! I do it as quick as I can and kneel
before them naked. They tell Michael about my licking
the sweat out of their pits, licking their sweaty
balls and feet, and about sucking Cliffy off. I look
at the ground too embarrassed to look up. They joke
about how disgusting it was and how a real man would
never do anything like that. Michael has his feet
stretched out in front of him and just points to them.
I crawl over and give them a tongue bath like I'd done
the others.

Michael grabs me by my collar and drags me over to
this thing covered by a sheet. Pulling the sheet off
we all see it's an old fashioned stockade, though
obviously newly built. "This is your new home." He
tells me, while opening it. Steven picks me up by my
hair and pulls my neck into it. My wrists are put in
place and it's closed tight around them. I'm bent over
at about waist level. They all sit in the lawn
furniture leaving me locked into the stocks. It gets
uncomfortable very quickly. It's too high for me to
kneel and too low for me to stand. I keep shifting
trying to find some comfort and relief. There is none.
Refreshments are put out, they swim in the pool, and
they chat about different things and ignore me. I'm
left naked and bent over locked in this stupid fucking
stockade while they visit with each other. It wouldn't
be so bad if someone were enjoying it but this way no
one seems to be. Least of all me!

Four guys I recognize from last night come in the
gate. One is the big guy and his assistant who helped
him while I was strapped to the table. The other two
are the ones who took turns long-dicking me. They
greet the others and barely glance in my direction.
While still saying hello the big one comes toward me.
My heart speeds up wondering what's going to happen.
He continues his conversation as he steps in front of
me taking his cock out the waistband of his board
shorts. He tucks his shorts under his balls. He has an
awesome set of jewels. Fuck! While he's still looking
at and talking to them he just pisses in my face. He
doesn't even look at what he's doing. I can't get out
of the way of his spray so I'm soaked in his urine. He
grabs a beer and joins the others. A few minutes later
one of the other guys does the same thing. No one has
any reaction to it at all. It's like he peed against a
fucking tree.

I hear their conversation and they're talking about
the great time they'd had the night before. They used
phrases like using the pig, its fucking hole being so
tight, about how cool it was when it licked off the
platform, and about how disgusting it was when it
licked the toilet bowls and urinals and how they all
would have to be killed before they'd do something
like that. They were wondering what made someone so
fucking sick that they'd do shit like that and why
most guys are real men but then there are some that
are just made to be used, abused and fucked. They
talked a long time as if I wasn't even there.

John comes up naked and pisses in my face like the
others did. Then he turns around, facing them with his
ass right in front of my face. I wonder what he's
doing just standing there, and then I realize. Oh
fuck! He's taking a dump right in front of my face.
I'm watching him shit just inches in front of me. It's
so fucking gross! It plops down to the ground in front
of me. DAMMIT! What a motherfucker he's being. The
others laugh and praise him for taking a shit, and
they think I'm sick! I'm left in the stocks while they
continue to hang out. I am so fucking uncomfortable I
can't stand it but have no idea what to do about it.
I'm squirming around and shifting my weight trying to
get a little relief.

Without saying a word, two of the guys come toward me
carrying a bag. They tie my balls tightly, pull them
toward the ground, and tie them off to the bottom of
the stockade. This is much worse! He takes a leather
belt and belts my ass. As if that's not bad enough, he
uses the belt across the backs of my thighs. Oh fuck
it hurts so bad added to how fucking miserable I
already am. I'm so thankful when it stops but my
misery continues.

They fire up the grill and put a bunch of food on.
Hamburgers, sausage, hot dogs. I'm starving and
drooling smelling all of the food cooking. I'm totally
miserable. As they're cooking two more of them piss on
me, one all over my face, the other all over my ass
and back. They sit and eat ignoring me again. Fuck it,
man; I've got to eat! Why don't they know that?

I hear Cliff saying he doesn't like something as he
stands from the table. My hopes soar as he walks
toward me holding something in his hand. "I don't like
this. Do you want it?" He asks me. As he moves closer
I see it's a Hot Dog with ketchup on it. I know Cliff
only puts mustard on his Hot Dogs, but I always put
ketchup. I know he did it on purpose so I could have
something to eat. It feels so good to know he's
watching out for me.

I'm not taking any chances, "Yes please, thank you,
Sir." I'm sincerely grateful to him. He holds it in
front of my face just out of reach. He's teasing me
with it by moving it close and then pulling it away
from me again. He holds it just beyond my reach and I
try to stretch, even sticking my tongue out trying to
get a taste of it. The other guys are laughing as he
does it. I play along figuring I'll end up with it
eventually.

Finally, "Okay, you can have it now."

"Oh, thank you Sir! Thank you, I'm so hungry!" He
smiles but doesn't give it to me. Shit, don't do this,
I'm thinking. He steps behind me and pushes it up my
ass! Oh Fuck! I feel the wetness of the ketchup and
feel the bun hit my leg as it falls, but the Hot Dog
is up in my ass. I'm so upset I almost cry. They all
laugh hysterically.

John joins in, "Let's see what else fits up his ass."
I can't believe this is happening. They gather behind
me shoving things up my ass. A chicken leg, a pickle,
pieces of fruit. This is more humiliating and
degrading than I could have imagined. I'm near tears
as they make fun of me. They try to push an egg up my
ass but it breaks as they push it and my ass is
dripping from the mess. "Okay enough," John says. "He
needs to really eat." Now I'm scared that they're
going to make me eat the food they stuffed up my ass.
I'm so grateful to be released from the stocks. I try
to stretch out the cramping, but I'm quickly ordered
to my knees. This is uncomfortable but much better
than being locked in the stockade.

John stands in front of me. "You must be really
hungry." I don't trust him at this point and wonder
what's going to happen. He takes a Hot Dog from the
plate and puts ketchup on it. He holds it in front of
me and I hesitantly take a bite. Oh man it tastes
soooo good! John takes a bite of it too. "This is good
but I'm so full." He spits it out on the ground in
front of me. It's all chewed and disgusting. I look
from the ground to him to see him smiling. "Go ahead.
Eat it. We don't want to waste it, do we?" I can't
fucking believe this! I hesitate half expecting them
to say it's a joke, but no one is laughing. "Now
asshole! Don't piss me off!" SHIT! I bend over and go
to lick it up. I hover over it not wanting to do this
but not seeing a choice. I suck it up into my mouth
and chew it and swallow as fast as I can. He takes
another bite and does it again. He spits it on the
ground and I have to lick it up. This is so fucking
disgusting!

Steven moves beside him and takes a bite. Chewing it,
he tells me to open my mouth. Oh no!! This can't be
happening. I open my mouth and he spits the food into
it. It goes all over my face but it makes me gag as
some of it lands in my mouth and hits the back of my
throat. They all move up to take a turn. One by one
they spit food into my mouth. This is beyond anything
I ever imagined happening. I didn't think I'd be
treated this shitty by them. Even Cliff joins in.

John is on a roll! "I have a special dessert for you!"
He drags me by my collar to his pile of crap. I panic
and struggle to get away. There's no fucking way! I'll
use my safe word before I let this happen. He and
Michael grab me and hold me fast and tight.

Michael takes over, "Listen asshole. I told you you're
going to do what we say one way or the other. If you
obey us it will go easier on you. If we have to make
you do it, it will be so much worse. Now calm down!
That's it calm down." I stop struggling, but I'm
determined that I'm not eating his shit! No fucking
way!

Steven comes beside me and talks softly in my ear,
"Listen, man, you're fucking up here. You're making it
a power struggle and we can't let you win. We just
can't. So let's work this out. Come with me. Come on..."
He pulls me toward the pile. "It's okay. Tell me what
the problem is."

I look around at them. "I don't want to do this!
Please don't make me do this, please." I beg him.

"Do what? What don't you want to do?" His voice is
calm and soothing.

"I don't want to eat his crap. I won't do it!" I tell
him.

"Has anyone told you to eat it?" He raises a good
point, no one has.

"No, Sir." I answer sheepishly.

"Okay, next point; don't tell us what you won't do.
There's eight of us and one of you. You'll do anything
we say, willingly or not." I tense up again afraid of
what's coming. "Now, you don't want to eat his shit,
right?" I nod, scared of what's coming. "I certainly
understand that. I wouldn't want to do that either so
I understand that you don't want to." I'm feeling a
sense of relief. "Then again, I wouldn't want anyone
to kick me in the balls but you seem to like that." My
stomach clenches. "Still, everyone has limits. We told
you we're going to push you to your limits so lets do
that. You know your safe word. You use it and this
whole thing ends. We tear up the contract and you get
to go home. The thing is if you do that you can never
come back. Not ever. Every relationship ends with that
contract. That's the deal, you signed it." He lets
that hang there. My stomach sinks. I feel all choked
up. I blink back tears feeling like I've really fucked
everything up.

"It's okay," he continues soothingly. "We can fix this
but you have to work with me here. You have to meet me
half way. Come here, let me hold you." I hesitantly
move to him. He holds me by the back of my neck. "Come
on, work with me. Come closer. I'm not telling you to
eat it. I just want you real close to it. Put your
face right over it." He puts pressure behind my head
easing me toward it until I'm just a fraction away.
"This isn't bad enough to use your safe word and ruin
everything is it?" I shake my head no. "Answer me out
loud, boy. I want to hear you." I tell him no. "Stay
there. Don't move." He takes his hand away and I stay
in place on my own. The silence just hangs. He sits
next to me. He puts his hand behind my head again.

"Okay, this isn't good enough." I pull up
instinctively but he holds me tight. "Relax. Stop
fighting me. If you obey me this will go much easier
for you and we'll all get what we want." I ease up
again. "Okay, good boy. Here's what I want. I want you
to kiss it. I want you to put your lips on it."

I beg again. "Please don't make me do this. Please. Oh
man, I don't want to do this. Please don't make me,
please."

"I know you don't want to, but what about what I want?
I want to see you be obedient and respectful. It
doesn't mean anything if you're only obedient when
it's something you want. I want to see your lips touch
John's shit. That's an order and I expect you to obey
it. " Oh fuck! What am I supposed to do? He takes his
hand off my neck. The silence is deafening. I look
around at everyone. "Do it." I swallow hard. I look
down at it. I slowly move forward and touch my lips to
his shit. I can't fucking believe I did it. I pull
back up. "Good boy. You did the right thing. Now,
we're not quite done yet. There's just one more
thing." I let out a sob and sag to the ground. "It's
not so bad. I want to see your tongue touch it. You
already put your lips on it so it's not a big deal.
Just put your tongue on it." His hand is back behind
my head and he slowly moves me toward it. I try not to
think about what's about to happen. He moves me
forward and I lay my tongue on it. I try to pull back,
"Not yet. Just stay there a second. That's it, just
another couple of seconds." It's long enough that what
I'm doing sinks in. I can't believe I'm kneeling here
with my tongue on John's shit. Tears roll down my
face. He lets me up. He walks over and joins the
others exchanging high fives and congratulations.

John's voice pulls me back, "C'mere boy. Time to eat.
He throws a bunch of scraps and food into a bowl,
pisses in it, and puts it on the floor for me to eat.
I certainly have no appetite. "Remember, you're
supposed to be grateful for whatever we give you. It
can always be worse." They all watch me eat. It's
totally disgusting.

When I'm done I'm dragged to the back end of the yard.
"Time to clean you out." The big guy puts a hose up my
ass and fills me with water. I hold it just a short
time and expel it all out. All the food they shoved up
my ass comes out with the water. My embarrassment is
awful. I just want to disappear. I'm ready for this
day to end.

I'm brought down to the basement. They all surround me
as I drop to my knees. A hood is put over my head
covering everything but my mouth. I can't see
anything. I don't know who's doing what but I'm
beaten. I'm paddled, belted, kicked, punched and
slapped. My balls and nipples are twisted, pinched,
tugged ad squeezed. I just surrender to it and let it
happen. I'm also fucked! I feel their dicks slide in
and out of my ass. I'm passed from one to the other
over and over again. My mouth is fucked too. I feel
their dicks one after the other shoved into my mouth
for me to suck. I can tell from the taste that they're
going from my ass to my face and back again. Three or
four of them shoot but I really don't know who.

I'm dropped back at my house. All Steven has to say
is, "Don't you dare jerk off tonight! Don't you dare!"
I just turn and walk into my house as they drive off.
I feel isolated and alone as I crawl into bed.