Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 05:38:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls/Part 9

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>>

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to post another
chapter. Life has been really good and extremely busy!
Thank you to everyone who has kept in touch! It has
been such an unexpected perk to have made new friends
and to have renewed and refreshed my relationships
with my old friends as a result of writing these
stories. I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Chapter 9 -- Michael or Steven


The hot shower feels great! I stay under the water
forever. I dry off and enter the dungeon on my own.
It's so intimidating! The equipment is phenomenal. I
look around the room in amazement. There is a bondage
table, St. Andrew's cross, spanking bench, cage, and
rack. There are numerous bars and hooks from both the
ceiling and the floor. The walls are covered in
different restraints, floggers, whips, straps,
paddles, clamps, and numerous other torture devices.
There are several restraints attached directly to the
walls. I feel very small and very vulnerable. I
realize that this is the first time I'm alone with him
and no one really even knows I'm here. I have mixed
feelings of feeling safe and wanting to stay and
feeling very vulnerable and thinking I should leave,
or at the very least call someone and tell them where
I am.

I hear him coming and quickly drop to my knees
clasping my hands behind my head. He enters wearing
nothing but a pair of jeans. His hair is still wet and
I can smell that he just showered. He's incredibly
sexy and good-looking. He takes my breath away. He
leans against the bondage table and crosses his arms
across his chest. Even his voice is beautiful, "You
just fucking beg for it." I look down at the floor.
"You know I'm going to punish you and make you hurt,
but you came anyway." I take a deep breath and assume
a more submissive posture. "This is your last chance.
Are you going to stay knowing what's going to happen,
or do you want to leave? It's your choice. Either way
is fine with me."

I don't really give it any thought. "I want to stay,
Sir. Please may I stay?"

He doesn't answer me. Instead, he pulls out his dick
and pisses on the floor in front of me. He Stars me
down but still doesn't say anything to me. He doesn't
have to. I bend over and begin licking it up. "Lock
yourself in the cage when you're done." He walks out.
I stare at the closed door not quite believing what's
happening and consider my options. Deciding I don't
have any, I continue cleaning up his urine with my
tongue swallowing every drop. It takes a long time and
my jaw and tongue actually hurt by the time I'm done.
Sure that I cleaned it all up, I enter the cage, reach
through the bars, and close the padlock locking myself
inside of it. It's too small to do anything but stand.
The bars are too close together to fit an arm or a leg
through. I stand there for what seems like forever,
absolutely miserable. It's boring, very uncomfortable,
and lonely. I hate suffering if neither he nor Steven
is there to enjoy it. I startle myself with that
realization. I think about the others and realize it
has little to do with them. Thinking about it I
realize that it has as much to do with Steven and
Michael as it is about me. I jump with anticipation as
I hear him coming back down.

Unlocking the cage he instructs me to stand there
while he gathers some things. I'm nervous as I watch
him. He holds a leather straight jacket in front of me
as I slip my arms in. He fastens all the straps down
the back very tight. My arms are crossed in front of
me and strapped in place with numerous straps. Other
straps go through my legs and again strap in the back.
I can barely move. Ankle restraints are locked in
place, as are restraints around my thighs. A full hood
with only air holes for my nose is put over my head
and laced in place. It's totally dark beneath the
hood. He guides me back and leans me against the
bondage table. He lays me back where only my torso is
on the table with my legs hanging over. He straps me
down tight to the table with straps across my
shoulders, chest, and stomach. My legs are pulled back
and the thigh restraints are tightly fastened pulling
my knees down to my chest. My ankles are fastened
straight up to hooks from the ceiling. I can feel the
cold air against my asshole making me aware of how
exposed I am. It takes me a couple of minutes to
adjust to the position and realize I have almost no
movement. Something very heavy is laid over my cock
and balls. It reminds me of the feeling of the lead
vest the dentist puts over you when taking x-rays.

Cold lube is poured down my crack and it coats my ass.
He pushes his dick into my ass and I grit my teeth
beneath the hood and take the pain without making a
sound. He fucks me. There's nothing more to say about
it because I have no role or participation in what's
happening. Tied this way, I'm nothing more than a hole
for him to stick his dick in and fuck. After getting
used to his big dick up my ass it doesn't really hurt,
but it is uncomfortable. I can't feel anything but his
dick pushing in and out of me. I have no sense of
time, but it seems to take a while. I feel isolated
and disconnected from him and what's happening. I feel
more like an appliance or an object than a person.
This is a totally different feeling from anything I've
felt so far. I'm not sure I like it. In fact, I'm sure
I don't. Finally, he pushes in hard and holds it deep
inside me and I can feel his dick pulsing with his
orgasm. After dumping his load inside me, he pulls
out. I feel empty and alone without any contact with
him or sound from him. Several minutes seem to pass.

Without hearing anything, my ass is entered again. It
doesn't hurt, but I didn't expect to get fucked again.
I can feel enough to tell that I'm being fucked and
it's not a dildo or toy up my ass. Whoever is fucking
me is slower and gentler than Michael was. Michael had
a strong stroke and pushed in hard while this person
is more rhythmic. Again, it takes a while until I feel
him push in and hold in place. I assume he's coming
but can't really feel him orgasm. I know he must have
when he pulls out. Another cock is immediately pushed
into my ass. I had no idea that there were two guys
there and now I wonder how many of them there are, and
who they are. He fucks me hard, but doesn't take long
to shoot his load.

Another cock slams into me. This one is big and fat
and I feel like my asshole is being ripped open. He
pushes it deep inside me and fucks me hard and fast.
He pistons in and out relentlessly and I just
concentrate on getting through it. Just when I think I
can't take it anymore he pulls out and I feel his cum
shoot all over my ass.

I can't hear or see anything and just lay there in
silence for a long time, wondering what will happen
next. Finally, my legs are released and eased down.
I'm untied from the table and helped to a sitting
position. The straight jacket is removed and I stretch
my arms, which are stiff and sore. Michael tells me to
remove the hood myself and I expect to see several
guys standing there, but it's just Michael. He's
leaning against the table in his jeans exactly as he
was before. He's smiling with a satisfied look of
contentment on his face.

"It's getting late." He tells me. "Time to get you
ready for bed." I follow his eyes to the rack. It's
all laid out for me. There's a good-sized dildo
sticking up the center of it. "Mount it," is his
simple command. I climb up on the table, ease my ass
down over the dildo, and let it slide inside me. It's
attached firmly to the table. "Lay down." I lay back
and he fastens my ankles to the table spread slightly
wider than my hips. My wrists are attached at about
shoulder level. A leather harness is fastened around
my balls and a rope is extended from the harness to a
ring hanging from the ceiling. He slowly pulls it
tight. Giving me a couple of seconds to adjust, he
pulls it tighter. I wiggle around a bit looking for
some relief and a way to settle in, but the dildo up
my ass prevents me from moving very much. I rise
slightly to get a moment of relief and he instantly
takes up the slack. I'm left in a position where I
either have to hold my ass a little off the table or
feel the tremendous pull on my balls. Dammit! I
screwed myself royally. "Nite Nite" He shuts the light
as he leaves, leaving me alone in the dark. The
loneliness is overwhelming.

I fight the feelings of panic as I think of spending
the rest of the night like this. I have no idea what
time it is. The dildo up my ass is driving me crazy
and my balls are stretched to the max. My legs are
already starting to ache as I try to keep my ass
slightly up from the table to ease the tension on my
nuts. I pick my ass up as high as I can to get more
relief, but can't hold it very long. The dildo burns
as I lower myself back down and it pushes deeper
inside of me. I ease all the way down and try to get
used to the feeling on my balls because there is no
way I can hold myself up all night. I try to distract
myself by thinking about things.

I'm not really sure who fucked me. I'm thinking it was
Michael who went first, but now that I'm thinking
about it, I'm not sure. I've sucked him off and know
that he's well hung and whoever fucked me was pretty
big. It was probably him. The second guy felt like
John. He'd fucked me earlier and it just kind of felt
a little familiar, but a dick is a dick and I can't
ell them apart when I'm getting laid. The fourth guy
definitely wasn't Steven. The cock was way too big to
have been him, plus the feel of his legs against my
cheeks was definitely too heavy and muscular. It might
have been David. I really have no idea. I'm thinking
the third guy may have been Steven. The reality is
that it gives me some comfort to think it was at least
people that I knew as opposed to total strangers. It's
frustrating to me that I don't know who is doing what
to me.

I admit to myself that I want to be fucked by Steven.
When we were teenagers I used to look at him sometimes
and just wonder what it would feel like. I'd even
fantasize about it as I jerked off. Even as adults,
I've dropped enough hints and given him enough
openings. I just assumed he wasn't interested, much to
my disappointment. I felt like I'd finally gotten his
attention, but I can't seem to hold it or get it to go
where I want it to. I'd gladly let him beat me any
time he wanted to if he'd let me suck him off or fuck
me once in a while. I just want to know what it would
be like to be with him. Now, I don't even know if I
have been.

And Michael, I can't figure him out. There's too much
mystery about him. I feel like it's not real. I really
don't get the sense that he's all that interested in
me. Fuck! I can't even say for certain that he knows
my name. I sucked his dick briefly, but didn't get him
off. I think he was more interested in my sucking off
the other guy than he was in my sucking him off. I
decide I'm going to ask them both some questions when
the time is right. My balls and asshole forgotten, I
fall asleep and sleep more soundly than I would have
anticipated.

I awaken with little sense of what time it is. I lie
there agitated and antsy with no where to go and no
way to get there. I hold my piss for a while, then
figure, "what the fuck", and let it rip. So I'm a
little wet, no big deal. I keep thinking about it and
start having reservations about what I did. What if it
pisses him off? Shit! I could have held it. I should
have held it.

I jump when I hear the door open. He walks in cool and
confident in a pair of sweat pants and carrying a cup
of coffee. I can smell the freshness of his shower and
feel like a slob beside him lying in my own piss. He
looks at me quizzically for a second before he
realizes what I did. "Oh you didn't! You little fuck!
You pissed yourself! You fucking little pig! Every
time I'm thinking of going easy on you, you just do
something else that begs for more." He pulls the rope
around my balls higher until I have to lift myself off
the table in order to be able to stand it. My legs are
already screaming at having to hold my back arched
this way.

I cringe as I watch him pull a small flogger from the
wall. He assaults my balls, and the entire area
surrounding them. He beats my cock, my balls, and my
entire crotch area until they're beet red and welted
from the thin straps of the flogger. "You are so
fucking lucky you have to meet John this morning!
You're getting off easy for now, but I won't forget!
You will fucking pay for this!" He releases the
tension on the rope and I fall quickly back down on
the table making the dildo push hard up my ass. He
unclasps one wrist restraint. "You have one hour to
clean this mess up, clean yourself up, and meet John.
I put clothes in the bathroom for you, which is more
than you deserve. Let yourself out the garage, I don't
want to fucking see you."

I hurry like crazy to clean things up perfectly, take
a quick shower, dress in Michaels clothes, rush to
church, and join John in the pew during the opening
song. He looks at me and winks and I give him a
"thumbs up" in greeting.

By the time church is finished it's pouring rain
outside. We go to breakfast at our usual place and
settle into our booth. The place is kind of empty
because of the weather. Just as the waitress is
bringing our coffee Steven and Craig walk in with
David. Steven slides in beside me as Craig and David
slide in next to John. She goes to get more coffee and
place settings for them as we exchange greetings. I'm
surprised by my feelings of excitement sitting next to
Steven.

"How are you this morning?" He asks me.

"I'm good." I answer him.

"How're your balls?" He continues on.

It feels weird to be sitting in a restaurant talking
about my balls. "They're sore, but they're okay.

Craig jumps into the conversation, "It was incredible
watching last night. That had to hurt like hell!" I
nod to affirm that it did.

Steven smiles proudly and brushes his hand through my
hair and pulls me toward his shoulder in an
uncharacteristically boyish way that melts my heart.
He talks excitedly, "You were good last night. The
whole scene was very hot. I can't believe you can get
a hard on in a situation like that, let alone cum in
front of everyone." I feel great at his praise.

"I'm sorry I missed all the fun." David adds. "I had
to work last night and didn't finish up until late.
What time did you get done?"

"We left the club about 8:30. Craig and I had plans to
meet our parents for a late dinner at 10:00 so we had
to cut out."

This sent my mind racing. If David was working, and
Steven and Craig were at dinner with their parents,
then who fucked me the night before? My curiosity got
the better of me. "Can I ask a question?" They nodded.
"Last night after we left the club, I went back to
Michael's place. Were any of you there?" They all said
that they weren't. My feelings took a bit of a dip
realizing that I have no idea who was there. The
waitress brought us all coffee and left us again
because we weren't ready to order.

Steven looked concerned. "What happened? Why don't you
even know if we were there or not?" I explained what
happened, and how, and what had been done to me. He
didn't look happy. The silence kind of hung there as
the waitress returned to take our order. Steven
ordered a ham and cheese omelet for me which is
probably what I would have ordered for myself.

He continued the conversation after she'd left with
our order. "So, let me get this straight. Four or five
guys fucked you and you have no idea who they were?" I
suddenly felt very tense and embarrassed. I nodded to
indicate he was correct. "So, everyone has fucked you
but me?" His voice had a touch of anger to it. I
didn't know how to answer so I chose to say nothing.

John didn't help by saying, "I've fucked him." As I
glared at him, David added insult to injury by adding
that he'd fucked me too. Steven's temper obviously
flared.

Craig tried to lighten the mood, "Listen, bro, just
for the record... I have NOT fucked him!"

"Big fucking deal!" Steven snapped back. "My straight
little brother hasn't fucked my boyfriend!" His words
hit me like a freight train. I'm stunned. Looking into
his eyes I know that he's as surprised as I am at what
he said. The others sit back silently in their chairs
and say nothing. The silence hangs there.

Breaking the silence, Steven commands me, "Let's go."
He slides out of the booth and not giving me a chance
to respond grabs my arm and pulls me out with him. I
follow him out and glance back at the table as I hear
John call out for us to have a good time.

Steven holds my arm firmly and guides me to the
passenger door of my car. Grabbing the keys out of my
hand he opens the door for me and slams it shut behind
me as I get in. He gets in the driver's side, starts
the car, and drives toward his house. I say nothing;
neither does he.

I follow him into the house. He again slams the door
behind me. "Get up to my room, now." His voice is low
and commanding. I go straight to his room with him
following directly behind me. Grabbing the back of my
hair he turns me around and pulls me into a kiss. It's
hot and angry, full of emotions, and it takes my
breath away. He pushes me face down on the bed and
beats my ass with his hand. I ease into the pain and
the arousal that's stirring deep within me. I do
nothing to resist him. My ass is stinging beneath my
pants as he rolls me over. Grabbing and groping my
crotch, he stakes his claim to my genitals. I keep
myself open and vulnerable to him even though he's
being very rough. I wince at the pain as he strikes my
balls, but I do nothing to protect them.

He pulls his shirt off over his head in one easy
motion. His chest and abs are tight and muscular and
his hair seems to accentuate his muscles. He pulls his
belt out of the loops and opens his pants while still
holding it in his hand. Pulling out his dick with one
hand he pulls my face to it with the other. My mouth
closes around his cock as the belt lashes me across my
ass. I suck his cock into my mouth savoring the taste
and smell of him. I suck him feverishly as the belt
continues to assault my ass. He fucks my mouth strong
and hard.

Pulling out, he kicks off his shoes and strips out of
his pants. Seeing him naked, I'm struck by how much
sexual energy there is between us and by how badly I
want him. I bury my face in his crotch and lap at his
balls. His hands hold me tight and guide my face
across his crotch. I use my mouth all over his balls
and dick. "Get your fucking pants off!" I don't even
have a chance to obey him as he pulls them off for me.
He climbs on top of me and pins me to the bed. Pulling
my head back by my hair and forcing my mouth open, he
spits in my mouth several times. "Take it you little
fucker! Swallow my spit! You're gonna have all of my
juices inside you today."

I'm surprised by his strength as he pushes my legs
back over my head. I'm racked with a stinging pain as
he smacks my asshole really hard several times. "Get
ready for me. I'm going to fuck you like you've never
been fucked before. You're going to know who you
belong to from now on." Pulling lube from his drawer
he pours it on my fuckhole. He pushes his finger in
hard as he smacks me. Then two fingers. Pinning my
legs back with his shoulders he holds his dick against
my hole putting pressure, but not entering me. I push
against him in an effort to bring him inside me. I'm
so frustrated wanting him in me. He grins down at me,
mocking me by not pushing inside of me.

I want him so bad! I've wanted him for so long.
"Please, please fuck me. Please." I beg him with no
shame. I'm shocked and disappointed when he gets off
of me and stands beside the bed.

"You want me?" he asks.

"Yes, Sir. Please, I want you bad."

"Then get on your fucking knees and beg me."

I get out of bed and drop down to my knees. "Please
fuck me, please."

"Not good enough." Is his only answer.

I lower myself and kiss his feet, begging him again to
fuck me. I lick his feet as he considers it.

"Not good enough."  He says again.

Fuck! What does he want from me? My mind races as I
try to figure it out. I try again. "Please Sir, I'm
begging you. Please let me serve you. Please let me be
your boy. I've wanted this for so long. I promise I'll
do my best to please you. I'll be obedient and
respectful. Please..."

He mounts me from behind and slams his cock up my ass
fucking me doggie style right on the floor. He's
merciless as he fucks me hard. I struggle to keep my
ass held high for him as I let him use me. Smacking me
hard across the ass he pulls me up and throws me on
the bed. He pushes my legs back over my head and
enters me again. "Open your mouth!" I obey him and he
spits in my mouth as he's fucking me. He spanks me
hard over and over as he pistons his dick in and out
of me. All I can think of is how long I've wanted him
to do this to me. The pain and the pleasure mix
together into an awesome sensation.

I'm pulled back from my fantasy by his command to jerk
myself off as he's fucking me. My hand goes to my dick
as his hand closes around my balls squeezing and
twisting them, causing me enough pain to take my
breath away. "I said jerk off! Don't you dare stop!"
His grasp on my balls tightens as I struggle to keep
jerking myself off for him. Despite all the pain I
move toward on orgasm. I feel him push in hard and can
tell from his moaning and the spastic jerking of his
body that he's shooting his load inside of me. He
pulls out and lets some of his cum land on my dick and
balls. "Keep jerking off. I want to see you cum." I
jerk off hard and fast in my effort to cum, but his
pulling and twisting of my balls and the spanking he's
giving me make it hard for me to relax enough to cum.
Covering my mouth with his and pushing his tongue in,
in a deep, hot kiss pushes me over the edge and I
shoot my load all over my stomach and chest. I'm
suddenly exhausted and racked with leftover pain as I
come down from my orgasm.

He smears his hand through my cum and his and spreads
it all over me. He covers my face in our cum and makes
me lick it off his hand. "Get out of my bed and kneel
on the floor." He has a wicked grin as he commands me
and I obey him. "You made a deal, obedience and
respect. Are you going to keep it now that you got
what you wanted?"

"Yes, Sir. But I've only gotten part of what I really
want." I tell him boldly.

He's still got that wicked grin that I love so much.
"What else do you want?"

"I want to be yours, Sir." I'm being honest and
sincere with both of us for the first time.

"Okay. Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir. Is it what you want?"

"Yep. I've got to pee. Now that I have you I don't
even have to get out of bed." He lies back
comfortably. I cover his dick with my mouth and
swallow as he pisses inside me. He looks perfectly
content as I drop down on my knees beside him.