Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 09:11:29 -0700 (PDT) From: NiteSearcher2000 Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 10 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! <> 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 10: Steven and Me His body is magnificent as he lies back on the bed. He looks perfectly relaxed and comfortable as well as content propped up on his pillows with his legs crossed at the ankles. I melt at his smile when he looks at me. Wiping his foot across my lips he says, "Look at you." I stick my tongue out and lick his toes. "All the writing is still on you." He wipes his now wet foot across my face. "I'm not going to go any easier on you." "I know." "In fact, I keep thinking about all the things I want to do to you and all the things I want to see done to you. I want you pushed to all your limits, and I don't just mean pain. I want to see you totally degraded." He pushes his toes back into my mouth and I suck and lick them more. "All the times I've jerked off thinking about beating you." My dick was getting hard along with his as he talked. "Every fucking game we've ever played. When I beat you I loved watching you squirm. You've always hated losing. When you'd beat me I'd think about punishing you until I wiped that superior smirk off your face." The humiliation of his light kick to my face hurt much more than the pain. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked him. "Until the night at the bar when Michael kicked you in the balls and you popped a boner I was never really sure. I'd seen you bone up sometimes when we were wrestling and I'd pin you down. Since we were kids I'd get off on humiliating you and seeing your dick get hard, but you always competed so hard I thought I was misreading your signals. Once you kissed his feet but didn't get up I knew for sure. Once you let me kick you in the balls I was hooked." "I keep thinking about that night. How did Michael know?" "I wanted to learn more about the whole S&M thing. I met Michael at a leather store where they were doing demos. He was one of the leaders. Afterwards, I asked him some questions and told him about you. He said he'd check you out, that he'd be able to tell. He said he knew the first time he looked at you. He said he looked you right in the eye and you looked down. You kept glancing back at him but wouldn't make eye contact. He said every time you talked to me you were asking me or begging me to keep playing. You never once took the dominant position. He said he was sure before he ever approached you." I was dumbfounded. They knew each other. They'd set me up. Steven had rolled over onto his side and was looking me right in the eye. Lots of things were running through my mind. His voice was low and steady. "Say thank you." He was staring me right in the eye. I looked down at the floor. "Thank you." "You forgot to call me Sir." I didn't want to look up and piss him off. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't forget again." "You definitely won't forget after you get punished for it." He let that sink in. "Get my belt." I crawled over to where he'd dropped it and handed it to him. "Turn around and bend over." I did it. I stayed up on my knees and put my face on the floor and wrapped my arms around my head. "No. Put your hands behind your back." I put my forehead on the floor and put my hands behind my back. The belt lashed across my ass. The blows were hard and stinging. It felt like my ass was on fire. The last one was so hard I sobbed as it landed. "Say thank you." "Thank you, Sir." Another blow slashed across my ass. "That was to reinforce the lesson", he added. "Thank you, Sir." He was definitely right, I'd learned my lesson. We heard the door open downstairs and then John's voice calling out. Steven told him we were upstairs and we heard several footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn't move. I stayed bent over with my ass exposed to whoever walked in. It was John, David, and Craig. Craig talked first. "Look at his ass! Holy Shit! It's flaming red! Way to go bro!" John asked, "Did you fuck him good?" "Yeah. I fucked the daylights out of him and then beat his ass for being a bitch." Steven bragged. "Fuck yeah!" David said. "Break him in right. Keep the bitch in his place. Make sure he always knows who's in charge." He rubbed fis foot across the side of my face. "He knows. Don't you, bitch?" Steven asks me. "Yes, Sir." I'm so embarrassed. "Who's in charge? Who do you submit to, bitch?" Steven pressed on. "You, Sir." The belt slashes across my ass and hurts like hell. "Wrong answer. Try again." My mind races. "You Sir and whoever else you say, Sir." I tried to get it right but the belt slashes across my ass again. I freeze with the pain. "Wrong again asshole. Try again." I have no idea. I can't think of what to say. The belt hits my ass again, "Every" the belt lands again, "one" the belt again "of" the belt slashes again and I drop to the floor, "us." The belt hits gain. "You submit to every one of us." The belt lands across the back of my thighs. "You obey every one of us." The belt again. "You service every one of us." I tighten knowing the belt will land again and sob when it does. "Every one of us has the right to use you or punish you any way we want." The belt cracks down hard again. "Do you understand me?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I sob out. John says, "So, it's time to fuck him!" He's already pealing off his clothes as he talks. David and Steven pick me up and throw me face up onto the bed. They climb on the bed and pull my legs up exposing my ass for John. He rubs lube on his rock hard dick and slides it straight up my ass. "Take it bitch! Take my cock up your ass!" He fucks me hard. "Yeah! That's it! Fuck him hard! Make sure he knows you're a man." Steven encourages him as he fucks me fast and hard. David wraps his hands around my balls and pulls me further up so I raise my ass more for John. "That's it! Give him your boycunt you fucking whore!" John fucks me harder as they taunt me more. Craig watches intently. John keeps pistoning in and out of my asshole. Steven straddles my face and lowers his asshole to my lips. "Lick my ass out. Make my ass feel good while he fucks your ass, bitch!" I rim out his ass as John fucks me. I lick and kiss it. I do everything I can to make him feel good while John pounds into my ass. He pushes in hard as his orgasm starts and he dumps his load inside me. He pulls out and slaps the hell out of my already sore ass. When he's done he turns to David, "Your turn, Man!" They switch places. David pulls his clothes off quick and pulls my ass down to the edge of the bed. He pushes his fat cock into me using only the leftover lube from John and Steven. Steven cradles my face in his lap nuzzling it into his crotch. John encourages David like they encouraged him. "Fuck his cunt with your big cock, man! Make the bitch hurt! He shouldn't enjoy it, only we should. Boy bitches are supposed to suffer. Fuck him harder!" David pounds into my ass. "Oh yeah. I love to see you suffer. Fuck him David! Fuck him hard!" Steven tells him as he rubs my face in his crotch. David picks up the pace and pulls out shooting his cum all over me. As soon as his orgasm subsides he pulls me up and into the bathroom. Pushing me into the shower and down on my knees he hoses me down with his piss. John pisses on me next. Then Steven. Craig steps up and pulls out his dick. They cheer him on. "Suck me off!" He commands me. I move toward his dick and he sprays me with his piss. I instinctively back off. "I said suck me." I move toward him again and as I open my mouth he pisses right in it. They cheer him on more. "Come on bitch. Suck a wet one." He pushes his dick into my mouth and sprays some more piss into it before I can get him hard with my sucking. He jacks into my mouth as I suck him off and it takes just a short time until he fires his scum down my throat. He washes it down with the remainder of his piss. I fall back on my ass and sit there. John goes into the hall and comes back into the bathroom carrying a bag. He pulls out a Styrofoam container and opening it dumps my breakfast from the restaurant on the shower floor in the puddles of piss. "Eat your breakfast, pig. No hands." He commands. I bend over and eat directly from the floor licking up my eggs and the piss it's laying in. It's much worse eating the wet toast. They watch intently. When I'm done I'm told to lie in the piss while Steven goes downstairs to eat a hot meal at the table like a real man. Fuck! This really sucks! After eating Steven comes back upstairs. Pissing on me again, he tells me to shower and come downstairs. I walk into the living room naked to find them all wearing jeans or sweat pants and watching television. There's a bunch of stuff on the floor. I kneel in the center of the room before them. They take turns giving me commands. "Put the butt plug up your ass." I insert it up my sore hole. "Put on the ankle cuffs and the strap around your balls." I do as I'm told. "Clip your ankles to your balls." This is tough, but I do it. "Now, lay on your back." Oh fuck! I lay myself down carefully so my ankles don't yank my balls too hard. This is very uncomfortable. "Put the ball gag in your mouth and strap it on." Again, I obey. "Put the nipple clamps on yourself." They hurt like hell when I put them on and a low moan escapes through the ball gag. "Now the blindfold." I strap it on putting myself in darkness, only my hands are free. "Now jerk yourself off while we watch the movie. If you cum you're going to get the beating of your life! If you allow yourself to get soft you'll get the beating of your life. Enjoy yourself scumbag." For the next two hours they watch the movie and taunt me on commercials. It was fun in the beginning but as time goes on my dick gets raw and my arm was aches. It's difficult to stay erect all that time and the leaking precum is irritating as it dries. My balls are aching and my legs are cramping. Even my jaw is driving me nuts and my own spit is dribbling out the corners of my mouth. Finally the movie ends. I hear them talking and getting ready to leave. "Don't do that," I hear Steven say, "That's what I have a bitch for." They all laugh. The blindfold is pulled off. "Unclip your ankles and clean up this fucking mess." I release myself and stretch my legs out. I'm exhausted. I look around and the place is a mess. There are snacks and glasses around as well as napkins. "Clean it up, now." They sit there like kings while I clean up their mess. I bring everything into the kitchen and load the dishwasher. I make sure the counters and kitchen are all clean before I return to the living room. They've all left by then. I drop to my knees before Steven. Looking at him my dick gets hard again. He watches it rising to attention. Waiting until I'm fully erect he tells me, "Go clean your toys and put them away." Afterwards, I drop naked to my knees before him again. Steven looks at me wickedly. "You still have all the writing all over you. Baby oil will take it off. Follow me." In the garage he uses baby oil and a brush to scrub it off my back and ass. He's not gentle and it's irritating as all hell, especially on my well beaten ass. He hands me the brush and watches as I do the parts I can reach. "Now, get the fuck out of here scumbag." He turns to reenter the house. I so desperately want him to touch me, even if it's to punish me again. I call out without even thinking, "Can I stay, Please Sir?" Turning, with a look of satisfaction on his face, "No. you have another nine months to your contract. Then you're mine." I'd forgotten about the contract. No relationships for a year. FUCK! I still have to wait for him. He doesn't stay to watch as I get dressed and let myself out. I drive home alone. I call as soon as I get there and ask permission to jerk off. I'm desperate to cum. "NO!" The receiver slams down. I'm frustrated and lonely as I fall asleep. The phone rings in the middle of the night. I see it's Steven and answer concerned... "Hello." "Do you miss me?" He asks tenderly. "Yes, Sir. Desperately!" "Do you want me?" "More than anything." A warm feeling flushes through me as I answer. "Is your dick hard?" "Yes, it is, Sir." "Mine to. I'm stroking as we're talking. Stroke your cock lightly." I do as I'm told. We have phone sex like a couple of kids. He tells me all the things he wants to do to me. He wants me flogged. He wants my cock and balls tortured. He wants me humiliated in front of a bunch of guys. He wants my face and ass fucked while he watches. He keeps talking while he jerks off until he shoots his load. "Stop stroking." He tells me. I want you hot and horny. I don't want you to stop thinking about me for even a minute." He hangs up. I roll over horny as hell and don't stop thinking about him.