Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 05:08:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 13

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 13

Steven breathed a sigh of relief as he settled into
sleep. Finally, he possessed what he'd always wanted
and he fully intended to keep it. He would keep his
attention. He would keep him in his place. He'd
finally figured it all out. Hold him tight until he
fights and rebels against it, then let him go so
fucking far that he craves to come back. Then drown
him in the attention he craves. Keep him off balance
by being brutal with his discipline and humiliation,
but give him love and affirmation too. Shit, one kind
word enables me to push him so much lower. He'll do
just about anything as long as I tell him how much it
pleases me. The fucking mind of a sub... He'll do
anything to get attention from me even if it's pain
and suffering or being totally degraded and
humiliated, and then he's thankful for it. He actually
loves me more for it. I'll keep training him slowly.
He'll learn the difference between suffering for my
pleasure and the pleasure of other men and being
punished for any lack of obedience or respect. He'll
bow before me not only because he wants to but also
because he will fear and dread what will happen if he
doesn't. Either way I own him now and all I have to do
to prove it to him is to ignore him or give him away.
Then he'll crawl back and beg me to do anything but
ignore him. He'll take any punishment I give him to
receive my forgiveness. Life doesn't get better than
this.

I sleep tight in Steven's arms. With one hand he holds
my wrists crossed in front of me. With the other he
holds my balls tight in his grasp. His legs are
crossed around mine pinning me to the bed. His breath
blows lightly across the back of my neck. I feel so
protected and secure. I feel like nothing could ever
harm me for as long as I am in his arms. My balls are
aching in his hands. My ass is so sore from being
beaten. They remind me not only of my place in this
relationship but his as well. I would love to move but
don't dare disturb him. Fuck, who knows what the
punishment for that would be and besides, he simply
deserves better than that. I'd rather sleep beside him
in pain and discomfort than to sleep alone. We both
know that. The pain and suffering is certainly worth
the pleasure it gives us.

We sleep in and I awaken beneath him as he pushes his
morning wood up my ass. He's obviously lubed it as it
slides in fairly easily and without too much pain. I
moan slightly and ease my backside into him wanting to
be fucked. He pushes in tight and just holds me close,
I relish being in his arms but am anxious to be
fucked. I move my pelvis forward reflexively and his
fist slams into my balls. I cringe into the pain. "I
didn't tell you to move about, so don't." I lie still
suffering the pain of my disobedience. I feel the
inside of my ass being filled as he pours his morning
piss into me. I had to piss before he entered and now
with him up my piss filled ass I have to pee so badly
it hurts. "Don't spill a drop. Not one drop! Do you
understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." He pulls his cock out of me and I clamp
down tight to keep from spilling anything from inside
me.

"Get on all fours and crawl into the bathroom. Stay on
all fours and put your face in the toilet with your
tongue touching the water. Don't move. I don't want
one drop of your piss on my floor. I'm telling you now
that you'll lick up anything that spills out your ass
or your dick. I'll also take you to the gym and make
you clean every toilet. I'll bring you to the club and
make you kneel beneath the funnel with every guy
pissing into your mouth and then you'll lick every
urinal and bowl in the place. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." I am so fucked! I kneel on all fours as he
showers, shaves, brushes his teeth, and gets dressed.
I'm clamping down so tight my muscles are cramping.
Finally he drops a pair of white tennis shorts in
front of me and tells me to put them on because we're
going out.

"Yellow stains would be very embarrassing, wouldn't
they?" He laughs at my predicament as I walk carefully
out to the car. We'll use your car in case you have an
accident. He laughs again. I hold everything in as we
drive. I quickly realize we're headed toward Michael's
house and I excitedly anticipate and dread what's
coming. The driveway has several cars parked there and
my stomach clenches, as Steven's wicked grin grows
bigger. He outlines his hard on through his shorts
showing me that he's already turned on at what's
coming.

Immediately inside the gate I'm made to strip and drop
to all fours to crawl in. I crawl beside him and as we
round the house into the yard I see a bunch of guys
already there eating around a table full of breakfast
foods. Steven leads me to the stockade and locks my
head and wrists into place. They're positioned at
about waist level and its too high to kneel and too
low to stand. It's immediately uncomfortable and my
stomach is cramping even more as I try to hold my piss
in my dick and his piss up my ass.

He obviously knows everyone and sits to join them
fitting right in. I recognize a few of them from the
club but don't know the others. I'm starving watching
them eat. They seem to pay no attention to me or even
be aware of my presence. They talk amongst themselves
as though I'm not even there. David arrives alone and
doesn't acknowledge me in any way as do a couple of
other guys. Their small talk is casual as they eat.

Finishing breakfast, their talk turns more serious and
concerns me. Michael gets things going; "We asked you
all here this morning because Steven wants to join the
club. We know he's new to the scene and doesn't have
much experience but we think he has the makings of a
good Master/Top/Dom. David and I will both vouch for
him and take responsibility for teaching him right."

A big, mean looking guy quickly says, "That's all well
and good. Teach him first and let him prove himself
then he can join the club. Meanwhile, he can come as
your guest." He's a big guy and is obviously used to
getting what he wants. He has that arrogance that
comes with maturity and the youth to back it up. I'd
place him to be about thirty-five.

"Normally I'd agree with you but in this case he's a
natural." David nods to affirm what Michael is saying.
I'm annoyed that they're not just letting Steven in. I
want him to have what he wants. He deserves it.

The other guy with the tattoos joins in, "I've seen
this happen before. He's new to the scene so he's all
excited about it then the whole thing cools down. We
want real players. That's why we only admit Doms. We
want real men, who know what slaves are for, and treat
and use them accordingly."

"I know the difference between a man and a slave."
Steven's voice is strong and steady. His grin shows
his confidence. "All the men are sitting here enjoying
a nice breakfast and good conversation while the slave
is over there locked into a bitch's position ready to
be fucked from either end. The bitch is not even
allowed to piss without my permission and he's full of
my piss up his ass. Now, since I haven't pissed on any
of you I think that demonstrates that I know the
difference between a man and a slave and treat them
accordingly."

They laugh at what he said and I can see their
position soften a bit. The guy with the tattoos is
clearly amused, "How do we know you're telling the
truth?" You could see he's more egging Steven on than
questioning his honesty.

Rising from the table Steven fills a bowl with cereal.
Walking to me, he places the bowl on the grass
underneath me. "Piss!" Is his one word command. I am
so relieved to finally be able to piss I just let it
rip. I piss like a racehorse. From the corner of my
eye I see him move the bowl beneath me, and it's easy
to figure out what I'm eating for breakfast. I can't
control his piss running out my ass as I piss. I can't
clamp my asshole shut and still be able to piss
myself. His piss runs down my legs and I only hope
it's nothing but piss. I piss forever, giving evidence
of how long he's made me hold it. They look on without
comment. Taking the garden hose he hoses my ass off.
That's more humiliating than I thought it would be.

Finishing his work, "Okay, Men, he's empty. Come fill
him up."

David is the first to move. Stepping behind me he
smacks my wet butt several times before stepping in to
push his cock up my ass. It's barely lubed and hurts
like hell as he pushes the head of his cock in but he
doesn't fuck me. I feel him just holding his position
for a minute before I feel his warm liquid pouring
into my ass. "Take it all bitch. That's what a fucking
low life piece of shit like you is for. Come on, guys,
fill-um up."

The tattooed guy steps up to my face and slowly opens
his pants. He's thin and his hips are narrow. His bush
covers most of his pelvis but it's trimmed short. His
cock is long, thick, meaty, and uncut. He steps
forward and I open my mouth to let him put his cock in
my mouth. It feels good on my tongue but it only takes
him a second to start his flow. His piss is hot and
bitter. He pisses fast, too fast, and some of his piss
dribbles down my chin. He backs up slightly. I panic
thinking he's going to slip out, and I don't want them
to think I'm being disrespectful so I stretch forward
to keep him inside my mouth. "That's it. Reach for my
cock so you can drink my piss."

I suddenly feel a cock push up my ass. I was
concentrating so hard on the cock in my mouth I didn't
realize anyone moved behind me. I gag on the piss
flowing into my mouth and some more drips out. I feel
my ass filling with more piss as I struggle to regain
control and swallow what's in my mouth. He smacks me
in the face with his wet dick when he's done. I
struggle hard to keep my ass clamped tight as the guy
behind me pulls out. Two more guys step right up to
take their place. My stomach is churning, as are my
insides from all their piss inside me. They all piss
in either my mouth or up my ass but Steven and
Michael.

Michael moves to stand beside the others as Steven
releases me from the stockades. Pointing to the floor
I follow his direction and drop to all fours. Michael
hands him what looks like a black rubber radio antenna
with a handle. He snaps it across my ass and it stings
like hell. Two more sharp cracks land letting me know
how much it can hurt. "Kiss their feet, boy, show them
the respect they deserve." Another slash sends me
moving fast to kiss the feet nearest to me, which
happens to be Michael's bare feet. I kiss and lick his
feet until the lash hits again accompanied by the
command to move to the next guy. Some of them are
barefoot, some not. I lick the feet of the barefoot
ones. It's totally degrading, but I actually like it.
I kiss each one until the lash indicates for me to
move on. I feel warm liquid seeping out of me as I
struggle to hold it all in. The lash hurts more as I
tighten my muscles. I move between them until I've
kissed and licked all their feet.

Grabbing me by the hair Steven pulls my head up.
"You're leaking." I'm totally embarrassed. "Lets see
if I can help." Using his foot he pushes my shoulders
down to the ground leaving me with my ass up in the
air. Using the lash he cracks it right down the center
of my ass making my asshole spasm with the pain. I
jerk beneath him and another lash hits fast and hard.
"Don't you dare move again." Another lash drives home
his point. Hitting with fast stinging slashes he
covers my ass. His foot on my shoulders is the only
thing keeping me in place. I can't control the spasms
with him hitting me so fast and I feel their piss gush
out of me. "That was fun." I try to stifle my light
sobs but I can't stop them completely. He kneels
beside me. "Good boy." He rubs my ass soothingly. It
feels so good. Then he brings his hand wet with their
piss from my ass and rubs it across my lips. "Open." I
open my mouth and let him slip his hand in. I lick
their piss off his hand, so he does it again.

Pushing the bowl of piss soaked cereal in front of me,
"eat pig." You'll need your strength. It's horrible!
He makes it worse by pouring some mild into the mess.
David slaps him on the back and they move to their
chairs to watch me eat. I bend over, lap it up like a
dog and eat while they watch and talk.

The big guy makes his decision. "Alright... here's what
we'll do. Put a scene together for next weekend's play
party. If it's a good scene we'll give you a trial
membership. Here's our real concern. We only want real
players. Most clubs have a bunch of subs and a couple
of Doms who do little to nothing. We don't want that.
We only admit Doms who can prove themselves to be real
Masters. No sir wannabes, no switches. As far as we're
concerned you're either a Man or you're not. We don't
care if there's only one sub there for us to use. We
only need one of them, but the reality is they're a
dime a dozen. The thing is we only want real subs too.
None of these fucking queen bitches that think they're
going to tell us what to do to them or come with some
fucking rulebook of limits. You bring in some sub, we
expect full use and abuse or else don't bring them."

The tattooed guy adds, "We play hard. We treat slaves
like the possessions they are. The reality is we take
care of our possessions. Push their fucking limits to
the wall, push them down into the fucking ground, but
make sure they can be used again. Make the fuckers
hurt, suffer, and serve. It's their place and they
fucking deserve it, but don't harm them. We on the
same page with all that?"

Steven's smile spreads. "Definitely. I really
appreciate your giving me the chance. Shall we
celebrate?" They nod their agreement. Moving to the
open area of the yard they call me over, "Cunt, get
over here." I crawl over to them and they form a
circle around me. They pull off their shirts and those
wearing shoes and socks kick them off. They're all hot
as hell standing there in their jeans. I can see their
cocks getting hard in their pants. Steven pulls his
belt out of their loops and folds it in half. Michael,
David, and three of the other guys wearing belts
follow suit. I brace for what I know is coming.

The first lash lands and the second follows pretty
quickly. They step in to take their shots and step out
to let someone else take a turn. Everything from my
shoulders down is their target. My whole body is
stinging like hell as their belts slash across my
skin. The big guy steps out of his pants and his big
uncut cock is rock hard. He rubs lube on it and steps
up to me. Grabbing me roughly by the waist he pulls my
ass up to meet his cock, which he pushes right into
me. A couple of other guys hold me in place as he
fucks me hard and fast. He's stepping into his forward
thrust and driving his cock way into my ass. An
occasional slash of a belt takes my breath away. The
pain eases out as he opens me more and more. He fucks
me until I feel him ram it in hard and dump his load
into me. Pulling out he pushes me back down and
borrowing Steven's belt whales it across my ass
several times.

The tattooed guy steps out of his pants and takes his
place behind me. Pushing me to the stockade he bends
me over it and pushes straight up my ass. A couple of
the other guys drop their pants and one face fucks me.
The other uses his belt to lash it across my back as
they fuck me at both ends. The two others step beside
me stroking their cocks as they watch the scene.
Steven, Michael, and David hang back and just watch. I
work the cock in my mouth in the same rhythm that I'm
getting fucked in. My back is on fire from the belt.
The tattooed guy shoots his load in my mouth and I
swallow it all as his thick cum pulses out of his cock
and slides down my throat. The guy with the belt takes
his place and pushes his cock in. Shooting his load up
my ass, he pulls out and grabs the belt and again
whales down on my ass. Oh fuck it hurts so bad! I
concentrate on the guys I'm sucking in an effort to
distract myself.

Finally the belt stops and another cock pushes into my
hole. The guy standing next to me shoots his load
across my back. I suck like crazy and another load
shoots into my mouth. His cum is loose and there's a
lot of it. They all watch me get fucked. He pulls out
to shoot and his cum shoots all over my ass. I'm
relieved thinking I'm done. I'm shocked as Steven
pulls me up and locks me back into the stocks.

He picks up the rubber rod again and I moan at the
thought of being beaten more. I almost cry as Michael
steps up with a flogger. Using the flogger Michael
covers my entire back, my ass, and the back of my legs
with increasing intensity. Stopping occasionally,
Steven slashes the rod bringing sharp stinging pain
where it lands. I can feel every slash Steven leaves
and when Michael flogs me it inflames the slashes
again. This lasts a while and the other guys just
settle in to watch. Finishing with me, they leave me
and join the others who have cleaned up and pulled
their pants back on. Their conversation is light, easy
and friendly. I'm miserably uncomfortable. The taste
of their cum is in my mouth and I'm dyeing for a
drink. Their cum is dripping off me and oozing down my
crack. They continue to drink and talk. A couple of
them even doze off in the warm sun. No one seems to
care or even be paying any attention to me as the
afternoon passes. The guys leave as evening
approaches.

Releasing me from the stocks, I'm told to go down to
the dungeon, shower, and to lock myself in the cage. I
relish the warm water of the shower, dry off, and lock
myself into the cage. It's too small to do anything
but stand. I get as comfortable as possible and wait
for whatever is coming next.


I really appreciate those of you who write and share
your thoughts about the story. I've made some good
internet friends through this experience. It has
really helped keep things fresh and exciting with my
SIRS. I'll keep writing for as long as you enjoy it.

eric