Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 16:23:00 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 2

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>>


The Pool Table and My Balls


CHAPTER TWO: Saturday Night

I'm not sure why but over the next few days I spend a
lot of time jerking off, and looking at myself in
front of the mirror. I don't know what I'm looking
for. I look at my balls a lot. They're fine and
nothing seems damaged or changed. I'm pretty well
endowed in the cock and balls department. My dick's
about seven inches long and a nice full size around.
It's a really nice dick with a well-defined glans.
I've been told that a lot. My balls are awesome
though. They're big and packaged in a heavy sac that
lets them hang low but not too loose. I trim out down
there and shave my balls to show them off.

I can't figure out what it is that made that guy want
to kick me in the nuts so much. I'm not a bad guy. I'm
good-looking, have a nice build, and I'm well
proportioned. I have those classic dark Italian looks
with the typical black wavy hair. My chest is lightly
covered in hair and I have a cool happy trail leading
down to my family jewels.

So what the hell was it? He's good looking as hell!
Maybe he didn't like the way I was looking at him. I
was pretty open about looking at him, maybe I
shouldn't have been. Maybe I offended him. I don't
know.

Steven called the morning after to see if I was okay.
He was very typical Steven. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered honestly.

"Balls okay?

"Yep. I have a question. Why'd you want to kick me in
the nuts?"

"I don't know, same reason you wanted to be kicked in
the nuts. It was hot watching you suffer and be put in
your place and I wanted my piece of it! Listen man;
don't spend too much time thinking about it. It just
is what it is. Things have been put in the right order
and are as they should be. You up for tennis
Saturday?" He obviously didn't want to talk about it
anymore and I wasn't sure I did either. Maybe it would
be better if we just forgot about it and made believe
it never happened.

We play tennis every Saturday morning. It was going to
be awkward seeing him but he was obviously cool about
it. "Yeah." I answered after only a brief hesitation.

"Good boy, bring your balls, we'll play with them." He
hung up as soon as he finished talking. I just looked
at the phone wondering if it was my imagination and I
was reading too much into it or, if he meant something
by what he'd said.

I walked onto the court trying to be confident and
self-assured but feeling kind of embarrassed and
nervous. He nodded hello and volleyed a ball in my
direction. We warmed up a little and then started to
play. I missed his first serve entirely and he yelled
out, "You seem to be having a real problem with
hitting your balls." I was mortified with
embarrassment and looked at the others on the courts.
They were playing their own games, totally oblivious
to us. He stood watching me and waited until I
regained my focus. "Listen, it's easy," he said, "just
keep your eyes on the balls, and hit them." He served
and I missed again. He creamed me, like always. No,
much worse than usual. I was too rattled to play well.
After the third set he gathered up his stuff and
walked toward me on his way to his car. He paused,
"I'll pick you up at 8:30 tonight."

"For what?" We didn't have plans.

"You're going back to meet that guy and I'm going with
you."

"I'm not going." I replied wondering if it came out
convincingly.

"Yes, you are. I'll pick you up at 8:30." He started
to walk away.

"Hey! You want to do dinner first?" I called to him.

"No. You shouldn't eat. I don't want you to puke, and
whatever you do, don't jerk off today." He just kept
walking without even glancing back.

I was horny, nervous, and edgy the whole day. What the
fuck is going on? Why am I even thinking of going
tonight? I kept asking myself over and over. It takes
me forever to get ready. I finally settle on an old
and tattered pair of jeans with a simple sleeveless
tee shirt. I wear a jock strap. I'm not sure why.

Steven came in without knocking. He looked me over
from top to bottom. "Let's go." Is all he says.

"I really don't know if I want to." I tell him. His
foot connects with my balls instantly dropping me to
my knees. I wasn't expecting it and I was totally
unprepared for it.

"I said, let's go." He turned and walked out. I find
him waiting in the car. I get in and slam the door.
"That'll cost you." He says under his breath with an
evil smile on his face. We ride in silence and I
follow him into the bar.

The guy is sitting there leaning back against the bar
drinking a beer form the bottle. Man, he's drop dead
gorgeous. He's tall, dark, muscular, and lean. His
arms are awesome. He reeks sexy.

He stands as we approach him and gathers his change.
"Ready?" He asks instead of saying hello.

Steven says, "Yeah."

What the fuck? "Wait a second. Ready for what?" I ask
him.

"You tell me," he says. "What do you think is going to
happen?"

"I don't know."

"You have only one purpose and that's to suffer.
That's what's going to happen." He walks out with
Steven just assuming I'll follow. I do follow a step
behind them. He stops before getting in his car. "Here
are the rules. You're going to follow us back to my
place. I'm telling you now that once you come in
you're going to do everything we tell you to do. If
you do it willingly I'll go easier on you. If we have
to make you do it, it'll be a lot fucking worse for
you. Do you understand me?" He doesn't even wait for
me to answer. He just gets in the fucking car and
Steven gets in to ride with him! Fuck him! The
bastard! Fuck both of them, I get in my car and follow
him pissed as hell.

When we get to his house he opens the door and turns
to me. "Remember what I said. I'm not joking and I'm
not bluffing." I nod my assent and we walk in. As soon
as we get inside he grabs me by the back of my hair
and pushes me into the bathroom. He knocks me to my
knees and pushes my face into the toilet bowl. "Stay
there. Don't you fucking move. I want to show Steven
around." They both walk out and I'm left wondering
what the fuck I'm doing here, but I don't move and
stay staring into the toilet bowl. Several minutes
pass before they come back and I'm told to follow
them.

We go down into the basement. It's a big room with no
windows and no door other than the one we entered
through. Part of the floor is carpeted and part is
painted concrete. I gulp as I look at the equipment
and apparatus around the room. This isn't a playroom.
This is serious.

"This is your last chance to leave. If you stay that
door gets locked until I decide to open it and let you
out. If you're staying get down on your knees." I look
at him and realize I don't even know his name. I
wonder if he knows mine. I wonder if he cares. I look
at Steven. We've been friends since elementary school.
There's always been a competition and rivalry between
us, the fight to be number one, the fight for
supremacy. The fight I know I've now lost. I stand for
a moment, then drop to my knees before them and clasp
my hands behind me. The door closes with a bang making
me jump and I hear it lock. I close my eyes and say a
prayer....

"Open your eyes. I want you to see it coming." It's
Steven's voice. I open my eyes to look at him. He has
the look of victory on his face, the look of
satisfaction as he steps into the kick and hits my
balls square on. I roll onto the floor and look up at
him standing over me. The other guy lights candles
around to room and takes a seat on a stool to watch
us. "Open your legs." I can't look him in the eye as I
open my legs for him. He stamps his foot down on my
crotch crushing my balls and holds it there pinning me
to the ground. He presses his foot harder into my cock
and balls before letting me loose. "Roll over. I want
you on your knees with your head on the floor." I do
it. I get in the position with my knees spread as far
as I can manage. He kicks me between my legs with most
of the blow landing to my ass and I collapse to the
floor. He pulls me up by the waist of my pants and
kicks my ass again catching my nuts from behind. He
walks away from me.

"Take your clothes off. All of them." Sir's voice is
that same steady tone he always uses. He and Steven
watch as I pull off my shirt. I kick off my sneakers
and pull off my socks. It is so fucking humiliating to
strip down in front of them while they're still fully
dressed and watching me. I take a deep breath as I
drop my pants and step out of them. "Keep those on."
He tells me when he sees my jock strap. "They're an
invitation if ever I've seen one." He pulls his belt
from his pants and folds it in half. "You poor fuck.
You've got it so bad. Every fucking part of you begs
to be tortured and hurt. Turn around and bend over." I
do it, grabbing my own ankles. I can't believe that
I've exposed my naked ass and offered it to him. The
belt cracks across my ass. He lands blow after blow
across my ass covering the whole thing. He cracks me
hard enough that it really hurts but not so hard that
I can't stand it. He just keeps at it. My ass is on
fire and stinging like hell! I put my hands on the
floor to steady myself and he hits me harder. I stay
in that position for as long as I can stand it and
drop to my knees. He fucking racks my ass with the
belt. Oh fuck! Fuck! It hurts so fucking bad. I drop
to the floor and curl into as small a ball as I can
manage but the belt keeps landing. The belt assaults
my thighs and hips. My ass is still partly exposed and
he whacks it really hard. "Make yourself smaller!" I
curl up tighter trying to obey him. "Smaller!" I curl
up crying and begging him to stop. Oh God. I need him
to stop. Finally he does and I'm so grateful he
stopped and so afraid he'll start again that I crawl
to him and kiss and lick his bare feet thanking him
and over and over.

He slips the belt around my neck and clips it in
place. He pulls me over to the mirror to make me look
at myself. He yanks my jock strap down and off of me
leaving me totally naked in front of them. My ass is
so fucking red and welted. My body has big red streaks
across it from the belt. The belt around my neck says
it all. My dick is standing straight out from my body.
They exchange knowing glances. I look down in shame
and humiliation. He pulls my gaze up by my chin.
"Don't you ever fucking move when I'm hitting you.
Don't you dare try to resist me or block it. Not
ever." He picks his knee straight up into my balls and
I take in a breath, but don't move. He knees me in the
balls again and then knocks me behind my knees
dropping me to the floor.

"Crawl over to Steven and apologize for all the times
you've been a complete and utter ass. Tell him you
never should have tried to be his equal. Tell him he's
superior to you in every way and that you'll show him
all the respect he deserves. Then ask him to make you
hurt. Beg him to make you hurt! You so fucking deserve
more pain."

I kneel before Steven and do everything I've been told
to do. It's totally degrading to have to kneel before
my friend and grovel at his feet. "I'm sorry I'm such
an asshole. I'm sorry I tried to challenge you and
compete with you. I'm not your equal. You are superior
to me in every way. I will show you respect and be
obedient from now on. Please Sir, make me hurt.
Please. I need it so bad. Please." He rubs his bare
foot across my face and I stick out my tongue to lick
it. He slides his toes into my mouth and I kiss and
suck them. He pushes his foot further into my mouth
and I struggle not to gag. He pulls his foot from my
mouth and wipes the spit on his foot across my dick.

"Torture him. Make him hurt." Steven tells him.

"You heard the man. Get over here." He cuffs my wrists
and ankles and restrains me spread eagle to chains
from the ceiling and floor. He fastens a harness tight
around my balls. He clips a rope to the harness,
strings it through a pulley hanging from the ceiling,
and attaches a bucket to the end of the rope. "I have
your favorite here." He reaches into a bag and takes
out a pool ball. "I think this is what started it
all." He drops the ball into the bucket and I can feel
my balls yanked up by the pulley. "How many balls are
there?"

"Sixteen, including the queue ball." My heart is
racing. He slowly drops one ball at a time into the
bucket and my balls are pulled up high and tight from
the weight. The pressure is so bad and it hurts, it
really hurts. I stand up on my toes thinking it would
help but it only makes it worse. I can't pull them
back down because it hurts too much. He holds a small
light flogger in front of me. I moan involuntarily. He
slashes it across my balls causing a stinging pain and
a dull thudding ache through them. It gets worse with
every slash. It feels like razor blades raking across
my balls and a hammer hitting them. They are turning a
crimson red as I watch. I whimper and moan and I take
it.

It still hurts after he stops. I'm too tired to react
as I watch him put on a rubber glove. He pours lotion
onto my balls and rubs them. Oh fuck! FUCK! There's
sand in the lotion and he's literally sanding my balls
sack. I squirm and try to pull away but I can't. Oh
fuck, I can't. My balls are getting so hot! What the
fuck is that? He has a smile on his face as he keeps
rubbing it in and my balls get hotter and hotter!
Tears are streaming down my face as I try to stand the
burning sensation. He lets go but there's no relief.
He steps behind me and I feel his hand slip into my
crack. "No, oh please no. Please, please don't." His
finger slips up my hole and the burning pain is
instant. He slides it in and out and it gets hotter
and hotter, burning so bad. I'm squirming like crazy
and yanking the hell out of my balls with the weight
of the pail attached. I can't fucking stand it! He
steps in front of me smiling. He pours the lotion on
my dick and rubs it in hard. It's like jerking off
with sandpaper and then rubbing salt into it. The
burning sensation is so intense

"Want to drink some piss?" I'm so miserable I didn't
think it could get worse. "The correct answer is Yes
Sir, Thank you Sir." I repeat it after him. I watch
him piss into a water bottle and hand it to Steven.
Steven pisses into it. The cover is screwed on and he
brings it to my lips. "Suck it out. Suck our piss into
you, you fucking pig." I close my lips around it and
suck the first swallow into my mouth. It's hot, and
awful. I hate it. I take another swallow, and another.

Steven moves closer and watches intently. "Oh fuck
yeah! Drink my piss you little shit. You're fucking
low life pig. I'll never piss in a toilet again. From
now on you get it all. Mine and anyone else I can get
to donate." He picks up the flogger and slashes it
across my cock and balls. I suck harder taking in more
piss. He smiles and hits my cock and balls again and
again as I suck down all their piss. My balls are
aching. My cock is so fucking hard it's hurting like
hell. I've never seen it so engorged. He strikes it
again and as it bounces from the impact a gush of
pre-cum oozes out. They both see it.

Sir reacts instantly. "Oh you fuck! You little fuck!
Every fucking time I think about going easier on you,
you beg for more. You just fucking beg for it!" He
grabs a heavy flogger and slashes it across my
shoulders. He lashes me again down the center of my
back. He slashes it across my ass cheeks, then across
my thighs. Steven flogs me across my balls and a split
second later my back erupts with pain from the
flogger. I'm jerking and squirming all around. My
balls are yanking at the rope so much the bucket is
swinging back and forth. They keep it up until I
scream. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh please stop. Please
show me some mercy. Please! Oh God please, please, oh
please." I started out screaming and end up whimpering
and begging. I don't stop begging even after they stop
hurting me. They both stare at me until I finally
compose myself. I try to be still and silent.

"No! No mercy!" My stomach knots as he takes one of
the lit candles and pours hot wax all over my dick. I
writhe in agony. Grabbing another candle he pours it
all over my aching balls. I'm beyond begging. I resign
myself to just taking it. I can't stop it. I lean my
head back as they both pour hot wax down my chest.
They pour it all over my bush filling my crotch with a
deep burning sensation. My dick has wax hanging from
it like icicles would hang from a branch. They're
relentless with my nipples. Wax hangs from them and
drips down my stomach. I sob softly, but don't resist.
They cover my back and ass in wax. I'm soaked in
sweat.

I drop to the floor when I'm finally released from the
restraints and the harness on my balls. My balls surge
with pain as the blood rushes back into them. I'm
immediately ordered to get up on my knees to kneel
before my superiors. They pull up stools and sit
before me. Sir rubs his toes across my mouth and I
lick and kiss them. I worship his foot. I suck on his
toes and lick between them. My dick is erect again as
I kiss his feet. He stands and pulls my head back by
my hair and asks me, "Do you want to suck me off?"

"Yes, Sir, please. Please let me suck you." I think
I'm doing the right thing but he holds my hair and
kicks me in my fucking aching balls! "That's for
thinking I'd ever let a scumbag like you suck my
dick." He kicks me in the balls again! I can't fall to
the ground because he's holding me up by my hair. "And
that's for not listening. I told you that you have
only one purpose and that's to suffer. If I let you
suck my dick it would give you another purpose in life
but your only purpose is to suffer." He kicks me
again, "That's so you never forget your place again."
Another kick lands and he lets go of my hair and
allows me to crumple on the ground. "That one was
simply because I like hurting you."

I curl on the floor crying and holding my balls. They
are beet red from the continual beating they've been
taking. The wax is all cracked and peeling off. I look
like shit. I feel like shit. I fucking hurt everywhere
and I'm totally humiliated by what I've allowed to be
done to me.

Sir asks Steven, "What do you think, Man, should we
cut him some slack or push him lower?"

"Fuck him! Push him lower. Show the scumbag how
fucking low and disgusting he is." Steven glares at me
as he talks.

They both stand over me. Sir taunts me further,
"You're a fucking mess. Look at you. You look like
shit! You thought you were hot shit in the pool hall,
now you're just shit. Jerk yourself off like a fucking
animal." Jerking off makes the wax crack and peel from
my dick and it feels like the skin is being peeled
off, but I'm quickly sporting a raging boner again.
"Open your fucking legs like the fucking cock whore
you are." I want to obey him but I can't bring myself
to do it. I can't stand to get kicked in the balls
again. I beg him not to. "Open your fucking legs or
I'll rip your fucking balls off!" I force myself to
open them and make my balls vulnerable to him again.
He drops a pool ball directly on my balls! Oh fuck!
Fuck! "Keep jerking off." I jerk off as he drops
another one directly on my balls again. Oh Shit! A
third one lands. I can't fucking stand it!

I'm pulled over to this thing in the middle of the
room and put over it facing down. "Slide your dick
into it." I'm told. I slide my dick in and its
slippery wet, tight and smooth. It actually feels good
to my rock hard cock. My arms and legs are stretched
out and I'm restrained spread eagle again. "He hands
something to Steven and tells him to piss in a bowl
and soak it in the piss. Steven does it and it soaks
up most of his urine. It's a ball gag and they strap
it into my mouth immediately filling it with the
horrible taste of his piss. Piss keeps oozing out of
it and I keep swallowing it a little at a time. My
balls are pulled back between my legs, secured into a
humbler, and hooked behind my thighs stretching my
balls behind me. He pulls the humbler up and down
making me fuck the contraption my dick is in. I feel a
cold liquid on my crack and a butt plug is savagely
pushed up my ass. The spasms make me scream in pain.
Until they subside.

A paddle lands on my aching butt sending waves of pain
through the dildo up my ass. "Fuck that thing! Fuck
it! Jerk yourself off by humping it!" The paddle lands
across my ass again! He pushes his foot down on my
balls trapped by the humbler crushing them beneath his
foot. He keeps me in a fucking rhythm with his foot.
He lands the paddle on my ass and kicks me in the
balls telling me to fuck like the animal I am. I
fucking hurt everywhere but feel myself moving toward
an orgasm. I breathe deeper and suck more piss out of
the gag and down my throat.

I moan deeply trying to tell them what's about to
happen. He kicks me hard in the balls and paddles my
ass savagely telling me to keep going. I keep fucking
and the orgasm builds closer. I explode in sensation
as my orgasm peaks and I spew cum over and over again.
My whole body is racked by my orgasm and the
contractions are intense.

"You are so fucking going to hate this!" A pool ball
lands on my exposed balls and the pain is awful.
Everything hurts more. Once the sensations of the
orgasm pass I'm so painfully aware of every pain I
have. Another ball lands on my nuts and there's
nothing I can do about it. He pushes his foot against
the plug up my ass and I'm assaulted with pain inside
and out. I fucking hate it!

"Now what," Steven asks?

"Now we leave him here in his own fucking mess. He'll
be so fucking miserable and regret every fucking thing
that happened tonight. He'll fucking hate himself!
Then we'll come back and make him do it again." He
lands a final kick to my poor balls as they walk out
leaving me alone.

He was right. I am so fucking miserable. I am wet,
very uncomfortable, and I hurt everywhere. The
hardened wax is ripping my body hair out with every
move I make. I don't understand why I let this happen.
I keep thinking about it over and over again wondering
what the fuck is wrong with me. I have to piss so bad
and have no choice but to let it flow. I'm more
miserable lying in a puddle of my own cum and piss.
Between that and the oozing piss gag in my mouth I'm
totally overwhelmed by the smell and taste of urine.
I'm totally exhausted and sleep fitfully in my misery.
The only pleasure I feel is sliding my dick back and
forth in the slit it's in. I feel like a complete
loser doing it but it's the only relief from the rest
of my suffering. The night seems to last forever and
my current misery overcomes my fear and dread of what
I know is coming. Anything would be better than this.
I start wishing for them to come back even though I
know what will happen to me.

End Chapter 2:
There's definitely another chapter coming. I like
hearing form people but won't blackmail you into
writing me.

Enjoy,
Eric in South Florida