Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 05:10:17 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 22

This story is 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 22


He left me kneeling in the corner as he got ready to
go out. I couldn't see him but was curious as to what
was taking him so long. I could hear him futzing
around the room and I could see his shadow on the wall
as he moved about. I didn't dare to turn around as
there was some lingering tension from the afternoon
discussion and I didn't want to do anything to tick
him off.

From behind, he pulls a handful of my hair into his
firm hand. I'm relieved to be getting his attention
again. There was a lingering thought that at the last
minute he wasn't going to bring me with him. I respond
to his signal and turn around to face him. He looks so
fucking hot dressed all in leather. He's wearing black
leather chaps over his well-worn jeans and his bulge
is very impressive. His new boots are kick ass! His
leather and metal harness accentuate every inch of his
muscular chest and abs. His single armband around his
left arm is the perfect accent. He pulls on his
leather vest as I watch his muscles flex. Between his
hairy chest, his two-day growth of beard, and his
somewhat too long disheveled hair he has a wild and
dangerous look to him. I feel my stomach flutter and
my mouth go dry and I'm astounded that looking at him
can make me feel this way.

I rise to my feet at his signal. We stand side by side
in front of the mirror. Together we're quite a sight.
Our hair is a bit too long and wild. Neither of us has
shaved in a couple of days. It shows that we've both
been working out really hard and we're looking lean
and tight with bulges in all the right places. He's
naturally hairier, plus I'm trimmed, but the furry
look is working for both of us. Still, I look so naked
and plain next to him. My hairless crotch is
conspicuous to us both. His leather makes him look
strong and fierce while my nakedness makes me look
weak and submissive. His leather displays his high
position in the leather/BDSM scene while my nakedness
just makes me look... I don't know, low, without a
significant place in things. Even a collar would
define my position. This way there's nothing. He drops
a pair of old black gym shorts on the floor in front
of me. "Put those on." I pull them on and look back in
the mirror totally disappointed. "I'm ready. Let's
go."

I follow him out to the car quietly. He sets the tone
by opening the trunk, "Get in. If you're going to sulk
you can sulk alone."

"I wasn't sulking..." I stop talking the instant I see
the anger flare in his eyes.

He reaches into the trunk and pulls out a rag. Holding
it in front of my face he tells me, "Open." I open my
mouth and he shoves the rag in it more to humiliate me
than to gag me. "Now, get in." I obediently climb into
the trunk and lay down in it. "Now, give me the shorts
back." I peal them off and hand them back. Fuck, I can
tell it's going to be one of those nights where I
can't do anything right. The darkness is total when he
closes the lid and I settle the initial sense of
anxiety that rises. I remind myself that I'm as safe
in the trunk as I am in the car. I take comfort in
that I can still hear the radio in the trunk.

Arriving at the club it seems a long time until he
opens the trunk. I blink at the new light when he
opens it and focus in on several guys looking down on
me. They enjoy my situation and my nakedness. I put
the shorts back on when he gives them to me. He takes
the rag out of my mouth and I follow him into the
club. Walking right up to a group of guys he returns
their greeting in a friendly manner. Looking at me, he
spits on the floor in front of me. "Put your tongue on
that spot and don't move." I drop down to my knees and
elbows; put my tongue directly over the wet spot he
created, and stay there without squirming around while
he socializes.

He allows me to rise and follow into the main room
where the demos usually take place. He brings me over
to a post with rigid irons attached at the top and
bottom. He backs me into them and closes me into the
irons at the top, which go around my neck and both my
wrists. My ankles are spread about two feet apart and
locked into the irons also. A ball gag insures my
silence. I'm on the outskirts of the room and
everyone's attention is focused in the middle so most
of the guys have their back to me. I can't really see
what's going on but catch glimpses as people move and
I see through the crowd.

They carry in a black guy strapped down tight to a
body board. The board is placed over two sawhorses.
There are two guys working on him as everyone else is
watching. I see his lower legs are now straddling the
body board and secured to the legs of the sawhorses.
His arms are stretched straight out from his shoulders
but I can't see what they're attached to. I can feel
the intensity of the tension in the room. I catch
glimpses of a table with medical instruments and
definitely smell alcohol or beta dine or some such
thing. I can't move at all in the rigid irons but
really want to see what's happening.

The silence of the room deepens and I can hear the
poor slave begging though I can't tell what he's
begging for. He keeps saying, "Please.... Oh please, oh
please. Please," over and over. He's promising to be
good, to behave.... The crowd moves briefly and I see in
a split second the terror in his eyes that's
preventing him from forming a coherent thought.
Catching quick glimpses and piecing the sights
together I can see that they're going to do some kind
of medical procedure or surgery on him and my own fear
prevents me from believing it can really be happening.

Except for the slave's breathing and begging the room
is completely silent. I hear him gasp as the straps
holding him are made even tighter so he can't move at
all... The "medic" talks to him and his voice is calm
but carries an evil threat. "Don't move. It will be so
much worse for you if you move. If you move I might
fuck it up and there will be no fixing it if I fuck it
up. There'll be no fixing it, remember that." Except
for his whimpering the slave goes still. I'm almost
glad I can't see but still struggle to get a glimpse
of what's happening. I can't resist.

I hear Michael's voice behind me. "I want to do this
to you tonight. I want it to be you on that table. I
want to watch the spikes put through your nipples and
the rings put in permanently. How sweet those rings
would look on you. How sweet you'd look chained to the
fucking wall by your own nipples. And, then the Prince
Albert.... No anesthesia, nothing to dull the pain. Just
the looped needle to puncture the holes in your prick
and then the ring slid through them. And then every
three months a bigger and bigger ring. A nice heavy
chain through the three rings with a leash attached.
One fucking tug and I'd have your complete and
undivided attention."

I feel the terror catch in my throat as I hear the
poor slave scream. I hear his desperation as he's
reminded that it's only the first one. I look
desperately around the room until I see Steven. His
eyes are focused right on me. His arms are crossed in
front of his chest and he looks pissed. I feel Michael
run his tongue across my nipple and I see Steven's
temper flare. I look at him desperately trying to
communicate that I have no control over what's
happening. Michael laughs. "It's so fucking easy to
torture you. There are so many ways to fuck you up."
He nibbles on one nipple while teasing the other with
his hand. He raises his leg and brushes it against my
crotch and my dick strains against the plastic
constraint it's trapped in. A quick and unexpected
knee to my thigh makes me close my eyes to deal with
the sudden pain. When I open them, I don't see Steven.
He obviously moved from where he was but now I can't
find him. "You're next slave. Pay attention to what's
happening. I want you to know what's coming for you."

He moves away to watch and I desperately look for
Steven but I can't move hardly at all and he's out of
my line of vision. I keep saying his name over and
over in my head trying to will him to come to me. I
look to the side and realize he's now standing beside
me. I can't talk and he's not looking at me but I feel
so much better with him close to me. I hear the slave
scream again. Steven looks at me, "Don't fuck it up.
You have no idea the price you'll pay if you fuck it
up." I nod as best I can. He touches my cheek and
walks away again. I take a deep breath, a sigh of
relief. If he's warning me not to fuck it up it means
I haven't fucked it up. I'm determined not to fuck it
up.

The demo continues. I continue to see snippets as guys
move in and out of my way. They pierce both nipples of
the slave and give him a Prince Albert as well. His
screams rip through the room as they pierce his cock.
I'm amazed at some of the Doms saying it doesn't hurt
much but I notice most of them don't have their
nipples pierced so how do they know anyway. I overhear
the story that although the slave is absolutely
terrified of needles it was his gift to his Master for
their fifth anniversary together. He did it willingly
just to show his Master how much he loves him. I think
about what I do for Steven and realize my efforts have
been pretty lame compared to this slave. I look at him
with admiration thinking I could learn from him. I
wonder if I can get permission to talk to him.

As the procedure ends the guys disperse to take a
break. I hadn't seen my boss with Josh and Joey but
they are walking toward me. They must have been on the
other side of the room behind everyone else. My boss
looks at me intently as he approaches. I uselessly try
to maintain my dignity in front of him. His eyes are
all over me. "Piece of shit." He says it low but with
total disdain. "Slave. Pussy Boy. Cunt. Bitch.
Eunuch." His eye contact as he calls me all these
degrading names is more nerve racking than the names
themselves. I realize how much his approval means to
me. My work is a sense of pride for me and to have the
one person who controls that hurling insults my way is
tough to take. I also realize that whatever happens
tonight will hang between us at work even if it goes
unspoken. He catches Josh's hand with lightening speed
as Josh reaches out to touch me. "You must ask his
owner first. You don't touch someone else's property
without permission. Even if it is a low life, piss
drinking, scum swallowing, man serving, piece of worm
covered shit." That takes a good hit to my ego.

Steven is right there a second later. He reaches out
to shake my boss's hand in a warm greating, as he
looks Josh right in the eye. Catching the slight
tension my boss immediately starts talking to ease the
situation. "Steven, let me introduce Josh to you. He
is very new to the scene and is fascinated by all of
it. I told him that I'd introduce the two of you
tonight and he is very hopeful that you'd be willing
to help him."

Josh jumps right in, "Please... do I call you Sir? I'm
desperate to try some stuff. My boyfriend is too new
to it all. He's too afraid to try anything. What
you've done to yours is awesome. I haven't stopped
thinking about it since I saw him yesterday. I'd love
to try some stuff on him."

Steven is really a nice guy and I can see him warming
up already. "Call me Steven. What would you want to do
to him?"

"I want to make him hurt. I look at all those fucking
bruises and I want to see him in that kind of pain."

"I'll make you a deal. I'll let you use my slave if
you let me use your boyfriend." He looks at Joey like
a piece of meat.

"He's such a pussy. He can't handle any pain." I watch
Joey shrink a little bit as his ego deflates.

Steven looks him over, "I'm looking for a pussy. I
have my own boy to torture. I don't need yours. I'll
let you play with my slave if I can fuck your
boyfriend. His mouth and his ass."

Josh glances at Joey and gives a quick nod as if to
ask if it's okay. Joey gives an almost imperceptible
affirmation. Josh tells Steven, "You've got a deal!
You have to show me what to do though."

Steven looks at my boss, "Do you want to show him?"

"Sure. I'd be happy to." With that he turns right
around and pulls my shorts down. I don't know why it's
so humiliating to me. They've all seen me naked but to
have your boss pull your pants down is a whole
different thing. Steven hands him the keys to the
rigid irons as well as to the chastity device. I'm
released from the irons and stand there naked in front
of them.

They put leather restraints on my wrists. My boss is
on one side with Josh watching and following his lead
on the other side. I can see the excitement in Josh's
eyes as well as in his hard on. Ankle restraints
follow next. I'm led to the center of the room where a
winch and chain hang from the ceiling. My wrists are
attached to the chain and the winch is used to pull me
up. My boss moves slow and purposeful. His eyes bore
into me. The head fuck is getting to me a bit. I'm
pulled tight and have to rise to the balls of my feet
to stay in contact with the ground. He pulls my shorts
off completely. My ankles are clipped together making
my balance precarious and the pressure on my arms
greater.

"Now you can touch him all you want." Josh's hands go
right to my nipples. He fucking tortures them between
his fingers. Pinching, twisting, pulling. He holds me
tight by my waist and goes at them with his mouth. He
holds them between his teeth and backs up. I close my
eyes to ease into the pain. He goes behind me and
spanks my ass with his hand. As he gains confidence he
hits me harder. My boss just watches, smiling.

I can see Steven with Joey. Steven is leaning on a
table holding Joey in front of him. He was gently
fondling Joey's nipples while Josh was assaulting
mine. Now that Josh is wailing down on my ass Steven
turns Joey toward him and gently rubs his hands over
Joey's smooth unblemished ass. Josh pushes his
spit-covered finger up my hole roughly probing until
he gets bored. "Now what can I do?"

Handing him two pieces of rubber hose my boss tells
him, "Try these. Not too, hard. They hurt like a
mother-fucker." The first hit tells me he's right.
Josh holds one in each hand and circles my body
hitting me with them. In his inexperience he hits fast
and hard. There's no recovery time. I appreciate the
skill of the others more as I experience his lack of
skill. I can't even count how many times he's hitting
me front and back. I'm so thankful for the chastity
device protecting my cock and balls. I fucking hurt so
bad everywhere and keep telling myself that a rubber
hose does no damage and leaves no marks, but I can see
the red lines it's leaving across my body. My boss
looks content and pleased as he watches me being
beaten.

Joey drops to his knees and puts his mouth over
Steven's rock hard dick. Steven leans back more
comfortably and watches me take a beating. As I grow
tired I sag against the restraints holding me up. My
boss steps up and Josh takes a break. Taking one of
the hoses from Josh he lands some solid cracks for
himself. He's slow, methodical, and precise. Each blow
is calculated for maximum pain. I cringe under his
punishment. "Remember this beating like you remember
the taste of my hot piss. Remember it like you
remember my cock up your ass. Remember that I know
what you look like under your suit and in my eyes I
always see you naked and bruised. I don't forget for
one second of the day that you're nothing but a
low-life slave so don't you forget that this is my
right and I can do this to you, any time, any place,
for any reason. And I will. You can bet on it."

Reaching back into his bag he pulls out a long dildo.
He makes a show of lubing it. Handing it to Josh, "I
think you know where this goes." Josh puts the tip of
it against my hole and starts working it in. It's hard
to relax in this position so it hurts as the head of
it pops through my sphincter. The bastard immediately
pulls it out and does it again, and again. Each time
my hole strains to take it in he pulls it out before I
have a chance to relax and dilate.

While he's torturing my boy-hole Steven leans Joey
over the table and almost lovingly lubes his hole ever
so gently with his fingers. He's slowly working in his
fingers and massaging Joey's sphincter to get it to
loosen up for him. Joey is lying there comfortably
stretching as he's being pleasured.

Josh pushes the dildo in quite a way and I see stars.
He quickly pulls it out again. FUCK! I'm no more
prepared when he shoves it far in and again pulls it
out. He's fucking long-dicking me with a dildo,
assaulting my ass inside and out.

Steven slowly eases his cock into Joey while massaging
his back to help him relax as he's doing it. He fucks
him slowly and gently.

Josh pushes the dildo into and out of my ass. It burns
and hurts so fucking bad. Realizing I can't take much
more my boss lowers the winch and pulls me forward
over a table much like the one Steven is fucking Joey
on, but unlike Joey I'm Pulled over the short end with
my ass and face hanging over the edges. My ankles and
wrists are clipped to the legs so I'm stretched
across.

Joey pushes his cock up my ass while my boss steps in
front of me and removes the gag. He does nothing but
stand there with his dick hanging out in front of my
face. He doesn't bring it to my mouth like I expect.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I reach with my
tongue and lick the tip of it. He keeps it right there
so I guess I'm doing the right thing. I move forward
with the power of Joey's thrusts up my butt and I put
my lips to boss man's dick. I stretch to get my mouth
around it to suck him. He points out, "Cocksucker.
You're nothing but a cocksucking whore. You took my
dick in your mouth without even being told. You
reached for it. You want to suck your boss's dick. Now
that we both know it you'll have plenty more chances."

Joey is hitting my back with the rubber hose as he
fucks me. Each hit hurts like hell! I concentrate on
sucking as a distraction and I suck him good. It must
feel good to him because he's easing his big dick into
and out of my mouth. I feel him swelling and know
he'll shoot soon. I work him harder. He shoots his
load into my mouth as a really hard blow lands to my
back and I gasp some of it out. I frantically try to
swallow but I see some of it spatter on my boss's
pants leg and boot. I swallow his other ropes of cum
as they shoot from his slit. He lifts his boot to my
mouth and I lick the spattered cum from it without
being told. "Add my cum to your list of memories and
get used to the taste of my boots. Licking them is now
a regular part of your routine."

Joey goes redneck on my ass and back. I just cowboy up
and take it. No complaints, no crying, no begging. I
just endure it all as I'm watched intently. He finally
cums up my ass and all over my backside. I lay there
panting and exhausted. I look up to see Steven holding
Joey tightly in his arms kissing the back of his neck
and rubbing his hands gently up and down his back.

I feel the flogger hit me without ever knowing it was
coming. My boss is teaching Josh how to use the
flogger for the first time. First, the expert
demonstration with the blows being well placed with a
stinging with force. Then the amateurish attempt with
blows landing everywhere. He's a patient teacher and
Josh an over enthusiastic student. I'm just the object
they're using for target practice.

Finally my boss tires and says his good byes. I'm left
tied over the table as Steven, Josh, and Joey have a
nice conversation with each other. They are obviously
enjoying themselves while I remain uncomfortable and
hurting. I'm fighting my anger, and I have to admit my
jealousy as well because Joey is all over Steven who
is responding in kind. Steven also has his hands all
over Josh who is not backing off or resisting at all.

Coming to me Steven kneels beside me. "You okay?"

"I'm uncomfortable and sore." I respond hoping to get
some sympathy and compassion and maybe some of the
tenderness he's been lavishing on Joey.

"As you should be." His response is hard and decisive.
My temper flares and he seems to wait it out until I
get it under control again. "I meant are you okay with
me hanging out and playing with these guys; you know,
like I'm okay with you playing with other guys. I know
we had this conversation but I just want to be sure,
babe."

How can I respond to that? I want to say, no, I'm not
okay with it. I want to tell him I'm pissed as hell
that he made me take a beating while he was all gentle
and loving with Joey boy. That I want him to take me
home and lavish me with attention and gentle romance
and maybe even buy me a present to show me how much he
loves me. Even I know I'm being a jealous and
possessive, immature little prick. He certainly knows
it.

"Yes. I'm fine with it." I try to say it without any
tone or attitude and almost accomplish it.

"That's funny, I didn't hear the words Master or Sir
come out of your mouth, but I'm glad you're fine with
it because I'm taking them both home tonight. It seems
Josh is willing to experience some of what it's like
to be a boy so he can train Joey better. At least
that's what he's saying his reason is. In any case, it
seems the shoe is on the other foot tonight and I'm
going to get to experience having a couple of boys
like you get to experience having a couple, well, more
than a couple of doms."

He waits patiently as I gather my thoughts and get my
emotions under control. "Master, I'm very sorry I came
across as disrespectful. I didn't mean to. Please
forgive me, Sir. You deserve to have a great
experience and I promise I will do everything I can to
make it better for you. Please Master."

"I'll forgive you... but you know forgiveness and
penance are not the same thing. You need to do penance
first. Unfortunately, you also need the punishment to
reinforce the lesson. You're not a quick learner when
it comes to the hard lessons." I figure he's setting
me up to take the brunt of everything tonight because
Josh and Joey are so new to the scene. He's going to
make an example of me and I'm okay with that. It will
be fun for all of us.

He unlocks the chastity device as he continues
talking, "Good night, boy. I've arranged for Michael
to baby-sit you tonight. I'll pick you up from him
when I'm ready to take you back." I'm so stunned I'm
speechless! I don't believe he's actually leaving
until the three of them walk out. I'm waiting for him
to come back any second and ask me if I've learned my
lesson. SHIT!! Damn him!

It's not until Michael comes to get me with some of
his friends that I know Steven was serious. Well fuck
him! If he can play so can I! Two can play at this
game. I can have just as good a time as he can. I'm
pulled out of my thoughts as Michael shoves a dildo
with a handle up my ass. His friends release me from
the table, clip my hands behind my back, and Michael
uses the handle on the dildo to push me along and
guide my direction. He holds it high, so high that I'm
on my toes as he parades me around the room. He locks
his arm around my neck pulling my shoulders against
him but pushes the dildo forward hard so my crotch and
pelvis are arched forward and I'm barely touching the
floor with my toes as I try to keep up with him.

His friend ties a rope around my cock and balls
pulling them forward as I'm again paraded around the
room with everyone laughing and cheering them on.
Humiliation at it's finest. They move me toward the
door and surround me as we step outside. I can't
fucking believe that they're doing this to me. They
run me across the parking lot and push me down on the
floor of Michael's truck. They put their booted feet
all over me. They pump the dildo in and out of my ass
and pull the rope around my balls as we drive back to
his house. They drag me into his basement dungeon the
same way they dragged me out of the club.

I'm held in the center of the room with them standing
all around me. Michael talks, "All good men go to
heaven and all bad boys land in hell. Welcome to your
hell, boy."