Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 21:04:50 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 4

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 4: My New Life

He drove us back to my house in silence. He got out
before me and used his key to open the door to let us
in. I felt very self conscious getting out of the car
and walking into my house in just my jeans. I had lots
of visible bruises and was wearing the chain collar
around my neck. I just smiled and waved to my
neighbors as usual as I hurried toward the door. If
anyone noticed anything they didn't show it.

He was already sitting on the sofa when I entered.
"Take your pants off. I want to see what we did to
you." I take a deep breath and open my pants. We've
been friends a long time and I'm not used to stripping
naked in front of him. Besides, this is like the first
step toward bringing what happened into real life. I
step out of my pants. He motions with his finger and I
drop to my knees. He comes to me and takes my arms and
positions them behind my head. He uses his foot to
push at my waist making me bend over slightly. I
wonder if this position looks as submissive as it
feels.

He examines me very closely. He touches some of the
more pronounced bruises and welts. "WOW! We really did
a number on you. Are you okay?" He sits on the sofa
again.

"Yeah. I'm really okay. A little sore but fine
otherwise." It's the truth but it's not the whole
truth. I decide to tell him everything. "To be honest,
I feel better than I have in a long time. I feel
alive! I feel excited and energized. I feel like I'm
actually living instead of just coasting and going
through the motions. I'd been feeling bored and
restless and I don't feel that way anymore." He sits
back and smiles.

"Me too. This week's been awesome. I'm going to be
honest here too. I really liked hurting and
humiliating you. I don't feel bad about it at all. In
fact, I want to hurt you more. I'm looking at your
bruises and I want to add to them. I don't want to
harm you in any way, but I really like seeing you
suffering and miserable. You've always been so fucking
cocky and arrogant it's great to watch you be humbled
in every way." I look down at my dick and he follows
my gaze to my full erection. He does his own dick
adjustment to allow for his erection as well.

"Okay, so we have to make this work because we both
want and need it. First, some rules. You can't call me
Steven anymore. Not ever. You figure it out depending
on the situation, but it better be respectful or
you'll pay." I nod my acceptance. "Next, you don't
jerk off anymore without asking me first. I decide if
it's okay. For you that's a privilege and it's up to
me if you deserve it or not." Shit! I jerk off more
than I want to admit. The idea of asking him each time
is embarrassing. To have to ask him at all is
humiliating. I no longer have the right to do
something that just about every guy does whenever he
wants. I take a deep breath and agree to it. "From now
on you always wear a jock. I intend to kick you in the
balls whenever I want and I want to know where your
balls are." My dick bounces involuntarily as he talks.
I nod again. "I want obedience. I'll be as free as the
situation allows and as discreet as the situation
allows, but I want obedience from you. You do
everything I tell you to do or you'd better have a
damned good reason for not doing it." I agree again.

"Lastly, if you need a beating tell me. If you need
more pain tell me. I know you need it and you know I
like giving it to you. I'm going to be looking for
every opportunity to make you suffer. Don't fuck up on
purpose to get punished. If I have to beat you to
punish you for fucking up it will be a real punishment
and it won't be fun for either one of us. Do you
understand me?"

"Yes Sir. I do understand.

"Is there anything you want or need to say? Now's your
chance."

"How do I let you know if it's going too far or if I
need it to stop?

"I'm not going to let anything harm you. You have to
trust that. If something is going wrong call out my
name. I'll get the message very quickly." I'm
comfortable with that.

"You must be starving, let's go get something to eat."
I pull my pants back on and he tells me my other
clothes are in the back seat of the car and I can
finish getting dressed when we get to the restaurant.
I walk out half naked and again wave to the neighbors.
This time they look at me strangely. The changes are
subtle but definitely there. He used his key to lock
my door. He grabbed my shoulder and moved me a step
behind him. He stepped aside to let me open the door
for him and didn't thank me for my politeness. He did
all the talking at the restaurant and ordered for me.
He ordered me water to drink and when the waiter
walked away he told me, "Oh yeah. You're not allowed
to drink soda anymore just because I say so." He knows
I love soda and hate drinking water. "Be thankful it's
not urine." He reminded me to be thankful it's not
worse. It can always be worse.

We had typical conversation through dinner. "Make sure
you go to the gym in the morning. I don't want any
excuses."

"How am I supposed to do that with all these bruises?
How will I explain them, Sir?"

"Not my problem. You figure it out. You can't hide
from your own life and bruises are now a part of your
existence."

"Also, come to my place after work tomorrow. We owe
John, Jimmy and Cliff an explanation and an
opportunity to accept the new order of things." I sink
in my seat. We've been through this and I know how he
feels so there's no point in telling him how I feel. I
guess this is part of his being in control now. I
respectfully tell him I'll be there.

My mood lifts when he asks if we're still on for
shooting pool this week. We alternate between Tuesdays
and Thursdays and this week we're scheduled to play
Thursday. I'm looking forward to it as always.

He follows me in when he drops me off. He tells me to
strip and kneel before him. I do as I'm told. "I have
to hurt you, you know that." My heart races. I look
down at the floor not knowing what's coming. I do
nothing to resist him. He let's the tension hang in
the air and enjoys my fear and dread. He punches me in
my right arm! Of fuck it hurts! I get back in position
and he does it again in the exact same spot. I moan in
pain but don't move. He punches me again. I drop back
on my legs and grab my arm. "Tell me when you're
ready. I take my hand away giving him access to my arm
but stay back on my legs knowing I'd fall over if I
get hit again. "Get up." I obediently rise up to my
knees as I'm told and he lands another punch to my
arm. I crumble over on my side holding my arm
desperate for some relief. He just watches me writhe
in pain until it subsides a bit. "One in the arm
again, or three someplace else?" I sob at the thought
of more. I move my hand so he knows my answer. I
explode in pain as he punches me again and my arm
cramps and spasms. I roll around on the floor crying
until it subsides a bit. He watches until I'm lying
still and my sobs reduce to sniffling before he leaves
without saying anything. I lay there for a long time
before going upstairs to sit in a piping hot bath in
my Jacuzzi. The water feels great swirling around my
body. I think about the day and my dick rises to the
occasion. It bobs around in the swirling water. My
hand moves instinctively toward it but the pain in my
arm reminds me of the rules. Of course he knows I'm
right handed and that it would hurt when I did
anything. I think about it for a while and pick up the
phone. He's on speed dial. "Sir, may I please jerk
off? Please."  I'm embarrassed to ask but too horny to
sleep.

I can hear his smile in his voice. "Of course, but you
can only use your right arm. If you cum you have to
eat it all. Enjoy." The receiver clicked.

My arm hurt like hell and kept cramping as I tried to
jerk off. I had to keep stopping and it took forever
until I finally came. I looked at my hand full of cum
disgusted at the thought of having to eat it. I
finally swallowed it all. I lay in bed tossing and
turning. Every position hurt someplace. My arm was
killing me. I kept thinking about the weekend and my
dick was rock hard again. I looked at the clock and
decided I'd better not call him again. I finally fell
asleep and woke awhile later feeling wet. I reached
for my dick and it was slick with pre-cum. I smiled to
myself and fell back to sleep feeling content. I slept
like a rock the rest of the night.

The phone rang about thirty minutes before my alarm
clock is set to go off. My arm screamed in protest as
I reached for it. I glance at the display and know
it's him. "Hello, Sir." I say into the receiver while
rubbing my arm.

"I figured you need to get up early this morning. You
might not move as fast as usual. Don't even think
about skipping the gym. I'll see you there." He hung
up before I could say anything.

He was right. I was sore and stiff and moving slow. I
stood under the hot shower forever. I looked at myself
in the mirror and I still had lots of visible bruises.
My ass was covered in black and blues. There were some
on my upper legs too. I had a number of reddened welts
on my back, both my sides, and both my legs. The black
and blue on my right arm was huge. I try calling him
before heading out to the gym thinking I shouldn't go
and I'm shocked at his message on his machine, "I'm
not interested in any excuses just do what you're
supposed to do. If you still want to leave a message
you can. Either way, I have caller ID so I'll still
know you called and you'll have to pay for it." FUCK!
I scream as I slam the receiver down. I jump when the
pone rings a split second later and the display says
it's him. I sit down on the bed with a sinking feeling
in the pit of my stomach because I know I'm fucked.

I pick up the phone begging, "SIR, I'm sorry! I'm
really sorry. I know I fucked up. I swear I'll never
do it again. Please forgive me, Please!"

"Of course I forgive you. Everyone fucks up." I'm so
relieved and grateful for his understanding. "Your
punishment will be severe simply to remind you of the
lesson you just learned. Think of it as a teaching
tool."  He hangs up on me.

I grab my stuff and head to the gym totally pissed at
myself for fucking up so soon. I deserve to be
punished for being so stupid.

I walk into the gym all bright and chipper with a plan
I came up with in the car. I catch up to Steven in the
locker room. In my brightest, cheeriest voice I greet
him, "Good morning, Sir! How are you this fine day?" I
see the smile on his face as he appreciates my
ingenuity. I stow my stuff in a locker and go out to
the floor. He and I never work out together as he
likes to concentrate on his workout. I really struggle
through my work out because I'm so sore. I'm also
sweating like a pig because I wore sweat pants and a
long sleeved shirt to cover up my bruising.

I go to the locker room to get my stuff figuring I'll
shower back at home and run into Steven right by my
locker talking to Dan, one of the trainers we both
know. I bow to them and say, "Good morning gentlemen."
Again his lips curl slightly. I open my locker to grab
my stuff feeling pretty good about things.

Steven has plans of his own. "Hey Dude! I was just
telling Dan about the bet you made the other night." I
freeze in place. I can't believe he told him. I turn
to look at them knowing I'm fucked.

"Yeah. It was really stupid of me."

"It really was. I've always said your attitude and
arrogance would get you into trouble. It's an
invitation for someone to take you down a peg and put
you in your place. Don't you think so Dan?" Dan nods
in full agreement.

Steven continues,"I have to say I really respect how
you owned up to it and took it like a man. Show Dan
your battle scars. You should be proud of them." Fuck
it! He's right! I should be proud of them! I peel off
my sweat shirt and hear a collective gasp from
everyone who can see me. Others gather around to see
for themselves. "That's nothing, show them the rest."
I drop my pants in front of all the guys gathered
around and they all comment again. I'm wearing a jock
like I was told so they see how black and blue my ass
is and examine it and my other bruises asking me for
details about what happened." I give vague answers
telling them I'm okay.

Steven doesn't let up. "The one on your arm is a real
beauty. It must have been a hell of a man who gave you
that one." I just let him go on. "How're your balls?
Are they still all red and swollen?"

"Yes Sir, they are." I know it's coming so I remove my
jock and stand naked in front of all of them. My balls
are still a little red and I have some welts
surrounding them from the flogger. They're not
actually swollen, just big, but they comment on how
swollen they are." My dick starts coming to life as
they talk about how much it must have hurt and I try
to find a way to cover myself. My stuff is in front of
Steven and he has his hands over it so I can't grab
anything.

"Maybe you guys can help us settle something. I'm
supposed to punch him three times to satisfy the bet.
He says I should do it so he can put it behind him. He
says he feels like a cheat if I don't do it. I just
can't make myself do it though. He says if I was a
good friend I'd do it. What do you guys think?" Shit!
Is all I can think. They all join in and try to
convince him that he has to do it or I have no honor.
I'm amazed as he pulls it off.

"I guess you're right." He tells me. "Let's get this
over with before I chicken out again. Where do you
want it?"

I'm trying to keep my hands in front of my inflating
dick. How can I possibly explain an erection in this
situation? "You get to decide. It's part of the bet."

"I didn't know that. I guess your right leg; it has
the fewest bruises on it." I lean against the lockers
as I prepare for what's coming. He lands a solid shot
to my thigh. I try not to react too much at the pain.
"Tell me when you're ready." I look around at everyone
watching. Guys seem to be fascinated by seeing someone
get punched. I nod and another blow lands in the exact
same spot and my leg cramps right up. I lean against
the locker for support and pull my leg up to try to
get some relief. "I can't do it. I can't hit you
again."

Dan tries to convince him, "You gotta do it, man. He's
come too far to stop now." The others join in trying
to convince him. I know it's coming anyway.

"Please do it. Please. I need for you to do it." I beg
for it. He delivers. I curl up against the locker as
much to hide my raging hard on as to steady myself.
Dan grabs me and pulls me away from the locker in an
effort to get me to sit down. I see the reaction as
the others see my dick fully erect. They turn and walk
away from me. I'm left with just Steven and Dan
looking down on me.

Dan looks at Steven smiling and gives him a high five
as he walks away. Steven smiles at me and tells me to
go shower. He's gone when I get back. The black and
blue on my leg is almost the same size as my arm. As
I'm dressing a couple of guys come in and ask what
happened. I tell them I lost a bet.

I grow increasingly anxious as the day passes. It
isn't going to be easy to face my friends. I
understand Steven's point but it still won't be easy
for me to do. I can tell from the cars parked out
front that I'm the last to arrive. I take a deep
breath and walk in. They're all sitting so I just
stand by the door to see how I'm going to be received.

Steven brings me into the conversation. "I've told
them everything. They're okay with it." I look at them
and they look okay. "Take your clothes off so they can
see you." I take a deep breath. I unbutton my shirt
and pull it off. Their reaction is subtle but
definitely there. Cliff leans forward while Jimmy sits
back. John is watching intently and rocking slightly
back and forth. I kick off my sneakers and bend over
to pull off my socks. I pile my clothes together. I
open my pants and drop them. I step out of them. Cliff
says, "Fucken A!" John leans all the way forward and
says, "Holy Shit!" My dick is almost hard by the time
I pull my jockstrap down. This is it. I'm standing
completely naked in front of my friends, there's
definitely no turning back now. Steven snaps his
fingers and I drop down to my knees. I put my hands
behind my head and bend slightly at the waist. They
stare at me intently. John gets up and walks around me
looking intently at all my bruises. Cliff joins him
all excited. "I want to watch! Oh man I gotta see
this!" Cliff tells Steven. John tells him he wants to
see it too.

Steven takes his belt off. "Go upstairs and lay face
down on the bed in the guest room." I do as I'm told.
I lay naked on the single bed in the middle of the
room waiting for them to come up. All of the other
furniture has been taken out of the room. They come up
without Jimmy. I'm guessing he left. John and Cliff
stand against the wall to watch. Steven lashes his
folded belt across my back. The blows are hard and
stinging, but not brutal. He lands blow after blow. He
completely covers every inch of my body from my neck
down to my feet. He just keeps at it relentlessly. He
offers the belt to John who takes it willingly. Steven
steps back to watch John continue to punish me. I
can't believe how much my life has changed in just a
week. My entire backside is on fire. John hands the
belt back to Steven.

"Roll over." I lay on my back showing all of them my
erection. Steven lands the belt across my stomach and
continues to belt me across my front as completely as
he'd done my back. I watch him inflict this pain on
me. I writhe and squirm beneath the belt but don't
resist the punishment. A string of pre-cum connects my
dick to my stomach. Jon takes the belt from him and
continues to hit me. All of my skin is bright red and
streaked with welts. Tears run down my face. I bite my
lip to keep from crying out.

Steven attaches clothes pins to my nipples. John hits
them with the belt sending a stinging pain through the
tender skin. Steven replaces them each time John
knocks it off with the belt. I gasp each time it
happens.

Steven takes the belt back and stands at the foot of
the bed. He grabs my legs and pulls me down toward the
edge and pushes my legs apart. John and Cliff move
right beside the bed to get a perfect view. Steven
glares down at me. "I've been waiting all day to do
this." He lands the belt down on my balls on a
downward motion. I clench my fists and tighten my
stomach muscles to fight against the pain. "Count them
backwards starting with ten." I count each blow as I
was told to. Each blow seems slightly harder than the
one before it. He's really slashing it down hard as I
get closer to one. The last three blows are absolutely
punishing to my balls. I lift almost completely off
the bed in reaction to the pain. I'm whimpering and
begging softly between sobs totally lost in the pain.

A sharp stinging pain hits my dick and I'm pulled back
by this new sensation of pain. Cliff is slashing my
cock with a bamboo cane. He's hitting it in sharp
rapid succession along the length of my shaft but
concentrating just below the head of my dick. It hurts
like hell but I feel myself being pulled toward an
orgasm. I'm rising up to meet the cane. I tell them
I'm going to cum. I say it over and over. No one says
anything but it doesn't stop. I do everything to hold
it back but I can't. My dick erupts in a powerful
orgasm shooting cum all over myself. I cry out in pain
as the sensations of orgasm subside and the sensations
of pain overwhelm me. Finally it stops. I lay there
totally spent.

Steven throws a pair of gym shorts on to my scum
covered chest and tells me to leave. "Put those on and
get the fuck out of here. You're a fucking low life
scum bag and you disgust me." I leave without putting
anything else on and without cleaning the cum off
myself.

I run to my car and pray no one sees me. I drive home
half naked and feel so self conscious. I run into my
house in the same effort to avoid seeing anyone. I go
upstairs and look at myself in my mirror. My whole
body is red and streaked with welts. I'm mesmerized by
it. I taste the cum off my stomach. I swallow as much
as I can get off of myself. I crawl into bed and dial
Steven's number.

He answers the phone saying, "Yes, you can jerk off."
I hear the three of them laughing as he hangs up. I
jerk off and sleep soundly in my own mess tightly
clutching my balls.

End Chapter 4:
The next chapter is in my head. All I have to do is
find the time to type it out.  ((wink))

Eric
In South Florida