Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005 20:13:34 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls: Chapter 6

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 6:  Night at the Club

I'm told to go directly to David's office by the guy
at the front desk when I get to the gym. Steven, John,
and Sir are sitting with him talking. "Come in and
close the door." I step in hesitantly and close the
door. I have no idea what this is about. "Strip and
kneel." Oh man! Not here, I think to myself but follow
his instructions. I kneel naked before them making
sure to clasp my hands behind my head and bend
slightly at the waist.

They look me over. "You okay?" It's the standard
question. I nod that I am. My back has a few welts but
it's not too bad. There are more marks from them
hitting me after the flogging.

David Talks, "Last night you said you wanted to play
in the big leagues and we gave you a sample of it. You
handled it. Is this the level you want to play at?"
I'd been asking myself the same question all night.

"Yes, Sir." I tell them all. Steven sits back in his
seat and crosses his legs. John just shakes his head.
There's no reaction from the other two.

"Then we need to have some rules for everyone's
benefit. We've drawn up a contract." A contract? He
has my full attention. "Some of these are to protect
you from yourself. You're a little out of control and
we want to make sure you don't fuck up. Number one,
nothing permanent. No piercings, no tattoos, no
branding, nothing like that for at least one year.
After that it's your choice." I nod. "Number two,
nothing that may leave scars. No whipping, single
tails, cats, or anything like that, also for a year.
Then you decide." I hadn't been thinking along those
lines so it's okay with me. "You're a sick fuck. You
like the bruising. You show it off like some badge of
courage. So number three is you cover up appropriately
at work, around the neighborhood, the mall, shit like
that." It makes sense. I have no problem with it.
"Next, we don't want to be embarrassed by you. We
don't want you scaring the kiddies and little old
ladies going to church. Don't go all sub on us." I
smile at that one, so do they.

"More serious stuff. No drugs, no alcohol, nothing to
dull your feelings or impair your judgment. We're
going to push your fucking limits to the wall. That
includes pain, bondage, deprivation, humiliation,
embarrassment, and degradation. Don't go pussy on us.
We don't want to hear that we hurt your feelings or
that you need a hug. You pull that shit and you're
out. In line with that: no relationships for at least
six months to a year. You're going to be going through
too much in your own head to make good decisions. We
don't want you to end up with some sadistic fuck that
ruins your life." I take a deep breath. He's right. I
need to figure this whole thing out for myself. I
agree again.

"Now, safety. Do you have any conditions we need to
know about?" I tell them no. "Okay then. We have a
good handle on you. We can read you pretty well. Pick
a safe word. Make it simple and practice it until it's
what you think of when you can't think of anything
else. Also, if you call any one of us by name we'll
assume you're in over your head. Now here's the thing.
We want you against the wall. We want you pushed until
you literally can't go more. You don't use your safe
word as an obstacle to that goal. Do you understand
that?" I tell them I do. "It's here in writing. If you
sign it, you become a property, a commodity, and a
toy. It gives us the right to treat you like the
lowest form of life on earth, and we will. You give up
your manhood and all the rights and privileges that go
with it." The contract is for one year. We'll review
it once a month. You'll get a phone call every morning
to see if you're okay. If you're not, you tell us
then. If you don't tell us we proceed on course. If
you break the contract it's over. No discussion, no
second chance." He lets that sink in. I tell them I'll
sign it.

"You belong to all of us. Michael is in charge. Steven
knows you best but doesn't have the experience or the
connections. John's not interested and I'm not ready
to make that commitment. He's the best choice." I look
at Sir, but I want to be sure. I ask who Michael is.
He looks me right in the eye; "I'm the one who's going
to take you to hell and back, over and over again."

"Can I ask one question?" Steven nods. I take a deep
breath, "Did you guys fuck me last night?" It's a very
strange feeling not knowing if they did or not.

Steven looks me in the eye. "It's none of your
business. You're just a hole to fuck and as men we
have the right to fuck you. Whether or not we exercise
that right is none of your fucking business." Well, I
guess he told me. They slide the paper across the
floor and I sign it.

 "We'll pick you up at 7:00 for dinner." They walk out
leaving me alone. My nervous energy is high all day
and I have a kick ass day at work! My boss tells me if
I keep working at this level there'll be a raise and
promotion in it for me. He says we'll review it in
three months. My anxiety levels rise as it gets later
because I have no idea what the plans are for tonight.

I'm ready at 7:00 when Steven and John get there to
pick me up. We go to dinner. Steven takes my menu away
from me so I know I'm not ordering my own food. Steven
hands me a blue pill and tells me to take it. I know
it's a viagra but don't understand why he wants me to
take it. I'm already hard. I do it anyway. They both
order and the waiter looks at me. Steven tells him I'm
not eating. I'm starving but say nothing. I sit there
and watch them eat. Steven puts his plate of scraps in
front of me. I don't touch it. Suddenly my balls get
crushed with a wicked kick right between my legs. John
is sitting across from me with a satisfied smile on
his face. "Remember your place. You should be grateful
to share our food. Remember that when this incident
comes back to bite you in the ass, and I promise you
it will." I apologize and go to take a bite but Steven
takes the plate back and hands it to the waiter to
take it away. I go hungry. In the car they tell me
where we're going and on the way to the club I'm made
to take off everything but my pants and jock strap. My
dick is rock hard and showing through my pants.

We arrive at the club and I'm amazed at how crowded it
is! There are a lot more guys here tonight than there
was last night. A lot of them are dressed in leather;
chaps, vests, harnesses, the full gear. Lots of them
have tattoos and piercings. Many of them have shaved
heads and unshaven faces. This is a rough looking
crowd. I feel preppy. I see Michael/Sir and David
talking to a couple of big guys, mean looking
motherfuckers! David fits right in wearing leather
pants and just a leather harness accentuating his
bulging muscles. Sir looks more refined in black jeans
and a leather vest. His furry chest and awesome pecs
and abs make him drop dead gorgeous. The four of them
walk over to us. The biggest guy is about 6"2 and
maybe 200 pounds of solid muscle. He's wearing chaps
with a cod-piece and a vest. He has the look of
someone who shaved his body and it's been growing back
a while. He glares at me. He stares me down until I
drop my gaze. As soon as I do he drops me to my knees
with a fucking blow to my balls like I've never felt
before. He follows with a hard and swift kick to my
ass. I'm knocked over and he kicks me in the gut
followed by another kick to my balls. I curl up in a
ball to protect myself. I look up to see Steven, John,
Michael, and David smiling. The guy reaches down and
yanks off my pants without opening them. I hear them
and my jock strap rip as they come off of me. He just
throws them aside. "Put him in the fucking cage." I'm
dragged and put into a small cell that's maybe five by
three and maybe four feet high. I couldn't even sit up
in it if I was by myself but there are already two
other naked guys in it, obviously subs. We're all over
each other trying to fit and get settled. They push me
into the center and they're all over me, groping my
cock and balls and grabbing at my ass. One of them
goes down on my dick and I'm afraid I'm going to get
in trouble for it but it feels too good to tell him to
stop. I see guys watching and making fun of us. My
dick is fully engorged and I don't know if it's from
my own excitement or the Viagra I was made to take.

I start to ask them a question and one of them
instantly puts his hand over my mouth and shakes his
head no. I take it that means we're not allowed to
talk. A bunch more guys come in, some have their boy
naked and in a collar, some have them down on all
fours to crawl in. They are all beaten in some way for
no apparent reason. Another one is stuffed in our cage
and then others are cuffed to a pipe hanging from the
ceiling.

The two big guys open the cage and tell me to get out.
I'm scared shitless! They grab me hard and roughhouse
me, dragging me over to what looks like a doctor's
exam table, stirrups and all. I resist in an effort to
stall long enough to calm down a bit but they just use
more force. Their grip on my arms and legs feel like a
vice. I'm picked up and dropped hard onto the table.
My wrists are quickly cuffed onto a bar above my head.
My legs are forcibly strapped into the stirrups. I'm
telling them I'm not ready and begging them to give me
a minute, but I can't get their attention. I look to
Steven and Michael but they're standing there watching
intently. A bit gag is strapped across my mouth and my
anxiety rises because I won't be able to use my safe
word. I lock eyes with Steven to find some assurance
and he mouths to me, "YOU ARE FUCKED!" I take a deep
breath and try to resign myself to whatever is going
to happen.

The big guy pours lube all over my balls and works
them hard, pulling, tugging, twisting and squeezing
them. He works them and slaps them and then works them
again getting progressively rougher until my stomach
is knotting from clenching against the pain. He
stretches them out from my body and places a metal
ring around them, snapping it closed. I rise off the
table as he does it again and places another ring in
place. The pressure is tremendous as he stretches them
and adds more and more rings. A little at a time he
has my balls stretched far further than they've ever
been before. The rings are heavy as hell. My balls are
stretched to the very bottom of my scrotum which is
stretched about as tight as it can be. They slap my
balls and use different implements to cause me pain.
My dick is still rock hard and now I know it's the
Viagra working.

They go to put a blindfold on me and Steven calls out,
"No don't. I want him to know what's coming. I love
the look of fear and dread in his eyes." They don't
look convinced. He continues, "Nothing degrades him
more than when he sees us enjoying his suffering."
They cast the blindfold aside.

I thrash about as they hold up a long metal rod that I
know is a sound. I've seen them, but never had one
inserted into my cock before. I look toward Steven for
some assurance and again he mouths, "Fuck you!" I look
to John thinking he's not as into it as the others but
he just watches with his arms crossed. I try to catch
his attention until he shoots me the bird without ever
looking me in the eye. I'm desperate. I seek out
Michael in the crowd doubtful he'll do anything to
help. We lock eyes instantly. He smiles warmly rather
than wickedly. He moves toward me and I feel a sense
of relief. He strokes my face soothingly. He rubs his
hand down my chest and gently up the shaft of my dick.
I look at my own cock in amazement because it looks
huge to me. He holds it in his hand. "Use a bigger
rod, he can handle it." He slaps his hand down hard
across my stomach and I pull up in pain but it's
nothing compared to my sense of isolation and
betrayal.

The rod is lubed with a sterile lubricant and worked
into the tip of my dick. It is rotated slowly and slid
down. It's so fucking strange to feel something going
in and down my piss slit. It's pushed in about half
way and then he lets go of it. It turns on its own and
slides slowly in without being pushed. I can't figure
out or understand the feeling in my cock. It's like
nothing I've felt before. I look around and there are
literally dozens of guys watching my cock.

A long strip of leather is held up for everyone to
see. Beginning at the base of my dick it is wrapped
tightly around and slowly progressing up my shaft. It
gets increasingly tighter. My cock head swells as more
blood is pushed up and trapped. My cock is pressured
from inside and out as it is squeezed around the metal
rod inserted inside me.

My waist is strapped down to the table so I can't
squirm around. A new wave of fear comes over me when a
surgical instrument is held up and shown. I know what
it is and I find myself struggling to think of what
it's called. It's my mind's effort to avoid thinking
about what it does. I cringe and am totally humiliated
as it is pushed up my ass and opened. It spreads my
hole open and locks in place holding it open and
dilated. My sphincter muscles try to close but can't.
They slowly open me further. The pain is like a sharp
knife cutting me open. I scream around the gag.

The guys working on me never even look at me. They are
focused on their task, oblivious to me. Metal nipple
clamps bite into the very tips of my nipples sending
new waves of pain. The pain from my ass connects to
the pain in my chest and my every awareness is full of
pain. My balls are slapped around and I literally feel
circled and encased in pain. I feel myself sinking. I
feel pulled down into a lower state of being. I lose
not only my thoughts but my very sense of being. I am
nothing but what I feel, which is pain and a deep
sense of abandonment, loneliness, and isolation. I
open my eyes and look at everyone but feel no
connection to them. I look at Steven but he's looking
at my balls, not me.

I feel something moving up my ass. It's cold and
poking and prodding around. The big guy is holding a
metal handle manipulating it around inside me. I feel
a huge pressure on the inside of my dick and contract
my muscles reflexively. "Got it," the guy with the
probe announces. I'm guessing it's my prostate he's
found. I feel a low level of current running through
and traveling up my cock and balls. It is increased
and again I struggle against the pain. It's turned up
again and held there. I fall into the pain again. I
sink into it. I try to picture myself falling into it.

I'm barely aware of metal bands being placed over my
stomach and chest. They don't touch me but are right
above me. They have dull points on them. If I take a
deep breath I touch them. I try it several times
before I touch them and receive a sharp electric
shock. It's like being hit with a hot ice pick. I
struggle not to take too deep a breath in my effort to
avoid them.

I sob as I'm shown a large hypodermic syringe. I watch
in horror and fear as it's aimed toward my balls. I
gasp and get shocked several times as my skin makes
contact with the bands around me. I feel the needle
prick through, puncturing my scrotum. The plunger is
very slowly eased down and I feel my scrotum being
filled. It feels like a vice pressing against my
testicles from the inside. The needle is withdrawn
when the vile is empty. My balls are squeezed, pulled
and slapped. I can't help squirming and moving and the
shocks to my stomach and chest are overwhelming. It
goes on until I'm screaming again.

Steven catches my attention as he moves close. He
looks into my eyes.  He mouths the question, "Take
it?" I hesitate. He nods and mouths, "Take it!" I nod
yes.

The current through the probe is raised dramatically
and I feel it surge through my cock and balls. My
insides contract in reaction to it. Everything
disappears and only my cock and balls exist. Every
sensation I have is in them! It is so fucking intense
it overrides everything else. I purposely move to make
contact with the bands around me so that I can feel
the shocks just to know I can still feel things.

I feel the pressure increasing inside me. I can't
believe I'm moving toward an orgasm. I feel it pushing
against my insides. It goes to levels I've never felt
before but I can't get over the edge. I'm pushing like
I would to take a dump trying to push my orgasm out of
me. I hear them talking around me and look to see what
they're talking about and I see the metal rod slowly
rising out of my dick. It's pushing up my shaft and
sliding out my slit without anyone touching it! It
pops out followed by a stream of cum that shoots way
up into the air. I continue to contract in the throws
of the most intense orgasm of my life.

I come up from my sub space before I come down from my
orgasm. I'm suddenly aware of the position I'm in and
how much pain I'm feeling. As my orgasm ebbs and the
reality sinks in, I'm so embarrassed. I moan and
writhe in pain as I'm slowly released from my
restraints. Unless you've been tortured you don't know
how much it hurts when you're released and the blood
rushes back in, especially when it is right after an
orgasm. I'm laid out on the floor for guys to come
over and examine me. They're fascinated by the rings
encasing my balls how full and heavy they are, and by
how far they're stretched. My dick is still hard. I do
nothing to resist their touching and probing.

After a short time on the floor I'm dragged into the
bathroom. I'm tied into place beneath a bowl suspended
from the ceiling. A thin tube runs from the bottom of
the bowl and it's placed into my mouth. Steven stares
at me slowly taking his dick out of his pants. I'm
looking at it from underneath and notice that it's
dark and full. He's the first to piss into the bowl. I
taste his piss and recognize the taste. His piss
bites. It's sharp and nasty. It burns as it goes down.
The thin hose drains slowly into my mouth and I
swallow it all. Nothing holds the tube in my mouth; I
keep it there willingly afraid of what will happen if
I don't. I'd rather this than more pain. John pisses
next. I look at his cock as he does admiring his dick
and wishing he was pissing directly into my mouth
instead of the bowl. His dick is awesome! Light
coloring, smooth, full head and a nice size. His balls
are covered in light hair. I feel cheated. Several
guys line up to piss in me. I'm amazed as I'm getting
full on piss. I'm uncomfortably full like I've eaten
too much. Steven stayed and watched as each guy
urinated.

David comes to get me. He drags me to a box and pushes
me inside it. There's another guy in there sucking
someone off through a glory hole. A dick is put
through the hole in front of me and the guy next to me
smacks me in the head and points to the hole telling
me to suck it. It's dark in the box and there's no way
to see out so I have no idea who's dick it is. I get
smacked much harder by the guy next to me so I ease my
mouth over the dick in front of me and get to work on
it. I'm going at it when all of a sudden the guy in
the box with me spits an entire load of cum on me. I
turn to look at him and he gives me the finger and
goes down on the new cock in front of him. I go back
to work on the guy in front of me. I think about
spitting it out on my roommate, but swallow it
instead. He spits his load on me again. Bastard! I
suck off about four guys when I'm pulled from the box.

"You're a fucking mess! What the fuck did you do?"
David kicks my ass hard and tells me to get in the
other room. I'm put on a round platform and quickly
surrounded by four big guys. They grab and poke at me.
One of them shoves his dick in my mouth and fucks my
face. Another guy is lubing and stroking his cock. He
shoves it straight into my ass and pushes in hard. He
fucks me really hard! The other guys standing there
are yanking and pulling on my cock and balls as well
as hitting and smacking me. The cock is pulled out of
my ass and immediately replaced with another one. Two
guys trade places fucking my face. The two guys
fucking my ass are taking turns long-dicking me one
time each. While I'm sucking one guy the other one is
pissing on my face and the other guy's dick. My ass is
suddenly wet and I realize I'm being pissed on while
getting fucked. They both fire their loads on me and
I'm wet with their piss and cum. Different guys take
their place. I don't keep track of how many guys
either fuck my face or my ass. I only know my asshole
and jaw are sore and aching.

I'm relieved and nervous when I'm pulled from the
platform and dragged back into the bathroom. The tile
is wet with piss as I'm pushed to the floor. Guys just
piss all over me. They walk in, piss on me, and go
back out. I'm grateful for the rest and relieved that
all I have to do is lie there. The crowd thins out.
There are about eight guys left including my friends.
"Open your mouth and jerk off." The guy is standing
between my legs and pisses up my torso aiming for my
mouth. It fills with his piss and overflows down my
face. They take turns pissing as I furiously jerk
myself off. I shoot my second load with them pissing
on me. "Clean the bathroom." Is all that's said as
they leave me alone in the room. I clean it up with a
towel again.

I find them sitting in the other room drinking beer.
"Clean the platform." I look at he platform and it's
splattered with cum and piss. I go to wipe it with the
towel, "Use your tongue. Lick it up!" John tells me.
They all laugh! I look at him hoping he's not serious.
"I said lick it clean!" OH FUCK!! I bend over the
platform and lick it clean. They watch; laughing and
making fun of me and talking about what a great night
it was.

Steven drives me home. I'm exhausted and fall asleep
in the car. He wakes me up at my house, "Are you up to
tennis tomorrow." I'm excited about playing tennis
with him and connecting on that level again. I happily
agree to play. "Don't call me tonight, you can jerk
off." I smile and get out and stand there watching as
he drives off.

The next chapter is more about humiliation. Thank you
to all the guys who've written. Your affirmations,
criticisms and ideas are very much appreciated. I do
answer every e-mail so please forgive me and be
patient if I fall behind.

Eric in South Florida