Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2005 10:54:37 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 8

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 8: Learning My Place


I sit in my usual place at church. I try not to, but
can't stop myself from watching the door. John and I
have met for church every Sunday since we were kids.
I'm scared he's not going to show today. I don't want
to know if that much has changed between us. He walks
in during the opening song and takes his place beside
me with his usual nod and wink. After church we walk
out together and head to the restaurant where we have
breakfast every week. Our usual waitress brings us our
coffee and asks if we're ready to order. John orders
for both of us and she gives us a sly smile and a wink
as she walks away. The conversation is light and easy.
When the food comes John tells the waitress, "I'll
take both of those. He eats shit, from now on I'll
decide what he eats." My heart skips a beat. We've
been coming here for years, what's she going to think
now?

She smiles as she places her hand on my shoulder,
"You're a very lucky man to have someone willing to
take care of you." I smile and nod at her thinking to
myself that she should only know. John chuckles as she
walks away. We enjoy a nice breakfast and the easy
companionship of an old friendship. I don't know what
I was expecting, but after breakfast he says goodbye
and tells me to have a nice day. I guess I was hoping
to spend some more time together.

Back at home I check my answering machine and feel
kind of disappointed that there are no messages. I
check my e-mail and have no mail. Man, I thought I'd
hear from someone. I guess I just took it for granted
that we'd get together again today. Oh well....

I use the day to get caught up with things at home. I
also get a jump on some work I had to do for the
office. Looking for something to do I head to the gym.
I look for David but it's his day off. I work my ass
off at the gym doing my whole workout and then some.
Back at home I check my messages again and there are
none. Fuck! I'm pissed at myself for being so fucking
adolescent as I look at the phone alternating between
waiting for it to ring and picking it up to call
someone and putting it down again without dialing.
Fuck it! I call my brother and ask if he wants to do
dinner and a movie. It's a good night but I feel edgy
through most of it. My brother asks several times if
I'm okay. I assure him that I am. "Listen," he tells
me, "I'm your brother, Man, you can tell me anything."
I thank him but really don't feel like I can tell him
this. I've never kept anything from him before.

I try hard not to run to the answering machine when I
get home. My heart sinks when there are no messages. I
check my e-mail half knowing there'd be none. I was
right. I read in bed but can't sleep. I call Steven to
ask him if I can jerk off, but it's just an excuse. I
don't even feel like jerking off, I just want to talk
to him. He answers on the second ring. "Hey, whassup?"
It's his usual greeting and it feels good to hear it.

My voice betrays my smile, "Hey, Sir, I was calling to
ask if I can jerk off?"

"No." He hangs up without saying anything else. I look
at the phone stunned, and wait for it to ring, hoping
he'll call back. He doesn't. I think about calling
John and decide against it. I think about calling
Cliff but I never call Cliff. Jimmy? What would I say,
I feel like shit because no one treated me like shit
today? I wish I had Michael or David's phone number
and I'm feeling disappointed that neither of them have
given it to me. I read my book until I fall asleep.

David asks if I'm okay when I get to the gym in the
morning. I tell him that I am and he says, "good," and
goes about his business. Steven greets me with his
usual, "You okay?" I tell him I am and he goes about
his workout. I try not to read anything into that. I
know he's not a morning person and we don't ever work
out together because he takes it way too seriously. I
have a great day at work. My boss asks me to handle a
special project on Tuesday which means I have to
cancel our usual pool game. I'm disappointed as hell
but no one else seems to really care or have any
interest in rescheduling. What the fuck is going on?
The next several days go about the same way. I fill my
time doing chores and taking care of my
responsibilities. By Wednesday, I'm feeling pissed and
edgy; I can't describe it or explain it. I put all my
nervous energy into work and working out. I'm
anxiously waiting until Friday to see what happens.

Nothing does. I spend the night feeling lonely and
sorry for myself.

I show up for tennis on Saturday morning and sweat it
out until Steven shows up. I'm angry and pissed that
he's ignored me and I put all of that energy into my
game. I beat the shit out of him taking all three
sets. I don't gloat at all, mostly because I know that
not gloating will bother him more than if I did. We
talk about nothing for a few minutes and he starts to
gather his stuff. Shit!

"Is everything okay?" I ask him.

"Yep."

"What's going on?" My agitation is coming out in my
voice.

"Nothing." He looks perplexed.

"That's what I mean. There's been nothing all week."

His smile is wicked. "If there's something you need,
boy, then you'd better ask for it, but I'm warning
you, be careful of what you ask for. You may get it."
He walks away without looking back.

Steven walks away feeling frustrated and angry. He's
torn between walking away and waiting to see what
happens or going back to beat the crap out of the
little shit. He thinks to himself, "We've been doing
this dance for so fucking long I don't know if we can
change it anymore. Dammit! I know he wants and needs
it, I've told him I want and need it. Why the fuck
can't we get in sync?" He throws his shit in the trunk
and heads home.

I head to the park to detail my car out in the shade
of the trees. I keep thinking about what he said. I
head to the gym when I'm done and run into David, on
purpose.

"Got a minute," I ask him?

"Sure, step into my office." I follow him in and he
closes the door behind us.

I start, "What am I doing wrong? I don't understand
what I'm supposed to do."

He stares me down. "Yes, you do. You're just not doing
it."

"I swear, I don't understand." I tell him honestly.

"You're trying to make us responsible for your
behavior. You're responsible for your own behavior.
You've got to fucking own who you are. We don't make
you who you are, we respond to who you are." I just
stand there trying to digest what he's saying. He
lands a solid kick to my balls dropping me right to my
knees. "Next time, come in on your knees and ask me to
kick your fucking balls in. That's what you're looking
for. You just don't want to admit it. It's like you
using us instead of us using you." He closes the door
behind him as he leaves. I sit there a long time
before I figure out what to do.

I drive to John's house. He says nothing when he opens
the door. I step inside and drop to my knees.
"Please..." is all I say to him and he nods knowingly.
He pulls his shirt off. Slowly opening his pants he
stares me in the eyes. He drops his pants and steps
out of them. His cock is semi hard, he steps forward,
and I take it in my mouth. He slowly backs up and I
have to crawl forward to keep him in my mouth. He
backs to his bedroom and lies out on his bed.

I kiss his feet thanking him. I suck on his toes and
lick between them. I rub them on my face. I move up
his legs touching, kissing, and licking them as I go.
John is light skinned, tall, lean, and muscular. His
legs are moderately hairy with light brown hair and he
has a thick bush surrounding his jewels. The rest of
him is smooth except his underarms. He's well hung
with a beautiful dick and big beautiful balls in a
smooth hairless sac. I lick under his balls and then
lick and suck his balls. I move toward his cock but he
rolls over as I do. I rim out his ass. I bathe his
crack with my tongue and worship his asshole until he
rolls onto his back again. His dick is raging hard and
dripping pre-cum. I lick him clean and move up his
stomach and chest. I suck at his nipples and kiss his
neck. I brush my lips across his and his fist slams up
into my balls. "Don't you fucking kiss me! You kiss
shit, you don't kiss me." I'm as thrown by his words
as I am by being knocked in my balls. I regain my
composure and move back down his chest, tracing my
tongue down his stomach, and take his dick in my
mouth. I worship his dick. I suck it, lick it, rub it
across my face, and slowly stroke it over my tongue. I
know I'm bringing him close but back off to tease him
more.

"Drop your pants." I pull them down to my knees and he
pushes me over and mounts me doggie style. He spits on
my ass and his spit and pre-cum are his only lube. He
pushes my face down into the bed. He smacks me a few
times. I wish I were naked as he fucks me. He fucks me
hard, pushing his big dick in, in long, punishing
blows. He smacks my ass really hard with his hand with
every push. The verbal abuse is degrading. He calls me
a cunt, a pussy, a fuckhole, a desperate whore, and
more. My ass burns and hurts as he slams me. He buries
his dick up my ass as he shoots his load deep inside
me. He dismounts and lies out on the bed again. I go
into the bathroom, get a washcloth and clean him up. I
kneel beside his bed. He pulls me back up by my hair
and puts his dick back in my mouth. He pisses in it
slowly, stopping often. I swallow it all without
spilling a drop. I drop back to my knees.

"You okay?" He's relaxed and comfortable as he starts
the conversation.

"I'm not sure. I've just been feeling really left
out."

"Left out of what?"

"I don't know." It's a feeling but I can't tell him
why I have it.

"What are you looking for?"

"I don't know." It's the truth.

"But this wasn't it, was it?" He lies back as he asks
it and I feel bad.

"No, it wasn't. I thought it was, but it's not. I'm
sorry."

"I knew it. It's okay. I'm glad things can be the way
they are between us. I've been having a blast. So now
asshole, that's as much aftercare as you're going to
get from me. I'm not going to be your nursemaid. Now
get the fuck out of here. I'm done with you."

I leave feeling better and more confident and go
directly to Steven's. He opens the door wearing
nothing but a pair of jeans. He steps aside to let me
in. I immediately drop to my knees and apologize for
being such an asshole this morning. I beg for his
forgiveness. "Please, Sir, I need to hurt. Please make
me hurt." I open my legs for him. I stare into his
eyes both wanting and dreading what I know is coming.
A cruel and wicked smile spreads across his face as
the first kick lands. The second one lands just as
hard. He opens my belt and pulls it hard to slide it
out the belt loops of my pants. Doubling it over he
wails it down on my ass. He covers my ass and my legs
with sharp stinging blows. It's endless pain with no
break.

"Get your clothes off." He tells me as he's hitting
me. I struggle to get my clothes off while he's still
hitting me with the belt. It's so hard to pull my
clothes off knowing how much more it will hurt hitting
my bare skin. I'm naked and writhing on the floor
begging him to stop. "Lie on your back and spread your
legs." I'm trembling as I open my legs and can't make
myself pull my hands away from protecting my balls. He
smacks my hand away and grabs my hard dick in his
hand. He slaps the belt across my cock in ever-harder
blows. Letting go of my engorged dick he grabs my
balls and stretches them into the bottom of my sac.
The belt stings and sends a dull ache through my
pelvis. I tighten my muscles against the pain. He hits
them harder.

Letting go, he walks out of the room. I lie there
trying to catch my breath. He comes back carrying his
drumsticks from his drum set. He kicks me in the side
and tells me to roll over. He grabs my balls from
behind yanking them up between my legs. I pick up my
ass to follow my balls and he hits across them with
the stick. I sink back down from the pain; he pulls me
back up and does it again. He lands the stick straight
up my crack sending shock waves through my sphincter.
I don't know how many more he lands before I'm sobbing
and begging again. I'm pushed down to the floor and he
steps on my balls crushing them between his foot and
the floor. I moan in pain. He whacks my ass over and
over with the stick.

Finally he stops and sits in his chair. I get on my
knees before him still sobbing slightly. I can't help
but rub my hands over my ass feeling all the welts. My
cock and balls are beet red from the beating they've
taken.

He glares down at me, "It took you long enough." I can
hear the anger and resentment in his voice.

"I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'm really
sorry."

"You're just a selfish prick!" He tells me. "You
waited until you needed it and then you come here just
expecting me to give it to you. You're not the only
one involved here."

"I'm sorry. I thought you could do whatever you
wanted. I thought I was supposed to wait until you
told me what to do." I'm being sincere and I can see
in his eyes that he believes me.

"Is that the truth?" His tone is softer.

"Yes, Sir. I swear it. I'm sorry."

"I want to hurt you more. I'm not done yet." I bend
over for him putting my face on the floor leaving my
ass fully exposed to him. He alternates between the
belt and the stick. I try so hard to stay in place and
please him but I can't. I collapse to the floor. I
cradle my head in my arms and sob into them. He sits
back down in the chair. I crawl to him and kiss his
feet. He steps over me to leave the room and tells me
to follow him out to the garage.

"Get up on the workbench." He has a full workbench
against the wall opposite the garage door. I climb up
on it and lie on my back as I was told. He ties my
arms to the shelf above me and I remember that I'm the
one who taught him all those knots when we were kids
hanging out on my father's boat. He ties my legs down
spread apart to the sides of the bench. He's quiet and
methodical.

He slaps my balls around. He pulls them tight in one
hand and slaps them with the other. He's not really
hitting hard but it creates a dull ache that works its
way up my stomach. Taking two dowels he puts them on
each side of my balls and fastens them together with
rubber bands. Then two more are placed on the top and
bottom side of my balls and fastened together the same
way. I watch nervously as he continues. He takes
another dowel, presses it down the center of my
scrotum separating my two balls, and fastens it to the
first set of dowels he'd put on. He slaps my balls
again and it hurts much more with my balls spread and
isolated from each other this way. Taking a thin rope
and starting at the bottom he wraps the rope tightly
around my balls pushing them tightly upward. The
pressure is strong against them. I cringe as he takes
a heavy wood clamp and places it around my balls. He
tightens it slowly increasing the pressure. I squirm
under the tightening pressure around my balls. He has
an evil grin as he watches me writhe as he continues
to tighten the clamp. I break out in a sweat trying to
cope with the discomfort and pain. He picks my head up
and makes me look at my crushed balls. I can't believe
how flattened out they are. It's humiliating to see my
manhood that I've always been so proud of reduced like
that.

He takes two pieces of Plexiglas and puts one under
and the other over my cock. Using two smaller clamps
he crushes my cock between them. I have a slight curve
upward to my erection and it hurts, as it's pressed
flat. My cock flattens out under the pressure of the
clamps and looks awful sandwiched between the clear
sheets of plastic.

Two alligator clamps bite into my nipples. I
concentrate on breathing slow to make sure I don't
hyperventilate. He uses alligator clamps on my
perineum from the base of my balls all the way to my
asshole. Man! It hurts so badly!

Taking a small rubber mallet he taps it against my
aching nipples. I writhe beneath the biting feeling.
He lightly hits the mallet against my balls taking my
breath away. He waits long enough for me to recover
and does it again. Oh fuck!

"I love to see you suffer. It's so fucking hot to
watch you squirm. I like the little sound of dread
that escapes your lips. I like the way your eyes beg
for mercy. Most of all I like that you keep coming
back for more."

He takes a marker and writes B-I-T-C-H on my chest.
Then C-O-C-K-S-U-C-K-E-R,
S-C-U-M-B-A-G, P-I-G, W-H-O-R-E. Across the top of my
chest he writes, P-I-S-S H-E-R-E, with an arrow
pointing up to my mouth. He holds my head up to look
at his artwork.

He pulls the nipple clamps off and I rise off the
table with the sudden pain of the blood rushing back
into them. He watches until the pain subsides. "That
was fun." He says taunting me and putting them back
again. "There are fifteen of them between your balls
and your asshole. You get to count them as I take them
off." I hit the ceiling with the first one. Oh fuck! I
panic as I think there are fourteen more to go. I
count them in agony as he removes each one. He sprays
alcohol on my nipples, my balls, and my perineum and
it really burns. He keeps taking the clamps off of my
nipples and putting them back on in the opposite
direction. First they're facing side-to-side, then top
to bottom. He calls it reversing the polarity. All I
know is it hurts like a bitch!

Someone calls Steven from inside the house. He calls
back that we're in the garage. His younger brother
Craig comes out. "Holy Shit! What the fuck is that?"
Steven steps back so his brother can get a good look
at me. I die with embarrassment! I've known his little
brother since he was a young kid. "Look at you! You're
a fucking slut! Damn Steven! I never knew you
dominated him like this. I'm proud of you, bro." He
smacks Steven on the back to congratulate him. "Look
at his fucking balls! Man that's got to hurt!"

Steven looks at him with pride. "No man, this hurts."
He hits my balls with the mallet again. I jerk around
the table in pain.

"Do it again." His brother tells him. OH FUCK! I buck
under the pain. He uses my belt again and hits me with
it while his brother watches. It hurts so fucking bad
on my stomach that I'm relieved when he hits me in
other places. John comes out and stands beside
Steven's brother.

"I knew you'd be here." He says to me with a knowing
smile.

"You're in on this too?" Craig asks John?

"Yeah. I fucked him this afternoon and pissed in his
mouth." I cringe, even more embarrassed that he said
he fucked me than I am that he pissed in my mouth. I
know Steven's brother is straight.

He looks at Steven and asks, "Do you fuck him?" Steven
just raises his eyebrows but doesn't answer him.
Taking a paper cup from the shelf, his brother walks
to the other end of the garage. Putting his back to
us, he pisses into the cup. "Make him drink this," he
tells Steven. Steven holds my head up as his brother
brings the cup to my lips to make me drink it. I can't
fucking believe I'm doing this. He pours it into my
mouth and I swallow it all. His piss tastes just like
Steven's. "Damn." He says in amazement.

John tightens the clamp on my balls more. I sink into
the pain. They leave me alone in the garage. I lose my
erection sandwiched between the two sheets of plastic
that are so tight
my dick can't shrink. It just deflates. My balls
become a deep dull ache. I lay there alone for what
seems like forever. I find the boredom worse than the
pain. In fact the pain is kind of comforting and
reassuring. I fall asleep....

"I can't fucking believe you fell asleep! You are
obviously way too comfortable!" My balls ache as
Steven grabs the clamp and shakes it hard. Oh fuck!
What a way to be woken up. My arms ache as they're
released and lowered down and I stretch out as I'm
released from the table. The wood clamp weighs down my
balls as I stand and isn't taken off right away. It
stings like crazy when it's finally removed and hurts
like hell when the dowels are removed and the blood
rushes back into my balls. When the Plexiglas is taken
off, my dick is really itchy like when your hand falls
asleep and the blood rushes back in. I'm told, "Go
take a shower, we're going out."

I scrub like crazy in the shower but the marker
doesn't come off! I look in the mirror at all the
derogatory words he wrote on my chest and I'm
surprised at the reaction I have to them. I didn't
think it would bother me this much, but it does. I dry
off and go looking for him. I'm mortified as I run
down the stairs right into his living room full of
people. I turn quickly to run back up but he calls me
back. I hesitate a second, then take a deep breath and
go back into the living room. I stand there naked with
my hands crossed in front of my jewels. My stomach
sinks as I look around at everyone. Steven and John
are sitting in the armchairs. Michael is standing
against the doorframe and pushes me into the center of
the room. Steven's brother Craig is there sitting on
the couch with a couple of other guys I don't know.
It's much different being in this position with Craig,
who's straight, and other people I don't even know.
They're all dressed in regular clothes and I'm
painfully naked with writing all over me.

Craig does the introductions, "This is my brother's
bitch. You can call him bitch, and the bitch doesn't
need to know your names because he calls every man,
Sir. Isn't that right, bitch?"

Michael grabs me from behind and kicks the back of my
legs out knocking me to my knees. "Get on your fucking
knees, bitch! You don't stand in the presence of men.
Now you were asked a question, what do you call real
men?"

"Sir. I call all men, Sir." I look down to the floor
so I don't have to look anyone in the eye.

He kicks me in the ass, "Kiss their feet! They're men,
show them the respect they deserve." I fucking hate
this! This is totally humiliating. Kissing the feet of
Doms is one thing but kissing all men's feet is
degrading. I do it. Craig pushes his foot against my
mouth. He makes me kiss the bottoms of his shoes. The
little fuck!

I bow before Steven and kiss his feet. He tells me,
"Turn around. I want your ass." Oh fuck! Turning
around makes me face everyone else. I stay on all
fours and he belts my ass in front of everyone. They
all snicker and laugh as he does it. He gives it about
ten solid cracks with the belt. "What do you say,
boy?"

"Thank you, Sir." I answer quietly.

"Don't stop there, boy. Show these guys what you
really are. What else do you have to say to me?"

Damn! I know what he wants. "Please, Sir, please make
me hurt more. Please." He slams my ass with the belt.
He slashes it across my back. He hits the back of my
thighs. I drop my face to the floor and wrap my arms
around it to block out everyone else to cope with the
pain and embarrassment. Michael places his foot on my
face holding me to the floor even though Steven
stopped hitting me. I feel him writing on my ass like
he did on my chest.

He says the words out loud as he writes, P-U-S-S-Y,
C-U-N-T, F-U-C-K-H-O-L-E, C-U-M-D-U-M-P. Down the
center of my back he writes, S-L-A-V-E-B-O-Y. Everyone
laughs again. Letting me up Michael hands me a leather
cock and ball strap and tells me to put it on. It's
embarrassing as hell to put it on in front of all of
them. The first strap is thick and goes around my cock
and balls. The next two straps go from the center
under my balls spreading them apart from each other
and attach to the main strap. The next one goes from
one side, under my dick, and attaches to the other
side making my dick point straight out. I kneel before
them when I'm done.

"So, tell me Steven," Craig asks his brother, "Does
the bitch suck dick?"

"Of course. He does anything I tell him to do. Isn't
that right, bitch?" Steven is grinning at me as he
talks to his brother.

"Yes, Sir." I realize what he's doing. He's staking
his claim to me. I like it and dislike it at the same
time.

"Make him give me a blowjob." Craig tells Steven.

Steven tells me, "You heard the man. Make it a good
one or you'll find out the real meaning pain."

I follow Craig upstairs into Steven's bedroom. He
closes the door and stares at me. "I can't fucking
believe it, man. You're really gonna suck my dick." He
unbuttons his pants and slides his zipper down without
breaking eye contact with me. He pulls his shirt over
his head to take it off. His hard dick pops out as he
drops his pants and underwear to his knees. "Do it.
Suck me off." I get down on my knees and take his cock
in my mouth. I wet the head with my tongue and work it
down the shaft. I lick his whole dick priming it with
my spit before I slide it into my mouth and take it
all the way in. He moans softly as I close my mouth
around his dick. He backs up to the chair and sits
back with his legs spread. His cock is big and cut.
His balls are already pulled up tight in his sac. I
lap at his balls and lick all around his crotch.
Typical straight guy, he's totally untrimmed and his
pubic bush and hair on his balls is long and thick. I
lick the length of his shaft and run my tongue all
around the head. His reaction is strong and his dick
twitches each time I do it. I keep the rhythm up and
he moans in pleasure. I put pressure with my tongue
right at the cleft and lick long and hard. I feel his
body tense as he shoots his load pumping out his cum
all over his stomach and pelvis. He looks down at me
and then at the mess he made. I suck up his cum and
swallow it. I lick his skin clean and lap away at his
bush to make sure I get it all clean. He pulls my head
up by the back of my hair. "I've got to admit it, man,
that was the best blow job I've ever had." I don't say
anything as he dresses and I follow him back
downstairs. I feel cheap and used but worse than that,
my dick is rock hard, and because of the ball and cock
restraints it's standing straight out in front of me.
I see their eyes go to my crotch as soon as I enter
the room and drop down to my knees.

He gives Steven a high five and sits back down. He
tells the others all about it. "The bitch can suck
dick, that's for sure. It was the best blowjob I've
ever had. You've done well training him, Bro. I'm
proud of you." I can't fucking believe it. I do all
the work and he gets the credit and praise.

"Anybody else want a turn," he asks everyone else?

"I'm not gay." One of the guys I don't know says.
Steven just shrugs to indicate it doesn't matter.
"Then yeah. I'll do it." He gets up and heads toward
the stairs. Steven points for me to follow him, so I
do. I close the door as I enter. He's just standing
there so I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. I
slide his zipper down, take his cock and balls out the
waistband of his underwear, and tuck them under his
balls. He's not as big as Craig and he's uncut. I
easily take him down to his pubes and he immediately
starts fucking my mouth. I let him do all the work and
just use my mouth as a fuckhole. He clasps his hand in
the back of my hair to hold me steady as he moves his
dick in and out of my mouth. It doesn't take him long
before he cums in my mouth. I keep my lips closed
tightly around it and swallow every drop. His cum is
thick and gooey and coats the inside of my mouth. I
run my finger up the bottom of his dick to make sure I
get it all. He tucks himself back in his pants and
walks out without saying anything to me. Again I
follow him down and kneel in the living room again. He
doesn't say anything to anyone.

Steven looks at the other guy, "Want him to suck you?"
The guy shakes his head no but his hand is over his
crotch to hide his boner. "Want to fuck him?" Again he
shakes his head no, but looks at everyone else in the
room. Michael comes over to me and pulls his dick out.
I gladly go down on it. I lick it, suck it, kiss it,
and worship it. I lap at his balls and nuzzle his
crotch. His dick is awesome! It's big and full with a
well-defined head. His skin is dark and although he's
cut there's a really nice amount of skin left and I
feel it slide over his shaft as I suck him. I really
get into it and don't pay any attention to anyone else
until the guy moves next to Michael and takes out his
dick too. Michael immediately steps back leaving only
this other guy's dick in front of me. FUCK! I really
wanted to suck off Michael. He's so fucking hot! This
other guy is average in every way. I suck him off in
front of everyone as they watch.

Once the guy shoots Steven gives me directions, "Get
dressed, we're going out." John drops clothes in front
of me. They're not mine. The jeans are old and worn
with some rips and tears in them. The shirt is white,
old, and paper-thin. It can clearly be seen through
and there are only two buttons left in the front,
which are located by my sternum. The others are all
missing. The words on my chest are clearly visible. My
cock and balls show through my pants exaggerated by
the way my balls are spread and the way my cock is
held pointing forward rather than up. Compared to them
I look like a complete slut. The last of my pride
vanishes when a leash is attached to my collar and I'm
lead out the door.

Craig asks to come along, but his friends cut out.
Steven assures them that they can come for a blowjob
anytime they want. They make me lie on the floor in
the backseat of the car with Michael and John and they
put their feet on me, kicking me in the balls or
crushing them under their feet. My heart sinks when I
realize that we're back at the bar and pool hall where
I first met Michael. This isn't a leather bar and lots
of people I know hang out here. Between the collar and
leash, the way I'm dressed, and all the writing that
shows through my clothes there's no hiding what I've
been into.

Michael walks ahead and talks to the bouncer who
stands outside making sure that everyone entering
knows they're entering a gay establishment. I'm glad
the place is gay, but I'm still really concerned that
it's not a leather bar and the people here might not
"be in the know" about BDSM relationships. I take a
chance and talk to Steven. "I really don't want to go
in there." I have his full attention. He stands close
in front of me with his arms crossed in front of him
and listens to everything I have to say about my
concerns. I tell him honestly about how embarrassed I
am and how I really don't want everyone here knowing
what I've been doing. He nods in all the right places
and my hopes soar that he'll change our plans.

When I'm done talking he contemplates what I said to
him. He looks me directly in the eye and says, "Tough
shit! It's your problem, not mine." His knee comes up
into my balls at the same time. "You choose to be a
sub, you pay the consequences of your choices. I
choose to be a Dom, I reap the rewards of my choices,
and one of the rewards is humiliating you." His knee
comes up into my balls again but doesn't really
connect because my erection is tenting my pants out.
He looks down and laughs as he tugs my leash pulling
me toward the entrance to the bar.

The bouncer is obviously enjoying my predicament. He
tells them, "Make sure you keep him on a leash. We
don't want shitbags like him left unattended." They
all laugh.

As soon as we enter Steven pulls up on the leash.
"You, crawl!" They stand there waiting as I hesitate.
"Every second you wait will make it harder on you." I
get on all fours and crawl in beside him. The place is
very crowded. It may be my imagination but it seems to
get quieter as we enter. I look around and everyone
seems to be looking at us. Walking up to the bar they
each order a beer. Steven pulls up my leash and I rise
from all fours to kneel beside them. They greet
several guys they know.

One of them asks me, "Lose another bet?" They all
laugh. Several guys hang around chatting with them as
I stay on my knees. They talk about how they can tell
me what to do and do anything they want to me as if
I'm not even there. Michael grabs my shirt and pulls
it off of me. They all make fun of what's written on
my chest and back. Yanking my leash I'm dragged over
to a corner that's not quite as crowded, but not at
all private either. A bunch of guys follow us and form
a sort of circle around us.

Michael takes over. "Spread your legs asshole. It's
time for my favorite game." The others watch in
silence as I open my legs and clasp my hands behind my
head. My breath is short and shallow as I anticipate
what's coming. He stares into my eyes. I see the glint
in his eyes a split second before the kick lands. It's
not nearly as hard as usual. It hurts, but I've had
much worse. I recover quickly and get back in
position. The second kick is no harder than the first
but it hurts more. I can hear a low murmur from the
guys watching. The third kick doubles me over. It
takes me a minute to compose myself and get back in
place. The fourth kick drops me to the ground and the
low murmur becomes a cheer and a chant for him to do
it again. More guys draw closer. It amazes me how
quickly it becomes a mob mentality and I stop being a
real person and just become an object to them all. I
get back in position. Michael nods to Steven who kicks
me right between the legs from behind knocking me
forward to the floor. My asshole and my balls took a
good shot and I curl up grabbing myself as if that
will ease the cramping. "Get up asshole." I rise as
quick a possible and get back on my knees. The
spectators clap. Michael again nods to Steven and they
both land a solid shot, Michael to my balls and Steven
to my ass. I crumple to the floor and roll around.

"Get up!" Michael tells me.

"Oh please, Sir, I'm not ready. Please give me a
chance." I beg him. Steven kicks me in the ass. He
kicks me again a second later, then again. Michael
kicks me in the stomach but not very hard.

"I said get up!" He tells me again. I get up quickly.
I'm trembling slightly as I get back on my knees. I
can't bring myself to open my legs for him. Michael
slips his foot between my legs and pushes them apart.
"That'll cost you." He pulls his leg back and I moan
in pain before he connects the kick and everyone
breaks out laughing. I feel so stupid. He fakes me out
again but this time I just flinch. Then he connects
with a solid kick that instantly drops me to the floor
again. I roll around moaning and begging him to stop.
He asks the crowd if he should stop or do it again.
They unanimously tell him to do it again.

"Sorry boy, but the show must go on." Steven pulls me
back up in position and holds me as Michael kicks me
again. He doesn't let me fall and another kick lands.
He holds me really tight until the next kick hits me
square on. He lets go and steps away as I roll on the
floor squirming and moaning.

"Take your pants off." Steven's voice is commanding. I
look around the room and there must be a couple of
dozen guys watching us. I'm embarrassed as all hell as
I sit on the floor and pull off my pants. They gasp as
they see the restraints in my cock and balls and
snicker when they read what's written on my ass. "Lay
on the floor in front of the pool table." My wrists
are tied spread eagle to the bottom of the pool table
legs. Ankle restraints are put on, and my legs are
pulled over my head and tied to the tops of the same
legs my wrists are tied to. My ass is open and exposed
to all of them. The silence is deafening as everyone
waits to see what will happen next.

I look at Steven between my legs and watch him pull
off his belt. It doesn't take Einstein to figure this
one out. He slaps the belt down all over my ass and
the backs of my thighs. It hurts, but he's hit me much
harder than he's hitting me now. Stopping, he
addresses the others, "Who wants a turn? Come on guys,
line up to take your turn at the bitch's ass." He
offers the belt to the first guy. He lets each guy
have a couple of cracks at my ass. Some of them do it
easy and some of them crack me really hard. By the
time they're all done my ass hurts like hell! My back
and legs are getting sore, too.

Michael walks over and pushes his finger up my
asshole. He works it in and out and then slides a
second finger up. I can't believe everyone is watching
him playing up my asshole. He pushes a third finger in
and the first pain travels through my ass. I buck as a
fourth finger is pushed in and it hurts like hell. I
squirm under his hand as he spreads my ass open. He
stands in my view with his hand up my ass as he
finishes his beer. Holding it up he says, "I need this
full of piss. Any volunteers?" A guy takes it right
out of his hand and pisses in it. He hands it back to
Michael who rejects it. "I need it full." Another guy
takes it and finishes filling it. I'm thinking he's
going to make me drink it, but he turns it upside down
and slides the bottleneck into my ass. Everyone
including me watches it slowly drain into me. As it's
still draining, he tells them to fill another one and
a couple of guys quickly step up to piss in it. He
sticks the second one up my ass to drain and tells
them to fill a third. Again, there's no shortage of
volunteers. The last one drains slowly and I feel the
fullness of all their piss inside of me.

"I need one more, a little bit of everyone's." They
pass a bottle around and a bunch of guys piss in it.
I'm untied when the bottle up my ass is empty. "Don't
you spill a drop! You keep your ass tight and hold it
all inside you. Now drink this." He hands me the
bottle with all their piss in it and I take it and
drink it. I have to drink it fast because I can't hold
their piss inside me. I feel it trickling down my leg
as I struggle to finish everything in the bottle.
Finally, I've swallowed it all.

They follow me into the bathroom and I'm made to squat
over the urinal and piss their urine out my ass. They
make fun of me that I piss like a girl and not a man.
It's so degrading to do this in front of all of them.
It's even worse when I'm handed toilet paper to wipe
myself in front of them.

"Why's your dick hard?" Michael asks me.

I look around. "My dick's always hard."

"In fact, it's not. You always get hard is when you're
being beaten or humiliated. Isn't that right?"

The others are snickering as I squirm under his
questioning. I know a bunch of these guys. I shift
from one foot to another. "Yes, Sir."

"Why is that?" He presses on.

Everyone is listening. I guess Steven was right and I
have to suffer the consequences of being a sub. I look
down at the floor. "Because I'm a sub, Sir."

"That means we can make you do whatever we want,
right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Get back inside and lie on top of the pool table."
They follow me out and watch me climb up on the table.
"Spread your legs." I open my legs until they touch
the side cushions. Michael grabs my ankles and pulls
me down so that my heels are in the corner holes. He
loops a thin rope through the bottom of the strap
around my balls and pulls the rope under my ass
stretching my balls down until they're touching the
table. My weight holds the rope in place. "Play with
your dick and jerk yourself off for us." I jerk myself
off in front of all of them. More guys gather around
to see what I'm doing. "Get yourself close. We all
want to see you cum." I jerk off for them.

Michael puts the queue ball down on the table between
my legs. My heart speeds up. Picking up a pool stick
he lines up his shot. FUCK! I know how good he is and
I know he won't miss. I stop jerking off for a second
and he reminds me to keep doing it. I jerk off as he
takes his shot and the queue ball slams into my balls.
I stop jerking off and grab my balls. Fuck that hurt.
"I said jerk off. Don't stop again. If you do you'll
seriously regret it." My hand goes back to my dick and
I jerk off again. The ball slams into my balls but I
don't stop this time. He gives me a little break
between each hit, but I never stop anticipating it. I
work my dick hard in an effort to cum. At first the
queue ball hitting me distracts me and pulls me away
from cumming, but as I get used to the rhythm of it I
use the pain and the utter humiliation of jerking off
in front of them as a turn on and move quickly toward
an orgasm. The queue ball slams into my balls a split
second before I cum, and the pain mingles with my
orgasm! The sensation is absolutely intense! My first
shoot lands over my shoulder. The next hits my chest.
Two or three more shoots land on my stomach and
pelvis. The applause from the group is tremendous.

Steven picks up the queue ball and bounces it in his
hand. He lays it down on the table and using his hand
rolls it hard into my balls. Now that I've cum it
hurts like hell and not in a good way. He does it
again! It takes all my self-control not to get up. It
slams it into my balls again and again. I feel like
I'm going to throw up and wretch. Finally he stops. I
curl up in a fetal position clutching my aching balls.
My stomach is cramping from having tightened my
muscles against the pain.

Handing me my pants, John and Michael help me up from
the table. No one talks on the way back to Steven's.
Steven says good night to everyone and him and Craig
just go into his house. John asks me if I'm okay and I
assure him that I am. Michael tells him he'll stay
with me and John is satisfied that I'm okay and
leaves.

Michael looks at me. "Come back to my house." I don't
know if it's a question or a command but either way
it's fine with me. I follow him home and enter his
house behind him. "Clothes off. You don't get to wear
clothes in my house." I nod to show him I understand
and strip off my clothes. "Go downstairs and take a
hot shower. Then go into the dungeon space and wait
for me." I do as I'm told.


I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I've been
really busy at work, plus, my friends have found this
writing to be exciting and I've been spending a lot of
time in the dungeon. <<wink>>

Eric
In South Florida