Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 09:44:14 -0800 From: JBH Subject: Balls On The Line Chapter 5 From Sir Jef and faggotcocksuckermarc2 at saythatitisso@hotmail.com Balls On The Line Chapter 5 It has been a while since the last chapter of Balls On The Line, and I am glad there are still people out there that want it to continue. I have finally found a new writer (cocksuckerfaggotmarc2) I am still doing the outlines and the faggot writes the story. Feel free to let us know what you think at saythatitisso@hotmail.com Please consider a donation to Nifty.org so we can continue having a forum to provide humiliation and control stories to people that crave them like Myself and faggotcocksuckermarc2. Balls On The Line Chapter 5 The drive in the cool evening air was helping to clear my head. Given the circumstances, this wasn't entirely a good thing. My life felt out of control, well my control anyway. Between the humiliations visited on me by my girlfriend and my former best friend, my head was spinning and I was perpetually horny and excited like I was a teenager ruled by hormones. I hadn't enjoyed real relief in a long time now. Beyond feeling constantly disoriented and recovering from having my balls kicked that first night by Jake, I hadn't cum for more than 2 weeks. I had basically turned my sex life, my sexual identity. who was I kidding, my life. over to these two, Nancy and Jake. Nancy, my girlfriend, seemed to have lost respect for me and was likely sleeping with my former friend or... someone else. I wasn't sure which was worse. My best friend Jake had become something else to me. I didn't really understand what was going on with Jake. What had changed? Was it Sir, dammit Jake, or was it me? These were the two people I thought cared more about me than anyone else in the world. I was trying to process if not understand my situation. How was it possible these two friends now seemed teamed up and hell-bent on taunting and enjoying any pain they could cause me? The coast road was empty and open, and I was making good time to Jake's beach house. As if making good time to my destination was really what I wanted. I thought of what Jake might have in store for me at the end of this drive. Nothing good, would be my guess. Even in my hot and addled state, I think I knew I was in for a night of pain... or worse. And yet I had to admit I was excited. My fog would lift just enough for me to wonder if tonight could help me understand what was happening. Or at least get some relief. Why did I bone up at the mere thought of Jake or Nancy using me for their fun, even-- or especially-- if their fun included things I would have laughed off a month ago. I was a doctor, for god's sake! Yet in the past couple weeks, I found myself agreeing to Jake and Nancy's terms, their control and especially the insulting way they now talked to me. I no longer slept in my own bedroom. I no longer fucked my own girlfriend. It had all started when I lost that bet, agreed to my forfeit-- truly painful kicks to my manhood-- and allowed this all to be recorded on Nancy's phone. The first three kicks came from losing the stupid bet, but I had found myself asking for more not that long after. No fourth kick to my balls had landed yet, but the threat and the promise of more pain to my ever-diminishing manhood hung in tonight's air as palpably as any of my questions and my horny anticipation. That anticipation always included sheer terror when I thought of the threat of those little films. Those were evidence. Those were proof of my descent into... what. And where was I headed? It would only be another few minutes before I would arrive at Jake's beach house and I saw the lights of a mini mart up ahead. I decided something cold to drink would be a good idea. That, and basically anything that would prolong my arrival and the ensuing torment and pain I assumed was in store. As I got out of the car my phone rang. "marc here," I automatically answered. "Is that how you answer the phone when I call you, bitch?" My girlfriend Nancy's voice was shrill and angry. I almost made it to the front door of the mini mart when I stopped dead in my tracks. It seems that I was losing control of my body as I let the fear freeze me in place. I actually shook my head and walked into the store to the familiar 'bing-bong' of the front door chime. "I... I'm sorry Nancy. I should have checked that." Trying to keep my voice down I slinked to the back to get a bottle of water from the refrigerated section. Nancy's voice cut into me again. "Fucking little bitch. You had better check that shit next time because if you talk to me like that again. It'll be your ass." I knew she was serious after these past weeks. "I really am sorry, Nancy." I was barely holding it together as I rushed to the front to pay for the water and hopefully make it out of the store. I don't want anyone else to hear how pathetic I sounded, whispering platitudes in a spineless and frightened tone. I was a doctor, for christ's sake... "Whatever, asshole. Look I don't know what you're pulling, but you better get your ass moving again to Jake's or it's going to get a lot worse for you than it already is." I was visibly shocked and the older lady behind the counter looked almost concerned. Or curiously nosy. \ "Oh, yes, well..." Wait how did she know I stopped? "Nancy, I... how did you know I stopped?" "Not important. It doesn't hurt to tell you that Jake had the great idea to activate a GPS 'Family Locator' service on your cell phone a couple of weeks ago. Your ass is ours, after all, so we might as well know where it's wiggling. Anyway, get your ass back in the car and start driving right away to Jake or he is going to tear you a new one. Literally." My jaw dropped (something I should be used to after the lightning-fast shocks I'd been receiving for weeks now at Nancy and Jake's hands) and I stared blankly at the counter lady. "That'll be $3.67." I fumbled for the cash and hurriedly handed her four bucks. "Keep the change, ma'am." Grabbing my water I rushed out. "Fucking ASSHOLE! Did I say 'get your drink and leave' NO I fucking said LEAVE. Now get your ass in the car and expect Jake to take it out of your hide, BITCH!" The phone went dead but I was already too late as I heard Nancy yelling. So did the counter lady judging by her smile and pitiful expression. I held my head low, slipped the phone back into my pocket and hurried to my car. A moment later I was back on the road and exceeding the legally posted speed limit. The fear in my gut was tenfold now as I thought of how much trouble I was in. Why, I always seemed to be trouble I could barely understand, but I was beginning to accept it. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed the front door of Jake's beach house slightly ajar. Once a soothing and welcoming sound, the crash of the waves in the distance did very little to ease my mind as I got out of the car and headed to the door and to my fate. Jake was waiting, but no longer inside. He flung the door open, his shirt unbuttoned and open revealing his bare chest, his jeans were loose and he wore what looked like hiking boots. If I had known what he had planned for the boots, it would have scared me no end. Quickly, Jake demonstrated why I should be afraid of those boots. Rushing at me, he grabbed me by one shoulder and, lifting his leg back, he swiftly kicked me in the balls. Of course, I could barely react in time and only barely moved to one side, which wasn't enough to avoid a solid blow that had me doubling over, white hot pain blinding my vision, and I crumpled to the walkway a few feet shy of his front door. "You son of a BITCH! Nancy told you to hurry your faggot ass up and you stop to get a fucking drink? You are gonna be sorry for that, asshole. Now get the fuck in my house NOW!" I started to get up and Jake had moved behind me, stalking me, as I made it to one knee. The second kick was harder than the first, and as I didn't see it coming, I could feel the steel toe solidly connect with my nutsack directly between my barely spread legs. I folded to one side and lay curled up on the paved walkway just outside of the beach house. The crashing surf only served to tease me, promising me peace and solitude when my future only held pain and suffering. "Did I say you could WALK? Men walk, whore. You are just a little spineless bitch, so you will CRAWL on your hands and fucking knees into my house and beg me for more of THIS!" Another kick, deflected by my thigh, but still painful and part of his boot caught my cock which seemed to be trying desperately to hide inside my body. Even curled up, I couldn't couldn't get away from another kick, and another. "That one is for you dragging ASS! THIS one is for you being a little BITCH! THAT is for thinking you could make me wait while you fucking stopped and leisurely got a goddamn bottle of water!" Jake kicked at me two or three more times. Even when I tried to get my hands in the way, Jake seemed to find an angle that connected with something that didn't appreciate pain. "I will give you two minutes to get your shit together and crawl to the front door. Once there, you will beg me to let you in for me to abuse you, destroy you, and remind you how disgusting and pathetic you are." With that he turned and stormed into his house. I could barely lift my gaze to watch him walk away, leaving the front door still slightly open. The idea that I would crawl was repulsive enough but my fear of Jake's boots overwhelmed my common sense or any real thought of escape. I stumbled to my hands and knees and crawled as if my life was depending on it. I could have sworn I heard voices up ahead as I crawled, hand over foot, to the front door of some new hell. A man's voice, likely Jake... or was it? Maybe the surf was making an effort to rise to purposely mask whatever was happening inside. Either to give me hope or prevent me from running to safety. As I made it to the door I heard my voice croak as I nearly choked on the words. "Please sir, may I enter your lovely beach house?" Laughter. Jake and someone else, I was sure of it. Another man by the sound of it but maybe my ears were deceiving me. Maybe it was Nancy after all, hopefully to be a voice of reason and stop this madness, but more likely she would just spur Jake on to greater torments. Regardless, I couldn't wait to find out. I had to know so my voice cracked again as I begged for the inevitable. "Please sir may I come in and serve you, sir?" I tried not to sound pathetic but....well... I really couldn't be anything BUT pathetic at the moment. "Oh... I don't know you don't sound particularly enthusiastic. Try again but remind me who wants to come in, bitch." I could hear him snicker and laugh again, echoed by someone else just inside the door. My fear was strong but my curiosity to know if Nancy might help me was stronger. "Please sir, may doctor marc crawl into your house and be abused like the little bitch I am?" I could barely hold back tears as I thought of what I'd come through leading to this. And why I didn't just get up and run away? "Well since you begged so nicely. But I forget my manners... we have a guest this evening, marc, and I wouldn't want him to feel left out or unappreciated, so beg him to let you in, too." Him? God no. Who could it be, and WHY? Why was there some strange man here with Jake to witness my abuse and degradation? Was Nancy here, at least? "I.... please sir I don't know..." "Nonsense you little faggot. You know him, so just be nice like you are with me and I am sure he'll understand how badly you need me to fuck you over. Beg him, bitch." I froze. Not a stranger. I know the mystery man who heard my repulsive begging for more abuse. And might have seen me accept a ball busting then crawl for more. "I can't hear you, whore. Nancy might be by here later and if I have to call now to have her...explain things better for you, she will be VERY unhappy once she gets here. Or will you be a good little faggot and keep obeying my orders like a good doggy?" The chuckling behind Jake was disturbing as I struggled to place who it might be.... One of my drinking buddies? A friend of Jake's I barely remembered? A co-worker that Jake...the list went on but instead of waiting I knew what I had to do. I had to stop this nonsense and try to save as much of my dignity as I had left. Which wasn't much to be sure. Jake, I can't..." "You will. It's really quite simple. Either you do as you are told, just like you've been doing for weeks for Nancy and I, or I will come out there and kick your balls through the back of your fucking faggot throat. Is that clear enough for you, cupcake?" I tried to resist, I did. "Yes, sir. I am very sorry. May I please crawl inside for you and Jake? May I please come in and amuse you with my suffering?" "This is so. wrong, Jake. How did you get him to.. Ugh, never mind, I think I am gonna puke." Michael. God, no. Jake had invited Michael to witness this. My mind raced over my past as I recalled Michael, a friend of all of ours from my Med School days. I remembered how many nights we all got wasted, laughing and joking, 'friends forever' we had said once or twice. I remember the only real 'rift' between us had been Nancy. Michael had liked Nancy. Not as much as me and certainly not for the same reasons. He just wanted to fuck her and be done with it, but Nancy and I fell in love before Michael could ask her out. The 'Bro' rule was respected and we all went on as friends. Until a few minutes ago, that is, when Jake had started to unveil to Michael what I had become. "See, now was THAT so hard?" Jake's smile was cruel and he obviously knew precisely the affect this would have on me. I knelt there, on all fours, staring blankly up at Jake as he slowly opened the door to reveal Michael standing there in a suit obviously coming from work for the show I was putting on. "Wow, Marc. I really had no idea." He was trying to catch up to it all. I could see the shock, and surprise, as he processed what his friend for years was doing on all fours begging for abuse. After a moment I thought for sure he would tell Jake to stop this, end it all, call off the game, or something. I was wrong. "I didn't believe you, Jake. I really didn't. I couldn't believe my friend from Med School, a fellow doctor all respected and shit, a bro who managed to bed Nancy before I could wreck her. All these years I looked up to him. And now this." Michael looked down on me with a strange smile. That smile told me all that I needed to know. I was fucked. "Yup, Michael. I knew this would come as a surprise. Pretty funny, huh? I mean, I knew you had some resentment for this bitch here after he got to Nancy before you. I figured tonight would be a Win-Win for you." I didn't know what Jake meant... 'Win-Win'? How is seeing his good friend so brutally humiliated a 'Win'? And then it hit me. Just as Jake said the words, my worst fears were hammered home, shattering me. "Yeah, see Michael... Nancy is a slut. She's yours now if you want her. It isn't like this (Jake's condescending gesture towards me made my stomach churn) is any real competition. Maybe once but now, well... After you and I are through tonight you will see plain as day that marc here is just a little bitch who is meant for a life of suffering. Nancy has been sleeping around on him for the past two weeks, ever since she realized that she could have any real man she wanted while I made marc into the little faggot bitch you see crawling before you. Pretty funny, huh?" Jake's eyes burned into mine as I could see his understanding of how harsh this would be for me, how painful and agonizing it would be to take. And he also knew I wasn't going to do anything to stop him or Michael from removing the rest of my dignity while I begged for the privilege. "Well enough foreplay, marc. Get your ass in here so I can get started showing Michael what a hopeless little faggot you really are." As I crawled closer, my head bowed, I should have expected what came next as Michael reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Jake's booted foot rested 'gently' on my right hand as I tried to crawl past and into the beach house. Of course, I froze and looked up into Jake's cold eyes, afraid but unwilling to do anything about it. "Now smile for the picture, whore. I want to make sure Michael gets this next part." I looked up at Michael in his neatly pressed suit as he leveled his phone's camera down to capture my face, my upper half crouched on all fours, including my hand pinned underneath Jake's boot. "marc, you will now kiss my boot to thank me for abusing you. Michael will capture your gratitude and attitude with a picture, so make sure to smile and show us how grateful you really are, okay?" "Yes. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." The flashes made my head swim as my lips gently met the boot pressing my hand into the dirt. Then, the pain in my hand began to increase. A small whimper escaped me, breaking the smile I had pasted on my dazed face as I pressed my lips to Jake's hiking boot. "Sir, please, Sir.." "What is it, bitch? Speak up. What does the whore want from the real men?" "Sir, thank you for inviting me tonight. How can I serve you, Sir? Sir, please, my hand." My face was beginning to twist in the grip of the pain I felt in my hand. That, and the slow dull ache I felt from the pummeling my balls had already taken. Jake laughed and replied "That beginning to feel good, doc? You want to use your hand for something else, bitch?" "Yes, Sir. Please let me use my hands to crawl in and to serve you, Sir. Please, Sir?" I wanted the boot off my hand but knew it would come with a price and probably a new torment." "Good, doggy! Whores do crawl like dogs, but whores don't wear clothes, do they. So if Sir lets your hand free, the whore should remedy that error, right?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I gasped as the pressure on my hand released some. I slowly drew my hand back and quickly began to hurriedly unbutton my jeans and shirt. "Stay on all fours, whore, and lose the jeans first. Just like last time, bitch." Jake reminded me. I struggled to unbutton my jeans and lower them while still on all fours. My left hand hurt some but I managed to slide the pants down to my knees. "Acceptable, bitch. But be sure to look up at Michael and confirm what a good time it is for a whore to strip for real men and expose his pathetic little nads for our fun." My head snapped up just as Michael's camera phone flash went off in quick succession. What was I doing? Why was I stripping and why did I shiver so? Not from the cold but from the excitement. Michael's sneering smile was turning to laughter as he took quick succession of photos. He stopped and fiddled with the phone's camera turning it back to me saying "I wouldn't have believed this a month ago, but here's a new kinky bend in an old friend's life. Tell the viewing audience what you're up to, doc marc." I froze. The damned red light was back on. Michael looked quite pleased and ready to record my response. "What? I can't." I slowly croaked out. "Of course you can, marc!" Jake's voice sounded happy and encouraging voice for the audio, but I noticed how clearly and distinctly he called me by my name. "Tell us what you want, doc marc. What was it you came looking for?" Michael echoed Jake's cheerful tone. I felt confused. Jake had ordered me to show up tonight, but that didn't seem to be the answer the red light demanded. "I, I. came here to make Sir happy. To, to try and make Sir happy, that is." Jake and Michael's laughter was more genuine this time. Jake jumped back in to egg me on. "Oh really, doc? That's nice to hear. But you haven't finished what you started there, have you?" I looked down, shaking my head and started to pry off each shoe. I then grabbed the legs of my jeans to wrestle and kick them off each leg. I knew I was close to falling but I wanted to make this start to go better. I struggled some to stay on my hands and knees while unbuttoning my shirt. Starting to rise up on my knees to peel off my shirt, Jake raised his hand. "Once you're done. socks, too. On your knees is good. And follow us in." And he turned and pointed, directing Michael, Jake walked further into the house. I shrugged the shirt off fully, reached back to peel off my socks and turned back to shuffle after them on my knees. I wasn't sure why I didn't turn and run but I didn't. I headed where my hard cock pointed. My stomach fluttered and head wasn't far behind. Reaching the opening into the living room, I peered into the dimly lit room. A strong lamp was turned on. The light shone in my eyes. I struggled to see beyond the light when I heard Jake's voice. "Well, well, doc marc. Here you are buck naked and on your knees. You mentioned you came over to-- what you'd say-- make me happy, was it? Make both of us happy, was it?" "Yes, Sir. I am here to try and make you happy, Sir. What can I do?" "I think Sir can think of a few things. You did crawl here on your knees so nicely, so what don't start there? Hmm, doc marc? We can see crawling on your knees certainly makes your happy. or at least horny. When's the last time you blew, marc?" "I, I can't. I think it was more than two weeks ago, Sir." "Well, we gotta fix that, don't we, marc? You gotta blow tonight, huh, doc?" "Please, Sir. Yes." I eagerly replied. My heart leapt. Maybe I had misjudged Jake. He had been my best friend for years after all. "Well, who are we to deny you what you're so looking forward to, doc marc? If you need to blow, we're here to make that happen. Let's get you blowing, cocksucker." My head snapped up as I heard that word. From out behind the light, Jake moved toward me. He stared at me hard, causing me to almost blush and look down. "Can see you're excited to get Sir's cock down your throat." Jake sneered out at me. "You like being called cocksucker, don't you, faggot?"