Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 08:31:00 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 16 The Deal By James Forbes Chapter 16 – A Second and Third Test This is a 19-chapter series of (partly) fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences as a youth. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Names and locations have been changed. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on physical and psychological domination, submission, various punishments and kink. If you enjoy this kind of story, please show your appreciation by making a donation to Nifty Archives. Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. And if you need a good sub in the San Diego area, or have comments on the story, contact me at jasbike1@gmail.com. There I was, tied to a table in the locker room equipment area, naked in front of five boys from the soccer team, and Scott, silently enjoying my torture. Conrad, the team captain, walked up and slapped his half hard cock across my face. "If you thought badminton was bad, here's the second test: ping-pong. I know, you'll say `we don't have a ping-pong team.' So? You might be a great ping-pong player, and we're about to find out. Each one of us will deliver 10 blows with a ping-pong paddle, while the rest of the team find out how well you suck cock. Jimmy, you start." The first boy got behind me, with the electrified badminton racket still wedged in my ass, and started paddling my ass. Conrad got on the other side of the narrow table, and jammed his fat cock into my mouth. I had no choice but to get mouth-fucked. Jimmy swatted me fairly hard on my left ass cheek. After 10 swats, I could already feel my ass warming up. Then they continued down the line, working around me in a circle. 10 more swats with the ping-pong paddle, and another dick was in my mouth. They were all different. Two were uncut, one was nearly more wide than long, like a tuna can. I could barely get my mouth around it. A fourth was nearly 10" long, but skinny. And Conrad's had a bush at the base so large I could feel it on my lips when I was halfway down the shaft. After 50 swats on both cheeks, I was spent. My ass felt like it was on fire. Conrad looked me over. "Wow, James. Drool down your chin from five cocks. Purple ass. Hairless body. Tied and helpless. Anything to say for yourself?" I didn't know what to say at that point. It was all so embarrassing. "I don't think I want to be on any team anymore. Can I go?" Laughter all around at that. "Oh hardly. We still have three more tests! I think you'll find the third test, um, original. First, I bet you'd like to be untied from that table and get that badminton racket out of your ass, wouldn't you?" "Yes! I mean yes, please." As he began to untie my legs from the table legs, another boy slowly, agonizingly, withdrew the invading racket handle from my asshole. It finally came all the way out with a loud pop. I heard a few giggles from the team. Conrad explained, "We had to untie you and pull that out to get you ready for the next test anyway, but you begging for it was a bonus. We don't have a billiards team, but we took five pool balls to the woodshop after school, and drilled holes in all five. Then we strung them together. See?" He held up the five balls, cue ball on one end, then a gap of a few inches, three more balls in a row, and finally the 8 ball. Were they going to beat me with them or what? "For this third test, you're going to put that cue ball up your ass, then walk around the room to show everyone how it looks. Get on the table, on your back, legs up." As I crawled onto the cold, metal table, Colin lubed up the cue ball at the end of the string, and pulled my ass to the edge of the table. I saw Scott with a malevolent look in the corner of the room. Conrad placed the cue ball up against my boy hole. I reached down and began to try to wedge it into my ass. When it got to the widest part, I didn't think I could take any more. Conrad reached down with the badminton racket handle, and poked it into my hole with a popping sound. I gasped in pain. "Now stand up and walk around the room. Slowly," he told me. I got up, but my legs were wobbly from being tied up and from the cue ball in my ass. I began to walk, and the string of the other four pool balls banged painfully against my knees as they swung back and forth. I walked with my legs further apart, which must have looked ridiculous. But I made it all the way around the equipment room. "I did it, Conrad. Can I take it out now?" I asked. Conrad looked at the team. "What do you think, guys? Let's vote. As team captain, I abstain." Two thumbs went up, and I had some hope. The next two thumbs went down. "It's a tie. Scott?" Scott just shook his head. "3-2 no. Sorry, James. In fact, for losing the vote, let's see if you can take one more ball." He greased it up. "Just bend over and grab your ankles." I had barely bent over when Conrad jammed in the second ball. I nearly fell over from the shock. "One more time around the room, James." I walked, shuffled more like, in shame. "Pretty good, but I think you can get one more. Up on the table, on your back, legs up again." I climbed up, the three remaining balls banging against the table. I struggled to get even half the third ball inside me, but there was just no way. Conrad walked up with the electric badminton racket, and dragged it across my dick and balls. "You'll get it in, one way or another," Conrad warned. I pushed again and tried to relax my ass, but it was no use. Conrad delivered an electric shock from the racket onto my nutsack. I just about leaped off the table. He shocked them again, and somehow the pool ball popped into my ass. "No more! Please, I can't take it," I pleaded. "One more time around the room, and we'll see, James. Go now." I walked as best I could, dragging my feet to move slowly around the room, while two of the boys worked with ropes over by the cabinets. I was sure whatever they were doing wouldn't bode well for me. I made it around the room. "That's three balls up inside you. Pretty amazing, I have to admit. But it's not all five. For that, we must move on to the next test. I was going to take those balls out, but you didn't complete the test, so they have to stay in." I was desperate. "Come on, Conrad. I'll, um, I'll suck you guys some more. How about that?" "You don't make the deals here, James, the team does. I do. They stay in. Stand up for the fourth test."