Date: Fri, 10 Jul 2020 09:13:57 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 17 The Deal By James Forbes Chapter 17 – A Fourth and Fifth 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. So far the team had "tested" me by torturing me with an electric badminton racket, then paddled me mercilessly with ping-pong paddles, and shoved pool balls up my ass. I still had them in as Conrad, the team captain, explained the next test. "I want to be sure you don't think you can get any more pool balls inside of you before we continue. It's your choice, James," Conrad told me. "More balls up in there, or the next test." "God, no! I could barely get that third one in there. Anything but that," I pleaded. "Remember you said that later on. `Anything.' Our fourth test, as I said earlier, will be more challenging than the first three. Of course we don't have a bowling team, but I think we've come up with something to see if you could be on a bowling club the school said they might form next year. Guys?" I had noticed earlier that two of the boys had been rummaging around in the cabinets while I struggled with the pool balls. Now they showed me what they'd been up to. They walked over with a bowling ball, ropes wrapped around it. "Thanks, guys," Conrad told them. "Now James, stand up." He placed the bowling ball on the floor. "We've tested your ass quite a bit, but now we're going to test your balls. Bend your knees a little, and we'll get started." I did so, wondering what in hell they were about to do. They tied a thin leather strap around my balls, pulling them down from my body. Then they took one of the ropes tied around the bowling ball to the leather strap, making it taught. It was uncomfortable to be crouched like that, but no worse than the pool balls that were still in my ass. "See, James? Not so bad! It's the smallest bowling ball they had, made for kids, but since you look 11 years old now, I guess that's appropriate. What you're going to do is stand up, make sure the bowling isn't touching the floor, and walk around the room. I have to warn you, though: If it touches the floor in any way, we go immediately to the fifth and final sport test, and I guarantee it's far worse than this. Take your time going around the room, but keep in mind what I said." It took me three tries to finally get the bowling ball off the floor a few inches as it pulled hard on my balls, which stretched painfully beneath my dick. I had to walk with my legs far apart, and once the ball swung and smacked into my leg. I cried out in pain. "Keep walking, James. You're almost there. Make it, and we'll let you go. You can join any team you want. Sound like a deal?" All I could do was nod through the sweat pouring off my face. Just then Scott got up for the first time, walked around behind me, and yanked one of the three pool balls out of my ass. My knees nearly buckled, and the bowling ball swung within an inch of the floor. I knew better than to say anything so took a few more steps. He pulled out another pool ball, which left only the cue ball in my butt. Again, my legs trembled, but the bowling ball stayed above the floor. Finally with a swift pull, Scott whipped out the cue ball. It came flying out of my ass, which was at last free of anything invading it. I stumbled slightly, and the bowling ball scraped the floor before I could recover. I hoped no one noticed. I made it around the room. "I did it, see Conrad? Even with Scott doing that to me, I made it. I choose the soccer team." Conrad shook his head. "Uh, not so fast, James. We all saw it scrape the floor a minute ago. Nice try, though. As punishment for failing, AND lying, one more time around the room, only this time with this bowling pin in your ass. Put it in there now while we watch. The boys gathered behind me in anticipation. Conrad lubed up the bowling pin, and I bent over in surrender. I got the tip of it in, but it refused to go much further. There was no way it would stay for my journey around the room. "Here. We'll help. Start walking." As I staggered, each boy came up in turn and slapped the base of the bowling pin, forcing it further into my ass. "Better walk faster," Conrad ordered. At last I made it around the room. "Better this time. That bowling ball stayed afloat the whole way. Now, do you want that bowling pin out, and the bowling ball untied?" I bowed my head and whispered, "yes, please." "We didn't hear you. Louder." "YES PLEASE. Nothing more up there, please no!" Conrad grinned. "Well I didn't promise that. There's one more sport team possibility for our fifth test before we consider you being on any team."