Body Shop

For Sterling

Robby stumbled upon the fetish website by accident and found himself strangely drawn to what he found there. He had never thought of torture and male-to-male sex as two things that formed a connection, except maybe in his dreams. Yet to the guys on that website, those two behaviors did connect in a big way. As he explored the large site, Robby became more excited without knowing why. The written posts, images and videos he saw seemed oddly familiar to him. They made his heart beat faster. He loved the idea of guys, mostly around his age, submitting to or inflicting torturous moves on willing subjects. His dick hardened as he thought about it. He squeezed it with a hand while he scrolled down a long list of groups and locations that actually did the things the site described. These guys apparently lived all around him. It didn’t take him long to find a group within easy driving distance of his apartment.

Despite his interest, Robby didn’t investigate his chosen group right away. He thought about it, fantasized about it, wondered what he would say to those guys in person, and wondered what he should wear to make the best impression. He also did not know how they would react to his lack of experience. As it turned out, Robby should not have worried. He had the benefit of youth, a handsome face, an athletic body and a great looking ass.

He finally decided he could wait no longer. He checked the group’s next meeting night and drove to the location. He found the place with no difficulty. The house stood back from the road on several tree-covered acres. A number of cars, pickups and motorcycles huddled close to a large pole-barn behind the house. As he walked to the door Robby saw a sign labeled “Body Shop.” He knocked on the door. He waited. When getting no response, he thought of leaving. Then the door opened.

“I’m Robby. I emailed you that I would be here tonight.”

“Yes, great! I’m Jerritt. I almost didn’t hear you knock. We’re in the basement. Follow me.”

Before reaching the door to the basement, the two guys passed several cars needing repairs in an actual body shop. Robby had never seen a pole-barn with a basement, but this building had one. As they walked down a stairway, Jerritt explained that seventeen guys, including Robby, had shown up that night. He seemed very happy about that. But Robby didn’t listen very carefully—he found himself distracted by Jerritt’s well-built body. Shirtless and without shoes, he wore only scruffy, ass-hugging jeans. But when the two entered the basement, Robby became even more distracted. Never had he seen so many sexy-looking guys in one place. The large room had an additional allure because the only light came from countless candles of many sizes all over the room.

As his eyes adjusted to the warm glow, Robby saw a few guys wearing only jeans like Jerritt. Others wore skimpy briefs or jockstraps. Some were naked. As he viewed them, Robby didn’t realize that many eyes had focused on him as well—his blond hair, his well-built body, his ass-hugging jeans. Everybody’s mood seemed upbeat—even two jockstrapped guys wrestling playfully on a mat in one corner of the room. They seemed to have fun trying out various holds on each other in a friendly sort of way. But as Robby watched, one wrestler locked his opponent in a body scissors that appeared to go way beyond playful. The wrestler’s muscular thighs began to really dig into his victim’s gut and stomach. Rather than submit, the victim rested his hands on the wrestler’s thigh, making no attempt to escape the hold. He even seemed to welcome the scissors. He began to stroke the powerful thigh as though worshipping it.

“Hey dudes, heads up!” announced Jerritt.

The two wrestlers disengaged and looked toward Jerritt, as did everyone else in the room. Jerritt pointed out each guy in the group, using first names or nicknames. “This is Ken, Antonio, Neil (he likes to spell it “kneel”), Kip, Bryan, Dillon (he’s new), Junior, Tarzan, Dave, Logan, Stefan, Marty, Evan (he’s another new guy), Isaac and Spike. And here’s Robby (also new). If you’re new here, feel free to join us every time we meet. You’ll get to know us better the more times you come!”

“Yeah, the more times a guy shoots off, the better!” quipped Marty, grinning as his eyes scanned Robby’s tight jean crotch.

Jerritt continued. “I meant to say, ‘the more times he attends our meetings,’ smartass!” Then he became more serious. “And remember mutual respect, especially if you wanna play with a guy again—and most of us want to!”

The guys agreed and welcomed Robby, Evan and Dillon with handshakes and smiles.

“We’re all buddies here,” said Jerritt. “We want everybody to feel at home. Ask if have any questions.”

Dillon spoke up. “Are you guys bondage masters, slaves, or what?”

“Some guys like the role of master, some like being a slave. It depends,” said Jerritt.

“Yeah, and some of us like both, “interjected Bryan. It’s whatever turns you on!”

“That’s right,” said Jerritt. “We do whatever you wanna do.”

That opened the way for some talking and laughing among the guys. Soon everyone began pulling off jeans, jockstraps, etc. Some guys stripped their buddies. Soon everyone became naked in the flickering candlelight. Robby loved it, especially because several guys smiled at his large balls and semi-hard dick.

The two wrestlers, Dave and Neil, started to grapple again. Robby gulped when Dave trapped Neil in a favorite hold of Robby’s—the leg split. Lying near Neil’s ass, Dave scissored Neil’s left leg, then hooked his arms firmly around the right leg. He pulled the right leg far to the side, imprisoning him securely on his back. Neil groaned in pain as he felt his hamstrings stretching.

Robby loved seeing this hold because it provided the best view of a wrestler’s crotch. In this case, Neil had a great set of balls to behold, and he knew it. Robby also liked the hold because it could make even the toughest athlete submit. But here, although submissions sometimes occurred, the guys mostly wanted to see long-held holds that worked on part of a guy’s body to produce pain or pleasure in one or both guys. How long a guy could take the hold without giving up became most important. Stamina and toughness ruled.

Accordingly, the leg split lasted a long time. During it, Dave smiled as he kept his eyes on Neil’s firm balls and cock. The hold clearly tortured Neil. It went on minute after minute. But Neil never asked for a release. But he did cry out in pain—something Dave and the other guys loved to hear. Or did occasional rushes of pleasure cause his cries?

Dave finally removed an arm from around Neil’s right leg. But he didn’t do that to break the hold. He kept the leg in place by hooking it behind his neck. The extreme split kept Neil restrained for a long time. Robby loved watching the wrenching hold, and Neil’s reactions to it. Eventually—maybe out of sympathy for the guy—Dave gently stroked and massaged Neil’s right inner thigh with his free hand. After the stroking, Dave’s hand remained parked on the thigh, almost touching Neil’s ball sack. Neil groaned as though comforted by the presence of the hand near his crotch.

Then Robby gulped again as Dave’s hand moved once more, this time around Neil’s ball sack. Neil lifted his head off the mat out of concern. But Dave merely held the balls without putting any unusual pressure on them. The victim let his head fall back to the mat, knowing that he had no power to stop whatever Dave had in mind to do next.

But nothing much happened for a minute or so. Dave continued to hold the balls gently, enjoying his control over the guy’s testicles. Neil squirmed, trying to move his ass and legs. But he soon stopped and lay still, with Dave’s fingers still around the nuts. Robby rubbed his cock as he watched Neil begin to accept Dave’s hand on his balls.

Then Robby noticed that Dave’s fingers began to increase their grip on the guy’s balls. Soon Dave had the balls in a formidable squeeze. Robby thought that if such a move happened to a guy in a street fight, the victim would go crazy and use any means to break away from that squeeze. Yet Neil seemed stoic and showed no sign of trying to get away. In fact, he appeared to accept whatever Dave did to him, as though he welcomed Dave’s ball-grips.

In any case, Robby admired the hold. However, after a moment, Dave did something that made Robby cringe. Dave lifted his thumb from the ball claw and slowly pushed it between the pressed-together balls. As his four fingers continued to grip the sack, he nudged his thumb-press deeper into it. Dave didn’t think of this as an adolescent game or experiment. He knew exactly what this move would do. In addition, each time his thumb poked into the sack it prodded the lowest part of Neil’s shaft. The guy gasped and clenched his fists. Dillon moved closer to Robby to get a better view of the maneuver.

“Is Dave hurtin’ him or makin’ him feel good?” Dillon quietly asked Robby.

“I don’t know,” whispered Robby. “But it sure looks sexy!”

Several other guys crowded around them, all watching Dave work on Neil’s sack with his thumb. None of them had ever seen that done before. The move suggested pleasure, because the cock definitely became stiffer and jumpier. But the sound of Neil’s cries and gasps suggested torture from the leg split.

When Dave started to put more pressure on the deep part of the sack every three or four seconds, that really got to Neil. The victim struck the mat with a fist, although he still didn’t submit. Robby could see Dave putting more muscle into his attacks. Neil frantically gripped the mat with both hands. Dave kept up his assault until all of Neil’s strength seemed to leave him. It became obvious that Neil would not submit, so Dave went for the next best option. He decided to work on the guy’s shaft. It took several more minutes, but at last Neil yelled in defeat—or triumph. His eyelids opened wide as his sperm shot up through his excited rod. At that moment, Neil’s cries became raucous, but Robby still couldn’t tell if they expressed Neil’s pleasure or pain. In any case, Neil’s cum flew out across his chest.

When the shots ended, Dave ended the long-held leg split. And he let go of the guy’s large, reddish ball sack. Rather than turn away from his attacker, it surprised Robby to see Neil immediately grab Dave and kiss him passionately. Dave patted the guy’s butt and held him affectionately. He also spoke to Neil, but too quietly for most guys to hear. “Good job, man. You really made me work for it. You’re my stud!”

Robby thought the encounter had ended, but that proved incorrect. He heard Neil cry out again as he embraced Dave. Then Robby saw that Dave’s hand had put a crushing grip on Neil’s excited cock. What Dave did to the cock made Neil scream like hell. Robby watched thick juice start shooting again from the shaft and onto the chests of both guys. After that, Dave released the guy and watched him collapse onto the mat. Dave smiled and stroked Neil’s heaving chest, massaging it with the guy’s cum. Neil pulled Dave down on top of him.

As they witnessed this, some of the guys around them couldn’t stop themselves from shooting off. Stunned by what they had seen, Robby and Dillon remained silent for a while. But then they spontaneously put their arms around each other, looking like two buddies reuniting after a long absence.

As he hugged Robby, Dillon looked in the distance and fixed his eyes on a wall behind them. “Have you seen all the stuff on that wall?”

Both guys then looked more closely at the many objects that Dillon referred to—leather harnesses, wrist and ankle cuffs, collars, hoods, slings, gloves, dildos, electrical devices and other objects. They also noticed that the room had some stools, two massage tables of different heights, and expensive-looking bodybuilding equipment. Many ropes, chains and straps hung from the ceiling. The floor contained several workout and wrestling mats of different sizes. Robby, Dillon and Evan sat down on one of them, joining two other guys, Bryan and Kip.

“We’re always glad to have handsome, young recruits like you guys here,” said Bryan.

The guy made a striking appearance with his short, jet black hair, goatee and pubes. He also looked kind of dangerous. Bryan loved that image and promoted it.

Kip sat close to him and made an interesting contrast to Bryan’s appearance. With his smooth, milky skin and scruffy hair, Kip looked like an innocent youth trying to stay out of trouble. He seemed very relaxed beside Bryan and sported an erect cock. Bryan often looked at the long shaft as the two talked. Kip liked to flex his rod, making it twitch for the entertainment of any guy nearby—but especially for Bryan.

The jumping cock made Bryan smile. “Looks like it’s been workin’ out, boy!” He wrapped a hand around it. “Yeah, it feels stronger than last time.”

Robby and Dillon liked the way that Bryan casually held the youth’s rod as he talked, and that Kip accepted it as normal behavior. In fact, every member of the group behaved that way toward each other’s bodies all the time..

Bryan tickled the side of Kip’s neck with his tongue. “How’s your carotid doing?”

Kip laughed and turned to the new guys. “Last time we were here Bryan put me out with his killer sleep hold.”

Bryan gave the long, upright cock a few shakes. “Yeah, I got you twice—and you didn’t remember either one!”

“He’s very good at it,” admitted Kip. “When he woke me up after the first time, I wondered why the guys around me were laughing.”

“How long were you out?” asked Dillon.

“Not long with the first hold. But Bryan kept me out longer with the second one. When I woke up, he had a hand around my cock—like now!”

“Except then it was all wet!” added Bryan. “I sure did drain you.”

“Hey, what’s the carotid?” asked Evan.

Bryan explained. “The carotid artery is right here.” He put a finger on the side of Evan’s neck, pointing out the exact spot to the other guys. “If you put enough pressure on it…..well, let’s show these guys how it’s done.”

Kip agreed, adding a condition. “O.K., but don’t make me cum this time.”

Bryan moved behind Kip and sat on his knees. The volunteer leaned back, resting against Bryan’s broad, hairy chest. Kip stroked the muscular thighs alongside him as Bryan wrapped his arms warmly around the youth in a loving embrace. Kip seemed to melt into the guy. His cock stood tall, as if watching the embrace and hoping that Bryan’s hand would embrace it also. While Bryan held the youth, Kip’s eyes and body seemed to radiate a comforting glow that matched his buddy’s.

Bryan gradually moved his arms upward and coiled them around Kip’s neck. Kip grasped the powerful biceps as they tightened around the youth’s throat. After only a few seconds Kip’s eyelids began to slowly close. Then his hands slipped off of Bryan’s biceps. The observers saw Bryan’s mouth widen in a brief victory grin. Although the grin lasted for only a couple of seconds, the observers saw Bryan show his teeth as if delivering a death hold to a victim. But a moment later the sinister grin vanished and Bryan kissed the side of Kip’s head.

That kiss made Robby wonder about the combination of two things usually unrelated—at least in his mind. He thought about opposites like torture and love, or domination and affection, or pain and pleasure. To the guys in this group, those presumed opposites did not exist. No contradictions took place for them. But before the night ended, Robby would understand.

Bryan lightly tapped the side of Kip’s face, awakening the youth immediately.

Kip looked startled when he opened his eyes. “Did he put me out?”

Dillon spoke up first. “Yeah, he sure did!”

Kip still had a confused look on his face. Bryan moved alongside him and put an arm around his shoulder. That affectionate sight—two handsome guys sitting naked beside each other with their upright cocks standing at attention—would captivate many if seen as an erotic internet image. But here, Robby, Dillon and Evan saw it in person.

“You O.K. buddy?” asked Bryan.

“I guess so, as long as you’re beside me,” said Kip quietly.

Bryan and Kip then got into what looked like a hugging and kissing contest—maybe to see whose tongue could dominate the other’s mouth.

Evan nudged Robby to get his attention. “Look at those guys over there,” he said, pointing to Tarzan and Marty. “I’ve never seen a choke like that!”

Robby and Evan watched Tarzan execute a rarely used and steamy hold. In a standing position, the stud did indeed have Marty’s neck caught between his strong, upper thighs. Tarzan looked down into the guy’s startled face. Marty spread his legs wide to help stabilize himself. To Robby he appeared like a guy caught around the neck as he performed a high bridge. Marty grasped the massive thighs, not knowing what else to do.

Robby marveled at Tarzan’s body. He had never seen a guy with such perfectly developed muscles. The tall stud could certainly intimidate any guy. Tarzan’s thigh muscles particularly stood out to Robby. They looked like very dangerous weapons in any kind of fight. Whenever they locked onto an opponent, Tarzan always had no trouble getting a submission out of the guy.

As he watched Marty struggle, Robby could almost feel the guy’s pain. He sympathized with Marty, but he also became turned on by the hold. Even more, he thought about what it would feel like as the receiver of a maneuver like that one. He knew it would hurt, but he also envied Marty’s view of Tarzan’s body—his strangling quadriceps, his erect cock, his stiff ballsack. The best part of it for Marty became his close-up view of all this. But few guys could withstand Tarzan’s choking squeezes for more than a few seconds. Marty took it for an astonishing length of time. He opened his mouth as far as he could so he could breathe.

“I’ve been downing beers, boy,” said Tarzan. “You gonna be my piss-boy tonight?”

“Yes sir.”

“Yes you will,” declared Tarzan.

The stud opened his thighs and let Marty fall to the mat on his back. Then he dropped onto Marty’s chest, slid a hand behind the guy’s head and held it up to the stud’s cock. With his other hand Tarzan pointed the end of his shaft at Marty’s mouth. When Marty opened his jaw, the stud released his flow.

Marty drank it down without flinching. To Robby this suggested that Marty had taken piss before and knew how to do it. Yet Marty did have to breathe at times, so Tarzan stopped his flow three or four times to allow the youth to do that. Marty never tried to get away. He actually did the opposite: he grabbed Tarzan’s legs, encouraging the stud to continue.

Robby, Dillon and Evan observed this as though spellbound. They focused their attention on Marty’s throat, watching the guy swallow mouthful after mouthful of Tarzan’s piss. He looked like a guy who could never satisfy his thirst. Tarzan grinned while Marty strained, taking every last drop of the stud’s golden stream.

“Yeah! Good boy!” said Tarzan. He stood over Marty like a victorious Greek god.

“Fuck!” said Evan to the other guys. “Can you believe that?”

Marty finally stood up and hugged the stud, thanking him for the experience. He reached for a can of beer and gave it to Tarzan. The stud opened the can’s top and drank it in front of Marty, who stroked Tarzan’s thighs at the same time.

Robby heard a soft cry from the far end of the room. He walked closer to see Ken working on Junior—definitely the youngest member of the group. The cry came from Junior, who lay on a bondage table, securely fastened to it on his back. Ken’s hands roamed across the youth’s body—holding, inspecting, massaging and pinching every place of interest. Junior liked it and demonstrated that with his cock, which became stiffer by the minute.

But when Ken put his hand around Junior’s balls, the youth became more concerned. At first Ken used some mild squeezing, but as time passed, he put more muscle into it. Junior yelped, especially when Ken started to pull the sack away from his crotch. Junior felt relieved when Ken brought the balls back to their normal position. But then the youth cringed when Ken repeated the pull soon afterward. He did that slow stretch often and each time the hunk’s own cock twitched in excitement alongside the bondage table.

Ken smiled. “In remote parts of Asia, groups of young guys like to do stuff like this to each other. They try to find different ways to make each other cum—to watch how forcefully a guy shoots off, and what his sperm looks like compared to others. And also to have fun!”

Yet Ken’s ball-stretching maneuver didn’t seem fun to Junior. But if Ken saw this as some kind of manhood ritual, thought Junior, then he resolved to stay with it—despite the hunk’s ever-tightening pulls. Above all, he wanted to show off his strength and virility to the other guys. As Robby watched, he saw the youth’s cock grow more excited.

“Ever had anyone milk your balls before?” asked Ken.

Junior seemed caught off guard by that question. “I don’t think so, sir.”

Ken held the balls in his right hand and placed his other hand on the youth’s chest. Junior stiffened in fear once more. He knew about cock-milking, but he wondered what Ken meant by ‘milking balls.’ He soon found out. Ken’s right-hand fingertips slowly began to contract, squeezing into mostly the upper half of both balls. The fingers then opened and squeezed again.

This tightening and loosening of the ball grip continued for several minutes. The balls became more rigid, prompting Ken to squeeze his fingers into them with more determination. Junior groaned and sometimes cried out, realizing that this had become a battle that he couldn’t win.

But Ken loved feeling the youth’s balls stiffen. He knew he would make them submit, showing everyone what they could do. Junior’s cries of defeat slowly turned into cries of pleasure. The youth’s cock swung upward every time Ken’s fingers crushed into the balls. The cock longed for anyone nearby to grab it. Junior squirmed, trying to get a hand loose to jack himself off and end the waiting. But the restraints prohibited that.

By the time his balls became ready to eject their juice, Junior screamed continuously from a glut of pleasure that threatened to overcome him. His cock reached as high as it could and with a sudden burst of power spit out his male strength for everybody to see. Ken let go the balls and stood by to observe the squirting as well.

And when it ended, Junior’s cock kept bucking, as if begging someone to grab it and satisfy its desire for physical contact. Ken finally did so, bringing more screams from the youth.

After Junior calmed down, Ken walked into the darkness and returned with a lighted candle. He held it above Junior’s chest and gradually tipped the candle sideways. Several drops of hot wax dropped onto one of the youth’s sensitive tits. Junior immediately yelled in pain. Then Ken dropped sizzling wax onto the other tit, bringing more shrieks of pain from the youth. Rocky could see the tits stiffen as they reacted to the stinging heat.

Ken moved the candle toward Junior’s crotch. lower. He took hold of Junior’s rod with his free hand and held it upright, away from its anchored position against the guy’s gut. Ken again slowly tipped the candle sideways, allowing the liquid wax to drop onto the youth’s lower abs. Junior yelled as his body tried unsuccessfully to escape the pain.

Ken returned the shaft to its place against the gut and held the cock’s head steady with two fingers of his left hand. With his right hand he moved the candle toward it. Robby’s heart began to beat faster as he saw Ken hold the flame only inches above the middle of the cock. When the hot wax struck its target, the youth instantly cried out with piercing screeches.

Ken took a different candle and slowly poured a stream of wax along the full length of the rod from top to bottom. Junior screamed and lifted his head off the table as far as he could. His muscles flexed as the burning pain traveled along his shaft. His head fell back to the table a few moments later.

Ken held the shaft up again. He hovered the candle’s flame just above the piss hole and let drop after drop of the hot wax slowly drip onto, and into, the open tube. Junior yelped as though a pin had pricked and scraped the sensitive flesh. Ken didn’t stop until the wax had completely coated the wide head. When the wax had cooled and hardened, Ken pressed his fingers into the head, broke the wax into small pieces and brushed them away. Then he started over, letting more wax find the piss hole. Junior’s sexy yelps returned. And yet, the youth never begged Ken to stop—something that Robby looked upon with admiration.

As Ken continued, Junior squealed as each new, fiery drop kissed his hole. The youth struggled with the pain—and perhaps he also struggled with the hot pleasure that gradually grew inside his shaft at the same time. Soon Ken had most of Junior’s shaft covered with the hot wax.

The youth’s screams escalated. Ken released the cock, letting it hang above Junior’s gut. Almost immediately it started to leap upward with no prompting. Junior’s rising pleasure had taken over, unleashed by the hot wax session. Now no one could stop the inevitable. The cock raised itself as high as possible. His young cum suddenly exploded as Junior shouted in ecstasy.

The onlookers watched Junior pump out his juice in long streams. The potent semen seemed out of control and took several minutes to deplete itself. Ken didn’t unfasten Junior’s restraints. Rather than freeing the youth, Ken spent a lot of time stroking the guy’s heaving chest and abs to calm him. But that didn’t seem to satisfy Junior.

“Thank you, sir! Please—one more, sir!”

Ken looked down at Junior with a twinkle in his eye. He opened a drawer under the table and took out a small, black device with wires attached to it. He placed the device on the table between Junior’s legs. In the dim light, most guys could not at first clearly see a long, pen-shaped object attached to the wires. But as Ken adjusted the dials on the black box, the long object began to hum and glow in a purplish color.

Seeing the glow, Stefan came alongside Robby to watch. “Ever seen anyone use e-stim on a guy?” asked Stefan.

“No,” answered Robby.

The skinny kid started to fondle his own rod. “It’s fantastic, man. Nothin’ else like it!”

As Stefan stared at the purple glow, he imagined himself on the table instead of Junior. Ken checked Junior’s cock. Despite shooting off just moments ago, the rod still felt totally hard. When Ken picked up the glowing pen, Stefan squeezed his own rod, anticipating what Junior would soon feel. At first, Ken touched the tip of the device to one of Junior’s tits. Robby could hear it make a crackling sound. The device contacted the skin for only a second, but the shock of it made the youth jump, despite the ropes holding him.

Ken then touched the other tit with the device, making Junior’s body jerk again. Over the next few minutes Ken went back and forth, zapping one tit then the other, until the youth became more accustomed to the sudden electrical charges. But after that, Ken challenged the youth with longer-held attacks—on his neck, shoulders, and upper arms. Junior screamed louder when Ken used the device on the guy’s armpits. Yet when Ken moved it toward his cock, the youth had a hard time controlling himself. Junior shouted in agony as he felt the device begin to terrorize his rod.

He pushed the tip of it against the center of the youth’s shaft and held it there for about five seconds—an extremely long time to feel a jolt of electricity. The loud crackling and sizzling sound made several guys in the room take notice. Junior cried out in an unforgettable scream. Stefan gasped as he clutched his own cock. But Junior didn’t cum. Ken then brought the device’s tip under his sack and pushed it upward, between Junior’s balls.

Ken held the device on that spot, determined to make the youth give up his sperm once more. Junior’s yells dominated all the other sounds in the room, along with the device’s ominous crackling sounds. When Stefan saw Junior’s cock begin to jump, his own cock exploded. Stefan immediately turned toward Robby and sprayed him with cum.

Ken gave the device another shove, driving it into the sack with even more force. That finished the youth. His cock erupted with a strength no one expected. Junior uttered a scream that accompanied every shot of cum that the cock released.

At that point Dillon felt a hand on his shoulder from behind. He, along with Robby and Evan, turned around to see Isaac—a black guy with a long, thick phallus that stood up, waiting for action.

Isaac smiled. “I think it’s time for you guys to get initiated into the group. You wanna be first Dillon?”

Somewhat stunned by Isaac’s horny appearance and by his question, Dillon paused. “Yeah…yeah ….I guess I’m ready,” he replied apprehensively. “Whatcha gonna do to us?”

Isaac smiled as he felt Dillon’s stiff cock in a friendly way. “Don’t worry, man,” said Isaac. “You’re gonna thank me when it’s over.” Isaac looked into the crowd of guys in the room and spotted Jerritt. “Hey Jerritt, it’s time.”

When Jerritt joined them, he said, “If you three like it here and wanna join us again, you’ll have to pass an initiation. All of us did.”

Robby and Evan, like Dillon, agreed to go through with the initiation, although no one knew what they had to do to pass the test.

“We need three volunteers to conduct the trial of these guys.”

Tarzan and Spike stepped forward to join Isaac. Other group members sat down to watch.

“What do we have to do?” asked Robby.

“You’ll find out. Everyone get initiated in a different way,” said Jerritt.

That statement did little to ease the minds of the three hopeful applicants. Isaac went to work first, massaging Dillon’s arms, chest and back. Then as Isaac stood behind him feeling Dillon’s round ass, Isaac stuck his right hand between the guy’s legs and took hold of Dillon’s ballsack. Dillon shrieked as Isaac put a decisive squeeze on the sack. Isaac widened his stance. He loved grabbing balls from behind. He had done it to a lot of guys, gay or straight—not just to members of this group.

Dillon shrieked as Isaac put a commanding squeeze on his sack. Dillon reached his left hand behind him to somehow try to pull the hand out of his crotch. But Isaac grabbed the arm with his own left hand and wrenched it into a tight hammerlock. When Dillon tried to catch hold of Isaac’s arm with his other hand, the black brawler quickly seized it and pressed it against the already hammerlocked arm. Now with both arms trapped in a double hammerlock, and Isaac’s other hand around his balls, Dillon had nowhere to go and nothing to do but suffer.

Dillon groaned as Isaac began to work on the balls with moves that had made Isaac famous—and feared—among his buddies. Isaac began to tighten his fingers around the sack. Dillon yelled as he felt them pressing into his balls without any limitations, or so it seemed to him at the time. If this hold took place in a wrestling match—formal or informal, the victim would quickly submit. But Dillon wanted to demonstrate his courage.

“I’m not quittin’!” he yelled.

Isaac grinned at that reaction. He liked a guy who stuck with it and wanted more. And so Isaac added to the power of his grip. Dillon cried out in the lowest pitch that his vocal chords could produce. To some guys the cry sounded like it came directly from the depths of Dillon’s balls. Isaac got a huge thrill out of it, especially his victim’s repeated refusal to submit.

The black athlete squeezed harder, flexing his biceps at the same time. Dillon’s endurance shocked Robby as he watched the guy try to withstand the immense force applied to his balls. But Isaac had only just started.

“You have tough nuts, boy,” complemented Isaac. “It may take time, but you will submit to me.”

Dillon began to feel a different sensation in his balls—something new to him. The athlete’s fingers had surrounded just the left testicle. Dillon’s muscles tensed. Isaac put a firm grip on the large, oval-shaped gonad. Then he began to squeeze, pressing into its sides with varying amounts of strength. None of Dillon’s buddies had ever done that to him before. As an adolescent, he knew guys who sometimes got into ball grabbing. It became a fun thing to do to. But no one had ever tried to wrestle just one of Dillon’s balls. Accordingly, as Isaac worked on the testicle, Dillon became increasingly terrified.

The fact that he couldn’t directly see Isaac’s fingers added to his anxiety. Dillon did not actually feel a lot of pain, but imagining Isaac’s unorthodox moves made it seem painful. Logan wanted to get a closer look. He got down on the mat in front of Dillon. Lying on his back, he looked up at Isaac’s hand. Logan’s cock twitched as he watched what Isaac did.

“Damn,” whispered Logan as Isaac began to slowly pull the gonad lower.

He saw Isaac’s strong fingers press into the sides of Dillon’s testicle again and again. Dillon cried out in fear. But then the black hunk changed the position of his fingers and started pressing into the gonad from its top and bottom simultaneously. Dillon’s yells became louder. Logan wondered how any guy could withstand that kind of move. Nevertheless, he memorized the positions and movements of Isaac’s fingers so he could later try out the moves later on his buddy’s balls.

Yet what followed caused Dillon even greater alarm. Isaac started to gently roll the testicle back and forth between his fingers—another completely new and frightening sensation for Dillon. He screamed louder than ever, but he couldn’t bring himself to submit. That would stop the torture, but he couldn’t risk losing the respect of the group.

After a couple of minutes, Isaac ended the rolling maneuver and held both balls tenderly. He also let go of his double hammerlock, giving Dillon’s arms a chance to relax. Isaac put his now-free arm gently across Dillon’s chest and patted it.

“Good boy,” said Isaac quietly.

After a pause, Isaac resumed his work. This time he went after the testicle on the right side of Dillon’s sack. Logan became even more turned-on as he watched Isaac wrestle it. As before, Isaac started by feeling the stiff gonad all over. The testicle had a slightly bigger size than its brother on the left, and that seemed to make Isaac particularly interested in it.

Next, the athlete began to squeeze into its sides repeatedly. Although he had survived Isaac’s “fun” with the other gonad, this time Isaac began to test the bigger gonad using stronger squeezes than before. Dillon’s exceptionally loud screams reflected that.

In addition, the athlete put a slow, downward pull on the big testicle, eventually forcing Dillon down to the mat on his knees.

“Spread your legs wider,” ordered Isaac.

Dillon complied, not knowing what else to do. With a larger space between the legs, Isaac now had more room for his favorite moves. He twisted the balls. He pulled the balls side-to-side and back-and-forth, while Dillon yelled in fear.

“Your hard nuts are fun to play with, man,” said Isaac, hugging him with the arm across the guy’s chest. “You and I gonna be best buds?” asked Isaac.

Although the moves on his balls scared Dillon, he nodded his head in agreement. He sure did want Isaac as a buddy. He loved getting attention from the awesome athlete—even this kind of attention.

“But there’s somethin’ else, man,” said Isaac, whispering faintly into his ear so nobody else heard. “To get into the group, you gotta show the guys your cum.”

Dillon nodded again. He appreciated knowing what he had to do, yet he wondered how he could shoot off while Isaac wrestled his nuts. But then Isaac readjusted his fingers around the balls. Expecting that the change would soon make him cum, Dillon pushed his head back against Isaac’s chest, waiting for the hunk to finish him.

But the orgasm didn’t happen. The guys around him stared at Dillon and sympathized with him. A few of them had encounters with Isaac in the past. They knew that Isaac would frustrate Dillon by continuing to withhold the orgasm. They knew that the black athlete had a real talent for controlling a guy’s cum. Yes, Dillon’s pleasure would mostly advance, but Isaac would determine when his captive would shoot off.

With every twist or pull, Isaac forced Dillon’s testicles a little farther. It felt like a slow-motion training session to Dillon. But he learned to accept it—what other choice did he have? Furthermore, he wanted to show the guys around him that he could survive Isaac’s extreme wrestling moves. He believed that most males wouldn’t have the guts to deal with anything involving their balls.

Dillon looked down to see his cock appearing to like Isaac’s ball-stretching. It eventually started to feel good, but the pleasure only amounted to a tease. Dillon wondered how long it would take Isaac to make him reach an orgasm without jacking his cock or sucking on it. But in fact, Isaac would take the guy’s sperm without doing either of those two things.

Dillon grew impatient. He wanted Isaac to finish him so he could show the guys his cum. Isaac knew that. He could feel it in the guy’s balls. “Take it easy, man. Your balls are way too sexy to go faster,” said Isaac.

From that point, Dillon did try to relax as much as possible. He even started to like the feel of Isaac’s hand between his legs and around his balls. He took a deep breath. He could feel the balls hardening in the athlete’s claw hold—at least, it felt that way to him.

Dillon looked down. His cock moved as though begging for the climax. Several guys crowded in front of him, eagerly anticipating the cock’s submission.

“Yeah, make him suffer,” said Ken.

As the moments passed, Dillon’s sack skin became much stiffer, along with the guy’s balls. Dillon started to fidget, once more yearning for Isaac to make him cum.

Dillon began to perspire. He could wait no longer for the orgasm to overtake him. His anxiety threatened to tear him apart. Pleasure gnawed at him from the top of his shaft to the bottom of his balls. Dillon yelled as a drop of pre-cum escaped from his rod.

“Get him!” said Logan to Isaac.

But Isaac waited longer, pushing Dillon into a state of mind-numbing desperation. Isaac finally triggered the guy’s orgasm with a sudden, downward squeeze that made Dillon’s mouth fly open in a combination of shock and ecstasy. All the muscles in his body froze. Logan saw a dazed look on Dillon’s face. Isaac let go of the balls and grabbed Dillon around the waist from behind with both arms. As Isaac bear-hugged him, the victim’s sperm shot through his shaft. When Dillon’s sperm burst out, the guy uttered a scream that everyone in room understood. Logan held his own cock as he watched long streams of cum fire from Dillon’s frantic cock.

But when the orgasm ended, Isaac suddenly grabbed the Dillon’s cock with both hands. Dillon screamed more furiously as Isaac endlessly rubbed the stiff head, sharpening the guy’s pleasure to a point way beyond anything he had previously felt. Dillon could hardly control himself. Every muscle in his body strained and struggled to get away, yet knew he didn’t have the strength to succeed. Feeling the athlete’s strong fingers torturing his frantic cockhead instantly disabled the youth.

The cock submitted to Isaac by unexpectedly cutting loose with more shots of sperm. The first shot went over Logan’s body. Dillon threw his head back as he revealed his masculinity to the other guys in the best possible way. The sperm looked especially impressive streaking through the air in the glow of the candlelight.

Isaac pulled the screaming guy down to the mat on his stomach. He continued to keep his arms around Dillon’s cock as his chest pressed against Dillon’s back. Although Dillon squirmed in pleasure, Isaac kept his hands firmly locked onto the guy’s sizzling shaft. It took several minutes for Dillon to calm down. Isaac at last pulled Dillon up onto his hands and knees. He still had his arms around the guy and his hands clamped onto the stiff cock. Several guys moved in closer to get a look at Dillon’s cock. They grinned when they saw cum continuing to drip from it.

“That feels so great,” gasped Dillon.

“You did good, boy. You deserve it. Later as a reward you get MY body to play with,” said Isaac softly. “Any way you wish.”

Dillon smiled, still out of breath. Greatly relieved in more than one way, Dillon’s body sank to the mat again, with Isaac still locked onto his back, treating him with a flood of kisses.

Next, Spike and Evan walked onto a workout mat in the corner of the room. Evan looked scared. Spike gently put an arm around Evan to reassure him and stroked the guy’s butt. But Evan continued to look worried. He had heard about Spike’s wildness from other guys in the group. Nevertheless, Spike’s spectacular body seemed to glow alluringly in the candlelight. His muscles glistened, beckoning Evan to come to him.

Spike motioned to a guy nearby. “Hand me that bottle of lube.” He spoke quietly to Evan as he rubbed oil over the kid. “This will show it off your sexy body more.”

Evan started to relax as Spike smoothed the warm oil all over him. But even better, Spike started to talk to him in a comforting, friendly way. Evan noticed a sort of western twang to some of his words and asked him about it.

“I’m from Montana. I grew up on a ranch,” said Spike. “Lots of horses and prairies. But not as many guys unfortunately! Ever been there?”

“No,” said Evan. “Sounds like a cool place.”

“Yeah, it is. You and I should go sometime.” Spike grinned as he gave Evan a preview of what he’d like to do there. “We should strip in the sunlight. Have fun out in the open with nobody around to see us. At night sleep naked under the stars.” He paused. “If a wild animal comes nearby, I’ll protect you!” Spike smiled. “How about it?”

Evan didn’t know if he should believe the guy or not. But his offer could become the chance of a lifetime for Evan. Spike also seemed too handsome to refuse. “Sounds good to me.”

Spike smiled again. “If you wanna go with me, first I gotta break you in.” He grinned slyly. “Montana can sometimes get rough.” The cowboy carefully spread oil onto Evan’s balls and growing dick. “You ready for it?”

“Yes, sir,” said Evan cautiously.

Spike held the dick in his hand in a non-threatening way for a moment. Then Evan felt the hand begin to gradually glide up and down the slippery dick until it stiffened into a smooth rock. The hand moved at the slowest possible pace, as if checking every inch of the shaft, or maybe sensing something within it. Whatever the reason, Evan put his arms around the cowboy. Evan soon became addicted to Spike’s unhurried feels and rubs. The cock felt like it wanted to reach out beyond its usual length.

“Yeah, you’ve got a good one, buddy,” said Spike. Over the following minutes, he never stopped exploring it. The patient hunk kept taking Evan from one level of excitement to the next. Both guys could feel the cock push toward what it most wanted. Pre-cum began to emerge from the cock at times and slowly run down its surface.

“Yeah, let it flow,” said Spike softly.

Unlike many guys, Spike spent a lot of time feeling or jacking his partner—the longer the better. He liked handling and tickling a guy’s shaft until it drove the guy wild with desire. Evan held the hunk with increasing passion. At that point, Spike knew he had total control of the guy. Evan craved an orgasm. But the cowboy’s hand soon came to nearly a full stop. Evan groaned in anticipation. More pre-cum drained out of his cock hole.

Spike’s hand went lower and felt Evan’s tight sack. He did a thorough check of each ball’s size and hardness. No one had ever done that to Evan and it felt very good to him. By now, Evan had begun to trust Spike, so he let the guy handle his balls for a long time without complaining, as some guys might do.

When he finished his inspection, Spike freed the balls and smiled. But a few moments later, he abruptly demolished Evan with a sudden, breath-stopping bear hug. Evan yelped as the hold instantly forced him to yield to Spike’s power. Besides nearly rendering Evan unconscious with the long, constricting hold, Spike had an additional goal in mind. He intended to make the guy give up his cum as well.

As Spike squeezed Evan’s narrow waist, the guy’s cock—caught between the two hard bodies—stiffened as if to defend itself. Spike made his goal clearer by suddenly re-applying the bear hug many times in quick succession. The short, violent smashes of Evan’s chest and gut against Spike’s tight body made it hard for the guy to breathe. As Evan struggled hopelessly to take in more air, his body became limp. But his cock behaved in an opposite way. The smashes against Spike’s body greatly enhanced the pleasure within it.

Evan shouted—not to announce his submission, but rather his emission. Spike’s body-smashes left Evan’s cock no choice. With a burst of pleasure, sperm raced up his shaft. It began blasting onto the chests of both guys. Spike loved the feel of Evan’s warm cum on his body. He kept ramming Evan into him, trying to make sure he got every drop of semen. A few moments later, the youth’s arms grew limp from exhaustion.

Spike finally let the guy drop to the mat on his back. After his triumph, Spike lounged beside the breathless victim. A large pool of fresh cum on Evan’s chest flickered in the candlelight, revealing what had happened. Out of energy, Evan couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. Only his cock twitched, as if ready for more. Spike put an arm around Evan’s shoulder. For the next several minutes the cowboy massaged Evan’s chest and rippled abs with his other hand.

“I got you good,” said Spike with a smile.

He put his fingers around Evan’s still-pulsing rod. He held it over the guy’s gut and took some time admiring the muscle. He grinned as he gave it a few short buddy-squeezes. “Still really hard,” he said. After studying the tool, he brought it back onto Evan’s gut once more.

But then Spike flipped Evan onto his stomach. Evan groaned as Spike settled down on top of him. With his chest comfortably resting on the guy’s back, the cowboy locked his arms under Evan’s and into a full nelson to keep him in place. Evan didn’t have the strength to resist him anyway. The warmth of Spike’s body also felt great on top of him. At first Spike seemed content to just lie on the guy. But soon Spike’s long cock began to nudge Evan’s butt hole.

Evan could feel Spike’s stiff cockhead slowly push into the hole. Taking a lot of time, Spike eased more of his cock inside it. Evan moaned. His jaw dropped open as the long shaft slowly became part of him, inch-by-inch. After a couple of minutes, Spike had the entire tool inside him. With both arms locked, Evan couldn’t move. Spike rocked himself back and forth to celebrate his conquest. But this turned out as only the beginning of a conquest, not the culmination of it.

“I’m gonna show you what real fucking feels like,” said Spike. “It’s gonna be a long ride, cowboy.”

Evan said nothing, but he saw that a couple of guys sit down near him to watch Spike at work. Spike began by moving his cock so subtly that Evan hardly noticed the motion. But after a while, it seemed to Evan like the width and length of the shaft had begun to expand within him. Spike spread his legs wider.

“Here we go, buddy,” Spike whispered in Evan’s ear.

Spike’s nearly imperceptible movements had turned into obvious thrusting. As time passed, the thrusts became more determined rather than faster. Evan groaned as he felt Spike occasionally lick the back of his neck while he fucked. He unhooked one of his arms and at times playfully rustled Evan’s hair. He nibbled on his ears. He tickled his armpits and sides. Evan grinned. The other guys grinned too.

Evan began to focus on the cowboy’s breathing, which he could hear clearly. Spike breathed deeply and evenly, like he had spent a long time training in advance for some kind of long-duration sporting event.

“Oh yeah,” whispered Spike, pushing his rod in and out at a pace that maintained a steady amount of pleasure for both Evan and himself.

Antonio, a curly-haired hunk nearby, became steadily turned on as he watched. He seemed especially aroused as he saw Spike’s butt cakes squeeze together every time he pushed into Evan. Antonio got down on his knees beside Spike. After a moment he couldn’t resist laying a hand on that ass as it moved forward and back. Then he began to lightly pat it as a sign of approval, and of desire. At one point Spike pulled most of his shaft out of Evan and held it in that position for Spike’s benefit. During that pause, Antonio fingered Spike’s exposed, swollen rod. Its fantastic girth and hardness had always excited him. He held the hot, steely pole between his thumb and finger, then squeezed into it several times. That proved difficult because of the pole’s exceptional rigidity. But it still caused enough pleasure to make Spike gasp.

At other times, Antonio liked to hold a guy’s balls as the guy fucked or sucked someone. It turned him on to feel the balls move or tighten during sex. In fact, some guys specifically asked him to hold or pull on their balls while they worked on a guy. Antonio always loved doing it. He also liked sticking a finger up a guy’s ass and wiggling it.

When Spike resumed his fucking of Evan, the technique is used began to change. For instance, as Spike’s pleasure slowly escalated, the cowboy pulled his long rod completely out of Evan after every plunge. Between insertions, he waited a few seconds, or sometimes longer, before reinserting it. Spike really liked pushing his cock’s full length into a guy over and over. To him it seemed to confirm his domination.

At first, Evan remained silent whenever the shaft entered him. But later on, Spike’s plunging began to make him groan. Evan grabbed the mat and dug into it with his fingers. After several minutes, neither guy could take the fucking much longer.

“Get ready for my juice, man!”

Suddenly Spike rammed his cock all the way into Evan with a lot more force than before. That set off an orgasm that made both guys shout in ultimate pleasure. Each squirt tried to go deeper into Evan than the previous one, depositing Spike’s maleness deeper into his willing partner.

When the cum shots ended, Spike did not pull out of Evan. Instead, he hugged the nearly breathless guy until he calmed down. But even after becoming more relaxed, Evan could still feel the cowboy’s shaft pulsing inside him—either remembering the climax or hoping for another one. Soon Evan would find out which possibility would take place.

Spike gradually retracted his shaft. Evan breathed a sigh of relief. His butt cakes flexed as they adjusted to the empty hole.

“We ain’t done yet, boy,” whispered Spike. He picked up Evan’s lower legs and slowly twisted them until he had the guy on his back again. Spike kept pushing the legs toward Evan’s face, forcing the guy into a tight rollup pin. Now Spike had Evan in a truly vulnerable position and both guys knew it. Evan didn’t even try to fight the hold. Soon he felt the cowboy’s cockhead entering him once more. He gasped, feeling Spike resume his slow fuck session—or as Spike called it, “ass wrestlin’.” Evan groaned, unable and also unwilling to stop the fucking.

But the cowboy had something more in mind. He lowered his head and took Evan’s cock in his mouth. The assembled guys moved in closer. Most of them had never seen this move before and as they watched, the guys wished they could trade places with Evan, or with Spike.

Evan groaned as pleasure worked on him inside his ass and cock simultaneously. At first his hands clutched the mat. Then they grabbed Spike’s head, encouraging the cowboy to keep going. As time went on, neither guy did a very good job of keeping his pleasure under control. The sexiness of the sucking and fucking wouldn’t allow it.

Both guys groaned loudly, each becoming a victim of their own rising pleasures. Antonio again rested a hand on Spike’s ass. After a moment, he moved the hand lower and felt the cowboy’s large balls. His fingers gleefully held the sack during the fucking.

Seeing Antonio get into the action, Bryan decided to do that as well. Bryan sat on folded legs with his thighs cradling both sides of Evan’s head. Bryan took hold of Evan’s tall nipples with his fingers. He tickled them for a moment, making Evan gasp in pleasure. After he had made the tits firmer, Bryan started to squeeze them. Evan reacted with groans of both pleasure and pain. He immediately grabbed Bryan’s lower arms to make sure the hands didn’t let go. He desperately wanted to show all the guys he could take it.

Meanwhile, pleasure consumed Spike and Evan. Antonio felt Spike’s balls expand and stiffen as he fucked. He knew the cowboy’s orgasm would happen soon.

In fact, Antonio became so turned on that his own cock lifted itself and suddenly erupted without him touching it. He gasped as it shot huge amounts of cum onto Spike’s ass and thighs. The feel of those cum shots sent electrical charges through Spike’s muscled body.

Spike’s balls suddenly became sizzling, steel orbs in Antonio’s hand. The Italian stud instinctively power-squeezed them. Spike yelled and rammed his shaft into Evan as far as it could go. Antonio felt Spike’s balls contract in his hand as the semen broke free. It shot through Spike’s shaft and exploded into Evan’s ass.

When Evan felt the cum blasting into him, his body automatically triggered his own orgasm. Evan cried out as his sperm fired onto the mat underneath him. Bryan freed Evan’s tits and Antonio released Spike’s balls. They sat back with the other guys, watching Spike and Evan try to recover from their cum-shooting.

Spike, like a bronc rider, seemed reluctant ro dismount and release Evan’s ass. But after some time, he did so and said to Evan, “Pack your stuff, boy. Don’t forget your cowboy boots You and I are goin’ to Montana!”

The guys in the room whistled and clapped. Evan grinned. He had never experienced an acceptance like this. He had never felt so great in his life.

Robby, the last guy to get initiated, had watched what Spike had done to Evan. So Robby felt very uneasy about what would happen to him—especially because he would have to face Tarzan, the group’s tallest and most muscular guy. Tarzan’s imposing physique would intimidate just about any male—gay or straight. His longish, reddish-blond hair also contributed to his imposing appearance.

But when Robby actually faced Tarzan on the mat, everything seemed to change. Yes, Robby had wrestled guys bigger than himself before, but no one with the height and muscular advantage of Tarzan. The stud towered over the average guy and could easily make anyone cower in his presence. Because of this, it became common for him to show-off his fantastic body to other males. He wanted respect, and he always got it.

Robby had two initial reactions to Tarzan. First, he wanted to physically touch the stud—a reaction shared by many people when they saw him. His body drew one’s eyes like a powerful magnet. But now, given the rare opportunity to actually touch the naked guy, Robby also feared what that touching might lead to. After all, he knew that Tarzan could easily demolish him, which had happened to a lot of guys who had wrestled him.

However, Robby’s apprehension largely disappeared when Tarzan motioned for him to step forward. Instead of immediately putting some severe wrestling hold on the guy, Tarzan introduced himself with a warm handshake. Then, he gently pulled Robby into a tender embrace—something that Robby and everyone else in the room never expected. Robby put his arms around Tarzan and kissed his chest, grateful for the stud’s affection.

Tarzan smiled and kept embracing Robby for much longer than usual. The observing guys had never seen Tarzan behave this tenderly toward a stranger. He usually enjoyed tying up a guy in an excruciating submission hold and not letting go until the guy screamed out a series of loud submissions. Even then he might switch to another hold, just to watch the guy continue to suffer—and enjoy it.

But as Tarzan affectionately hugged the guy, the muscle-stud lowered his hands to Robby’s butt. He fanned out his fingers around Robby’s round boy-cakes, one hand on each of them. Robby sighed, consumed by the pleasure of Tarzan’s touch. Soon Robby felt a finger on his ass hole. He gasped as the middle finger of Tarzan’s left-hand began nudging it and easing itself into his ass. But it took some time for the long finger to fully insert itself into the young ass. Robby groaned and held Tarzan tighter. The youth felt Tarzan’s finger investigating his hole and filling it with pleasure. He clutched Tarzan, never wanting to let go of the stud. He soon lost track of time.

Tarzan gradually moved to Robby’s right side, keeping the finger deeply imbedded in the youth’s ass. The stud held Robby against him by wrapping his right arm across the front of Robby’s waist. The youth loved it. His shaft began to feel super-charged, alive with new sensations of pleasure. The fingers of Tarzan’s right hand found his tingling cockhead. In Robby’s dreamy, distracted state, he could not tell exactly when that first happened, but he sighed as the fingers had fun checking out his shaft. Sometimes the fingers applied little squeezes or pulls. And sometimes they simply held the cock, captivated by its heat and incredible tightness.

“Nice,” whispered Tarzan into Robby’s ear.

Then Tarzan lowered his right hand onto Robby’s ballsack. Tarzan first teased the testicles, tickling one, then the other, making them jump in excitement. He tried out some light strokes and squeezes on each one. He also enjoyed holding the youth’s balls for a long time—as if sensing something private within the testicles yhat only Robby had known about until now.

“I love these boys,” said Tarzan quietly.

He started to put slow-motion stretches on the sack. The stud gradually pulled it in ways that Robby had never tried before on himself. At first the youth flinched in fear, but after Tarzan repeated the pulls more times, Robby became less concerned and accepted them. Yet the stud intended this as only a prep for another move that he especially wanted to try out on the balls—one that would also test the youth’s raw courage.

Tarzan began to put a slow twist on the sack. Most guys would immediately submit at that point. But Robby respected Tarzan way too much to quit. So the stud kept twisting the balls to the left. The youth clenched his fists. His respiration increased. Tarzan forced the sack as far to the left as he could, then slowly twisted it in the opposite direction. He kept twisting it back-and-forth again and again.

To the guys watching this, the move definitely looked scary. Tarzan grinned as he performed the eye-popping maneuver. But Robby felt very little pain. To him it seemed more like a carefully executed, slow-moving training session for his balls. In time the youth learned how to handle it. More and more observers huddled around him. As they watched Robby, they began to both envy and admire him.

Many admired him because each wished himself as Tarzan’s wrestling “toy.” But they also knew that in wrestling and in sex, the stud always chose his partner very carefully, rather than jumping on every handsome youth who approached him.

Others envied Robby because of his willingness to give his body to the intimidating stud. But the kid—unlike other guys—had already formed a trust in Tarzan and the stud could feel it. Robby had no obvious reason for doing so, yet from Robby’s first physical contact with Tarzan, he sensed an overpowering emotion he couldn’t explain. Did he feel fear? Or awe? Or love? He only knew that he craved having a close physical contact with the stud, no matter what Tarzan did to him. But for the guys watching, most of them cringed. Each wondered if his own balls could survive a challenge like that. But Robby didn’t submit. In fact, he spread his legs wider to show his bravery.

Tarzan felt strongly drawn to Robby as well. In fact, Tarzan’s attraction came faster than Robby’s. He didn’t have to build up to it. He immediately wanted the kid, body and soul. Tarzan would dramatically communicate that to Robby in the way he knew best—by locking him in extreme, long-duration wrestling holds that offered no escape, while at the same time producing the maximum amount of pleasure for both guys.

Tarzan continued working on Robby’s balls with no pauses. Robby’s already hard cock became more rigid. At the same time, Tarzan’s finger kept investigating and pleasuring Robby’s butthole. The youth remained motionless, feeling powerless and at the same time feeling sexually more powerful than ever. Tarzan’s obsession with Robby grew.

Tarzan started to apply a slow, constant downward pressure on the balls—enough to make the youth’s legs slowly weaken. The sack-pull forced Robby to the mat on his knees, with the stud’s left finger still in his ass. Tarzan smiled, sitting alongside him on one knee. He had left Robby with no defense—only with the guts to continue. Tarzan kissed the side of Robby’s neck. That at least showed the kid some encouragement to persevere.

At last, Tarzan removed his finger from the ass hole. Robby sighed in relief. That arm then moved around his waist to ensure that Robby didn’t move. Tarzan unhooked his right hand claw-hold on the balls and placed the hand comfortably around Robby’s wide, semi-hard shaft.

Robby gasped as the hand flooded it with pleasure—without moving at all. The hand’s mere presence on the cock seemed to generate a tremendous excitement within it. After a moment, Tarzan tightened his grip somewhat, but not hard enough to create pain, just more pleasure. Robby began to succumb to the feeling.

Tarzan moved the shaft in a way that no one else, including Robby himself, had ever done before. He gradually forced the sex muscle away from Robby’s gut. The cock increasingly resisted Tarzan’s pull as the stud kept bending the muscle forward. Robby’s mouth opened as his cock strained under the pressure of Tarzan’s hand. Soon Tarzan held the shaft horizontally, but the stud didn’t stop there. He slowly kept pulling the tool lower.

Robby looked afraid, not knowing how far Tarzan intended to go. The hold on his cock reminded him of a painful arm lock, where a wrestler would wrench an opponent’s arm backward into such an unnatural position that most guys couldn’t tolerate it for very long. At some point Robby could no longer look down to see where Tarzan had taken his rod. On the other hand, he couldn’t bring himself to submit—he seemed addicted to the feel of Tarzan’s incredible strength.

But at last Tarzan began to reverse his downward pull and slowly allow the cock to return to its upright position. Robby felt relieved. Yet Tarzan began to force the shaft down again at the same, slow pace as before. Robby grunted, forced to endure the long pull-down a second time. And a third time. And a fourth.

Tarzan obviously liked to flaunt his complete control. He kept at work, slowly compelling the shaft to move wherever he wanted to take it. Robby started to accept Tarzan’s slow-motion cock bends. More importantly, the shaft began to accept Tarzan’s moves as well. Pleasure began to tantalize the inside of the shaft, then slowly crawl up it. Robby gasped as ecstasy began to dominate the shaft. The urge to ejaculate became steadily more powerful. But Tarzan made the guy wait for it with endlessly-long downward pulls and squeezes.

The stud finally held Robby’s shaft steady in a horizontal position, tingling with desire. Suddenly he applied a crushing hold on the sex muscle. Robby shouted and gripped Tarzan’s bulging thigh muscles. Pleasure consumed him. His entire body stiffened. A few seconds later, sperm began to shoot out of the long cock. Robby yelled as Tarzan’s hand extracted his hot, man-juice—load after load of it.

Robby’s hefty cum shots and pleasure-screams caused some of the spectators to erupt as well. Tarzan’s grip continued. His squeeze kept bringing up Robby’s cum without jacking the cock or using any other movement. As long as Tarzan squeezed, the sperm reacted, paralyzing Robby and slowly draining the guy of every drop.

“How many times can you cum in a night?” asked Tarzan, releasing the cock.

“I dunno,” answered Robby, dazed and weakened.

“We’re gonna find out tonight,” whispered Tarzan.

The stud grabbed the cock again and reapplied his potent squeeze. Tarzan held the guy tightly as Robby screamed louder trying to fight off the male-killing pleasure. One minute passed, then two minutes. Then as before, Robby’s cock again erupted, throwing huge amounts of cum into the dark air.

Afterward Tarzan let Robby fall onto the mat, still twitching in pleasure spasms. Giving Robby no time to recover, Tarzan put the weakened youth into one tight submission hold after another. He worked on the guy’s spine with a long camel clutch, sitting his butt on Robby’s lower back. He locked his hands together across Robby’s mouth and wrenched the guy’s head backward as far as possible. Robby tried to scream, but his closed mouth prevented Tarzan and anyone else from hearing it.

Next, Tarzan continued working on Robby’s back by releasing the camel clutch, swiveling around and locking him in a single-leg Boston crab variation. He sat up over the guy’s back and used the leg to pull Robby off the mat a few inches. Tarzan loved applying this hold. He wrenched the leg backward farther than most wrestlers did with that hold. Not only did this apply tremendous spinal pressure—it put the guy’s naked cock and balls on full display.

Tarzan held Robby’s back-bent lower leg in place by locking it in his crotch. That gave the stud two free hands to use any way he wished. He lightly slapped the imprisoned thigh with a hand. But mostly Tarzan wanted more contact with Robby’s balls. He took hold of them again, feeling and massaging them for a long time. Robby groaned, unable to get out of the extreme leg crab—although that didn’t cause most of his groaning. He loved Tarzan’s ball-play.

The stud did have fun with the balls. Keeping Robby locked in his single-leg crab, Tarzan started to play “grab” with the big, hard nuts. He loved grabbing and releasing them over and over—something he had wanted to do to a defenseless partner for years, a guy who could take it and who also wanted his masculinity captured countless times that way.

Robby screamed, but the screams—as everybody in the room could tell—meant shouts of ecstasy. To them, Robby could have instead yelled “squeeze ‘em again!” Tarzan did so. The kid’s screams drew more observers. But the following move excited them even more. Tarzan reached back, grasped Robby’s long cock and wrenched it away from his crotch, toward the nearby guys watching the kid’s initiation. Robby yelled as the stud crabbed and squeezed it. H also repeatedly pulled on the sex muscle—sometimes slowly and sometimes faster.

After those spine-busting and cock-busting holds, Tarzan let Robby fall to the mat on his stomach. Robby lay there, out of strength, breathing heavily and trying to recover. After a pause, Tarzan rolled him onto his back and gazed at the kid’s hunky physique. Tarzan plopped down on Robby’s chest, facing him as he sat on his folded legs. He held up his muscular arms and flexed them for the youth. Even though Robby knew he could never defeat Tarzan, the kid did get to view the stud’s gigantic balls and towering cock up close—a view that most guys never got to experience.

After flexing, Tarzan lowered his arms and tickled both of Robby’s tits. Then without warning he squeezed into them. The kid screeched but didn’t try to pull the fingers away, as most guys would do.

“Yeah,” said Tarzan, twisting the tits occasionally.

Robby kept yelling in pain. But as he suffered, the kid looked up at Tarzan’s tall, twitching shaft. It looked beautiful to him and that almost compensated for the pain he felt. Yet Tarzan followed that with a simple hold that would make almost any guys submit—even accomplished wrestlers. He locked each hand inside Robby armpits and squeezed. The kid jerked and screamed as though a knife had sliced into the sensitive skin.

Tarzan leaned forward and put his forehead against Robby’s. The youth’s eyes opened wide in terror as the stud’s fingertips dug into the pit-flesh.

“I know this hurts,” whispered Tarzan, almost sympathetically. “But don’t submit to it.”

The double-pit claw holds produced a pain so sharp that tears immediately appeared in the kid’s eyes. But he kept repeating to himself, “don’t submit, don’t submit!”

“Fight the pain,” whispered Tarzan.

As tears of agony ran down the sides of his face, Robby still screamed but didn’t give up. It became the hardest thing he ever had to deal with, mostly because he really wanted Tarzan and would do anything to have him.

With their foreheads pressed together, the guys also groaned together—Robby from the pain and Tarzan from the exhilaration of causing it. The stud finally released his pit claws, sat back again on Robby’s chest and smiled down at the kid.

“You have guts, Rob.”

The youth smiled back. He liked Tarzan calling him “Rob.” It sounded more mature to him than “Robby.”

Tarzan brought his thighs against the sides of the kid’s neck and squeezed. The kid liked it because that put Tarzan’s ballsack up against his chin. He loved feeling the large, stiff ovals pressing against him. Robby opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the room became dark.

A moment later, many questions raced through his mind. Had he suddenly fallen asleep after his exhausting ordeal with Tarzan? Did the stud choke him out? If so, had he just for a short time or for much longer? Tarzan had certainly drained all the energy—and cum—from his body. Or had he dreamed the whole thing?

To add to his confusion, Robby had no idea how much time had passed since he first entered the Body Shop. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he did manage to see a guy on the other side of the room snuffing out the last candle. Now, lying on the mat in complete darkness, he realized that the room had become silent. Had all the other guys left? He remained motionless, unable to move an arm or leg.

But then he heard some faint sounds. Although he could see nothing, the guys had not left the room. They had apparently stretched out on the adjoining mats, huddling close together in silence. After a moment, someone threw several big blankets on top of Robby and the others. That guy, whoever had thrown the blankets, didn’t speak but afterward crawled under the blankets joining the other guys.

Robby still heard very little, but under the blankets, arms, legs and naked bodies locked together. Hands, mouths and cocks found balls and asses. It finally dawned on Robby that few, or maybe none, of the guys had planned to leave that night. As Robby thought about it, that idea seemed sensible to him. After all, why should they leave? In this room they had everything they wanted.

Finally he heard a few isolated, quiet words from some of the guys—like “Montana” and “horse” and “tough”—or had he dreamed those too? On the other hand, he heard sounds like moans and kisses that he knew he had not imagined. Sometimes he also heard faint giggles. Robby didn’t know which guy said what, but he still liked hearing those sounds in the darkness.

Then he felt a hand on his chest—Tarzan’s. The hand started to fondle his tits. Lying beside Robby on his back, the stud stroked his exhausted wrestling partner. “You awake Rob?” said Tarzan. Robby couldn’t see him, but he could feel the stud’s body and hear his whispers.

“Yeah,” whispered Robby. “Did you put me out?”

Tarzan pulled him closer. “Yes. I also took more of your cum. I couldn’t resist!”

Robby turned onto his side and put an arm across the stud’s chest. His hand stroked it, then felt the hard, raised nipples. Tarzan didn’t move or utter a sound. Robby moved his hand lower, sliding it onto Tarzan’s gut and his well-developed six-pack. It surprised him that Tarzan didn’t make a move to stop him. Believing that he probably would never have another chance like this again, the kid found Tarzan’s cock and held it between his fingers.

The cock seemed to reach out to him. Tarzan gasped as though a potent force had captured him, even though Robby applied very little pressure. The kid continued to hold the giant. He couldn’t stop his fingers from feeling as much of it as they could. Robby let the side of his head rest on Tarzan’s chest, facing the stud’s cock. He couldn’t believe that Tarzan lay under him on his back—as though he had pinned the stud. Robby never expected that.

Tarzan put a hand on one of Robby’s round butt-cheeks and kept it there. Feeling the stud’s large hand on his ass really excited him. And when its splayed fingers started to slowly slide back-and-forth, caressing the tight, young ass, Robby groaned quietly as he felt the warmth.

Robby took another chance. He moved his hand onto the stud’s huge ballsack. His eyes had admired it earlier, but now under the blanket, the opportunity to feel it became another unexpected and wondrous opportunity for him. Robby examined each giant oval with the utmost care. Again, Tarzan didn’t try to stop him. The huge testicles seemed to stiffen further in the kid’s hand. Tarzan groaned almost silently in the pleasure of Robby’s touch.

“Shit,” said Robby softly, shocked at the size and hardness of the balls.

Robby tried out a few light squeezes on each testicle to see how Tarzan would react.

The big-balled stud held Robby tighter. “They’re yours now. You earned it. Do anything you want to with ‘em,” said Tarzan.

Robby thought he must have dreamed those words. He had always wanted to do extended play with some guy’s balls—although he never imagined he’d have the chance to do that with ‘nads as huge as Tarzan’s. He started to put more squeezes on them. The testicles reacted by expanding and tightening in his hand, as though behaving like adolescents showing off for the kid.

The words “they’re yours now” kept echoing in his mind. Those words meant a lot to Robby. But one thing still bothered him. “Did I pass my initiation?”

“Sure,” said Tarzan in a deep, quiet voice. “But you also passed something more important than that. You passed my test. And you did that the minute you walked into the room.” He waited a moment then added, “I want you, man,” in a sexy whisper. “You’re the one.”

Robby didn’t know what to say. At first he acted as though in shock. He took a moment to make sure he had heard correctly.

“I’m serious,” said Tarzan. He leaned over and kissed the guy.

Robby smiled. He moved Tarzan’s balls around lovingly with his fingers.

“Rob, you can play with my balls and my cock anytime you want, any place.”

A shiver of excitement zapped through Robby’s body. The trembling kid kissed Tarzan’s gut. “I…..I want you, too. I’m yours, man.”

Tarzan patted and stroked Robby’s butt. “Yes, sir! And you’re never gonna get away from me.”

Robby felt Tarzan’s huge shaft lift itself, begging to get touched. Robby put a hand around it. Tarzan groaned in a sexy whisper—something few guys had ever heard from him. During Robby’s initiation, Tarzan’s cock had remained steadfastly upright, but now in the kid’s hand it transformed into a raging rocket ready to take off. Robby could feel its intensity. He couldn’t resist the urge to put it in his mouth. When he did, Tarzan’s body reacted in a powerful spasm.

Robby heard him gasp in an erotic voice. “Don’t move your tongue….make me your slave…..”

The kid tried to understand what Tarzan meant. He kept his tongue pressed tightly against the shaft—firmly enough so that he could feel Tarzan’s heartbeat in it. Did Tarzan mean that if Robby used the right moves he could actually make the stud his slave? That sounded hard to believe. Nevertheless, Tarzan had said it: he wanted the kid to dominate him sexually. Tarzan never let a guy out-wrestle him—and certainly not defeat him in terms of sex. Then why had the stud said he wanted to become Robby’s slave? And what would the kid have to do to make that happen?

Robby had thought of the right questions. Above all, Tarzan wanted the kid to extend his pleasure for as long as possible. Robby would try to do that—but how? He definitely couldn’t defeat Tarzan through wrestling.

As the kid firmly held the top half of the cock in his mouth, Tarzan sighed and spread his legs wider. Robby wanted to prevent the stud from having a sudden orgasm. So he decided that if the pulsing inside Tarzan’s cock grew much stronger, he would back off at times so the guy wouldn’t cum. He also guessed that Tarzan’s huge balls could hold a massive amount of sperm, and he hoped that he wouldn’t gag when it exploded into him.

The kid’s hand returned to Tarzan’s balls. They seemed to draw his hand to them. Robby had fun handling the firm ovals. Robby could tell by Tarzan’s gasping reactions that he really loved it. The stud’s tool loved it as well. Its cockhole opened, though Robby couldn’t see it in the darkness. Through the stiff hole a narrow stream of man-fluid began to emerge.

It flowed down the long shaft and onto Robby’s tongue. Tarzan grunted, feeling the lubricating liquid do its work. The rod tried to jump inside Robby’s mouth. But Robby held it steady with his tongue—like a wrestler keeping his opponent’s shoulder pinned to mat. The flow became steady, bathing the cock in more and more of the stud’s man-lube. Robby finally downed a mouthful of the silvery liquid.

“Oh yeah,” groaned Tarzan when he heard the kid swallow it.

Keeping Tarzan’s cock in his mouth, Robby moved himself slightly, making his body parallel with the stud’s—lying on him in a kind of sixty-nine position.

As stud-fluid continued flowing into his mouth, Robby brought both hands onto Tarzan’s ballsack. He held the left ball with his left hand, the right one with his right, and locked his two thumbs together around the base of the shaft. Now he truly had the stud where it counted the most. Tarzan groaned once more as Robby tightened his fingers around the gigantic testicles. The balls tried to move upward many times, but Robby kept them held down—like his tongue’s hold on the restless cock.

Tarzan groaned louder as his warm shaft tightened to hot steel. He lifted his arms and coiled them around Robby—like a reverse bear hug applied from underneath the kid. Except in this case, Tarzan didn’t intend to squeeze out a submission: he wanted to keep the kid from moving off of him.

Robby felt the balls use all their strength to force themselves higher. But the kid didn’t allow it. Tarzan’s muscles stiffened, as did his balls. The stud gasped as pleasure consumed him.

“You’re gonna get me,” he announced quietly. Tarzan uttered a whispered scream as his sperm escaped from the tethered testicles and shot up his shaft. Robby groaned in the joy of feeling it explode inside his eager mouth. The kid expected maybe four or five shots, but Tarzan contributed twice that many—each one delivered with an exceptional burst of power.

Robby swallowed every burst, making the enormous ‘nads work overtime to give him the soul of Tarzan’s masculinity. The kid didn’t miss a drop during the long orgasm. He kept the jumpy shaft in his mouth for a many minutes, catching every spurt, no matter how small. When he finally freed the muscle, he inhaled several big breaths.

“That was amazing,” he whispered under the blanket, still holding the balls.

“Get me again,” said Tarzan quietly.

“You sure?” answered Robby. “You shot a bunch!”

“Yeah, I need more, man—as long as you get me.”

“Ill never turn down an offer like that!” said the kid. He noted that Tarzan’s balls seemed just as hard as before, as if nothing had happened. They pushed harder against his hands—either trying to get released from Robby’s two-handed squeeze, or trying to beg the hands to increase their pressure. The kid didn’t have to think about it: he put more muscle into his double grip. That brought a long pleasure gasp from Tarzan.

Robby could almost feel the sperm expanding inside the balls. Tarzan spread his legs wider still. He then lifted his ass off the mat, straining from the power of Robby’s squeeze. After a moment, the stud-ass slowly sank back to the mat. But soon Tarzan raised himself once more, as if his balls had demanded it. Using all his strength, the stud tried to maintain that position. Although a valiant effort, his legs began to fail him, one muscle at a time. The stud’s ass slowly lowered until it finally kissed the mat.

The kid took the huge shaft in his mouth again. Instantly Tarzan whispered a sexy and sustained cry. He tried to lift his ass once more, but couldn’t manage it. The weakened stud became virtually helpless. The kid had sapped any remaining strength out of him—like a slave succumbing to a form of torture so strong that even a muscular body like Tarzan’s had no power to fight it.

Without Robby moving his tongue—and without him moving his hands around the tight testicle grips—more pre-cum leaked out of the stud’s cock. Tarzan opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t. He held Robby closer, drowning in the pleasure he had always sought, but rarely achieved. Sure, many guys he wrestled wanted him sexually, but only Robby had succeeded in producing Tarzan’s ultimate pleasure.

The stud gasped as his cum prepared to rush up his cock. Instead, the sex fluid seemed to hover in the shaft—or maybe it rose so slowly that for Tarzan it appeared to stop. Whatever the case, it produced such a prolonged passion in him that he clutched Robby with a desire he had never known before. The stud’s fiery cock swelled in Robby’s mouth, as if it would explode at any second. But it didn’t. Yet the paralytic pleasure kept going. In fact, it lasted so long that it nearly made Tarzan black out. Possibly he actually did, because afterward the stud could not remember how long Robby had kept him trapped in that spellbound state.

The kid moaned as the stud’s cock finally erupted, shooting cum down his throat. Robby guessed that he probably swallowed more shots of sperm this time than during the first orgasm. It took the stud some time until Robby had fully emptied him. Then followed many dry spasms of pleasure.

Robby at last opened his mouth and released the cock. He also opened his hands and let the huge, stiff ovals hang free. The kid swung his body around so that the two guys met face-to face, even though in the darkness they couldn’t see each other. Both guys spontaneously hugged and kissed under the cozy blankets. Tarzan surprised Robby with kisses so intense that each one seemed like a submission hold.

Many of the others in the room did the same with their partners. But Robby and Tarzan became so absorbed with each other that they didn’t hear the sounds of the other guys only a few feet away from them. The two only heard and felt each other.

Robby moved himself lower, between the stud’s athletic legs. He took time to examine each one of the stud’s granite-like gonads.

He gasped in awe as he felt them already bulging with a fresh infusion of what made Tarzan a stud. The kid wondered how many consecutive orgasms it would take to truly wipe out all the energy within the unconquerable wrestler. Robby intended to find out. He tightened his grips on the balls. Tarzan gasped.

“I’m gonna be sorry to see this night end,” said Robby. He licked the stud’s cock and put it in his mouth.

Tarzan groaned. “Rob, for you and I, it’s never gonna end….”

(end)