Coming Attractions

Two guys—“Doubles” as they’re known today—fought their way against the mass of bodies surging along the walk. Suddenly Dru stopped.

“What’s wrong?” asked his young friend. Then he realized that his buddy was staring at someone in the crowd, far to the right.

“Tag! Over Here!” yelled Dru.

A tall guy with shoulder-length blond hair turned his head, grinned and pushed toward the two. He wore a black leather jacket and tight, black jeans. When he reached Dru, he immediately picked up the handsome, dark-haired guy in a big bear hug. He also slapped both hands onto Dru’s buns and squeezed.

“Hey buddy, how ya doin’?”

“Great! I haven’t seen you in a long time—far too long!” replied Dru.

The tall stud lowered Dru and almost immediately hooked a hand into the crotch of Dru’s thin, white jeans. Dru smiled, feeling his balls handled by one of his best friends.

“I still like ‘em!” said Tag.

The handsome guy then widened his stance, inviting Dru to do the same to Tag’s balls—the usual greeting among “Doubles.” Dru reciprocated, putting a hand in Tag’s crotch and checking the guy’s nuts.

“How do ya keep ‘em so hard?” asked Dru, giving the nuts a stronger squeeze.

Tag looked at Jade and smiled. “Who’s your little hunk?”

“Tag, meet my best bud, Jade.”

The youth slowly stretched out his hand toward Tag’s crotch. He wasn’t afraid to give Tag the “Doubles” greeting: he was simply awestruck as he gazed at the guy’s exceptional build, perfectly chiseled face and captivating blue eyes. An exciting chill ignited him as he held Tag’s balls. That wonderful moment seemed to last forever. But an even greater moment followed, when Tag fondled HIS balls.

“You know how to pick ‘em, Dru—he’s got it!” said Tag. He even gave the kid’s rapidly hardening penis a rub.

Many people in the crowd passed the three as they hurried by. Some were annoyed at having to steer around them. Others winked, probably envious of Jade. After all, acceptance and respect had become the hallmarks of the twenty-second century. “Doubles” were thought of no differ­ently than “Mixed” couples (males and females) or for that matter, “Triples.”

“Are you living in the city now?” Dru asked Tag.

“No. I’m just here until tomorrow.”

“What rotten luck! We’re heading to my flat for a while—wanna join us?”

“Yeah, as long as I leave by R57.”

When they arrived at Dru’s place—a typical one room layout sectioned off with several waist-high dividers—the guys removed their jackets and went into the lounge area. They stretched out on the spongy fiberfloor. The calming heat that radiated through it had them refreshed and relaxed in no time.

“How long have you guys known each other?” asked Jade.

“Quite a while,” said Tag. “We met at school.”

“On the wrestling mat,” added Dru. “Tag’s whole life is wrestling. You and Jade oughta connect, because Jade’s the same way—he loves wrestling.”

Tag grinned at the young hunk and crawled behind him. “I sorta thought so,” the wrestler remarked. His arms snaked around Jade’s neck, enveloping him in a sleeper-like hold. Tag made no attempt to apply much pressure, and Jade made attempt to escape. It was more of an on-going, friendly hug. Jade loved it. He called that kind of thing an “embrace hold.” He leaned back against the stud’s chest, loving every moment of it.

“I think we’re buddies already,” smiled Tag. He locked his strong legs around Jade’s waist, ensuring that the kid couldn’t get away.

“Tag’s won a lot of wrestling awards,” Dru explained to Jade. “He was even in the “Platforms” for a while.”

Jade’s eyes opened wide. “The Platforms? Really?”

This information made Tag an instant celebrity to Jade, a hero. The Plat­forms had a huge following, both as sport and entertainment. They were viewed by many guys as the ultimate test of strength and sheer guts. If you were in the Platforms, you were a real man. The official wrestling company was called “Male-Only Plat­form Submissions”—M.O.P.S. for short. But to many spectators, the common label was “Male Organ Platform Submissions,” which more accurately described the kind of fights during those matchups.

“That’s where I’m takin’ Jade tonight—to see his first Platform matches. We have two front-row tickets.” Dru paused. “Hey, come along with us! Those wrestlers aren’t in the city very often.”

“Sorry, won’t be able to,” Tag said to Dru. “But maybe I can meet you guys later. Then my little buddy here can give me his reactions to the sexy hunks he saw!” Tag’s legs squeezed Jade tighter a few times, making the kid moan slightly but also smile broadly at the same time. “Does Jade know what the Platform wrestlers do to each other? Is he prepared for it?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” answered the kid. Just thinking about Platform wrestling holds always made Jade’s cock jump.

“I think he’ll be fine,” remarked Dru, glancing at Jade’s crotch. “Check out his rod!”

Tag did so. Keeping Jade’s head trapped with one arm, Tag moved his other arm onto the front of his jeans. He felt Jade’s hard cock from top and bottom. The muscle was already primed and set for action.

Dru smiled as he watched the stud open Jade’s jeans. “You’re in for it now, buddy,” he joked to Jade. The kid had no idea what Tag might do next, but he didn’t care—simply having Tag touch him made the youth feel overwhelmingly horny.

Tag slipped his hand under the kid’s brief and held his rod lovingly. “Great cock, boy,” said Tag to Jade. The wrestler gave it a long inspection, causing pre-cum to slowly leak out of the aroused tool.

“Show him your fast way to get a guy’s juice pumpin’,” said Dru.

Jade’s muscles tightened as Tag applied his “Heavenly persuader.” The kid gasped. Almost immediately he felt a strong urge to shoot off. “Shit! What are ya doin’ to it?” asked Jade, shocked at the powerful impact of the mystery hold. His rod pulsed frantically in Tag’s hand. A few seconds later, the kid’s cream shot up through the pulsing cock. His body shook as hot juice exploded into his brief.

Dru threw the kid a towel.

Jade looked at Tag in amazement. “How did you get me so fast!”

“My secret, kid. When you’re trying for Platform points, you learn the best, and sexiest, ways to conquer an opponent!” He kept his hand around Jade’s hot muscle. “It works every time. I’ll show ya!”

“Ah!” grunted Jade as the tall stud applied the same hold to his cock once more. For an instant Jade tried to move, but his cock already throbbed in pleasure.

“Yeah, do it!” whispered Tag in Jade’s ear.

Groaning in pleasure, the kid knew that his cock would submit to Tag again. The second eruption followed quickly. He gasped as man-juice squirted powerfully from his cock, filling his brief once more.

“You’re a lot of fun, kid—I can steal your sperm anytime I wish!” said Tag, crawling beside the out-of-breath kid. Tag rested a hand on Jade’s thigh. “How about one more?” asked the wrestler.

“I think so,” said Jade, grinning.

Dru settled back to watch his buddy submit Jade again. This time Tag stripped Jade naked, then straddled one of the kid’s legs on his knees. The stud spread Jade’s legs, giving him a full view of the kid’s incredibly massive sack. First, Tag held the stiff nuts in his hand. “Very nice. I can feel their heat.” Tag smiled as his fingers feasted on their power. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” replied Jade.

The stud clamped into his balls showing little hesitation. Jade tolerated, even liked, ball squeezes. Dru and a bunch of other guys had done that to him lots of times. Aside from its popularity in the Platform matches, this hold—and also the cock crush—was becoming increasingly common with both amateur and pro wrestlers. But Jade braced himself anyway, figuring that Tag would do more than just give his balls a good squeeze.

The stud’s long fingers reached behind the bails to the lowest part of his shaft. They pressed into it, clutching the bottom of the muscle and his hard balls at the same time. The hold was simi­lar to the “persuader,” except that applying it to the extreme bottom of the cock produced a more a powerful reaction in many guys, and a longer period of “pleasure-strain.’

The blond wrestler looked down, watching stiff, straight cock begin to twitch in pre-orgasmic excitement. The acute buildup of pleasure soon had the young hunk gasping loudly.

“Yeah! Shit! Oh yeah!” shouted Jade as he tried to handle the spectacular sensations that Tag had unleashed within him.

The stud grinned as Jade’s body froze in ecstasy. When the orgasm hit, it shook him with an intensity that he never expected. In fact, he still thought about it years later.

Afterward, Tag was full of praise for Jade. “I’d like to see you do some Platform wrestling, kid. You could be a quite a star someday. I’d be happy to train you.” He stood over Jade with legs spread, holding the kid’s cock straight up. “Deal?”

“Deal! When do we start my training?” said Jade, eagerly.

“As soon as I can—I promise,” Tag replied, giving the kid’s cock some slow, buddy-pulls. “Have a good time tonight, sport,” he said.

Although no one under sixteen was allowed to attend MOPS matches, that rule had minimal en­forcement. Lots of younger guys found ways to get in, and many more had access to recorded material that featured close-ups of all the best holds. As a result, large numbers of young males were ex­perimenting with Platform holds. They were common not only when guys wrestled privately, but also wherever horsing-around in public took place.

Understanding how the official matches were scored, however, was not as common. As Dru and Jade walked into the arena, Dru reviewed the scoring for him. Using one or more fingers of a hand to press into the balls, cock or butthole, was worth one point (two points if both hands were used). Applying a sustained hold on a wrestler’s balls or cock was worth three points (four for both hands). Making an opponent climax was worth six points, which produced a pause in the match—or ended the match if the loser could not continue. Punching, and use of holds on other body parts, was permitted, but fewer points were awarded, and most matches could not be easily won that way.

The guys wrestled nearly naked. The only gear employed was the “strap,” a regulation sock-like piece that covered only the balls and rod. It became a MOPS symbol. Although created especially for Platform wrestlers, straps could be purchased by any guy and were extremely popular. They were made of a disposable, stretchy material that fit the balls and cock snugly. Every strap had an elastic band that looped under the ball sack, around the rod, and was snapped shut. The strap pulled the balls forward, making a noticeable bulge in a guy’s pants. Its unique design always kept the rod upright, encasing it like a condom. Actually, many guys wore the strap in place of a condom, brief of jockstrap.

After an orgasm took place in a MOPS match, the management turned off the overhead lights temporarily, while one of the young assistants, called “juice boys,” raced out to put a fresh strap on the wrestler. MOPS events were naturally wrestling exhibitions featuring outstandingly handsome males. But the major goal was to see which guy had the greatest energy and sexual endurance. Holds that could make a guy climax were the preferred ones, and the wrestler who succeeded in this had a better chance to win.

When Dru and Jade arrived at the arena, long lines had already formed outside the building. As Jade stood behind Dru waiting for the doors to open, he scanned people in the other lines. They all appeared to be doubles, mostly young. Jade had a good time observing their actions. Many were feeling the crotch bulges of guys standing in front or behind them. He heard lots of laughter and mock threats.

Jade felt a hand on his butt. He turned to see a guy with black, curly hair, dressed in skin-tight white jeans.

“Couldn’t resist,” said the guy.

Jade smiled and turned around again.

The guy put his hands around Jade and found his cock. His fingers started feeling every part of the rod more carefully. “Great tool,” he said to Jade. “Wanna pump it out?”

Jade put his hand on the guy’s arm and tapped it several times, signaling his decline of the offer.

“O.K.,” said the guy. “Maybe some other time.” He gave Jade’s butt a slap..

Jade spent a lot of time staring at Dru’s perfect, rounded ass. He loved having the handsome hunk as his life partner—a guy he could touch, fondle and kiss anywhere. He knew that Dru would always repay him with unlimited affection. His tool grew stiff. Jade put a hand in Dru’s crotch. Dru spread his legs, allowing the kid to hold his full sack. Soon he reached a hand behind him and began caressing his buddy’s cock bulge. He would have made it juice, except that the arena’s doors opened and the lines began to move inside.

Jade had viewed photos of the actual platforms used in the matches, but seeing one in person nevertheless energized him. It was a circular stage that rose from a lower, unseen level. The diameter of the cylinder-shaped Platform was roughly half as big as most other wrestling stages. However, when the Platform lifted the wrestlers into the arena, every spectator had an excellent view of the action. No ropes, posts or other obstructions existed in the hall, so fans could always be sure of having a great view. .

MOPS events made use of the electronic Circular Containment Beam to keep guys on the stage. The CCB stayed invisible unless something touched it. If that happened, a red glow appeared on whatever contacted the beam. The CCB wasn’t dangerous to the body, but caused enough pain to discourage a wrestler from getting too close to the Platform’s edge.

Suddenly the lights went off, except a single one that illuminated the center of the arena. A voice announced the first match. The illuminated stage rose to show two muscular wrestlers ready for combat. Their gorgeous physiques seemed to project into the audience through the strangely filtered light. Wild cheering and applause broke out spontaneously. The guys—called Flex and Thet—stood in the middle of the Platform, while it began its slow, continuous rotation. The two wrestlers had very short, dark hair with narrow waists, broad shoulders and bulging white straps.

A loud tone sounded to start the action. Thet, the taller of the two, immediately sur­prised Flex with a sudden, perfectly executed strike to his balls. But Thet didn’t retract the hand right away. He kept his fingers locked around the sack long enough for the move to be counted as a “press.” Flex dropped to his knees as the score­board recorded the first point of the evening. Thet leaped behind Flex. He put one arm around the guy’s chest, the other between his legs, and picked him up by his balls. Flex screamed as Thet lifted him from the Platform, crushing his nuts. The fans loved it.

The point display now showed Thet ahead four to zero. He threw Flex down onto his

stomach. Thet grabbed the guy’s left ankle and pulled the leg up high, bringing Flex’s body to a nearly vertical, hanging position. He could have turned this into a half-crab, but he didn’t. The hunk simply kept the leg up and started jerking and pulling on it violently. Flex screamed. Everyone could see the pain on his face. He tried to twist himself out of the torturous hold, but failed. Still, Flex would not give up.

Thet finally dropped the wrestler to the stage and rolled him onto his back. He locked the bent legs together and pried them apart. Thet kept prying until he had them pinned to the semi-cushioned flooring of the Platform. He sat down on the trapped thighs and looked at Flex’s wide open crotch—especially his large, erect cock. He held an open hand up to the audience, indicating his next move. The fans knew what he had in mind and loudly urged him to do it. Thet’s hand dove to the waiting cock and gripped it tightly. The fans cheered their approval. Close-up cameras projected the hold on a huge, multidimensional screen located behind, and completely surrounding, the audience.

Thet pulled up on the cock, trying to forcibly stretch it out. He repeatedly nodded his head confidently to the crowd as he pulled on Flex’s cock. Afraid of losing his load, Flex suddenly sat up and drove a fist into Thet’s gut. Thet loosened his hold and Flex escaped by push­ing him over. Thet got to his feet, but Flex slipped behind him and trapped the guy in a half nelson. He wrapped his other arm around Thet’s waist, grabbed the hunk’s upright rod and squeezed. Thet gave out a sustained yell as Flex began working on the big shaft.

The audience went crazy. “Yeah! Milk him good!” someone yelled.

Flex didn’t stop. He knew that Thet was aroused and so started to jackoff his victim. Flex did it forcefully. Soon he had Thet on the verge of an orgasm. The cameras zoomed in. A few seconds later, Thet cried out and everyone got to see the wrestler’s sperm shooting into his nearly transparent strap.

The lights cut out. When they came on again, the wrestlers stood motionless on the stage, ready to go at it once more. Thet’s bulging maleness looked as big as ever, but his strap was new. When the buzzer sounded, Flex used a quick leg-trip to topple the tall hunk. He dropped his bent leg down onto Thet’s back. Locking a hand onto the guy’s chin, he wrenched him into a vicious camel clutch. He jammed the other hand into the wrestler’s crotch. With his head and neck pulled back, Thet couldn’t yell, but it was easy to see his pain. Flex held him there for a long time, grinding away on the hunk’s balls until Thet couldn’t take it anymore. Flailing his arms wildly, Thet sub­mitted.

Flex released him, stood up, and fondled his own balls a few times.

“Finish him off!” shouted a fan.

Flex grinned as the hunk rose to his feet. He stepped behind Thet and put his hands on the guy’s sexy butt. He caressed it, gliding his palms over the smooth, curving cakes. Thet looked relieved, perhaps expecting some serious affection to follow.

But Flex sudden grabbed Thet around the waist with both arms. Flex placed his reverse bear hug very low—low enough for his hands to reach their real goal. Thet let out a deep yell as Flex grabbed his cock with one hand and his nut sack with the other. The spectators heard a more raucous yell when Flex jerked the nuts down. Thet cried out for mercy, but Flex repeated the nut-jerk several times, to the delight of the fans.

“Now you’ve got him!” they shouted. “Finish him! Finish him!”

Flex did. He kept at the cock and nuts until Thet held his hands up in defeat. To add to his victory, Flex ripped off the wrestler’s strap and held his naked, opponent in a full nelson, displaying the defeated body for the crowd’s approval. The arena’s powerful spotlight illuminated the guy’s balls and cock, while the rotating Platform gave every-body the best possible look at the hunk’s maleness. Thet yelled, unable to break free. He also began to feel the hot spotlight zeroing in on his cock, daring it to shoot off. Or was he only imagining that? In any case, his cock began to leap up again and again.

The audience roared, “Do it! Do it!”

Thet’s cock finally yielded to the spectators. The spotlight caught each big burst as it shot from the rod. Flex released his hold. The audience watched the wrestler slowly fall to the Platform on his knees, consumed with both pleasure and defeat. The spectators then spontaneously applauded the loser as they watch his cock gradually release a long stream of its remaining cum. The arena darkened.

The match left Jade’s rod pounding, as well as many cocks other in the arena. Dru felt the rigid tool through the kid’s soft jeans. “I dare you to do it right here,” whispered Dru, putting more muscle into his grip.

“Yeah, soak those jeans,” said the guy sitting on the other side of Jade. “Don’t be shy!”

At the last minute Jade finally managed to pull Dru’s hand away. The stranger next to Jade wanted his own chance at Jade’s rod, but the Platform light went on again, signaling the next event. Jack did allow the stranger to rest a hand on his muscular thigh.

“I’m gonna get you someday, kid!” said the guy.

Jade smiled, trying to settle down again after his near-climax.

“And now,” began the announcer’s voice, “here’s a special match for you. A strong young rookie will challenge an experienced guy you all know: Rullin Wyck versus Tag Dalen.”

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Dru. “It’s Tag!”

Jade at first didn’t believe it, but it was true. The Platform light revealed Tag in all his sexy magnificence—tall, poised, ultra-masculine. His giant balls and long, thick rod seemed too big for the strap he was wearing. The glare of the Platform light prevented Tag from seeing Dru and Jade, but he did recognize their loud voices.

“Hey Tag! Cream that guy!” they yelled.

The guy sitting beside Jade nudged the kid. “You know Tag?”

“Yeah, he’s a friend,” said Jade.

“Are those nuts of his for real?” asked the guy.

“Sure are. I’ve checked them out!” he said proudly.

Rullin began the action by stepping up to Tag and grabbing his throat. Tag tried to break free, but the choke was serious and it oon had Tag gasping. Rullin’s hands were huge. Although slightly shorter than Tag, the guy’s biceps bulged as he continued his stranglehold.

Rullin seized Tag’s cock with his other hand and jerked it downward. He used the rod to pull Tag to his knees. Tag’s face began to turn red from the nasty choke. Rullin gradually pushed Tag down to the stage on his back. Only then did he re­lease the choke, leaving Tag coughing and spitting. Immediately Rullin went after Tag’s cock with both hands. There was a lot of Tag’s cock to wrestle, and soon a painful sneer transformed Tag’s face. Jade could see Tag’s stiff cock under his strap. He looked like he might submit under the power of Rullin’s grip. Rullin grinned triumphantly. Suddenly one of Tag’s legs knifed his opponent’s sides several times. Rullin, caught off guard, had to break his hold. Tag forced him down on his back in a tight body scissors.

Once the stud clamped his iron-like legs around a guy, it was almost impossible for his opponent to escape. Jade had felt some of the power of Tag’s legs only a couple of hours before, so he almost felt sorry for Rullin. The pressure Tag applied made the guy shriek in pain. Rullin tried to pry Tag’s legs apart even slightly, but he couldn’t do it. His cries of frustration were clearly audible over the audience noise—along with Tag’s yells of impending conquest. The blond wrapped a hand around Rullin’s substantial cock. Jade recognized the hold right away as the “per­suader.” Rullin’s cries of agony now merged with occasional cries of pleasure. He attempted to kick out but soon gave up—he was already becoming enslaved by the desire to fire his cum. He spread his legs, thrust his cock upward and yielded his juice to Tag. Nearby audience members shrieked as they saw his hot maleness explode into his strap.

When the lights came on again after the pause, the two wrestlers faced each other on their knees. They locked arms. Rullin muscled Tag down, and the two rolled over several times, coming closer and closer to the edge of the Platform. When they stopped rolling, Tag ended up on his stomach, with Rullin on top of him. Rullin jumped up and grabbed the blond’s right ankle. He raised it high, ripping Tag’s crotch in a murderous, upside-down split. The crowd whistled at the horny sight, but Jade only hoped that his new buddy would escape uninjured.

Rullin really punished Tag with that hold, then threw the leg down to the Platform. He seized the stud’s hair and pulled him up on his knees from behind. Rullin wrapped his left arm around Tag’s neck to hold him steady, then shoved his right hand into Tag’s crotch. He gripped the big ball sack and squeezed. Tag shrieked in pain.

“Shoot!” yelled Rullin. “Or I’ll wreck your nuts!”

Rullin had complete control and he knew it. He grabbed Tag’s cock with his left hand as added incentive. Tag cried out as the wrestler squeezed, pulled and twisted the hot muscle. Rullin worked on the shaft for a long time. After several minutes of wrestling Tag’s cock, Rullin became frustrated. He wanted to win, and he didn’t care how he did it.

“O.K., fucker, you had your chance!” shouted Rullin.

He pulled Tag’s rod toward the audience, parallel with the Platform. The crowd

quickly figured out his plan. The shouts increased to a deafening roar as Rullin forced Tag’s cockhead into the Containment Beam. The stud’s body jerked in pain as the electrified Beam struck his sensitive cock flesh through the thin strap. Rullin moved it out of the Beam briefly, then back into it again. He did that several times, making the audience gasp and Tag shout in pain. .Controlling Tag with his balls, he pushed the stud forward, allowing the Beam to torture the entire rod. He held Tag steady, keeping the cock within the Beam’s glare. Tag screamed in agony. The Beam’s buzzing sound—together with the intense red light illuminating the cock—made many members of the audience cringe.

Tag tried to break away as the Beam’s electrical surge constantly stabbed into his shaft. He grabbed Rullin’s arm, ready to submit. To ensure his victory, Rullin put a power squeeze on Tag’s nuts. Tag’s screams shot through the arena. Using his last bit of strength, Tag threw himself backward. Rullin’s head hit the stage hard. Tag at last escaped the Beam, plus the grip on his balls. The audience clearly supported him with their applause.

After staggering a bit from the ordeal, Tag retaliated. His strong fingers tore into Rullin’s nuts. The rookie shouted in pain as the fingertips gripped the bottom of guy’s sex-shaft as well. Jade knew that hold. It was the one that Tag had used on him earlier—the grip that had produced the incredible orgasm he would never forget. But this time, Tag put more intensity into the hold. Jade saw the rookie weakening from it. Tag’s biceps swelled as he applied more pressure. Rullin contracted every muscle in his body trying to get away, but Tag wanted to make him suffer. To Rullin it felt as though Tag was not wrestling his body, but threatening his very maleness itself.

The hold created an inferno of agony in Rullin’s crotch. His balls swelled from the spasms that raged through them. His cock lengthened, preparing to re­lease a flood of man-cream. His arms and legs became useless. When the orgasm came, it was an explosive one. Rullin let out a gut-scream that gave Jade the shivers. Tag quickly sprawled across the guy’s gut to prevent the cameras from seeing the eruption and stopping the match. He wanted more.

While covering the wrestler, Tag felt Rullin’s cock pounding against his body, trying to pump more juice into the guy’s strap. He loved that feeling. So he kept squeezing the Rullin’s balls and lower shaft, ignoring the guy’s submissive gut-screams. Tag didn’t stop. The longer he wrestled a guy’s deep shaft and balls, the better. He often locked his buddy, Krin, in a milder version of this hold at night in their bed. Krin loved submitting to Tag all night long.

As he thought about Krin, Rullin’s cock jerked. Tag held him down and grinned as the rookie’s rod began squirting juice more juice the strap . The audience couldn’t actually observe the eruptiont, but when Tag stood up, everyone saw the wet strap and cheered. Rullin groaned beneath him, writhing in the pleasure of defeat.

The guy who sat next to Jade seemed excited to learn that the kid was a friend of Tag.

“My name’s Rack,” he said. “I’d sure like to meet Tag. Do you think you could arrange it?”

“Sure,” answered Jade.

Dru told him to meet them in the locker room after the last match of the evening. Rack smiled and squeezed Jade’s thigh.

Later the three guys found Tag and all of them went to Dru’s place to celebrate Tag’s comeback win. They had lots of drinks and boisterous conversa­tion, most of it centering on Tag’s remarkable string of victories. The guys all stripped and sprawled on the warm floor. Rack kidded Tag, claiming that his MOPS successes must have been arranged by him and his many wrestling buddies. “How could any guy be that good?”

“I can put any guy away,” stated Tag. “Even several at once,” he added, maybe too confidently.

Rack didn’t believe him. “Let’s see if you can conquer us!”

The three then jumped on Tag and wrestled the naked stud onto his back. Jade and Dru each sat on an arm, while Rack sat between his legs, facing Tag’s crotch.

Rack grabbed Tag’s huge nuts, holding one in each hand. Dru and Jade watched him slowly press his thumbs into the big balls. Tag cried out as Rack gradually pulled the balls in opposite directions.

“You have tough ones!” said Rack, squeezing the balls harder as he separated them.

Tag screamed again.

“Hey, that’s enough!” yelled Jade.

“Just some ball-huggin’, kid! Get used to it!” said Rack.

But there was something scary in the sound of Tag’s shouts.

“Does he scream the way Rullin did on the Platform tonight?” taunted Rack.

He looked into Tag’s eyes. “Do you remember that scream, Tag? Instead of letting him go, you just had to keep hurtin’ my brother. This is your payback!”

Jade and Dru looked at each other in surprise: he and Rullin are brothers?

Tag yelped in agony. “No! Shit! Stop!”

Tag’s frightening screams made Dru jump up and try to pull Rack off him. Rack did release the balls, but did so in order to immediately nail Dru by plunging a fist way into his stomach. Dru doubled over in pain and collapsed on the floor. Rack jumped on Tag’s chest and applied a gruesome choke/sleeper-hold on Tag’s neck with both hands.

Rack’s cock hung confidently over Tag’s head, ready for anything. Jade threw himself at Rack and attempted to choke him out from behind. Rack tossed the kid aside, as though he were only aa minor annoyance. Rack returned his hands to Tag’s neck to finish him. Jade could see the sleeper taking hold of Tag—his eyes closed and his arms didn’t move. Jade attacked again, this time ramming both of his fists into Rack’s lower back.

Rack cried out in a rage, spun around and plowed his muscular physique headlong into Jade. It nearly knocked the kid unconscious. Landing on his back, Jade knew that he didn’t have the strength or conditioning to launch another attack.

Rack looked down at Jade. “Get ready for some pain, boy!”

The wrestler picked up one of Jade’s legs and hooked both of his own legs around it. He took hold of Jade’s other leg with both arms and pulled the kid into a wide split. Rack lowered his back to the floor and relaxed between the outspread legs. He smiled as he heard Jade’s shouts of pain. Jade tried to sit up and somehow pull himself out of the leg-split, but the stabbing pain in his crotch stopped him.

Rack removed one of his hands from Jade’s leg and closed it around the kid’s soft penis. Jade was surprised that he held it gently, appreciating the feel of the warm dick. Then Rack moved his hand lower and started to lightly stroke and massage the kid’s massive balls—also a surprise. What did he want?

While that took place, Jade felt his penis and balls tightening beyond his control.

“You’re gettin’ hard, kid. Very hard. I think it’s time for you and I to become buddies! If we do, I’ll make your dick and nuts feel good every day. Better yet, with you as my wrestling partner, we could make a great team and defeat lots of guys on the Platform. How about it?”

“Fuck you, man! There’s no way that’s gonna happen!”

Rack didn’t seem surprised. “Once during wrestling practice with my brother, he told me about the most dangerous hold he knew.”

As he spoke, Rack went on with some very pleasurable massaging of Jade’s balls and cock. In a few seconds he had them rock hard. It made the kid feel terrifically good.

Rack continued. “The hold was a nasty testicle squeeze.. Rullin said that when you first put it on a guy, it really hurts. Then a kind of numbness sets in. If the hold continues, the guy’s balls will never be the same again.”

At that point, Tag opened his eyes, but he still found it difficult to move. But he did hear everything Rack said to Jade.

Rack’s touch started to make Jade’s cock spasm. “But if you don’t accept me as a best buddy and team-mate, I’m gonna have to use it on these big, handsome balls of yours. Are you ready to change your mind?”

“Never!” yelled Jade. “Never will I be your partner—no matter what you do to me!”

“Too bad you feel that way, kid. You and I could have been a great team.”

Rack started to slowly push two fingers into Jade’s giant ball sack. The kid felt the fingers reaching into him, deeper and deeper. His body stiffened in fear. Suddenly pain shot into his balls. Jade’s frightening screams quickly brought Tag’s mind into focus.

“Stop!” yelled Tag “Take me instead of Jade!”

“How noble,” replied Rack in disgust.. But as increased the pressure on the kid’s balls, Rack thought about the offer more seriously. The sound of Jade’s screams definitely turned him on. Yet he also wanted to punish Tag for the brother’s humiliation.

Rack unhooked his leg-split on Jade and the testicle hold. Instantly the kid grabbed his balls, crawled over to Dru and embraced him.

Dru tenderly felt reddened sack. “They’re gonna be fine,” he said.

Rack stood up, walked over to the clothes he had discarded on the floor and pulled a handful of expanders from of the back pocket of his jeans. He returned to Tag and sat down beside the still somewhat dazed stud. He held one of the expanders in front of Tag. “I’m gonna put this on you and you’re not gonna resist—otherwise the kid will pay.” Tag nodded his head in agreement.

Like most guys, Tag knew about expanders. He and his friends had used them on each other as adolescents to test their masculinity. But now the expanders had much greater potency. Each one was infused with a closely-guarded formula that gave the wearer an ongoing surge of invigorating, or debilitating, pain. A guy today will often attach one around an upper arm or leg, trying to—at least temporarily—flaunt his toughness. An especially daring guy will secure an expander around his cock or balls, to test his ability to survive its impact. Despite feeling an expander’s pain, on a guy will also feel a compelling urge to ejaculate—if the expander is left on him long enough.

Rack slowly slid the expander down Tag’s cock, right to the bottom. Tag twitched. The skin around his cock tightened. He watched Rack pick up another expander. The stud winced as Rack edged it halfway down his shaft. He had never worn two before. But in a moment Tag lifted his head to Rack holding a third expander between his fingers. He raised his arms in protest, but remembered what Rack would do to Jade if he didn’t cooperate. Tag lowered his arms and head to the floor. Then he felt Rack fitting the expander around the sensitive area just under the top of his shaft.

Rack looked at Jade. “Don’t forget: if resists, I go back to your balls, kid.”

Tag started to groan loudly as the expanders tortured as well as stimulated his long shaft in three places. He began to feel light-headed, but his cock grew more rigid. Rack laid a hand gently on Tag’s chest. Tag noticed that Rack’s attitude seemed to change—as it once did with Jade. Rack now spoke to Tag in a soft, oddly comforting voice.

“If you hadn’t abused my brother, we could have become close friends. I’ve admired you for a long time.”

Tag’s shaft started to lift itself above his gut. His breathing became faster. “No!” he yelled, enraged. He slammed his fists to the floor, realizing that the expanders were going to force an orgasm.

Rack lightly rubbed his hand across Tag’s heaving chest. “They’re gonna take you, stud. Now we’re all gonna get to see how you cock fires its loads.”

They watched as Tag’s cock climbed higher over the muscular physique. Tag cried out in increasing volume. Again and again his tool tried to lift itself higher. Suddenly it spit out a series of six impressive explosions that covered Tag’s chest with warm cum.

Tag groaned and squirmed as Rack picked up some sperm with a hand and tasted it.

Rack smiled, savoring the flavor before he swallowed. He lowered his face above the still-twitching rod and closed his mouth around it. Tag stiffened in pleasure as Rack massaged the cock with his tongue. Almost immediately more sperm fired from the head.

Rack released the rod and grinned. “That’s what you could have had every night.”

Then Rack picked another expander and took time to carefully attach it around Tag’s taut ball sack. Tag raised his upper body off the floor as it began to do its work.

“Please no!” begged the stud.

Rack not only left it there, but he fastened another expander across the sack as well. Dru and Jade couldn’t believe it. Five expanders? How can any guy stand that? “Hang on, buddy,” said Dru. “Please hang on.”

The testicles seemed on fire to Tag. He lifted his ass off the floor, spread his legs and pleaded with Rack to remove the expanders. “You got my cum. That’s what you wanted!”

“Not yet, stud.” Rack placed a hand on Tag’s chest again to calm him down. “You didn’t stop after you forced Rullin to shoot off, and I’m not stopping either.” Rack picked up a third expander and pulled it around Tag’s big balls. The stud’s hope of release quickly evaporated.

Rack put his hand on Tag’s left nipple. He examined it, then pinched it. He did the same to the other nipple—moves he had always to do on Tag, privately. Rack smiled as he watched the stud bridge himself, trying unsuccessfully to overcome the impact of the six expanders. But their prickly, sizzling invasion of his testicles had more control over him than all of his bulging muscles.

“Please man, take ‘em off—they’re hurtin’ my nuts real bad!”

Rack held Tag’s stiff basket in his hand and started to massage the inflamed balls. But that only seemed to make Tag scream louder.

“Look at your cock!” said Rack.

In his agony, Tag gazed at his shaft, which had started to rise above his gut once again. The stud yelled, screamed and struck himself with his fists. Rack finally sat down on him and held his arms against the floor. The shaft lifted itself higher than before, aching to eject his sperm. Tag could hardly control himself.

“After I shoot this time, you gonna release me?” he asked desperately.

“Maybe,” replied Rack.

Tag just about went crazy. Rack pinned Tag securely, pressing his wrists to the floor as he faced the stud’s leaping, raging cock. “Accept it, man. This is a fight you can’t win!”

Dru and Jade watched their buddy’s swollen testicles move under the expanders, as if trying to escape. Rack watched Tag’s cum begin to ooze from the cock hole and slowly fall onto his gut.

Rack saw the big cock prepare for its ultimate, colossal submission. Then he would have his revenge. Nobody juiced his brother on the Platform without paying for it. Not even Tag.

(end)