Friendly Persuasion

Although only in his mid twenties, Rob operated his own fitness facility. Admittedly a small-scale enterprise, it did have at least one advantage for some clients—Rob’s status as a gay bodybuilder. He ran the place with two buddies as hunky as himself, Kurt and Tim. In addition to their work as per­sonal trainers, the three also devoted a lot of their time to wrestling—some­thing they all had a passion for. They worked with guys on all levels of ex­pertise, coaching them before, during and after hours. Rob loved his job and always kept his customers happy. He especially liked working with straight guys that didn’t know about the orientation of his little gym. Sooner or later though, they found out. And if they felt uncomfortable about it, Rob and his buddies had ways of persuading them to change their minds.

Rob’s eyes scanned Jason carefully when he walked into the gym for the first time, accompanied by his girlfriend. The young guy wanted to improve his overall conditioning and particularly leg strength, since he had a rather sedentary job. His super snug Levi’s displayed a very sexy ass, plus a phallus and balls that clearly did not need improvement. Rob immediately tried to imagine what his erect cock might look like, how stiff the large balls might get, and how much cum they could produce. Jason’s girlfriend knew this, of course. Rob decided he would know it, too.

Jason agreed to an initial two-hour session. “I’ll pick you up afterward,” said Melissa. She kissed him and flew out the door.

Rob let Jason wear his Levi’s for the first few exercises, simply because he loved seeing the guy work out in them. As Jason lifted some weights on his back, Rob examined each thigh with his hands, supposedly checking the muscular development. Jason considered this normal procedure, so didn’t question the presence of Rob’s hands extremely close to his crotch. The hands stayed in that area, doing more massaging than examining. A couple of times they “mistakenly” nudged the balls, but Jason, pre-occupied with lifting, gave no reaction. Rob gazed at the bulging shapes in the guy’s crotch-tight Levi’s. He wanted to lock his hands onto them and squeeze. He’d done that before with straight guys, and occasionally found one who liked it enough to cum. Some­how, making a guy shoot inside his jeans gave Rob a terrific thrill. He could have tried it with Jason, but opted to pursue a goal even more thrilling—to see him erupt naked.

While Jason exercised, Tim and Kurt entered the room wearing thongs and began to wrestle on the nearby mat. Jason didn’t notice them until pausing to rest between sets. He watched the guys closely. Tim rolled Kurt on his back and into a sexy leg split. The hold captivated Jason. He stared at Kurt’s crotch as Tim kept it wide open and on display right in front of him. Kurt groaned, unable to break the hold.

“That’s gotta hurt, man,” said Jason. His eyes remained glued to the thong-encased equipment, which began to grow as he watched it. Somewhat of an exhi­bitionist, Kurt loved that kind of attention from a guy. The longer Jason stared, the longer his cock became. In no time it reached full arousal, boldly challenging the stretchy white thong. No wonder Jason didn’t take his eyes away: Kurt had a cock worth admiring. Although not especially thick, it more than compensated in length, extending eight inches above the balls. Perfectly shaped for fucking, the tool had pleasured a good number of guys, both gay and straight. The long cock seemed to attract rather than intimidate them. Jason felt this attraction too, but wouldn’t admit it to himself.

“You wanna give?” asked Tim.

“No!” shouted Kurt in a defiant but obviously pained voice.

“Good,” said Tim. “You know how much I like torturin’ ya!” He pulled harder on Kurt’s already widely split thighs, intensifying his crotch pain.

Kurt cried out, but not to submit. Tim continued to work the hold, taking Kurt to higher and higher levels of pain.

“How can he take that?” Jason asked Rob.

“Conditioning,” replied Rob. “He does a lot of wrestling.”

“God, that’s amazing,” said Jason.

Kurt’s thighs bulged as he tried to pressure himself out of the hold.

“Wish I had legs like that,” Jason mused, still eyeing Kurt’s thong-covered cock. Jason’s own dickhead started to stiffen. Kurt’s cries of pain grew louder. Jason began to think they resembled the sound of a guy about to experience an orgasm. His cockhead, now poking sharply into the Levi’s, spit some pre-cum into them. Totally preoccupied with the wrestlers in front of him, Jason didn’t notice the dark, moistened spot in his well-faded denim. But Rob did. He stared at it with desire-filled, vampire-like eyes.

“How does the crotch feel?” Tim asked Kurt sarcastically.

Kurt yelled as his buddy spread his legs further apart. “It hurts, you bastard!”

“Ready to submit?”

“Fuck you, man!” said Kurt stubbornly.

“You wish!” replied Tim. “You’re gonna be in too much pain do any fucking for a while!”

“I’m still gonna fuck your ass, tough guy!”

“Not mine, dude!” Tim responded. He put more force into the split, making Kurt scream in agony.

The trapped wrestler’s cockhead pushed above the top of his thong. Jason’s heart beat faster. He watched the cock extend itself farther and farther.

“Yeah—show us your cock,” said Rob to Kurt. He turned to Jason, grinning. “Wanna see the rest of it?”

Before Jason could answer, Rob reached down and pulled the front of Kurt’s thong aside, exposing the entire cock and the wrestler’s enviable set of balls. Jason couldn’t believe it. His jaw dropped in shock. But Rob did more. He examined the long rod with his fingers as Kurt tried unsuccessfully to free himself.

“Man, you sure are hard,” commented Rob.

“I’m gonna get you for this!” sputtered Kurt.

Rob smiled at the threat and continued examining the stiff muscle at will. “Nice one, isn’t it,” he said to Jason.

Speechless, Jason nodded in agreement.

“Great nuts, too,” added Rob. He took hold of the ballsack and gave it a few shakes.

“Ah!” protested Kurt.

Rob laughed and shook it a second time. “You like this, don’t ya,” he said, not ready to let go yet. “Tell me you want me to shake ‘em again.”

“No!”

Rob started to squeeze the naked balls.

“O.K! O.K! Shake my nuts!” Kurt finally said.

Rob jerked them back and forth several times, then let go. “Finish him off,”he said to Tim.

Tim easily shifted from the crotch split to a cross body scissors—his favorite hold, and one that could make just about any guy submit. Trapped on his back, Kurt gasped as Tim’s powerful legs began to burrow into his gut.

“Yeah, get him!” said Rob.

Kurt gripped Tim’s thigh and winced in pain. Tim squeezed hard, although didn’t use his maximum strength. He preferred to prolong the punishment so he could watch the guy suffer. He also liked watching the eight-incher twitch. Kurt bridged up, but the move did no good, except to give Jason and Rob a sexy look at his stiff balls and cock and his raised butt. The guy dropped to the mat in frustration. The scissors took its toll on Kurt gradually. It made his breathing progressively difficult and his groaning more desperate. Rob couldn’t resist this choking aspect of the hold. His cock pounded as he saw Kurt fight for more air. But the guy’s effort only weakened him further. Still, Kurt didn’t tap out.

Jason had never seen a guy withstand such a severe and sustained attack. “Shit,” he whispered to himself, marveling at the dude’s resolve.

“Kurt’s pretty tough,” said Rob. “It’s gonna take Tim a while to break him.” He glanced down at the long bulge in Jason’s Levi’s. “Wanna try a few holds?”

Jason nodded in agreement, considerably distracted by Kurt’s writhing. “But nothin’ like this, man—I’m not in shape for it yet.”

“No problem. We’ll go easy.” Rob stripped down to a jockstrap. Jason stood and peeled off his Levi’s, revealing a white brief that looked very good on him.

“Get on your back,” said Rob.

Jason obeyed, not knowing what to expect.

Rob slid a hand under his left knee and lifted the bent leg toward Jason’s chest. At the same time, Rob curled his other arm around the guy’s neck. He pulled on the leg until he could interlock his hands above Jason. “How’s this?”

“I think you’ve got me!”

“It’s a simple hold, but secure—unless you punch me in the nuts or something!”

Jason laughed.

“It’s good for stretchin’ the leg muscles.” He paused. “Wanna try another one?”

“Yeah.”

Using both hands, Rob pulled Jason’s head forward as he sandwiched it be­tween his thighs. Wedging the head in his crotch, Rob hooked ankles and started to squeeze. With his chin pressed against Rob’s balls, Jason had the best possible view of the wrestler’s erect, jockstrapped rod.

“What do you think of it?”

“Awesome!” he said, thinking more about the rod than the hold. “Scary,” he added, beginning to feel the painful effect of Rob’s legs.

“Especially if I squeeze harder.” He gave Jason a taste of what he meant.

“Ah!” groaned the guy, clutching the muscular thighs with his hands.

“Yeah!” said Rob. “I love this hold!” He thrust his cock upward, increasing the pressure on Jason’s neck and head.

At the mercy of Rob’s powerful legs, Jason could do nothing. “Shit!” he exclaimed.

Rob relaxed the squeeze, but kept the guy immobile. He liked having part of Jason’s face against his nuts. So much so that in a short time pre-cum began to soak through his jock.

Suddenly Tim cried out loudly. Kurt had grabbed his cock in an attempt to escape the suffocating scissors.

“Good move!” said Rob. He rolled Jason onto his side, allowing him to wit­ness the big cock squeeze. “Wanna try that one?” He removed a hand from the back of Jason’s head and wrapped it around the guy’s stiff, brief-gripped rod.

“No! What are ya doin’!” objected Jason.

Rob grinned but didn’t reply. He held the cock firmly and started to jack it with slow, pleasurable pulls.

“Let go!”

“Why? I know this feels good,” Rob responded.

Tim uttered an extremely sexy cry as Kurt squeezed his buddy’s cock beyond the point of toleration. “I give! I give!”

Tim let him crawl out of the scissors. As a final gesture of victory, Kurt stripped off Tim’s thong and tossed it in his face. Then he removed his own thong and slid over to Rob and Jason. “Havin’ fun, guys?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think Jason wants to admit it!” said Rob.

“Fuck you queers!” shouted Jason. “Let go of my dick!” He struck Rob’s thighs with his fists.

Kurt grabbed the guy’s arms and held them steady. Tim came up alongside to watch Rob’s jackoff. Jason struggled violently to get away, but quickly discovered that resistance wouldn’t work. Pre-cum began to ooze from his cockhead.

Rob stopped rubbing and examined the moist area of Jason’s stretched out brief. “Good boy. I think it’s time to see what’s makin’ your brief wet.”

“Get away from me!” said Jason.

“Hammerlock him, dudes,” ordered Rob, releasing his neck scissors.

Kurt and Tim pulled Jason up onto his knees and secured him in a double hammerlock. The two guys, also on their knees, applied the holds from positions at either side of Jason, where they could easily watch the front of the stud, as well as their buddy. Rob got down in front of his victim and admired the guy’s tall, fully up­right cock and exceptionally large balls. He handled the erect muscle. “Nice, very nice.”

Jason tried frantically to twist himself out of the hammerlocks.

“Hold ‘em, boys,” advised Rob.

Tim and Kurt tightened their holds, letting the naked hunk feel some pain.

“Ah!” groaned Jason.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, dude.” Rob reminded him.

Jason gave up struggling, but started cursing when Rob closed a hand around his ballsack.

“Oh yeah,” said Rob, feeling the bulging gonads inside.

“They hard ones?” asked Kurt.

“Very. Perfect nuts for rasslin’,” replied Rob. He began a long squeeze—reserved at first, then gradually more forceful.

“Ah! Let go of ‘em!” shouted Jason. “He can take it,” said Tim. “Make him shoot!”

“No way! Never!” protested Jason.

“That sounds like a challenge,” remarked Kurt.

“Go fuck each other!” shouted Jason. “They did that earlier,” quipped Rob. The remark brought laughs from both guys.

Rob looked at Jason. “You don’t have a choice, man. You’re gonna pump it out, one way or another!” He squeezed harder, digging the tips of his fingers into the stiff crotch muscle just beneath the nuts.

Jason grunted loudly, stung by an intense pleasure that caught him off guard.

Rob maintained the grip. He could almost see the guy’s cockhead tighten as his pleasure increased.

“Squeeze it outa him!” urged Tim.

Keeping their eyes on Jason’s rod, the three guys watched pre-cum slowly emerge from the juice hole. The thick liquid accumulated there until it even­tually rolled down the cock’s long surface. Rob slid his tongue up the side, catching most of it.

“Ummm, tastes real good,” he reported immediately. “Got some more for a thirsty guy?” He squeezed harder.

“Shit no!” said Jason, fighting against the pleasure in his crotch. “I’m not shootin’ off for the likes of you!”

“Maybe not from this,” responded Rob, squeezing the guy’s balls again. “It takes too long.” He let go of Jason’s nuts. “Hold him tight, boys.”

Rob bent his head down and put his mouth around the top third of the stud’s stiff tool. Reaching behind Jason with both hands, he grasped the guy’s sexy buns.

Rob’s lively grunts seemed to say, “Oh yes, oh yes,” as he rubbed the cockhead with his tongue.

“Damn you!” groaned Jason, realizing he had no defense against the pleasures this unleashed.

Keeping his mouth motionless around the stud’s cockhead, Rob settled into some serious tongue work. He knew that would get him what he wanted. Tim and Kurt observed their buddy closely. Even though they couldn’t see his tongue, they’d felt its effects on their own cocks many times.

“He’s gonna get you, dude,” said Kurt.

“No he isn’t,” replied Jason. “He’s not gonna turn me into a fuckin’ queer!”

“You’re right, he isn’t: you already ARE one!” added Tim.

Growing pleasure slowly silenced Jason’s hostility. At first he tried to distract himself with thoughts of other things, or to gaze at other parts of the room. It didn’t work. He found himself staring repeatedly at his cock and Rob’s mouth around it.

Rob finally broke the silence with a loud grunt of satisfaction. A few seconds later he released the cock to speak to Jason. “Good spurt, man! Give me the rest of it. I wanna feel ya pump it down my throat.”

Rob recaptured the twitching cock and put his tongue back to work on the rock hard tool. Soon he uttered another satisfying grunt. He gave each of Jason’s buns a friendly slap, a sure sign to Tim and Kurt that the guy had shot off a second big burst of pre-cum. Rob squeezed Jason’s ass, encouraging him to do it again.

“Oh god!” gasped the stud, as Rob tongue-rassled his cock to indescribable levels of ecstasy.

Rob grunted once more, long and deep, signaling another cum spurt.

“Yeah, let it squirt, man,” said Tim to Jason.

“Better shoot pretty soon,” Kurt interjected, “before your girlfriend gets back!”

Jason had forgotten about that. What if she walked in, he thought, and found him naked with his cock in a guy’s mouth? Although the thought startled him, it didn’t have much of an impact. But something else did: Rob’s tongue. Its relentless rubbing and caressing forced him to focus every bit of attention on his now huge, pleasure-drunk cockhead.

Rob slapped Jason’s butt as he felt another spurt of cum shoot into his mouth from the cockhole. The stud began to realize that he liked Rob’s strong hands on his ass, and that the slaps increased his pleasure. He looked down at Rob. For the first time, Jason wanted to feel another slap, and to pit himself against more pain from the hammerlocks. He also wanted to shoot his juice into the wrestler’s mouth—every drop of it.

Jason’s whole body began to stiffen. Rob pressed his fingers deeply into the guy’s young ass.

“Fuck yes!” gasped Jason. He threw his head back as the tongue tormented the tip of his cock with more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before. Rob gave another loud grunt and another butt slap to the fired up stud, thanking him for a new drink of maleness.

“Suck him dry!” said Kurt, whose cock oozed plenty of its own cum.

“Bite it!” suggested Tim. His cock jumped at the thought. After all, he’d used it many times on aroused guys, and always got them to shoot.

But Rob kept up his slow yet highly effective tongue work, driving Jason mad with pleasure. With eyes closed and his head still tilted way back, Jason lost all sense of time and reality, hoping only that Rob would keep working on his cock forever. His mind drifted as Rob’s tongue continued to trigger per­iodic mini eruptions of one or two squirts each. Kurt tried to keep track of them but eventually lost count.

A particularly hard ass slap from Rob brought Jason back to reality. He found himself in a whirlwind of pleasure. “Oh god!” he yelled.

Rob felt the rim of the stud’s cockhole harden, then open. He pushed the edge of his tongue inside it.

“Ah!” shouted Jason, no longer able to withstand the pleasure.

Rob gripped the guy’s butt to hold him steady. Jason’s long-delayed orgasm had arrived at last. His cum roared up the long sex tube, as if enraged that it had been held back for so long. Jason cried out when it exploded. Pushing Rob’s tongue aside with the force of a volcano, the stud’s blazing lava blasted into the wrestler’s throat.

The sound of Jason’s cries, along with Rob’s loud, gulping grunts, made Tim’s cock explode with no assistance.

“Oh yeah, drink it!” yelled Kurt, wrenching his hammerlock higher. He could tell by watching Rob that large amounts of cum continued to shoot up the tool.

“Get all of it!”

When Rob finally freed the red hot juice muscle, it stayed fully upright, twitching, throbbing, begging. The wrestler worshipped it with his eyes and with occasional tongue-licks. But he also took a great deal of interest in Jason’s incredible balls. The giants looked bigger after the orgasm than they did before it, a fact that amazed Rob. He fingered them with his left hand. When he squeezed, Jason’s cock responded with a jerk. Cum began to ooze out onto the huge head.

“These suckers are still full of it, aren’t they,” Rob said to Jason as he gripped the stud’s balls harder.

Jason couldn’t answer: ecstasy had not yet released its hold on him.

“Get the dude again!” said Tim.

Rob squeezed the heavy balls once more. “This time I wanna see what your juice looks like.”

The wrestler suddenly power-clutched the testicles with his strong fingers. At the same time he dug the ends of them into the aroused crotch muscle as he’d done before. Jason’s body reacted instantly from the awesome rush of pleasure: his muscles tightened, his mouth opened wide, his cock stood at attention. Rob squeezed as if commanding the guy’s juice to fire.

Gasping as if unable to breathe, Jason struggled to speak. “I....I can’t... not again...”

“Yes you can,” insisted Rob. “Empty these nuts!”

Without warning, Rob grabbed the stud’s cock with his right hand. Slippery from the cum that had oozed down its sides, and hyper-sensitive after the or­gasm, the muscle couldn’t take much more stimulation. Nevertheless, the wrestler began to jack it roughly, with almost violent determination.

“Ah! No!” screamed Jason.

Holding the squirming stud steady, Tim and Kurt watched Rob’s hand instantly take absolute control of the guy, disarming every cell of his body as it rapidly plunged down and up the long, slick muscle.

“Shoot it!” yelled Tim.

“Oh fuck!” cried Jason, succumbing to a pleasure too overpowering to fight.

Rob felt Jason’s balls and crotch turn to stone with his left hand. “He’s gonna do it for us,” said the wrestler.

Screaming in ecstasy, Jason looked down, praying the cock would shoot and end his excruciating pleasure. Pounding furiously, the taut rod reached higher.

“Yeah! Let’s see that juice!” said Rob.

Jason’s sex rod started to flex. All four guys saw its cum hole open. The first burst of juice catapulted upward with unexpected and tremendous force. Using all the fingers of his left hand, Rob gripped the swollen crotch muscle and squeezed hard. Jason screamed louder. Rob could feel the rigid muscle jerk ferociously each time cum fired from the cock. The thick, white 0liquid shot out in long streams, as if it hadn’t let loose for a month. Rob kept attacking the stud with both hands, while sizzling man-cream exploded again and again....

The abundance of cum shocked the onlookers, even Jason. But the shattering orgasm had a price. By the time it ended, Jason’s body had become limp, thoroughly drained of energy. When the three guys released him, he collapsed to the mat on his back, not able to move an inch. His cock did, though. It continued to jerk at full throttle.

“Look at that sucker,” said Tim. “It’s shootin’ invisible cum!” He reached down and gave the ruddy-colored rod a friendly slap every time it leaped up.

“Playtime is over, boys,” said Rob. “You’d better get him into the shower before you-know-who shows up.”

Kurt and Tim helped Jason to his feet and led the groaning guy out of the room. Rob stayed behind to wipe off the mat and complete a receipt for Jason’s session.

Melissa returned early to pick up her boyfriend.

“He’ll be out soon,” explained Rob. “He’s in the shower.”

“So, does he have potential?” asked Melissa timidly.

“Yeah, I think he has a lot of it,” answered Rob with a grin.

The door opened and Jason emerged. Tim and Kurt followed, wearing gym shorts.

“You look like you had quite a workout,” noted Melissa, seeing the exhaus­tion in Jason’s eyes and his slow walk. “Thanks, guys,” she said as the two left.

“Anytime,” responded Rob.

The three hunks laughed and had fun giving each other congratulatory slaps and body punches for their success with Jason.

“He won’t be fuckin’ her anytime soon!” chuckled Rob, poking Kurt’s hard cock.

“True,” agreed Kurt. “Too bad you weren’t with us in the shower, man,” he said, wiggling his extended, middle finger. “Tim held him by his rod while I got him from behind.”

“The dude shot cum all over me while Kurt nailed his ass—big time!” reported Tim.

“By the way,” said Kurt, “he forgot this.”

Kurt dangled Jason’s white brief between his fingers. “Think he’ll be back for it?”

“Yeah, I do,” said Rob, grinning. “And without his girlfriend.”

(end)