Hot Property

1

The dark basement room had no furniture yet. Large cardboard boxes, still unopened, sat along the walls, where the movers had left them. In the center of the room, a thick, expansive braided rug cushioned the concrete floor. It felt good to Rob, Ken and Troy as they stretched out on it, breathless and laughing after a long romp of horseplay and tickling.

Rob and Ken, hunky high school wrestling team buddies, especially enjoyed the fun. Each of them had looked forward to getting into a situation like this, so they could check out the new guy. Anyone could under­stand why. Troy’s body made a striking impression—light blond hair, an incredibly handsome face, riveting blue eyes, a square jaw, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and gorgeous buns that tempted you through the tight jeans he wore. His younger age didn’t deter the two. But the guy’s unusually big dick-bulge drew them like a magnet.

Rob positioned himself on hands and knees above and across Troy’s body, with hands on one side of the guy’s chest and knees on the other. Then he dropped down onto the kid, mimicking a pro-wrestling splash.

“You’re pinned, man!” Rob chuckled.

The time had come to find out what the kid had between his legs. Rob held a hand over the fly and tickled the jean-covered dick with a finger.

“Ah!” laughed Troy.

Rob laid his hand on it.

“No!” protested the kid, still laughing. He made a grab for Rob’s hand, but couldn’t reach it with Rob’s body lying across him.

“Now your dick’s pinned, too!” joked Rob, tightening his fingers around the stiffening muscle.

“Let go!” said Troy with more concern.

“Why?” replied Rob, continuing his hold. “All the guys do it.”

“Not me.”

Rob began to rub his fingers slowly up and down the growing tool.

“Don’t do that,” said Troy.

Rob ignored the request. “Does it feel good?”

Troy squirmed in obvious pleasure.

“I bet you like it a lot,” suggested Rob, feeling the dick respond to his seductive rubbing. It quickly pushed above the kid’s brief, then the jeans, and showed no sign of stopping there.

“What a cock you’ve got, man,” said Rob, astonished at its size. He opened the jeans and pulled them down to Troy’s knees. Just enough light filtered through one small window to let him see the cock and to watch it lengthen.

Ken crawled up close. “Shit!” he said. “Look at the size of that fucker! What is it—nine inches? Ten? Let me feel it.” He pulled Rob’s caressing hand from the pole and gripped it hard—too hard.

“Ah!” yelled Troy.

Rob yanked Ken’s hand off the cock.

“What are ya doin’, man?” said Ken in surprise. “Let me get him!”

“Wait!” whispered Rob. “I think this is his first time. Don’t rush it. Give him some slack.”

Rob put his fingers around the cock again.

“No!” shouted Troy, trying to push Rob’s body away from him.

“It’s O.K.,” said Rob, reassuring the kid in the darkness.

“Don’t do it anymore,” said Troy, calming down.

“Has your cock ever shot off?” asked Rob, gently massaging the huge phallus.

“Every guy loves it.”

“You mean when I piss?”

“No,” smiled Rob. “Has it ever squirted when it gets stiff like this?” Troy didn’t answer, embarrassed that the truth might make the two guys mock his inexperience.

Rob continued. “It shoots sperm. When it comes out, it’s the best feeling a guy can have.” He paused. “Wanna give it a try?”

“No,” answered Troy, in a voice that sounded more cautious than negative.

“Then can I just hold it?” asked Rob.

“For a minute,” Troy responded.

Rob relocated his fingers higher around the giant rod and rested the pad of his thumb very lightly on the kid’s cock hole. The thumb’s pressure was so delicate that the kid had no sensation of it. But as time passed, Troy’s cock became harder and really started to feel good to him. As it stiffened, Rob felt its rim stiffen under his thumb—without him doing anything else to produce that. After a moment, thick pre-cum started to gradually push out of the hard penis. To Rob it seemed like the cock was trying to reach out to him, wanting more.

Troy leaned back against Rob as the good feeling grew. He began to trust Rob. He didn’t know exactly why, but he didn’t want this feeling to go away. As he rested against Rob’s body Troy’s already exceptionally long cock seemed to get even longer. It began to pulse.

“Does your cock feel good?” asked Rob

“Yeah,” replied Troy in a whisper. “Better and better.”

“Just relax and enjoy it.”

Troy felt an enticing pleasure continue to gradually take hold of his long shaft—from deep in his balls to the tip of his cock. Troy briefly lifted his head, trying to see what caused it, but couldn’t in the darkness.

The wonderful sensations in his cock increased. He began to hold Rob tighter, almost becoming afraid of the seething, masculine power that churned within him, dominating him.

“Your cock feels like its growing, and that’s a good thing, man.”

Troy loved the reassurance. The kid held Rob tightly, never wanting to let go. Rob gradually began to move his thumb pad slightly around the slippery top of Troy cock hole.

“Ah!” gasped Troy, paralyzed by an onrush of pleasure and fear. His heart raced, his cock pounded violently. Troy felt his balls stiffen. He hugged Rob as his pleasure grew his beyond belief. He spread his legs.

“Let it happen, buddy,” encouraged Rob.

Troy lifted his butt off the floor. Suddenly a monstrous pleasure roared up his long, tingling tube. Rob could hardly hold the kid down when the juice erupted.

“Yeah! Pump it, boy!” said Rob. He moved on top of Troy and lowered his open mouth to the shooting cockhead. He slipped it inside his mouth. When Troy felt Ron’s warm mouth and tongue on his cock, the pleasure of it paralyzed him.

Rob held Troy close to him after the diminishing squirts ended. Troy embraced Rob, feeling better than he ever had in his life. Love had reached his fear. Rob understood. He kissed Troy, wanting the youth all to himself.

“Hey!” shouted Ken, crawling over to them and seeing Troy’s huge, dripping shaft. “Give me some of that!”

Ken roughly pulled Rob away from kid. Rob lunged toward Troy, but Ken nailed him with a hard punch in the gut. As Rob paused to catch his breath, Ken quickly crawled onto Troy and started to suck the youth’s gigantic, oozing pole. Never having experienced post-orgasm work, Troy cried out as a extreme, intolerable pleasure suddenly attacked his rod.

“He’s mine, you bastard!” yelled Rob angrily.

Ken freed the cockhead only long enough to say, “Not anymore!” Then his mouth captured the cock again.

Enraged, Rob threw a fist into Ken’s jean-gripped ballsack from behind. The tight jeans, extremely thin from years of wear, did nothing to minimize the blow. Suffering in pain, Ken sat up and clutched his smarting nuts. “You’re history, man!” he said. Ken threw himself at Rob with so much force that it knocked his back against a wall of the basement. Ken gripped his throat with a hand and kept him pinned against the wall with a severe choke hold. Rob tried to pull the hand away, but couldn’t.

Ken opened Rob’s jeans with his other hand. He knew that Rob usually didn’t wear a jock, and now that’s what he wanted. He grabbed Rob’s naked balls and squeezed them hard. Troy heard Rob’s screams and it sent shivers down his spine.

“I’m takin’ the kid!” snarled Ken. “So get your ass outa here! If you don’t, say goodbye to your nuts!”

Rob knew his balls couldn’t take another minute of Ken’s crushing hold. “O.K., he’s yours. You win, fucker!” said Rob in a rasping voice. When Ken released him, Rob quickly crawled to the door.

“Don’t leave me here with Ken!” begged Troy.

But it was too late. Rob had already opened the door and a few seconds later it closed, leaving Troy and Ken alone in the dark room.

Ken immediately yanked down Troy’s jeans and jock, then pulled down his own. Troy tried to escape, but Ken wrestled him onto his stomach, holding him down with both arms around his waist. To Troy the hunk seemed like a hostile warrior threatening him with a spear—especially when he felt Ken’s spear push between his butt cakes. The scared kid tried punching Ken’s arms with his fists.

“No you don’t,” said Ken.

The wrestler locked him in a secure full nelson to put an end to that.

“Since you’re mine now,” said Ken, “I’m gonna make it official!” He pushed his oozing cock into Troy’s butthole.

“Rob! Rob!” yelled the panic-stricken kid.

“He’s gone,” said Ken. “It’s just you and me now.”

The wrestler pushed his eager cock all the way into Troy’s defenseless hole. “You can’t stop me, dude, so get ready to become my slave.”

Troy’s mouth opened in fear as Ken started a fuck session that would last longer than Troy could imagine.

“We’re gonna do this a lot, boy!” stated Ken. “Your ass is mine now. Isn’t that right?”

Ken’s power-fucks made Troy gasp in agreement. What else could he do? But after that moment, the room’s darkness somehow began to work its way into him, body and soul. Soon he could see no light in the room, nor hear any sounds, nor feel anything. He could only think of Rob. Troy tried to scream as the warrior shoved his spear into his ass again and again, but he couldn’t utter a sound. Ken smiled, burying his spear deeper inside the handsome slave’s power­less, submissive body.

2

Years later, Troy walked apprehensively though a dingy and abandoned warehouse, a popular hangout for Masters and their boys. On one particular night, the place had attracted many more guys than usual because of a special event. Some boys had gathered not only watch this event, but to show themselves to Masters who might select them as future slaves.

Troy happily walked side-by-side with Roth, his Master. They headed toward their destination—the “Game Room,” the source of all of the talking and laughing they heard in the distance. Troy, naked by slave custom, had a hand constantly on his Master’s curving, jock-covered ass. Sometimes he squeezed it, sometimes he patted or caressed it. Before they entered the “Game Room,” the Master stopped and turned to him.

“Look what that does to me,” he said. The slave looked down to see Roth’s erect cock poking dramatically into his skimpy brief. The slave smiled and slipped a hand inside the brief. He held the stiff rod and then the solid, low-hanging sack that hung between his Master’s thighs. He fondled each testicle. Roth gazed at him and whispered, “I love you Troy.”

The Roth put his strong arms around Troy’s waist, pulled naked stud to his chest and kissed him with a passion and strength that only a wrestler could possess.

While they kissed, Roth rubbed his cock against Troy’s gut, grunting in pleasure. He moved one hand down to the kid’s butt and eased his middle finger inside the warm, young fuckhole. Troy groaned some words though Roth’s powerful kiss. Roth couldn’t hear those words clearly, but he knew what they meant. The Master had always known. Troy genuinely worshipped him and always became aroused by the lightest touch of his hand or any other body part. The kid also felt wonderfully safe around Roth. The mysterious, magnetic attraction of the two made their relationship grow steadily.

Troy finally broke away from the kiss. “Do you really have to do it, sir?” he asked with a sudden nervousness.

“Boy, we’ve gone over this many times,” said Roth patiently, as he massaged the kid’s butthole. “I have to confront him. I can defeat him. And when I do, he’ll be out of my life for good, and yours too. It’s the only way. I have to risk it all to show him I’m not a coward. He knows you’re the only thing that really matters to me. He’ll never win you. I won’t let him.” He slid his finger out of Troy’s ass and held the kid steady. “He’ll never get you.”

Though the possibility of losing his Master in the upcoming fight upset him, Troy realized the inherent truth of what Roth said. The bitter rivalry between the two Masters had to stop. He looked down at Roth’s bulging brief. The slave kneeled in front of his hunky Master. He pulled the jock’s front down and put the cock in his mouth. The tool immediately rewarded Troy with a load of pre-cum. Troy savored it before he swallowed.

“Well, what a happy couple,” said a sarcastic voice in the distance.

Startled, Troy got up and stood beside Roth.

“I hope you can find enough time to fight me,” said Kane, walking toward them. He stopped a few feet away to stare for several moments at the perfection of Troy’s incredible body. His greenish eyes looked particularly menacing as he spoke to Troy. “I’m gonna take you home with me tonight, boy!”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” replied Roth.

Kane looked both imposing and terrifyingly to Troy. The guy’s muscles were huge and his dark beard looked intimidating. Troy mentally cringed as Kane’s eyes inspected his aroused and extravagantly long sex pole. Normally he enjoyed showing it off to other guys. But he knew Kane had different thoughts in his mind as he scanned it—ideas of torture and sweat and submission.

“By the way,” Kane continued to Roth, “you’re lax on discipline: a slave never stands beside his Master; he always stands behind him. But don’t worry, I’ll whip his ass into shape real fast.” He turned and walked away.

Roth connected a heavy chain to Troy’s waist strap, then followed Kane into the Game Room, towing Troy behind. Only one bright light illuminated the empty center of the room, where wrestling bondage exhibitions events took place. Most of the room looked shadowy and gray. Yet Troy could still see a lot of young spectators—mostly naked freeboys and slaves. Masters stood out, wearing leather harnesses, jocks or briefs. He saw many of the naked boys getting their erect cocks handled or stroked by other studs. As Roth led Troy through the crowd, Troy caught sight of two freeboys that made his cock jump. One stood behind the other, licking the back of his neck. The one in front reached a hand behind him and reciprocated by slow-wrestling the boy’s big cock. Troy thought how much he liked it when Roth did that to him.Or when Roth tied his arms and legs to a St. Andrew’s Cross and worked on him for hours until he shot off.

The Master stopped, unfastened the chain, and let it fall to the floor, leaving Troy on the edge of the ropeless play area. Troy watched Roth and Kane walk to the middle of the “stage.” Both did a few quick warm-up stretches, which made the onlookers cheer.

But the audience seemed especially turned-on when Roth slowly bent himself backward until his hands reached the floor. He planted his legs far apart and pushed his butt upward, forming a magnificent bridge.

When the onlookers saw his impressive physique stretched like that, and his balls and cock fully displayed under the bright light above, they cheered louder. It instantly made him the crowd favorite of the evening. The sight made the cock of one freeboy immediately erupt in cum. He aimed his exploding cock toward Roth, fantasizing himself as Roth’s slave. Roth gave the boy a smile.

“Enough of this shit,” bellowed Kane. Let’s wrestle.” But first he pointed a finger at Troy. “When this is over, you’re gonna suck my cock, boy!”

Troy glared at Kane, unwilling to show fear or weakness. But inwardly, uncertainty gnawed at his gut and wouldn’t let go. The crowd could feel the tension as well. They knew about the fight’s extremely high stakes—a Master fighting to keep his sexy slave. Some of them knew that years earlier, Kane’s slave had left him to be with Roth. But now that the massively endowed blond had become Roth’s new slave—and an incredibly loyal one—Kane demanded a match to claim Troy as his property if Roth won.

Though many in attendance disliked Kane, they respected his spectacular muscles. The overhead light made those muscles stand out all over his physique. They made his shaft look stronger and his balls bigger. In addition, Kane’s gaze seemed to have a strange, immobilizing effect on others. One of the ringside freeboys found this out earlier, when Kane suddenly approached him before the match.

“Hands behind your back,” ordered Kane. He then took hold of the boy’s rigid, outstretched rod and crushed it with a long, barbaric squeeze. Yet the freeboy just stared at him in numbing pain, unable to raise an arm against the hunk.

“You like this, don’t ya,” said Kane, as if demonstrating his power to everyone in the room.

“Yes sir!” gasped the boy.

Kane grinned and squeezed harder, pulling the freeboy down on his knees with the cock. “Now cum for me.”

“Yes sir!” cried the kid.

The surprised onlookers watched—along with Troy—as the freeboy pushed his cock forward, trying to fulfill Kane’s order. A few seconds later, the cock did give Master what he wanted—a look at his young sperm. The shots left the boy breathless. As soon as Kane let go of the cock, the freeboy sank to the floor.

“You’ll make a good slave,” said Kane, admiring the youth’s twitching tool.

“For you, sir?” groaned the kid.

“Not this time, boy.” Kane turned his head to Troy. “If I win this fight, my prize is gonna be THAT meat. As Kane stared at Troy’s super long, erect tool, he asked the kid, “What do you think of his cock?”

“Awesome, sir,” said the kid. “I’d like to see it shoot, sir.”

“Stick around,” said the Master.

Just before the fight began, Roth and Kane slipped off their briefs and faced each other. The overhead spotlight did a good job of illuminating their considerable muscles, particularly their already aroused cocks and balls. The two wrestlers didn’t have to do anything else to capture the attention of onlookers.

Roth did not seem shaken by Kane’s threatening appearance or by his hypnotic gaze. When the fight started, Roth crouched, spread his legs and beckoned the bearded Master to come and get him. As soon as Kane moved closer, Roth immediately went for the guy’s balls, striking them with a lightning fist that made the hunk stagger, then fall to his knees.

Roth got behind him and brought his fist up between Kane’s legs and into the balls again. The gasping hunk fell forward, toppling to the floor on his chest. Roth grapevined Kane’s left thigh, draped him­self across the Master’s lower back and butt, then wrapped his arms around the right thigh. He pulled on the thigh, forcing it away from the crotch. Kane groaned in pain as Roth split the legs wider and wider. The hunk pounded the mat with both hands. The widening leg split brought his big, low-hanging balls into the spotlight for all to see.

Kane didn’t submit, so Roth unhooked one hand from the thigh and gripped the helpless ball sack in a submission squeeze that few guys could tolerate. Some of the freeboys wanted more and shouted their wish to Roth: “Punch hits nuts! Punch his nuts!” He didn’t disappoint them. Roth unhooked his claw hold and slammed his fist into the balls. He paused, then repeated his attack. Roth hit hard, determined to force the hunk into submission. More punches followed, soon making the sack skin turn red. The spectators shouted their approval as Kane’s body twitched in pain.

Kane almost did submit. But Roth couldn’t keep Kane’s powerful thigh down with only one arm. The hunk suddenly brought his legs together, turned toward Roth, thrust a knuckle into his opponent’s windpipe and kept it pressed there. Roth tried to pull the knuckle away from his neck, but Kane pushed it in harder. Still on his knees, Roth desperately pummeled Kane’s chest with his fists.

“Yeah, hit me!” said Kane. “I love that!”

He cradled the back of Roth’s neck with his other hand, then used the knuckle to slowly force Roth down to the mat on his shoulders. Now in a position of maximum control, Kane straddled his victim on one knee and went for the sub­mission. His cock twitched as he pressed the knuckle in further, cutting off Roth’s air supply.

“Give—or die!” shouted Kane.

Aware that he had only seconds to act, Roth rammed a power fist into the hunk’s ball sack again, mashing his nuts against the crotch. Kane shrieked and instantly grabbed Roth’s arm with both hands. Despite his quickness, the reaction came too late to undo the damage. Paralyzing, stud-slaughtering pain bludgeoned his balls. When Roth at last disengaged, he left Kane on his knees, holding his tortured testicles.

“I’m gonna get ya for this,” threatened the hunk. “You’re gonna pay big!”

“Think so?” Roth jumped behind him and slammed a fist into Kane’s lower spine. The hunk cried out, arching his body backward from the blow. Roth turned around and gripped the front of Kane’s neck with his hands. He slowly rose to his feet, suspending the hunk in a hangman hold. Roth bent forward, increas­ing the pressure on his victim’s neck.

“No! No!” yelled Kane.

“Yes!” shouted the onlookers, turned on by the hold’s devastation, and also by its sexy display of the hunk’s muscular body. Several of the freeboys moved closer, staring in awe at Kane’s protruding testicles and upright rod. Their cocks oozed as each boy imagined himself squeezing those balls or sucking on the cock of the squirming hunk.

“Make him give,” Troy whispered to himself, gripping his long tool as he watched Roth’s hold. The bearded hunk held his arms out and splayed all ten fingers in alarm.

“Yes, yes!” said Troy more loudly.

The hold clearly agonized Kane.

“I’m gonna break your neck unless you submit, man!” warned Roth. Seconds passed, then minutes. Troy stared at the suspended hunk in disbe­lief. How could any guy last this long in a hangman? How could the hunk have such astounding strength and stamina?

“Let’s hear it!” shouted Roth.

“Never!” replied Kane in a strained voice.

“Keep it on him!” yelled one freeboy, enjoying the sight of the hunky Mas­ter’s balls and shaft.

But Roth wanted a submission, not an exhibition. He unhooked his hands and let Kane slump to the mat. By the time Roth turned around, the pained hunk had staggered to his feet. Roth rammed himself into his opponent’s gut and seized his balls once more. Kane gasped as the fingers pressed into his bulging gonads. Troy smiled, sensing Kane’s approaching end. Roth glanced behind Kane at Troy in the distance. The boy’s golden-haired, beautifully sculpted body stood out dramatically from the other naked hunks around him. You simply could not miss its muscular symmetry, the kid’s luminous blue eyes, and a towering sex tool that liked to stand at attention, especially when Roth looked at it.

Yet Roth paid a big price for that glance at his boy. He failed to watch and dodge Kane’s knee. It plunged full force into his unprotected gut, instantly depriving him of the ability to inhale. While he struggled for breath, Kane got behind and opened his arms to launch a reverse bear hug combined with devastating body blows.

First, Kane encircled Roth’s the waist with his incredibly pumped, iron-like biceps. He clasped his hands together and suddenly drove his two-fisted battering ram into Roth’s gut. Roth gasped for air. Kane’s biceps assault­ed his gut again—as well as his kidneys and his respiration. Roth tried to wedge a hand under an arm to pry it away from his waist, but found that impossible. Intense pain invaded him on all sides. He pounded the massive arms as hard as he could. Kane smiled at the useless attempt and attacked Roth’s weakened gut with his battering ram again and again. Roth winced as strength began to drain from his body.

“Yeah!” yelled Kane.

For the first time during the match, Troy looked at Roth and saw impending doom—both for Roth and for himself. A feeling of emptiness and loneliness started to consume him. His friendly, flashing blue eyes darkened in fear. If he lost Roth, what would he do? How could he exist with another guy when he only wanted Roth? He gazed longingly at his buddy’s still rigid rod and balls, wondering if he’d ever be able to hold them again, make love to them.

Kane spread his legs into an extremely wide, sexy stance. He lifted Roth off the mat and dug his arms further into the tortured abs. Roth’s jaw dropped open, but he didn’t yell out from the obvious pain he felt. That really bothered Kane, who wanted to hear his victim cry out in torment. But no matter how hard or how long he worked on the bear hug, Kane couldn’t make him utter a shout or a submission.

The top of Roth’s cock nudged Kane’s gut-embedded fists, as if asking to get into the action. Kane finally obliged. He opened his hands and wrapped them both around Roth’s shaft, one above the other. He squeezed with the same heart-stopping power he had used in the bear hug. Roth didn’t gasp, but the slaves viewing it did. Not one of them could conceive of having his cock crushed like that. Roth would have to sub­mit. One slave put his arm around Troy to comfort him. “Sorry, man,” he said sadly.

Yet the pain of a violent cock squeeze did not worry Roth the most—pleasure did. He knew that such a squeeze could eventually make him shoot. And according to the rules, that would mean he had lost the match—and also the love of his life. Troy realized the danger too, since he had used this method to juice his buddy many times. He hoped that Kane would release the hold before figuring out that it had the power to produce an orgasm in Roth.

But Kane didn’t need to figure it out. Years earlier and unknown to Troy, Kane himself had juiced Roth with a violent cock squeeze. He knew it could happen again. He grinned as Roth started to squirm in pleasure. Kane’s hands felt the cock’s pleasure-pulse gradually pick up speed.

“I think you’re in trouble!” he said. “Your cock wants to submit and take you with it!”

“No!” shouted Roth, fighting an inner battle to keep his sperm under control. But the urge grew stronger. He grunted more frequently as he felt his balls filling with pleasure juice.

“Give into it, man,” said Kane. “Just like you did the last time I bear hugged it! Remember that? Or were you too drunk to remember what happened? You started squirtin’ cum all over the place! Remember?”

“Ah! Shit!” groaned Roth as Kane squeezed harder.

Troy’s heart sank. He saw Roth frantically try to pull Kane’s hands from his shaft.

“It’s gonna shoot!” insisted Kane.

“Not thistime!” Roth closed his eyes to avoid seeing something that would definitely make him cum—like Troy’s gorgeous body.

Kane continued to squeeze, but it didn’t bring him the quick vic­tory that he expected. He tried a different verbal approach.

“I know you like this,” he pointed out, attempting to push Roth over the edge with some sex talk. “I can feel your big cock poundin’ with pleasure. You know it’s true. Show all the cute boys how a Master shoots! They’re waitin’ to see it…”

Roth didn’t open his eyes. Luckily he didn’t see that many of the slaves had their cocks grabbed by guys near them.

“Show ‘em what real stud juice looks like,” said Kane, coaxing Roth further.

“Yeah, show us!” shouted one slave. “Show us! Show us!” shouted others.

Roth fought hard to hold back his cum. He tried not to think of Troy as Kane crushed his excited shaft.

“Make it easy on yourself and cum for your fans!” said Kane. “Or be stupid and make me have to hurt ya real bad!”

“You can’t hurt me, fucker!” replied Roth defiantly.

“Have it your way, you stupid ass!”

Kane wrapped his right arm around Roth’s neck. He released the ruddy shaft and moved his left hand lower, down to the large, stiff ball sack. He placed his fingers around it and crushed into the balls with a strength powerful enough to damage them.

Roth’s eyelids instantly flew upward wildly, exposing a look of unspeakable terror. “No!” he screamed, his voice now choked with pain. He had never experienced pain like this, and he didn’t know why. After all, he had always remained the tough one, able to withstand nut squeezes that made others soon surrender. Sometimes for fun, he would even let a bunch of slaveboys try their hand at his balls, one at a time, yet none could cause enough pain to defeat him.

But Kane had his claw-like fingers embedded in the balls much deeper than anyone else had achieved. Roth screamed and clutched Kane’s left arm. A heavy, nauseating pain began to grow within his testicles. It slowly spread throughout his crotch, then to his gut, then higher. Roth’s screams compelled Troy to open his eyes. A few moments later, he saw his Master fall to his knees, gradually succumbing to the murderous hold. The slaves became quiet, aghast by the viciousness and effectiveness of the crippling hold.

“Yeah!” gloated Kane. “I’ve ruined some young balls with this move.”

Roth screamed louder as the pain reached his chest and head.

“Give!” ordered Kane.

“No!” cried Roth.

“You’re a fool! This hold will wreck your testicles, man! It smashes the tubules so they can’t secrete. The longer I squeeze, the more damage it does.”

But Roth looked at Troy and vowed to survive the sickening pain. Troy cer­tainly didn’t want Roth to lose, yet he didn’t want him to permanently damage his balls either—they meant as much to him as his own.

Roth cried out again. Kane’s fingers had gone so deep into his gonads that tears of pain began to blur Roth’s vision. His chilling screams echoed through­out the room, slamming against the walls again and again, like a wounded animal trying to escape.

“Give! Nobody’s important enough to lose your nuts over! If you don’t submit, not even surgery will help you!” shouted Kane.

Roth felt a puncturing-like agony bore into his balls.

“They’re gonna start bleedin’ internally, man!” warned the hunk.

Roth gazed at Troy, aware that he could no longer endure the punishment. The look on his face expressed the only thing he could say to his beautiful, loyal slaveboy: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Troy covered his eyes with both hands, unwilling to watch Roth submit. But he also didn’t want Roth, or any of his slave buddies, to see him cry.

Kane clawed into his victim’s testicles deep enough, and long enough, to split them open Roth cried out and struck Kane’s left arm with dozens of desperate, rapid-fire slaps.

“No! No! Stop! I give! I give!” screamed Roth.

“Shout it louder!” demanded Kane.

“I submit! I give!”

The words slashed into Troy’s ears, tearing them to pieces. He dropped to his knees, still keeping his eyes covered.

Kane continued his nut-wrecking squeeze. “What do you give me?”

“Troy! I give you Troy!” cried Roth, out of his mind with pain.

Kane finally released the sweat-covered musclegod and pushed him to the mat. Roth landed on his back, still screaming from the overwhelming pain between his legs. Unable to move, he could only lie there, displaying his defeated balls to all the staring slaveboys.

The victor beckoned to Troy to kneel in front of him. Troy slowly crawled along the floor and did that. Kane stood over his new slave, admiring his stunning physique. Kane grabbed Troy’s hair and jerked his head upward so that the boy faced the Master’s outstretched, throbbing cock.

The huge cylinder twitched in anticipation. “The first thing you’re gonna do as my slave is to show your ex-Master how glad you are to be mine!”

Troy started to shout out a rebellious “No!”, but before he could, Kane thrust his cock between Troy’s lips. The Master gripped his hair with both hands and shoved the shaft in all the way.

Screams of protest gurgled in Troy’s throat. He tried in vain to push Kane’s body away. But the Master proved stronger. He pulled harder on the hair and kept the shaft fully captured within his mouth.

“Grab my ass!” he ordered.

Groaning in shock and misery, Troy did as ordered.

“Yeah, that’s better,” said the Master. He started fucking Troy’s mouth. He did it with varying degrees of speed—sometimes slowly and at times much faster—but always plunging it right up to his balls to achieve his greatest pleasure.

Roth watched the two as his misery grew. The torturing pain still stabbed his balls, refusing to let up. He attempted to mentally block it out, but didn’t succeed. He couldn’t shake the feeling of Kane’s fingers digging into his nuts—squeezing, penetrating, destroying. Yet the pain of loss hurt him more than the physical pain. Seeing Kane fuck Troy’s handsome face over and over felt like a knife in the gut. He didn’t want to look, but knew that he couldn’t avoid it.

Kane grunted as his pleasure increased. “Oh yeah! Bring it up! You want it, don’t ya!”

Kane spread his legs and prepared for the orgasm. Still holding the slave’s hair, he steadied himself and pulled the cock back until only its head remained in his mouth. Then at the moment of supreme ecstasy, he rammed the rod forward as far as he could. He shouted in triumph as the first load of cum burst from the inflamed sex tool. Many loads followed. Roth groaned in desolation, while Kane’s shouts of ecstasy rang in his ears. In his mind’s eye he saw the victor’s seed shooting down the throat of his former slave and diving deep into the strong, handsome body—becom­ing part of it, nourishing it, energizing it.

“Yeah! Swallow every drop, boy!” roared Kane.

During the long orgasm, the kid took the cum in big gulps, never flinching, and kept a tight grip on Kane’s butt. He stayed on his knees, keeping the shaft firmly between his lips, even after the hunk had stopped pumping.

“You and I are gonna get along just fine,” said Kane, putting his hands on the young stud’s shoulders. He grunted as his cock fired a delayed, final shot into the kid.

“How does it taste, slaveboy?”

Troy responded by squeezing his Master’s butt several times.

The shaft remained rock hard, as if ignoring the fact that a major orgasm had just occurred.

“Make love to it again, so Roth can watch it,” ordered Kane.

The slave started to caress the cock with his tongue, keeping it at the peak of arousal. Kane turned his head toward Roth. “No wonder you kept him: he’s got a hot tongue!”

Roth attempted to raise himself in protest, but the relentless pain in his balls stopped him. He fell back to the mat immediately.

“Don’t even think about it,” said Kane. “He isn’t yours anymore. Besides, he wants MY cum now. Your nuts are shot, man. I fixed ‘em real good. They’re not gonna be able to make a drop—not for this boy or any boy. And every time they try, the pain’s gonna kill ya!”

He let go of the slave’s hair and put a hand on each side of his face, holding the head in an almost affectionate way. “Show my balls that you love them.”

The Master grunted while Troy’s tongue explored and fondled the stiff nuts. “You’re gonna make love to ‘em whenever I tell you to, and wherever I tell you.”

Roth closed his eyes, remembering when Troy had played with his balls for long periods of time—sometimes in his dungeon, sometimes outside, and sometimes even in a public park. But those memories seemed to make his balls hurt even worse.

“Yeah, make ‘em bulge. All that cum is for you, SpermBoy. That’s your new name—sexy SpermBoy.” The Master’s cock twitched. It wanted another orgasm. Kane pushed his cock up to Troy’s mouth.

The kid knew he had to take the Master’s sperm once more. He moved closer and opened his mouth with hesitation.

“That’s right, SpermBoy—come to daddy.”

The slave shut his eyes, not wanting to see the tool facing him. But he couldn’t avoid feeling its warm cockhead ease into his mouth. Holding the kid’s head with both hands, the Master began to slowly push it forward and back. Since he had as much time as he wanted, Kane didn’t rush it. Roth watched in dismay. Usually he liked seeing a slave suck off a Master, but not in this case. He gritted his teeth.

Ecstasy began to contort Kane’s facial muscles. The Master already had an addiction to the kid and he gloried in it. After a few moments he stopped pulling on the kid’s head and held it steady. Just having the slave’s mouth around his cock now became enough to keep Kane at the peak of excitement. Soon the Master uttered a cry that all the observers recognized. The kid braced himself as more rounds of cum fired into him.

“Yeah, swallow it—all of it!” yelled the Master, shooting more juice into his slave than the kid could handle.

“No, no, no…” whispered Roth, feeling the flames of a wildfire continue to scorch his balls. He still couldn’t move, or even touch his injured nuts because of the agony it caused him. With his back to the mat, he looked thoroughly beaten, as if he were a slave fastened to the floor.

When Kane finally pulled out of him, the kid coughed and held onto the Master’s legs for support.

“You did O.K., boy, but you’ll need more practice. You can work on that later.”

Kane peered at the kid’s steel cock ring. He studied the ring closely, noticing the letters R-O-T-H etched deeply in its surface. Then he spat on it to pave the way for its removal. He gripped the wide circle with his fingertips. The Master sneered and started to pull on the ring.

“No!” yelled the kid in extreme agitation. He grabbed Kane’s arm to stop him.

Kane ripped the hand away and slammed a fist into the kid’s enormous balls. Troy cried out in agony and toppled forward.

“That’s what you’ll get every time you oppose me, slave!” said Kane.

The Master purposely took a considerable amount of time to slide the ring off. He wanted to vividly imprint upon the slave’s mind the termination of his bond with Roth. As he inched the cock ring toward the top of the rod, he wanted the kid to feel the loss physically, even sexually.

During the removal process, the kid sobbed and groaned. A wretched hollowness grew inside his body. He sensed Roth slowly slipping away from him. Kane pulled the ring up bit by bit, torturing him psychologically, but also tanta­lizing him as it enlivened one pleasure spot after another along the tall shaft.

“Yeah, it feels good to lose him, doesn’t it,” said the Master quietly—and also sarcastically.

Without realizing it, Troy held Kane tighter, maybe to avoid an orgasm. Kane got a kick out of watching his cock squirm, begging to shoot off for him. He carefully slid the ring across the bulging head until at last he had it off. The Master tossed the ring aside indifferently. With his cock stripped, the kid felt even more naked and vulnerable.

Kane rubbed the long shaft lightly with his fingers. “That’s better. Now it’s all mine. Kiss me!”

During the kiss, the Master picked up the kid by his crotch and brought the kid’s spine down hard across his bent leg. Troy’s athletic physique and flexible spine helped him to flow with a backbreaker hold like this, but he was not use to the body-wrenching ex­tremes that Kane liked employed. The Master kept him decisively in place by forcing his chin down as far as he could with one hand, and holding his balls tight with the other. The severely arched slave had only one hope: that the Master would make this punishment short.

But Kane loved this hold and intended to sustain it until he got what he wanted. The kid’s exceptionally long rod made it easy. Kane tipped his head down and licked the long, stiff pole. The slave groaned as the Master enclosed the top three inches of the rod in his mouth and went to work on it with his teeth as well as his tongue.

The kid’s screams reverberated in Roth’s brain, reminding him of the kid’s past or­gasms and his youthful, luscious cum. A new wave of pain swept through his balls. Yet his memories of the kid didn’t lessen. They became more important to him than ever.

Kane released the imprisoned cock from his mouth for a moment. He watched some sperm ooze out of its hole and flow onto the surface of its wide head. He lapped it up, savoring the kid’s flavor. Kane closed his lips around the slave’s meat again and began to slowly massage the head with his tongue. The kid’s pleasure escalated until it had obscured much of the pain that prickled through his wrenched spine.

The slaveboy never seemed to run out of what the Master wanted. Every minute or so Kane devoured another spurt of virile, delectable pre-cum that emerged from the cock. He became anxious for more.

“Now you’re gonna give me the rest of it, SpermBoy. Your cum’s for me now—all of it.” He turned his attention again to the pulsating tool. He squeezed into the shaft’s root through the nut sack. The kid grunted as his rod lifted itself upward. The Master caught its head in his mouth and started to shake it back and forth, like a hungry beast making a fresh kill. The slave’s cum couldn’t contain itself. When it shot up the shaft, Kane relished every bit of the delicious manhood. It shot into his Master in long, thick streams—too many to count.

Roth groaned in misery as he witnessed Kane swallow load after load of prime stud juice. The swallowing began to appear exaggerated to him, surreal. He saw a vampire consuming the kid’s juice, voraciously draining his victim and at the same time feeding on its youthful, restorative essence.

In reality, the kid’s eruptions constituted more than one orgasm. Keeping the handsome body back-bent across his leg, Kane became obsessed and emptied him several times. When at last he dumped the spent slave to the mat, Kane stood up grinned. A gob of the slave’s juice still clung to his beard. He scooped it up with a finger, then flicked it onto Roth’s prone body. “That’s the last of him you’re gonna get!” said the Master sarcastically.

“You fuckin’ bastard!” shouted Roth. “You don’t have what it takes to own a slave like Troy! You’re the loser, you son of a bitch!”

“Tough talk from someone who can’t even get up and fight for his pretty boy­friend!” countered Kane.

“I’ll get him back, you dickhead!”

“Dickhead?” roared Kane. “When I get through with you, nobodywill want your worthless dick!”

Kane dropped down onto Roth’s thighs, facing his chest. He moved his left hand toward the wide open crotch.

“Not my balls!” yelled Roth.

“No. They aren’t worth the trouble anymore,” said the Master. He gripped the bottom half of Roth’s semi-hard cock tightly with his left hand. “This is all you got left!”

Kane spit saliva on it and started some slow jacking with his right hand. Roth gasped in relief as the handsome tool suddenly hardened to steel. Many in the audience also gasped, thankful that they got to see an unusual the reconciliation of two opposing warriors.

“I’ve always liked your cock. I used to dream about how I would wrestle it and suck it.” He paused to admire the stiff muscle. “SpermBoy, get over here! You’re gonna be my assistant for a while.”

Not knowing what to expect, the slave complied.

“Sit by his head on your knees. Lock an arm between each leg. Put both of your hands on his chest and hold him against the mat.”

When the slave had accomplished that, Roth lay with his arms trapped and the back of his head resting on the slave’s dick. To many in the audience this looked hopeful, with Kane jacking off Roth as the slave watched. Nonetheless, the slave had a worried look on his face.

Roth quickly became absorbed in pleasure. Kane’s jackoff was the slowest that anyone in the room had ever seen. In fact, Kane sometimes even stopped his hand for a moment to study the hard shaft and the bulged out, throbbing veins running through it.

“It’s gonna be a shame to mess up such a sexy rod,” he said in a quiet but menacing voice.

Kane opened his mouth, making a point to show his sharp teeth. Roth suddenly realized what Kane was about to do and tried to free himself using every muscle in his body. The slave had a difficult time holding Roth down. He barely managed it. .

“No!” yelled Roth. “God no! Please!”

Kane slowly lowered his open mouth to Roth’s cock, then sank his teeth into the taut muscle, just below the cockhead. The audience cringed at the sight. At the same time, they heard Roth cry out in the most shattering, murderous scream they had ever heard from a guy. The slave turned his head away, unable to watch.

Roth tried to roll over, then lift his body off the mat. But the intense pain stopped him. Many ordinarily tough guys in the audience seemed to lose their strength as they witnessed Kane’s man-killing attack. Fortunately they could not actually see what the teeth did to Roth’s cock. But unfortunately, their minds instead created all kinds of gruesome images for them to think about.

A nearby slave saw Kane’s jaw moving back and forth and imagined the Master’s sharp teeth slicing into the cock’s delicate skin. Another slave imagined a medic performing pain tests on a guy’s long, stiff rod. One freeboy, a lover of Dracula movies, immediately saw Kane’s attack as the ultimate sucking scene—first swallowing the victim’s cum out of his cock, then his blood. Another spectator imagined a guy’s cock skin tearing as the teeth dug into him deeper and deeper.

One Master in the crowd whispered to a slave, “This will make scars that take many weeks to heal, if they ever do heal.”

Roth screamed in terror as he felt Kane’s teeth burrowing into him. His already fast breathing immediately accelerated. In unspeakable agony, Roth tried many times to somehow get his body away from away from Kane’s ruthless assault. He arched his back, trying to lift himself off the mat. But he found that the pain had sapped much of his strength. He felt weak, deserted. His back finally collapsed to the mat again. His hands frantically reached up, attempting to somehow grab Kane. Roth believed that if he could slam a fist into the guy and knock him off balance, he could end this horror. Sadly, Roth’s hands could only tremble from the pain in his cock. When his fingers reached out to grab Kane, could only thrash and claw the air.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain, Kane released the shaft and took a few breaths. The kid thought that was the end of Roth’s torture, but Kane had not finished with Roth. The Master changed his position somewhat, confidently sitting up on one knee in a wide stance, giving the audience a good view of his balls and tall cock. Kane tightened his left hand grip on the rod, then lowered his mouth to Roth’s cock once more.

Roth seemed to scream louder than ever as the razor-like teeth went back to work on his injured cock. Kane had a look on his face that reflected his utmost concentration. His eyes also appeared to glow in a reddish rage, prepared to scorch anyone or anything that tried to stop him. Everyone knew that no interference was allowed in a match like this.

Many slaves and freeboys in the room had trained long hours, long days and weeks, conditioning themselves to resist pain and avoid displaying their emotions. Yet as they watched the muscleman weakening in front of them, a lot of the boys could not hold back their feelings. Tears flooded their eyes as they imagined Roth’s cock—or any cock—being wickedly scraped and torn. Some wept openly, although without making a sound. Despite being a wrenching ordeal to watch, they all realized that they were also witnessing something that few had ever seen—the destruction of an icon, the end of a once famous Master.

Gut wrenching screams burst from Roth’s mouth. The upper half of his physique involuntarily bolted upward. Luckily the kid grabbed Roth’s chest and forced the screaming muscleman back to the mat. Although the move severely anguished the kid, it no doubt saved Roth from even more horrors. In shock, the kid again turned his head away from the excruciating scene. But he could not turn off the horrific images that flooded his mind. With microscopic clarity those images showed Kane’s teeth repeatedly piercing and tearing Roth’s courageous, rigid rod.

Tears boiled in the slave’s eyes. His brain shouted “No! No!” in a sickening repetition that he could not control. It tormented him more than the pain of the worst submission hold that any wrestler had ever unleashed on his body. Even worse, he was in no condition to help Roth. Like his former Master, he felt beaten, destroyed.

The writhing, sweating musclehunk screamed so loudly that his vocal cords soon gave out. Unable to fight back, Roth started to jerk his head hysterically from side to side. “No more! No more!” he shouted, but all anyone heard was a rasping whisper. Kane had finally conquered his toughest opponent.

The Master opened his mouth, released the shaft and for a moment stared at Roth’s cock. He smiled at his success and stood up slowly. Now finally freed, Roth immediately grabbed his cock and, still screaming, rolled into a ball. The kid didn’t see the tortured cock, which was fortunate. The sight of it would have given him nightmares for months. He had loved that cock. He’d worshiped its sexy perfection every day. He craved the feel of it on his tongue, between his lips, and inside his ass.

Kane remained motionless for a while under the light. He flexed his biceps for the audience, but there was no cheering and no booing. The onlookers seemed stunned to the core. The freeboys and slaves dropped their heads, still in disbelief. They said nothing. How was it possible to convey their reactions in words? In any case, Kane’s erect cock seemed to flaunt itself as well, occasionally twitching in its masculine glory.

Kane slipped his jockstrap on again and looked down at his new slave. “You did a good job holding him down, SpermBoy,” he said, locking a leather collar and leash to his neck. Three young slaves appeared from the audience and huddled around Kane, waiting for any instructions he might give.

“These are my other boys—your new slave brothers,” said the Master. “When we get home, you’ll be bunking with them.”

Kane locked the three onto another leash and led his four slaves toward the doorway. But Kane stopped before going through it. He pulled Troy to his chest and gave him a long stare. “Since you did such a good job, tonight you’re gonna get a reward.” He placed one of the slave’s hands around his large, sperm-filled ball sack.

Despite the sexiness of the balls in his hand, the kid turned his head to the side to check on Roth.

“Yes, you can look at him. But after tonight you’re never gonna see him again or think about him again. He’s fin­ished. It’s meyou’re gonna be concerned about from now on. You got that, boy?”

The slave slowly nodded his head in agreement.

Kane jerked on both leashes and walked through the doorway, pulling his naked property behind him. But just before exiting, Troy stole one more quick look at his former Master. Roth looked up at the same time to catch a glimpse of the only guy he had ever really loved. The watery eyes of both guys connected like an electrical charge. And in that flash of a moment, when only silence can speak, each communicated an identical message to the other: “Later.”

3

     Returning home, Kane brought the naked slave into his underground dungeon.   He fastened Troy’s wrists above his head and his ankles to an anchored spreader bar.  In the dim light, Troy could only see a small portion of the objects hanging on a wall near him—leather and metal collars, restraints, straps, chains, anal plugs, hooks, electrical devices and other objects.     

     “Each new slave always gets a physical exam before the fun starts,” stated Kane.  

      The Master tied a ball-gag across his mouth.   Next, he filled a syringe with an unknown liquid and held the needle beside his slave’s face.  As some of it squirted from the syringe, Troy’s body stiffened in fear.

      “This will make you more cooperative,” said Kane. 

      As he slowly injected the fluid into the kid’s arm, Kane smiled. 

      “Don’t worry, SpermBoy.  I’m an expert in stuff like this.  I got an early start as a medic in the Army.  I learned fast and loved examining new guys entering the military.”

      The kid looked concerned as he felt the liquid entering his body.

      The Master continued.  “I’d sit down in front of each naked guy and give him a thorough physical—one that he’d always remember.”   The Master glanced at the syringe’s fluid level, watching it slowly decrease.   “I got to check out many great balls and dicks that way.  Later, some of the guys made appointments with me to re-check parts of their bodies after they did tough physical training.”

      The kid felt his body relaxing, succumbing to the serum still flowing into him.  He also started to feel more horny.

      Kane went on.  “I liked it when a guy’s dick started to get hard as I examined it.  That made the exam much better!   I’d tell him that regulations required a sperm sample as well.  I got real good at making guys cum for me.”   

       The kid could see that the syringe still had had not completely emptied. 

        Kane continued.  “But checking out a guy’s testicles was the best part.  Sometimes I’d spend a whole lot of time on that part of the exam.  For a few guys, their balls would get harder as I proceeded.  I even complemented some of them about it.  That’s how I got to know balls so well.     

      Kane slowly removed his needle from the slave’s arm.  The kid breathed a sigh of relief as Kane briefly massaged the injection site.   A long exam followed, including just about every part of the kid’s body—his ears, eyes, mouth, armpits, nipples, navel and abdomen. 

     Then Kane sat down behind the kid and worked a lubed finger into his butthole.  After a moment, he added a second finger.  The kid groaned as Kane inspected his prostate gland.  His penis started to tighten.  

     Kane moved his chair in front of the kid, sat down and focsed directed his attention on the slave’s cock.  He pinched its tight skin, and poked it in various places.  He used his fingers to feel it way down to its lowest place, which made the cock reach upward and jump energetically.   But Kane devoted the most time to investigating the massive testicles—something the kid had worried about.  Kane studied them minute-after-minute with his fingers, maybe for their potential in rougher sessions to come.  He mentally  compared them to those of his other well-endowed slaveboys.

      Kane held one of the kid’s testicles in each hand and gently started inspecting both with his thumbs.  To the slave it seemed like Kane was looking for something along their surfaces, or even inside them.   Kane grinned as though he had uncovered secrets about the testicles that even the kid himself did not know or fully understand.        

      Satisfied with his findings, Kane stood up and walked into the darkness.  When he returned, he held an object attached to an electrical cord.  The kid recognized it as an e-stim wand.  Kane sat down again in front of the spread-eagled kid and held the long wand near his victim’s left tit.   

      Kane lightly touched the tit with the wand’s end for only one second.  But the touch made the slave’s entire body jerk.  Kane smiled as the kid winced from the shock.  Kane touched the tit for a second time, then a third.  The kid shook his head back and forth in protest, but Kane ignored it.  The Master’s own cock started to swell in his jockstrap.   

     “Get used to it, SpermBoy.  We’re only just beginning.”

     The kid found out that was true.  Kane proceeded to use the wand on his right tit, then on his armpits, his sides, and his inner thighs.  Every touch stung hard.  Then Kane aimed the wand at his erect rod.  The kid screamed at him to stop, but only a few audible sounds came through the ball-gag. 

     “Control yourself, SpermBoy,” warned the Master. All my slaves go through this!”

     Kane touched the kid’s cock in many places, each time making the shaft snap away from it.   The punishment—or was it extreme pleasure?—seemed to double when the wand came into contact with a specific area of his cock just below its head.   The kid finally gave up trying to scream, since that wouldn’t stop Kane anyway.  The wand’s scary buzzing sound also added to his fright. 

      But before he finished with the cock, the Master held the bottom of the kid’s rod firmly with one hand and the wand in the other.  Every nerve in the kid’s body screamed as Kane pressed the wand against the cock’s tip and, for the first time, didn’t retract it.  The slave’s body shook all over as crackling electricity coursed through his shaft. After what seemed like an eternity of misery to the kid, Kane pulled the wand away.  He briefly massaged the thankful cock with his hand.  However, Kane pressed the wand into the shaft again—this time keeping it there longer than before, forcing his body into more spasms. 

      “Yeah, submit to it, SpermBoy!”

      The slave writhed, thinking the wand would finish him for good.  But he somehow managed to survive.  He wondered how well the other slaves did when Kane had used it on them. 

       Yet what followed was even worse.    

      “Do you have brave balls, boy?” asked Kane, fondling them. “We’re gonna find out.”

      Kane seized one of the kid’s large testicles in a hand.  He moved the wand up close and began to prod it with a series of short jolts.  The kid’s eyes opened wide in agony.  Kane positioned the wand in a different places around the testicle for each jolt.  He especially liked to hold the wand upside down and push its tip against the bottom of the sack.  The slave couldn’t stand this for very long.  His head fell forward as though he had fainted.   Kane slapped him to bring the kid back to reality.  Then the Master worked on the bottom of each testicle with the wand, trying to finds out which one did the best job of withstanding the assaults.    

      “Very good, SpermBoy,” said Kane afterward, checking each testicle with a hand.   “One more exam and we’re done.”

       But that final test the kid couldn’t see, only feel.  Kane took the wand behind him and shot some electrical charges into his butt hole.  The kid jerked wildly and yelled in silent screams.

      “Let’s see if your ass likes more voltage.”

      Kane turned up the power and worked on the hole repeatedly with the wand.  The heat and pain of it forced the slave into continuous, muffled screaming.  The gruesome wand caused him more instant pain than even the most brutal and sustained wrestling hold a guy could use on him.  But here his screams and submissions didn’t count.

       Some time later, the kid found himself lying on a narrow bed in the “Slave Dorm,” where the Master had dumped him following his ordeal in the dungeon.  He looked up and saw Kane’s three naked slave boys kneeling beside his bed—and looking at him both with admiration and concern.  

       “Where am I?  Where’s Kane?” he asked.

       “You’re in your new home,” said one of the boys.   Kane went back to his house on the other side of the woods.”

       The slaves explained that Kane’s property was situated in a secluded location and surrounded by a tall, chain-link fence topped with barbed wire  The kid immediately wanted to get up and look around outside.  But, still hurting mentally and physically from what had happened, he didn’t have his usual strength.  His body wouldn’t allow him to move much.  He grinned at the handsome youths crowded around him. 

      “What are your names?” whispered Troy.

      “Our Master calls us TallBoy, FlexBoy and SkinnyBoy,” answered FlexBoy.  “He calls you SpermBoy,” he added, smiling at the name.

      “How long have you been here?” asked Troy.

      “A couple years,” said TallBoy.  “We’re all still teens.  FlexBoy is the oldest and SkinnyBoy’s the youngest.   This is where we ended up after family break-ups and other shit.”

      “Kane took us in and feeds us—as long as we see to his needs.  It’s not so bad,” said SkinnyBoy.  

      But Troy could still see uneasiness in their faces. 

      “We feel real bad that you lost Roth in that fight.  What a stud!” said TallBoy.  “We’d like to help you if we can, but…..”

      “We also like your body!” interrupted FlexBoy, staring at Troy.  

        Troy smiled at his handsome face.  “Thanks, Flex.”

        “I’d love to have a body like yours.  Can you train me?”

        FlexBoy continued to stare at Troy’s muscles, his huge balls and long, semi-hard penis. 

       “Your body looks great to me, Flex,” said Troy.  “But yeah, I can train you.  When I feel better, we can all wrestle and have some fun together.”

      “We’ll have to be careful when we do that,” added FlexBoy.   “If the Master finds out, you know what can happen.” 

      “I get it,” said Troy.   “One of us can act as a lookout when we play.” 

      “Good idea,” agreed TallBoy.  “We have to stand together, and someday….”

       “Someday you can leave here and maybe become Masters yourselves,” said Troy. 

     “A nice idea,” said FlexBoy.  “But where would we go?  Where would we live?  How could we survive without money?   He even took our clothes.”  

      But at the moment TallBoy seemed more concerned about his new slave brother.  “Are you still hurtin’, SpernBoy?”

     “Yeah, a lot.  Kane used the e-stim on me.”

     “Oh shit,” said FlexBoy, frowning.  “That thing’ll really get a guy.  Where did he get ya with it?”

      “Everwhere—tits, armpits, balls, dick, ass,” answered Troy.

      The slaveboys looked aghast.    

      “How did you ever survive all that?” asked FlexBoy.

      “I’m not sure I did!” said Troy.

      The three slaves showed their sympathy in different ways.  SkinnyBoy put his arm on Troy’s shoulder.  FlexBoy put a comforting hand on Troy’s upper thigh.  But TallBoy did something bolder.   He looked into Troy’s sky-blue eyes and asked, “Would you mind if I held your nuts?   They’re the most awesome ones I’ve ever seen.  I’ll be very careful with them.”

     Troy paused.  “O.K.  Go ahead/  They’re large but still sensitive!.”

      TallBoy grinned.  “You can trust me.”  He carefully put a hand around them. 

      “Oh yeah,” said Troy, relaxing his whole body as he felt the slaveboy’s warm, comforting hand.  

      “I’d hold these all night if you’d let me,” smiled TallBoy.

      “Hey, let’s shove all our beds together and do a group sleep!” suggested FlexBoy.

       FlexBoy and SkinnyBoy immediately moved the beds against each other and all four slid under the blankets.  They had a good time cuddling and stroking each other.  Troy separated his legs for TallBoy, who returned to holding his ballsack.        

      Troy loved connecting in this way with his new brothers.  “You guys are cool,” he whispered to them.

       The four naked guys had a good night together.  They paid special attention to Troy’s exceptional but still hurting physique.  And though the boys worshipped Troy’s body, they soon began to look up to him in every respect, feeling fortunate that he was now among them.

      In the morning Troy felt better, but he had a long, serious talk with the boys.  “I don’t know when or how, but I gotta get out and find Roth.”

      “We know,” said FlexBoy, looking dejected. 

      “But maybe you guys can come with me,” suggested Troy. 

      “I…I don’t know if I’m ready to leave,” said SkinnyBoy quietly. 

      “I’m not forcing any of you, it’s just an idea,” said Troy.  

      Troy and FlexBoy went outside, giving Troy a chance to look at the surroundings.  He studied the Dorm’s cement block walls, its roof, the fence, the surrounding huge trees—everything he could see.

      “There might be a way, Flex,” said Troy quietly.   He put an arm around FlexBoy’s shoulder.  “Maybe there’s a way.”  FlexBoy

responded by holding Troy’s dick affectionately and hugging him.  But the guys heard a noise in the distance and hurried back inside their Dorm.   After a few minutes, Kane approached, threw open the door and walked inside.  He grinned menacingly as he scanned his four naked slaves.  He stepped over to TallBoy, grabbed his hair and pulled him out the door.  

      “He takes one of us just about every day,” explained FlexBoy.  “We never know what to expect when we puts us in his dungeon.”

      TallBoy didn’t return the rest of the day or that night, causing lots of concern among the slaves.  When he did return the next morning, Kane tossed him inside the Dorm and left abruptly.  TallBoy looked different, haggard.  He walked a few steps, staggered and dropped to the floor on his knees, unable to walk.  Troy picked him up and carried him to his bed.   TallBoy had a wild, crazed look on his face.  Troy immediately got down next to him in bed and held him. 

      Suddenly TallBoy’s emotions burst out of him.  He started to scream and hit Troy on his chest—harder and harder.  FlexBoy rushed to the bed intending to pull him away.  But Troy said, “Let him be,” and continued to hold close the out-of-control youth.  TallBoy rammed Troy with both fists.  His eyes glared with reddish rage. His screams turned into uncontrollable weeping as he punched.     

     Troy never flinched.  He simply continued to hold TallBoy in his arms through many more punches, screams and tears.  As time passed, the punches decreased, but the weeping didn’t stop.  The other boys marveled at how well Troy could handle this shocking situation.   

      Troy finally managed to calm down TallBoy.  But it took many more minutes for the youth to settle down completely, though he still occasionally cried.  Eventually he began to hug Troy almost frantically.  Troy massaged his neck and head. 

     “I’m sorry for hitting you,” sobbed TallBoy.   “The Master….he…”

      “Don’t tell me what he did.  Try to forget it,” said Troy, caressing  and kissing him. 

      Enraged at Kane’s treatment of TallBoy, FlexBoy suddenly slammed a first into the wall, and came close to injuring himself.

      “Everybody settle down,” said Troy calmly.  

      A tear rolled down FlexBoy’s flushed face.  “None of us had fathers, or anyone else, who truly loved us,” said FlexBoy, choked with emotion. 

     “I know,” replied Troy, continuing to cuddle TallBoy. 

     FlexBoy kneeled beside the bed and put his arms around Troy.  SkinnyBoy, sobbing quietly, held FlexBoy.  The four guys stayed locked onto each other for a long time, not speaking at all.   

      When TallBoy finally stopped crying, they all sat together on the bed, talking quietly and holding each other.    

      “We know you have to get away and find Roth,” said FlexBoy.  “Have you figured out a way to do it?”

      “I’d like to try—but I also don’t want to put any of you in trouble with Kane.”  He paused.  “Flex, do you remember the two big oak trees on opposite sides of the fence?  Their branches look strong—maybe strong enough to hold some naked guys!  The next time Kane comes for me, I’ll put a plan into operation.  Wish me luck!”

    A couple of days passed until Kane took Troy away again.

Afterward the three boys clung together, listening for any sound or sign from SpermBoy.  After about an hour, something did happen:  Troy walked through the door of the Dorm—fully dressed and looking anxious.  

     “I don’t have much time!” he told the boys.  “I knocked out Kane in the dungeon and tied him to the workout table.   When he wakes up, he’s gonna be fuckin’ mad!   Troy threw a bunch of Kane’s clothes on a bed.

      “Flex, I couldn’t find the key to the gate, so you guys will have to use the oak trees to get over the fence.”  He also tossed some money on the bed. “This won’t get you very far, but it’s all I could find lying around his house.”

      FlexBoy suddenly hugged him, then the others. 

      “Skinny, be good and listen to these guys.  You’re very lucky to have them!”

      Troy had a difficult time leaving the boys.   “Take care of yourselves—and each other.  You can do it!”  Then he turned to TallBoy, who had tears flowing down his cheeks.  “TallBoy, I wrote down my old address and telephone number on this scrap of paper.  The number may still work.  When you get a chance, call me!”

      Then Troy hugged each of this brothers and dashed out the door—not sure if he had made the right decision. 

4

       After Roth lost Troy in the fight with Kane, the defeated Master disappeared.   Some of the freeboys searched for him, wanting to take Troy’s place as his personal slave.   But none succeeded in locating the stud.  The damage done to Roth’s cock during the fight did not lessen their efforts to find him.   In fact, it encouraged them.   A few envisioned themselves helping Roth to have short erections at first, then progressively longer ones as the cockhole recovered from Kane’s attack.  One freeboy saw himself sitting on Roth’s chest, carefully applying a soothing salve to the injured muscle.   Another boy imagined holding the tool in his mouth for extended periods, gradually conditioning the cockhead to “treatments” with his tongue.   The boys had orgasms every day just thinking about how they would bring the beautiful cock back to normal functioning and how they would make Roth happy again.

       Roth certainly needed to regain his happiness—a much harder thing to achieve than making a physical recovery.   For many weeks the Master wandered from town to town, state to state, carrying a melancholy that he couldn’t seem to shake off.   He missed Troy deeply.  Slaveboys pursued him in every leather bar where he appeared.   Yes, he did enjoy their attention.  Sometimes he would even let one of them feel his balls for a moment through his jeans.

       “Please let me suck you, sir,” one would say to him.   Or, “My body is yours, sir, if you like it.”   Or, “I’m strong, sir.   I’ve been workin’ out hard.  I’m ready for your discipline.”  Or, “Let me cum for you, sir.”

       The freeboys had athletic physiques that went far beyond the category of “handsome”—bodies that a guy would definitely want to have fun with.  And Roth knew he could possess any of them.   But the hunky Master only smiled and gave each a friendly hug, then walked away.  To him, no one could substitute for Troy.

       After months of roaming, Roth found himself at a small leather bar in a distant city.  He had never seen the faces there, yet they all looked familiar, just like they did in every other bar, in every other city.  He had a few drinks, then decided to leave after he took a piss.  Roth entered the restroom, stepped up to a urinal and began relieving him­self.

        Another guy occupied the urinal next to him, a scruffy-looking character, who mumbled to himself in obvious drunkenness as he pissed.  Roth didn’t pay him any attention until he recognized the voice—the voice of Kane.  Roth zipped up his jeans and walked behind him, surveying his body.

       As the last squirts of urine ran down the discolored porcelain, Kane felt the presence of someone standing behind him.   He turned around.  “Roth!” he shouted, taking a reverse step that trapped him against the urinal.

       Kane’s muscles didn’t seem to stand out as impressively as Roth had remembered them.  Kane’s eyes and disposition seemed unsettled, tired, distracted.   Kane’s long dick still hung outside his jeans, forgotten in the disorientation of the moment.

       “Where’s the boy?” asked Roth.

       “What boy?” said Kane, confused.

       “Your slave!” yelled Roth impatiently.

       “Which one?   I’ve had so many slaves…..so many beautiful boys,” he said, slurring his words.   “And now they’re gone…..”

       “Troy too?” asked Roth.  

       “Fuck him!  He’s gone just like all the others…...All the beautiful boys are gone……” said Kane, his words drifting off into nothingness.

       “Where did he go?” pressed Roth.

       “Ran away….a few days after our fight.”

       “Where is he?” asked Roth, growing more impatient.

       “Fuck!  How should do I know?” shouted Kane.  “I didn’t want him anyway!   Worthless shit!  That’s what he was: worthless shit—just like you!”   He pushed Roth aside to leave.

       But Roth caught his dick and halted him.   “You must have heard something about him,” he said, squeezing the unprepared dick.

       “Ah!” cried Kane in pain.

       “Tell me!” shouted Roth.

       “I wouldn’t tell you even if I did know!   I’m sick of you, man!   Everywhere I go, the guys talk about you, how much they like you.   Fuck them!   I’m a Master, too!   Did they forget that?   And I’m a better one than you!   I demolish­ed your pretty ass for everyone to see!   And I can do it again!”

       He took a wild swing at Roth’s face. But Roth ducked and landed a blow into Kane’s gut.  As Kane doubled over, Roth opened his jeans and yanked them down, revealing the guy’s naked, low-hanging balls.  Kane broke away and started to bolt toward the door.  But he tripped on the lowered jeans and landed on his hands and knees.

       “You fucker!” he yelled.

       Roth grabbed him around the waist from behind, pulled down his jock and locked all ten fingers onto his balls.

       “You’re gonna tell me everything you know about Troy!”

       “I hurt him real bad!  Did you hear about that?”

       “You shithead!” shouted Roth.

       He dug his fingers deeper into the hunk’s balls.

       “Stop!” yelled Kane.   “They can’t take this!”

       “I know they can’t,” said Roth.  

       Kane wanted to scream again, but he couldn’t.   Sickening agony prevented even a gasp or a movement of any part of his body.   Kane felt his breathing stop, and then time itself.

       Roth elaborated.  “I learned this hold from an Asian wrestler.  He called it his ‘castration’ hold.   “The pain will go away after a while, but you’ll never be the same again.” 

       Kane’s mouth remained open as he tried to deal with a pain that threaten­ed to destroy his very manhood.

       At that point, the restroom door opened.  A young, African-American, leather-clad Master walked in.   He grinned when he saw Kane on his knees, caught in Roth’s grip.

       “What do we have here?” he asked.

       “A payback,” quipped Roth.

       The handsome stranger stepped up to a urinal, spread his legs, and relieved himself.  Then he walked closer to the guys.   He sank to his knees next to Kane to get a better look at the grip.

       “That’s quite a hold, man,” he said, surveying it with great interest.   The young Master looked closer at the positions of Roth’s fingers on the balls.

       “Awesome,” he whispered.  He gave Roth a big smile. “My name’s Adam.  I’d like to wrestle with you sometime.”

       “No problem,” answered the Master.   “I’m Roth.  Another couple of minutes of this should finish the job.   Then you and I can talk.”

       Kane’s head seemed dizzy.  He doubted he could remain conscious for two minutes longer.  And what about his balls?   Would they last that long?   A sharp, unending testicle pain kept him in constant fear and totally motionless.

       The young Master moved still closer to Kane.  “Damn!” he whispered, focusing his eyes on the drastic hold. 

       Roth stretched the ballsack out further for Adam’s benefit.

       “Yeah,” said Adam, completely carried away by the sight.   The young Master rubbed his own growing cock as it pushed into his leather pants.  He looked at Kane.   “You must be a real bastard to get a payback like this!”

       Roth smiled.  “He is.  He got sadistic with my cock, then hurt my slav....my lover.”

       Adam sat up on his knees and frowned at Kane.   “Not good, man.  I’d get ya too if you did that to me.”  He removed a narrow chain from inside the pocket of his leather vest and showed it to Roth.   “Mind if I join in?”

       “Fine with me,” answered Roth.

       Adam wrapped the chain around Kane’s sensitive dickskin.  He pulled the chain’s ends tighter, pressing its small, sharply-honed links into Kane’s dick.   Kane’s eyeballs grew large in fright.

       “I hope you can handle cock pain,” said Adam to Kane.  He pulled on each end of the chain, pressing the jagged links deeper into the dick.  Kane cried out.  Drops of perspiration formed on his face. 

     “Take it off me!” begged Kane. 

     “Not yet, man.  Doin’ this always makes me horny!”  

     Roth released Kane’s balls to watch Adam’s torture show.  Adam’s dick quickly hardened into a thick tool. 

     “Strip me,” said Adam to Roth.  

      Roth unfastened Adam’s heavy leather belt and peeled the pants down to Adam’s knees.  He paused to admire the guy’s bulging white thong.   Adam’s cock had forced the cum-stained fabric away from his gut, allowing Roth to get at least a partial view of the guy’s unusually wide tool.  Encasing the massive muscle required the whole front of the thong.  Taking hold of the elastic sides, Roth slid it slowly down—across Adam’s big shaft, around his ass, and along his well-developed thighs to his knees.

      “Thanks, man,” said Adam.  “It feels better now!”  The young Master’s whopping shaft revealed its con­siderable weight as it swung unrestrained, heavy with passion. 

       Adam grabbed Kane’s chain-choked tool and pressed into it with a long squeeze.  Kane screamed for mercy as the squeeze began to push the links into his hardening rod.   

       Roth heard Adam grunt and saw a huge load of pre-cum push out of Adam’s cockhole and fall heavily to the floor.

       “Yeah!” said Adam, throwing his head back in pleasure.   Cum continued to leek out as he put more muscle into his squeeze.  He squeezed so hard that he pinched Kane’s cum tube totally closed.        

       “You’d better not shoot off right now,” Adam warned Kane, “because I won’t let it out!”

       Kane yelped for mercy and slapped the floor with a hand.    

Roth watched Adam’s ballsack begin to expand.  He could almost see the gonads filling with sperm.  Adam groaned in pleasure as his shaft again ejected a large amount of cum—not the main event, but an unusually big warm-up shot that surpassed the complete orgasms of many guys.

        Fear gripped Kane.   What would happen to his juice, he thought, if Adam kept it trapped inside?   He didn’t want to know.

       “Please don’t make me cum!” he begged Adam. “Don’t wreck me!”

       “Say it properly and I’ll consider it,” 

       Kane felt cum slowly rising in his cock.  He suddenly realized what Adam wanted to hear and it threw him into a rage.   “I’m not your slave!   I’m a Master!   I’ll never say ‘sir’ to you!”

       “Have it your way then,” said Adam, watching the rod’s veins enlarge and pulse in anticipation.  

       “Fuck!” cried Kane, losing the battle with pleasure.   “I’m not your slave!   I’m not your slave!” he screamed.

      “That’s exactly what you are: my fuckin’ slave!   This is your last chance, boy.”     

       “Ah!   No more!”

       “Say it!  advised Adam, as the chain dug into Kane. 

       “No!   Stop!” shouted Kane.   “Please, SIR!”

       “Say it again!”

       “Please stop, SIR!   Don’t make me shoot, SIR!”

       The sounds of the words set off alarm bells in Adam’s pulsing crotch.  His ballsack suddenly pushed against the bottom of the thick shaft, overwhelming it with pleasure.  Hot cream shot into Adam’s cock.  Huge blasts of cum shot from his black pleasure hole like cannon-fire.   The rod leaped wildly and started squirting.   But Adam, still pumping out his stud milk, remained motionless, transfixed in pleasure.

       “Please, sir!” shouted Kane, still praying for a release.

       As the last of the cum dripped from Adam’s shaft, he Master at last let go of the chain.  A few seconds later, Kane’s cock unloaded.  Roth and Adam stood up.  Kane gasped in pleasure as his sperm shot up the rod.   But when it passed the chain-gouged area, it triggered excruciating, skin-splitting pain.   Kane scream­ed in agony and fell forward onto his stomach, erupting like a volcano.

       “No!   No!   Damn you!” he roared.

       Each load of cum rekindled his burning pain as it pumped up the rod.  Kane suffered intensely, since his balls always produced an uncommonly large supply of sperm.

       Adam and Roth pulled up their jocks and jeans as Kane’s cock continued to spit liquid pain out onto the floor.  The two Masters congratulated each other.

       “Now tell me about that hold of yours,” said Adam, smiling broadly.  How about at my place?”

       When the two guys left the restroom, Kane didn’t try to get up.  Still flinching from every lingering drop of cum, he only had enough energy to swear at them.

       Outside the restroom they met a tall, leather-clad stud on his way to the john.

       “What’s all the yellin’ about in there?” he asked.

       Roth grinned.   “There’s a guy inside who’s beggin’ to be fucked!” 

       “No kiddin’?” said the stranger, fondling his dick through the jeans.

       “Yeah,” agreed Adam.  “He’s bare-assed and down on his hands and knees, just waitin’ for it,” he added, tongue-in-cheek.

       The muscular stud unzipped his fly.   “Guess I’d better not keep him waiting.”   He turned and went into the restroom.

       Roth heard muffled shouts from Kane.

       “Once a slave, always a slave!” grinned Adam.

5

       Roth liked Adam’s dungeon.   The spacious room contained large posters of naked hunks, candles, many wrestling mats, and an impressive supply of bondage devices and equipment.  The room’s pungent smell of leather made him feel right at home.  The two Masters stripped naked and sat on a mat facing each other.  Roth knew that Adam wanted to find out more about the hold that Roth had used on Kane.  But for several minutes, the two Masters were satisfied by simply fixing their eyes on each other, silently admiring the muscles on display.   Finally Adam spoke.

       “I almost shot off when I saw that hold of yours, man,” admitted Adam.  “Ball grips are my favorites.”

       “Yeah, that’s a sexy hold, but I think it’ll make just about any guy submit.”

       Adam stared at Roth’s ballsack and erect cock.  “You have beautiful stuff.”

       “Yours too,” said Roth.

       Adam flexed his heavy rod for Roth.   “Feel it.”

       Roth hesitated.   He hadn’t touched any guy’s cock since he lost Troy.

       “Feel it.   I want you to,” said Adam, speaking softer and with unmistakable desire in his voice.

       Roth delayed, then moved toward him and put a hand around the wide muscle.   Adam reclined in pleasure, putting his hands on the floor behind him to prop himself up.   Roth spent the next several minutes examining the whole shaft, top to bottom.

       “God that feels great,” said the young Master.

       The shaft’s size captivated Roth.   He began to check it in particular places, each check lasting at least one minute.  Soon pre-cum began to reveal itself on the cock’s huge, round head.  

       Adam groan­ed happily.   “Time-out, man,” he said at last.   “I don’t wanna shoot so soon.”   He got up on his knees, and both guys watched the massive rod twitch in sexy, spermless spasms of pleasure.

       “Your touch does somethin’ to me,” said the black stud, wrapping an arm around Roth’s shoulder.   “I want you to teach me that hold of yours, coach!  Will ya help me with it?” he asked with an irresistible smile.

       Adam’s question brought back wonderful for Roth—happy memories as a college wrestling coach.  He never turned down a guy’s request for assistance in polishing his wrestling moves.  The athletes always appreciated it, and Roth always had a very good time with them.  

       “Sure,” Roth answered.

       “But I gotta do it on you, coach, so I can know if it’s right,” said Adam.

       “That’s the only way,” replied Roth.   “Get behind me.”

 Roth readied himself on his hands and knees.  “In the restroom I told Kane that I learned the move from a Chinese fighter,” explained Roth.  

       Adam slowly put his strong arms around Roth’s waist.  He rested his chest and head on Roth’s back and neck.  At that point Adam would gladly have jacked off the guy, or fucked him, but instead he waited for instructions. 

      “Applying the hold for a few seconds won’t hurt a guy,” began Roth.  “But keeping it on him for several minutes will really do some damage.” 

       To execute the hold, Roth told Adam how to properly place a hand around the sack, then which fingers to use to get the best results.  The tricky part was finding the exact spot for the fingertips to press and how deeply to press them.   That took some practice time for Adam.  During it, Roth could feel Adam’s cock lengthening and hardening against his butt.       

      “Oh god!” gasped Adam in wonderment.  “Your balls are awesome, man!” reported Adam.  The young Master couldn’t avoid worshipping them for a moment with his hands.   “They’re so fuckin’ hard!” he whispered in Roth’s ear.  Adam took some time to adjusting his fingertips on the big balls according to Roth’s directions.

       “How’s that?” asked Adam, trying to perfect the hold.

       “Not bad.  You must have watched me closely in the john.”

       “Yeah, I did.   I tried to memorize where your fingers were.”   After a little more adjusting, Adam had the grip exactly right.   Now try it,” said Roth.

       “I don’t wanna hurt ya, man, so tell me when to stop.”  Adam began to push his fingertips carefully into Roth’s ball sack.   He gradually applied more muscle, often checking with Roth to get a reaction.  

       “Ya.  Just a little more pressure and you’ve got it.”

       Adam’s shaft throbbed with passion as he squeezed his coach’s willing nuts.  His enormous shaft-head began to eject a few short spurts of cum onto Roth’s back.  Each spurt was accompanied by a grunt or gasp from Adam, as if thanking Roth for allowing the fellow Master to practice on him.

        As Adam’s chest pressed against his back, Roth could feel him breathe faster.  “Shit!  This is so sexy, man!” whispered Adam, being careful not to squeeze into Rroth’s balls too deeply. 

       The feel of Adam’s fingers pressing into his balls made Roth’s cock stand straight up in undeniable excitement.  Yet, he knew he didn’t want to shot off without holding Troy. 

        “I gotta take a break and calm down,” said Adam.   He released the balls and hugged Roth’s shoulder.  “Applying that hold does somethin’ to me, man.   I get really turned on!”

       Roth smiled at him. “It’s a hold that probably scares guys the most.” 

       “May I try one more?” asked Adam.   

       “Yeah, do it.”

       Adam patted Roth’s gut in appreciation and again put his arms around the Master.  Roth winced when he felt the fingers slowly work their way into his ball flesh once more.  After a few moments Adam’s cock got really excited again.  

       “You have great balls to play with, man!” said Adam.  “Holdin’ them makes me feel so hot I can hardly stand it!” 

       Because of that, a short time later Adam had to let go of Roth’s stiff balls.  He sat up on his knees.  “I gotta shoot, man!” he gasped.   Both guys faced each other.  Adam put his hands on Roth’s shoulders as his cock erupted.  It fired many blasts of cum onto Roth’s chest—and also onto Roth’s shaft.    

      After the cock stopped ejecting his juice, Adam fell forward, grasping Roth to help him remain upright. 

       “Thanks, man,” said Adam softly.   “Too bad for me that you and Troy are an item.  He must be a great guy.”

       “He is.” Roth hung his head in sudden dejection.  “But he’s gone—where to I don’t know.”

       “What happened?”

       Roth told Adam about his feud with Kane—about Kane losing a past slave to Roth, and about Roth and Troy becoming Master and slave, then best friends, then lovers.  He also told him about the fight with Kane over Troy, and about Roth’s loss of spirit after losing Troy.

       Adam deliberated before responding.  “Man, by now he’s probably found another guy.”

       “He hasn’t.”

       “You don’t know that.”

       “Yes I do.   Troy still loves me.   I have to find him.”

       The young Master sat up and put a hand on Roth’s arm.  He looked at the stud with great admiration.  “I’ve never met a guy so dedicated.”   He pondered the situation again.   “I’d like to help you.   Can we look for him together?”

       Roth’s eyes looked more hopeful.  “You mean it?”

       “Sure do.   You guys have to get back together.”   He glanced at Roth’s shaft.   “Look—the idea is makin’ it twitch in agreement!”

       Roth smiled.  “Thanks, man.”  

6

       Roth and Adam visited every leather bar they could find in their search for Troy, or for information about him.   Sometimes they checked the bars separately to cover them faster, and later met at a local motel to discuss the results.  Yet, after many weeks, they had made no progress.

       Late one night Roth returned to their motel room and found the bed pushed to one side, its mattress moved to the floor, and two naked guys on it—Adam and a stud with close-cropped red hair.   Red had Adam on his back.   Sprawled on top of him, face-over-crotch and a vertical thigh alongside each of Adam’s shoulders, the guy looked like he planned to suck the young Master. Then Roth saw it—a long, cylinder-shaped object that Red had pushed into Adam’s ass. Hold­ing the end of it with both hands, he forced it in further, making Adam gasp.

       “Hey!   Get off him!” shouted Roth, ready to defend Adam.

       “It’s O.K.,” said Adam, gritting his teeth. 

       Getting closer, Roth identified the object:  the handle of a whip, with its long lash trailing between Adam’s legs on the mattress.

       Red ignored Roth’s presence and continued to push the handle into the butthole. “Yeah, take it!  Just a few more inches.”

       With his jaw locked wide open, Adam uttered a cry with every breath as the guy worked it in deeper.  The stud grasped Red’s thighs.

       “You can do it, man,” encouraged Red.   He pushed until only the very end of the handle remained visible.   “It’s in,” he said at last.   He picked up the lash and lightly slapped Adam’s ballsack with it, more playfully than seriously.  “You sure are hot!”  he said.

       Adam’s cock leaped up several times.

       “How does it feel?” asked Red.

       “Better.   A lot better.”

       Red kept the handle inside Adam for quite a while.  During much of that time he played with the stud’s tight, hard ballsack.   He used the lash strands to tie it, squeeze it, pull on it.  Roth closely watched every movement.   After several minutes Red directed his attention to Adam’s shaft.   He teased and licked it.   Despite its massive size and weight, the cock jumped in quick, nervous leaps.   It didn’t shoot, however.

       Nevertheless satisfied with his encounter with Adam, Red gave the rod a friendly, parting slap.  “Maybe we can do this again sometime.”  He gradually, cautiously removed the whip handle from Adam’s ass.  Afterward, the guy put on his leather jacket, jeans, boots, and got up to leave.   He walked over to Roth, admiring the Master’s crotch and hunky physique.   “Maybe all three of us can get together.”  He grinned and left the room.

       “A friend of yours?” asked Roth.

       “He wants to be,” answered Adam, sitting up on his knees.

       “How’s your ass?”

       “A little sore, but it was worth it.”

       “Why?”

       “I let him have his fun in exchange for news about Troy.”

       “No shit?” asked Roth excitedly.

       “He recognized Troy when I showed him the photo.   Told me a place where we might run into him.”

       “Fantastic, man!” yelled Roth.

       He jumped down onto the mattress, pushed Adam down on his back and kissed him.   Then he sat on Adam’s gut and smiled at him.   “You’re quite a guy.  Thanks.” 

      Adam smiled.   “That’s what buddies are for.”

       The next evening, the two Masters showed up at the bar Red had talked about.  It had a dark, unadvertised basement room used for after-hours Levi or leather fights, and naked matches between freeboys hoping to attract any Masters in attendance.   Roth and Adam sat down in a corner of the room to watch the action.

       An announcer bellowed the names of the first two opponents. 

      “O.K. boys, let’s hear it for two of our favorite fighters—S.B. and Gabe!”

       As the audience cheered, two young hunks appeared out of the darkness and walked to the middle of the illuminated fight circle.   Their skins were white and black, both had shaved heads and wore only thongs.

       “My god,” said Roth in a whisper. “That’s him!”

       “Troy?” asked Adam, trying to recognize the face without its longish blond hair.

      The two studs locked up, collar-and-elbow, and struggled for control.

       “That’s him!” repeated Roth with growing fervor.   He started to get up, but Adam stopped him.

       “Don’t distract him, man.   Let him wrestle.   You guys can talk afterward,” ad­vised Adam.

       Roth sat down but again whispered, “That’s him!”  Roth tried to curb his powerful desire to leap up and grab Troy’s ass.

       “Not yet,” said Adam, grinning at Roth’s sudden, adolescent-like urgency.

       Gabe, the black stud, broke out of the collar-and-elbow, slipped behind Troy and cinched in a tight full nelson.   He applied tremendous pressure to the back of Troy’s neck, eventually forcing his victim to bend forward and drop down on his knees.   Gabe kept applying pressure until he had Troy’s chin pressed against his chest.

       “Give, or I’ll snap it!” warned Gabe.

       Troy attempted to power out again and again, but failed.   His straining began to rob him of energy.

       “Yeah, wear yourself out, boy,” said the stud.   “You ain’t goin’ nowhere!”

       At those words, Troy suddenly slammed his butt backward into Gabe’s balls.   The large, jock-covered gonads made a vulnerable target, and a painful one.   Gabe yelled, but the nelson remained firmly fixed.   Troy gave the guy’s balls a stronger butt smash.

       “Ah!” groaned Gabe, breaking his hold in order to hold his smarting nuts.

       A quick leg sweep by Troy sent Gabe to the mat on his stomach.   As the wrestler slowly pushed up onto his hands and knees, Troy straddled his back, locked both hands around the square jaw, and dropped down on the stud’s back.   The small but vocal crowd yelled their approval and clamored for Troy to pull it backward farther.  Gabe groaned as Troy arched him beyond what anyone expected.

       In his desire to go to the extreme, however, Troy miscalculated.  He pulled too far and lost his balance.   Gabe took advantage and brought his knees forward.   He threw himself backward, toppling Troy to the mat.   The black stud picked up Troy’s feet and wrenched the legs apart in a severe crotch-split.   Holding the legs, he planted a foot between the Troy’s legs and onto the thong’s bulging pouch.  A raucous yell burst from the bottom of Troy’s throat.

       Roth got up out of concern, but Adam again pulled him back down.   Gabe kept the pressure on Troy’s balls and waited for the inevitable submission.   But Troy refused to give up.  The black stud started to slowly twist Troy’s foot back and forth, grinding the balls against each other and against the crotch.  Troy yelled and grabbed the foot, but the stud made him let go by suddenly widening the leg split.

       “I’ve got ya, man!” he said.  

       Shouting in pain, Troy turned his body to one side to get away.   The black stud removed his foot from the crotch and used Troy’s turning movement to flip him onto his stomach, then into a Bos­ton crab.   He sat down on Troy’s lower back and applied the hold full force.

       The onlookers enjoyed the extremely sexy view of Troy’s thong-encased ballsack hanging in magnificence in front of them.  Some of the onlookers also saw Troy’s large phallus harden inside his thong.  For, as Roth knew from wrestling Troy, this hold always made the kid’s cock harden.   Grinning in anticipated

vic­tory, Gabe began to focus on the shouts from his buddies in the crowd.

       “Finish him!   Strip him!   Grab his nuts!” they urged.

       The stud liked their ideas.   He dropped one of the legs and seized Troy’s nuts.  Troy reacted with a long series of yells.  But

no matter how hard he squeezed, he couldn’t get Troy to sub­mit.   Frustrated, he let go of the nutsack and leg, then pulled off Troy’s  thong.   When Troy started to get up, the stud wrapped his thighs around him at the waist and squeezed.

       “Ah!” shouted Troy, unable to stop the massive legs from forcing him down onto his back.

       Gabe’s eyes opened wide as he stared at the kid’s incredibly long, aroused, naked cock.

       So did Adam’s eyes.  “What a rod on that boy!” he whispered to Roth. 

       Gabe bear hugged the huge shaft as he scissored Troy. 

       Even from a distance Roth could see that the stud meant it as a sub­mission hold, not the kind of fun squeeze used by many guys when they wrestle.   Troy tried everything to free himself from the cock squeeze and scissors—he kicked, he bridged up, he attempted to push himself forward with his feet, he pounded the stud’s brick-like thigh.   Nothing worked.

       “Jack him off!” yelled one of Gabe’s buddies.   “Make him cum!”

       The wrestler gave it a try, hoping that an orgasm would weaken him to the breaking point. Troy grunted as pleasure swiftly replaced the pain in his shaft.

       “Yeah!  Your juice is gonna submit to me!” shouted Gabe, jacking the inflamed cock in a brisk rhythm.

      Troy felt the pleasure escalate rapidly.  At the same time, the stud reapplied the scissors with breath-stopping power.   His buns, facing Troy’s head, flexed as he squeezed the thighs. The kid frantically grabbed Gabe’s crotch-hugging thong in desperation.  He yanked on it so hard that the thong’s waistband and leg straps snapped away into several pieces.   Troy then shoved his middle finger into Gabe’s butthole.

       The stud yelled, now unable to continue both the scissors and the cock squeeze.   When Gabe released his holds, Troy quickly crawled away from the lethal legs, but kept his finger inside the butt.

       “Get up!” yelled Troy.

       He used his finger to force the black stud to his feet. Throttling him around the neck with his left arm, Troy bent the guy’s body backward as he pushed forward into the handsome butt with his right.   Gabe spread his legs for support while Troy choked and finger-fucked him simultaneously.  The guy’s bowed-out body made a luscious sight.   Even his buddies liked seeing it. They didn’t seem to care now if he won the match or not:  his sexy struggling gave them a dick-hardening ex­perience that greatly overshadowed everything else.

       “Submit!” yelled Troy.

       The stud held out, somehow absorbing the punishment.   But when Troy started plunging the ass with more power, he couldn’t take it anymore.

       “No!   No!” shouted the stud.   “I give!   I submit!”

       Troy let him collapse to the mat, where he lay groaning on his back.  The winner held his butt-taming finger up in victory.  The onlookers shouted and whistled their congratulations.  But Troy, rather than gloat over his victory, dropped down onto one knee beside Gabe. 

       He stroked the guy’s chest and spoke to him quietly—although the cheering crowd didn’t allow anyone to hear him.

      “Great match, man.  Are you O.K?” 

      Gabe smiled as Troy massaged his abs, then his balls. 

      “Yeah, but you sure gave me a workout!”

      Troy pulled Gabe up to his feet and put his arms around him as the crowd cheered the two naked wrestlers.  Roth suddenly walked behind Troy and raised his arm in victory.  Troy turned to acknowledge him and his jaw fell open when he recognized Roth. 

       “Oh my god!” shouted Troy.  He immediately pressed his mouth against Roth’s and showed the audience one of the longest, most athletic kisses they’d ever seen.

       Adam walked next to them and addressed the crowd.  “As you can tell, this is a major reunion, boys, so let’s hear it for Roth and Troy!”  

      The onlookers exploded in another roar of approval.  During it, three handsome, naked youths from the audience joined the group and stood smiling beside Troy.   Troy put his arms around them and quieted the audience with a hand.

       “My three boys wanted to see this fight, and I’m sure glad they’re here with me!”  

      After more yelling and whistling from the crowd, Adam made another statement.   “It’s clear that these guys like each other a whole lot!  Let’s give ‘em some privacy!   Show’s over for tonight!”

       No one objected.  But many grinned at the sight of the seven tanned and naked studs on display in front of them as they filed out of the room.  When the last spectator had exited, Roth and Troy kissed again—and hugged, as only wrestlers know how to do.  Gabe grinned and stroked Troy’s ass.  Adam put his hand on Gabe’s butt it fondled the winner’s gorgeous ass.  But maybe happier than the others, Troy’s three radiant boys stood next to him, tall and proud of their adopted dad.

      Troy introduced each one of the boys to Roth, Adam and Gabe: Fletch the oldest, Slim the youngest, and Tally.  Tally seemed especially close to Troy emotionally and showed no hesitation about showing his love with countless aggressive kisses and pats on Troy’s ass.  

        After a few moments, Roth spoke to Troy, his voice choked with passion.  “I missed you so much.  Every day was hell without you.”  

       “Kane made it hard for me to get away, sir.  Then I worried that Kane might punish the boys if I left.”   Troy paused with a frown on his face.  “Will he come after us, sir?” 

       Roth smiled.  “No.  My buddy Adam and I took care of that—I’ll explain later.   But now, I have something for you.  Get down on your knees and close your eyes.”

      Troy complied, not knowing what to expect.   Roth opened his hand and grasped a cock ring.  He made Troy feel it with his tongue.  Troy kept his eyes closed, but tears started to run down his face as he recognized the feel of the metal object.  He ran his tongue over the letters R-O-T-H etched into its surface.

     The Master’s gift, once removed by Kane, had come back to him. 

      “Open your eyes,” instructed Roth.

      Troy looked up at the Master with yearning and thankful eyes.

Roth slipped the ring onto Troy’s cock head, making the rod twitch excitedly.   Troy grunted in ecstasy, as though Roth had his cock trapped in an erotic submission hold that would surely make him cum.  Troy clutched his Master’s thigh.  Roth slid the saliva-coated ring down the shaft with painstaking slowness.   The lower the ring went, the more Troy’s pleasure increased.

       Adam, Gabe and the three boys got down on their knees alongside Troy as they witnessed Roth restoring the ring to its rightful owner.  Roth inched it lower, driving Troy crazy with pleasure and desire.

       “Yes!   Yes!” he whispered Troy, feeling the cock ring—and Roth—becoming part of his maleness again.

       When the ring at last came into contact with the top of Troy’s balls, the guy began to claw his lover’s thighs.   Troy spread his legs wide and grunted.   Roth examined the bulged-out balls with his fingers.  Troy gasped in pleasure as his Master hugged the swollen testicles one at a time.  Roth then he dropped onto his knees and enclosed as much of Troy’s huge shaft as possible into his mouth.   De­lirious pleasure attacked every inch of the pole.

       The guys around him stroked each other as they watched Troy deliver his primal essence into Roth—the seed that Troy had made solely for his partner.  The sight of Roth swallowing Troy’s loads pushed many of the guys to erupt in cum themselves.  

       After sucking Troy dry, Roth released the handsome, athletic shaft.  The Master then moved behind Troy, put his arms around him and pushed his boy down to the mat on his chest.  Troy groaned in pleasure as he felt Roth slide his cock into him—slowly, deeply, lovingly.   Pleasure consumed his ass and gradually his entire body.  Roth set his fucking at the slowest pace he could handle without shooting off.     

       “Troy, you’ve gone through a lot for me—and not just for me,” said Roth.  “In caring for these three beautiful boys, you also developed yourself into a Master—but not just any Master:  one of the highest order.   So now you and I are two Masters, three boys and one love.”

       Troy gasped at the words.  The faces of his boys glowed with boundless admiration and tears.  At the same time, Roth’s shaft sent ripples of pleasure throughout Troy’s ass.  Then the pleasure spread, flowing into every inch of his body.  All of his muscles began to flex, celebrating Roth.   And in that flash of a moment when only silence can speak, each communicated an identical message to the other:   “Forever.”

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