Incident Behind the Battery Street Gym

Ed threw his workout clothes in the knapsack and said good-bye to his buddies. As usual, he left the gym via the back door to save time getting to his car. Shadows of sunset had begun to creep across the narrow alley. Ed shut out the sounds of the city and thought about the college paper he wanted to finish tonight. He almost failed to notice a dark-haired guy leaning against a building on the right side of the alley. When Ed approached, the guy stepped into his path. He wore an unbuttoned black leather jacket, close-fitting jeans and cowboy boots. He appeared to be in his early twenties. Although Ed was shorter by several inches, he wasn’t intimidated by the stranger.

“How ya doin’,” said Ed.

The guy held up a cigarette. “Got a light?”

“Nope, don’t smoke.” Ed tried to walk around him, but the guy moved in front of him.

“You came from the gym?”

“Yeah.”

“You work out there?”

“Yeah.”

“Me and a friend wanna start doin’ that, but we don’t know anybody there, or what equipment they have. Could ya be a buddy and help us out?”

“No problem. Just go in and talk to Craig. He’ll get you started.”

“Hey, great. You look like you’re in great shape—what kinda stuff did ya do to get that way?”

“A bunch of things. Look, I’m running late. I gotta split….”

“Wait a second,” said the guy. “Here comes my buddy, J.D.”

A guy sprinted up to them from behind Ed. He was Ed’s height, appeared to be younger, and had red hair. He wore a sweatshirt, white sneakers and Levi’s that clung to him like a glove.

“I found a guy who works out at the gym,” the guy said to J.D.

“Good deal, Mike,” said the shorter guy, looking over Ed’s physique.

“Listen guys, I gotta go,” repeated Ed.

J.D. turned to Ed. “Guess what J.D. stands for—jumbo dick!” He pushed his crotch forward to emphasize his big bulge. “How many inches YOU got? We don’t work out with short stuff!”

Ed wedged his way between the two, but J.D. immediately tripped him. Ed’s knees struck the concrete hard. He rolled on his back and started to reach for his hurting knees. Mike intervened and grabbed both hands. He jumped on Ed’s chest and pressed his hands against the concrete. With Ed securely pinned, he brought his crotch up close to Ed’s chin. “Your head looks good between my legs!” said Mike.

“Somethin’ else looks good too,” said J.D., staring at Ed’s crotch. He sat down on Ed’s muscular thighs and moved a hand toward Ed’s fly. The guy laid his hand across the prominent bulges and had to spread his fingers extra wide to fully surround them. A charge of excite­ment zapped through him as he inspected the bulges carefully through the soft denim.

Ed squirmed and grunted, unable to throw the two guys off him. At last he simply gave up and laid there, hoping the guys would soon end their fun and split. But the two had watched Ed for several days and were now ready to spend some time “delaying him.” J.D. began to rub Ed’s dick. He could make even straight guys fully erect in a short time, much to their shock and embarrassment. J.D. smiled as he felt Ed’s meat lengthen and harden. He gradually applied more pressure, savoring every second and every inch of Ed’s tool. He found places that responded well to his squeezes and concentrated on them. The cock’s thickness grew far beyond what he expected.

“What’s he got?” asked Mike.

“You’re not gonna believe the rod on this guy!” answered J.D.

For once in his life, Ed wished he’d been born with smaller equipment be­tween his legs. Suddenly the two dragged him into a small, dark area between the walls of two old brick buildings. Mike pushed a large barrel in front of the opening to block the view from the alley. J.D. tied Ed’s hands behind him with a piece of rope and rolled the jock on his back.

The guys sat facing each other on Ed’s hunky physique—Mike on the stomach and J.D. on the thighs. Ed tried to move his hands, but immediately discovered there was no way he could get loose. He felt a hand tug at the top of his Levi’s. It opened the fly one button at a time. After unhooking the lowest button, J.D. peeled the jeans down to his knees. “You first,” he said to his buddy.

Mike ran his hand along the thin jockstrap that hugged Ed’s hard tool. “Holy shit! What a fucker! This is gonna be fun!” Mike gave the rod a squeeze.

Ed squirmed helplessly again. “Let me up!”

Mike continued. “No loud noises from you, man, or we’ll turn your balls into a punching bag!”

Mike clamped a bear hug on the tool. He held it for a long time, watching Ed gasp. “Pretty neat, huh!” said Mike, releasing the grip. “Want another one?” Ed grunted as the guy put a second power squeeze on the sex muscle. Then a third.

“Yeah, get him!” urged J.D.

Ed lost track of how many cock-crushes Mike applied. Then the guy pulled a pocket flashlight from his jeans and aimed its beam at the long bulge in Ed’s brief. “I think it wants out.”

“I think you’re right.” J.D. jerked the brief down next to the Levi’s.

“Wow, talk about well-hung!” said Mike quietly but excitedly.

“Man, we struck it rich this time,” whispered J.D., studying the large equipment.

Mike moved the light in close. He directed the slender beam up and down the tool, slowly examining it from the wide, cut head to the thick base. Ed raised his head to see what the guys were up to, but could only make out the silhouette of Mike as he sat on his gut, legs spread wide.

“Shine it on the nuts,” said J.D.

Ed could feel the warm beam move down the cock and scan his balls.

“Yeah. Nice ones, ain’t they. I get ‘em first,” said J.D.

He took hold of the guy’s balls, one with each hand. Mike stuck the penlight between his teeth, directed the light to Ed’s crotch, and put his hands around the jock’s tool. Ed gasped as both guys squeezed, challenging his rod and balls with two submission holds at once.

“Yeah, we’ve got ya, jock,” gloated J.D. “And there’s nothin’ you can do about it!”

But this was only the beginning. After working over Ed for several min­utes with their double squeeze play, the guys unleashed even more torture.

“I bet you like it rough, don’t ya!” said J.D.

He yanked the basket away from the crotch, held it there, and started shaking the nuts back and forth. At the same time Mike began to wrestle the cock with powerful upward jerks. Ed froze in shock. But suddenly he felt an intense wave of sexual pleasure sweep through his rod. He realized the guys intended to make him shoot.

“No!” gasped Ed.

“Yes!” whispered J.D., feeling the cock prepare to ejaculate.

Ed couldn’t avoid a loud, long groan as Mike pulled his juice up and out of him. The cock exploded in huge spurts of cum that went straight up.

“Yes, baby!” said J.D.

Ed grunted, writhing in an orgasm that seemed to last much longer than usual.

“What a tool! You always shoot like that?” asked Mike. We’ll untie your hands if ya promise to be a good boy,” offered J.D.

Ed nodded in agreement, thinking they were finished with him.

While J.D. untied him, Mike took off everything but his tee shirt. He sat down on Ed again, this time facing the jock’s face. He aimed the light at his rod to give Ed a good eyeful. Mike’s tool stood straight up. If ever there was an athletic-looking tool, this was it. Strips of pulsing flesh ran along its sides like muscles flexing in a pose-down.

“Ever sucked one?” asked Mike.

Ed was silent.

“That’s O.K. I’ll give ya a lesson.”

The guy pushed the cocktip to Ed’s lips. Ed turned his head away. Mike grabbed it with both hands and centered it again. “Don’t make it difficult, man! My buddy’s gonna start punchin’ your nuts unless ya make my cock feel good real fast!”
Ed failed to cooperate.

“Give it to him,” Mike said to J.D.
The redhead hit one of the big nuts with two fingers. Ed jerked. J.D. did the same to the other one.

The jock twitched in pain.

“And that’s only with two fingers. Wanna see what the whole fist feels like?”

“No! No!” begged Ed, now ready to comply with Mike’s request.

Mike turned off the light and eased the rod downward until it filled the jock’s mouth. “Now, tongue it, man.”

Ed did the best job he could, fearing another attack on his balls.

“Yeah, that’s it. Hey, you’re pretty good at it. Bet you’ve done this before, haven’t ya!” He began to slowly slide his cock up and down, going all the way to the balls. “Oh god,” whispered Mike, overcome with pleasure. “You’re a pro, man!”

Meanwhile, J.D. stretched out between Ed’s legs. He started to lick the jock’s cockhead. The rod twitched excitedly. He steadied the bottom of the tool with his hands and did some intense, deep sucking. Ed groaned as pleasure gripped his shaft once more.

Mike was going crazy. “Oh, yeah! Just a little more,” he whispered. But Ed wasn’t about to take this guy’s juice. He suddenly dug his teeth into Mike’s hard tool.

The punk cried out in pain. Ed dropped his jaw and Mike pulled out, clutching his smarting rod.

“Fuck!” yelled Mike.

J.D. sat up. “What happened? Get bit?” he asked with a grin.

Mike sat on his knees in a beautiful crotch spread. “I’m gonna make ya regret that, hotshot!” He sank the fingers of each hand into the jock’s trapezius muscles, grinding them unmercifully. Ed jerked his head as the pain ripped through his shoulders and neck. He tried to yell, but it came out only as a muffled groan.

J.D. got up, flipped the light on and laid it down in a corner. The faint glow was enough to illuminate Ed, but not bright enough to be seen from the alley. He crawled over next to Mike and looked at the hold he was applying.

“Good one, man.” He turned to his buddy, admiring the strong legs and tight, rounded ass. “I love it when ya sit up on your knees like that.” He moved a hand behind Mike’s thighs and up into his crotch. J.D. hooked five fingers onto his buddy’s hard nuts and gave them some slow, sexy, downward pulls.

“Oh yeah,” grunted Mike. He loved it when his buddy got him from behind that way. As J.D. played with the nuts, Mike became more horny and aggressive. Suddenly Mike abandoned the nerve hold, spun around, and plunged both open hands into Ed’s gut. The jock cried out again. He pounded his fists against Mike’s back, begging him to stop, but the punk worked his hands deeper and deeper into his victim’s abs.

J.D. watched, amazed. It was the roughest double-claw he had ever seen. Mike leaned into the hold with his full body weight, digging in as far as he could. Ed cringed from the pain. He was so out of it that he had no idea how long Mike kept the hold on him. Finally Ed became aware that Mike had let go, although his stomach still felt the fingers’ brutal grip. Then he heard Mike say to J.D., “Show him your specialty.”

J.D. smiled. It was just what he’d been waiting for. As a wrestler in high school, J.D. wasn’t allowed to use a hold like this. So he saved it for the times when he could wrestle guys in private. He’d enjoy wearing a guy down, then going after his dick until he had it super stiff. Staying on the cock until it exploded in the wrestler’s jock­strap, or in his bare hands, was to J.D. the best way to beat a guy.

J.D. pulled off Ed’s jeans and jock. Then he got up and stood over the guy’s head, facing the sexy crotch. Positioning himself in a wide leg spread, J.D. slid his arms under Ed’s back and lifted his victim off the ground. He lifted until he had the guy suspended in a beautiful bridge, with the jock’s neck trapped tightly in his crotch. J.D. coiled his powerful arms around the hunk and squeezed like a python. Ed tried to twist out of the hold, but knew it was a lost cause and gave up almost immediately.

Mike’s juices boiled within him as he gazed at the awesome sight—his buddy in an extremely wide stance, wearing skin-tight Levi’s, bear hugging a naked hunk bridged high with his stiff cock and nuts on full display. He couldn’t hold himself back. It was his moment for double-teaming, and his moment for ultimate revenge. He dropped to his knees between the hunk’s legs. He pushed them apart easily: the tortured jock couldn’t offer any resistance. Mike gripped the insides of the thighs and slowly forced them into a crotch-ripping split. Ed was sure his body was being torn in half.

“How do ya like this one, stud!” said Mike.

Ed groaned as pain attacked his crotch.

“I’ve got somethin’ even better for ya!” said Mike.

Keeping Ed’s legs split, he bent forward and took the jock’s hard basket in his mouth.

“Ah! No!” yelled Ed. Mike put the nuts between his teeth and started to press down. A new and ferocious pain stabbed into his maleness. Mike sank his teeth further into the gonads. Panic stricken, Ed struggled wildly to get loose, but J.D.’s arms were wrapped around him like steel girders.

The jock’s attempts to escape turned J.D. on in a big way. But when Ed’s arms gradually went limp, he knew something was wrong. He looked at Mike. Through the dim light he could see Mike’s mouth still around Ed’s basket, feasting on the stud’s balls, and showing to sign of stopping.

“He’s had enough,” said J.D., releasing the bear hug and lowering the jock’s back to the ground.

Mike opened his jaw and looked up at J.D. with fiery eyes. “Mind your fuckin’ business! I ain’t finished with him yet!” He captured the balls between his teeth again.

Suddenly Ed’s body jerked, then stiffened in terror. The look on the jock’s face made J.D. decide to get the mad dog away from Ed before he did major damage.

He crawled behind Mike and put a hand between his buddy’s legs.

“Let him go or you’re nuts get it,” he warned.

Although Mike was well aware of what J.D. could do to a guy’s balls, he was fed up with J.D.’s attitude and ignored him. The tall hunk clamped into the balls and twisted them violently. Mike cried out as a sickening pain paralyzed his crotch, then his whole body. His mouth opened and he fell sideways to the ground, clutching his crotch.

J.D. leaned over Ed, alarmed. “Shit, man, I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” He looked down at the severely reddened ballsack. “You’re gonna be all right. Just hold on. Hold on.”

Mike was down, but not out. He recovered quickly and sailed into J.D. The hunk locked him in a body scissors that meant business. While J.D. squirmed on his back, Mike went after his crotch. He had sex-wrestled the handsome redhead privately on many occasions and knew how to hurt him badly. “You’re dead, buddy.”

The redhead let out a rasping yell as Mike assaulted the nuts with a murderous squeeze. Unbearable agony gripped the kid. Keeping J.D. locked in the scissors, Mike kept the torture going. J.D. screamed in pain, unable to escape. Determined to punish the guy even more, he unzipped J.D.’s Levi’s, angrily seized the naked nuts and reapplied the killer hold.

“God No!” yelled J.D.

But Mike didn’t stop there. While squeezing the balls, he poked into them again and again with his middle finger. J.D. pleaded with him to stop, but Mike attacked relentlessly.

“I’ve had it with you,” he said to the redhead. “You’re nothin’ but trouble. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time!” He made the hunk scream even louder, not caring if anyone heard.

J.D. couldn’t stand it any longer. He smashed his fist into the back of Mike’s neck. Stunned, the guy fell backward and J.D. crawled out of the scissors. The redhead managed to get to his hands and knees, but the agony in his crotch prevented him from going any further.

Ignoring the pain that ravaged his neck, Mike pulled himself up. He came up behind J.D. and slammed the kid’s balls with the side of his hand. J.D. sank to his stomach, screaming in pain. Mike rolled him over. The kid was out of it, unable to raise an arm or leg against the hunk. Mike looked over at Ed and got an idea. He dragged the jock next to J.D. “Pull his jeans down!”

Ed wearily got up and did as ordered. “Now get between his legs.” The jock positioned himself. “His cock’s goin’ soft. Lick it.”

Ed looked at J.D.’s rod and hesitated.

Mike moved a threatening hand toward Ed’s balls. “Do it!”

Ed lowered his head and slid his tongue along the kid’s rod. J.D. grunted in pleasure.

“Keep goin’ or your nuts get it!” warned Mike. Mike grinned as J.D.’s rod grew hard. “Now, suck him!”

As the jock began the blow job, Mike pushed up behind him. The hunk bent down, resting his chin on Ed’s back. He brought both hands around the jock’s waist and seized his rod.

“Hey, still hard—I like that. Gives me something to hold onto while I fuck ya!”

He pushed his cockhead into the jock’s ass. Ed flinched as he felt the shaft bore into him.

“Yeah! This’ll be a fuck you’ll never forget!” said Mike. He thrust his tool forward and back again, gradually increasing the speed until the juice boiled inside him.

Suddenly J.D. lifted a leg and kicked Mike squarely in the balls. The hunk immediately pulled out of Ed and collapsed on his stomach, crying in agony. J.D. helped Ed get his jeans on.

Enraged, Mike looked up at J.D. “This isn’t finished, man!”

“Yes it is,” responded J.D. “All of it.”

Ed and J.D. got to their feet and, holding each other up, stumbled through the dark alley to J.D.’s car. The redhead drove to his apartment, where the two guys spent the night recovering—and licking their wounds.

(end)