Jock Killers

The two men met through a stroke of luck. The fetish exhibitionist and bondage king known as “J.R.” did a show in Ken’s town, and Ken had looked forward to it for weeks. He had jacked off countless times while viewing J.R.’s website images, and now he could see that incredible body for real.

After J.R.’s performance, Ken begged the management to meet the stud in person. It almost didn’t happen: J.R. rarely granted visits from fans. But on this particular night he became curious about this fan’s persistence, and he allowed it. When J.R. opened the door of his changing room, he still had on the leather Warlock mask, the red latex thong he’d worn in his show, plus bicep bands and harness. He invited Ken inside and closed the door.

To Ken, J.R. looked even more magnificent up close. J.R.’s stature looked greater than his six-foot height, his chest looked broader than its 43-inch width, his biceps looked more muscular than their 15-inch measurement. The front of his thong seemed to bulge out farther than it did during his show. At 180 pounds with a 30-inch waist, he resembled a Greek god. For an awkward moment, Ken couldn’t speak. He just stared.

“I’m Ken,” he finally said. “My full name is Kenji, I’m Asian.”

“Good to meet you Ken,” J.R. replied, shaking hands.

J.R. immediately liked the soft-spoken stranger. He also liked the guy’s slender, muscular build and very short-cropped black hair. His tee shirt carried the words, “Extreme Wrestling.” Ken’s tight jeans outlined a dick that appeared partially hard. But J.R. especially noticed the Asian’s balls, which looked unusually large.

“So you liked the show?” asked J.R.

“Oh yes, I had to see you in person. I was hoping I could….”

Ken couldn’t finish the sentence out of embarrassment.

“You could….what? What do you want?” asked the handsome stud.

“Could I touch your bicep?”

“Step closer,” said J.R. He held up an arm and flexed it for Ken.

Ken cautiously put a hand on the massive muscle.

“Like it?” asked J.R.

“Yes, yes,” replied Ken. “Much better than just seeing it!”

J.R. let him have a good feel of the rock-like bicep. Ken seemed entranced by it, but he also stared longingly at J.R.’s crotch.

“Anything else you’d like?” asked J.R., surprising himself with such a suggestive question. But he couldn’t resist. The Asian’s touch had aroused him and he didn’t want the guy to leave so soon.

“Can I feel your….balls?” whispered Ken, tentatively.

J.R. widened his stance, inviting Ken to fulfill his desire.

Ken slowly wrapped five fingers around his idol’s firm sack and began to check out each testicle carefully.

J.R. gave the kid lots of time to check out his balls. Ken’s touch made the testicles and sack skin tighten in a matter of a few seconds. The hunky Asian moved his fingers only slightly, in a kind of subtle massage. At the same time, his thumb and first finger found the sensitive bottom of J.R.’s dick. The stud couldn’t help opening his mouth from the pleasure as the fingers pressed into it. His dick hardened quickly, pushing the thin, latex thong way out. Ken kept a firm, steady pressure on the spot and ball sack.

“So you like wrestling?” asked J.R., referring to Ken’s t-shirt.

“Sure.”

J.R. slowly pulled Ken to his side, wrapped an arm around the dude’s neck and into a moderately serious headlock. Ken liked that choice of holds, because the headlock allowed him to continue his grip on the stud’s balls. The two guys didn’t move for a long time. They seemed glued together, each unwilling to release the other.

“You make my nuts feel good, man,” admitted J.R.

Ken smiled but did not answer. His fingers seemed to do his talking for him and J.R.’s testicles definitely liked what they said.

Twinges of pleasure began to race through the stud’s cock. He knew that the sexy stranger could trigger an orgasm if the ball-cock hold continued. Using the headlock, he turned Ken around and pushed him backward, pressing his shoulders against a wall—a move that ended the Asian’s ball hold.

“Now I get to touch you,” said J.R.

He opened Ken’s jeans and pulled them down. J.R. smiled when he saw the little hunk’s skimpy red brief, which barely enclosed a stiff rod longer than J.R. expected. He pinned Ken’s back to the wall with his left hand. Next, he took hold of the long bulge with his right and squeezed. Ken groaned in ecstasy as his idol put varying degrees of pressure on the cock. Suddenly J.R. crushed it between his steel-like fingers. Ken yelled in pain. The stud made a wide stance and added an upward pull to the cock-killing squeeze. Ken cried out again.

“This is MY fetish—torture,” grunted J.R.

Ken’s pain became intense. But the sight of the stud’s muscles, his packed thong and his dark eyes glaring through the menacing mask made the Asian’s excitement grow. Raw pleasure quickly flooded his whole body. He spread his legs as J.R.’s commanding presence proved irresistible to his cum. Ken flattened his palms against the wall. His heart raced. Consumed with ecstasy he couldn’t control, his jaw dropped.

“Show me your juice, boy!” whispered J.R. He looked down at the kid’s brief, eager to see it darken with the first shots of sperm. He didn’t have long to wait.

Ken gasped as his cock reached the breaking point. The first shots came quickly and fired right through the thin, cotton brief—five big ones. The rest pumped into the jock, filling it as Ken grunted along with each ejaculation.

“Yeah, give me every drop!” said J.R.

Ken nearly blacked out from the pleasure overload.

When his cum pump finally stopped, J.R. pulled down the brief and watched Ken’s wet cock twitching in pleasure. He flicked it with a fingernail, making Ken shout in pain. He did it several more times. That forced out another big shot of sperm.

“Is that what you wanted?” asked J.R., drilling his eyes into Ken’s.

“Yes, master!” answered the exhausted Asian.

“Are you satisfied now?”

Ken answered with a question: “Will you wrestle me, master?”

J.R. knew that with his greater height and weight, he could easily dominate the kid in a wrestling match. He thought about the torture moves he’d like to use on Ken and the enjoyment of watching him suffer. He looked down at the kid’s awesome testicles. A wrestling match would give him a way to get at those big balls and have some fun with them. J.R. decided that attacking the balls would be his winning strategy. It was an idea that he simply couldn’t resist.

“Yes, we’ll wrestle,” replied J.R. But it must be tomorrow: I fly home in two days.”

Ken was overjoyed. “Come to my place—I have wrestling room with good mat!”

The moment they stepped onto the mat in Ken’s dimly-lit basement, they stripped and threw their clothes toward a dark corner of the room. Ken now saw his muscle god naked for the first time and was spellbound by every inch of him—especially the stud’s thick, upright cock.

J.R. was eager to destroy his sexy opponent, but resolved to do it slowly and break the kid piece-by-piece. The match started sensuously, even affectionately, with stroking of arms, legs, abs and es—even inserting fingers into butt holes as they applied holds. But gradually the holds became more serious, and painful. The affectionate body-stroking and pleasure groans gradually disappeared, replaced by occasional cries of pain.

J.R. loved his weight and height advantage. The easy ability to dominate the handsome Asian hunk and inflict pain gave him a tremendous rush. He always thought of wrestling and bondage as the same thing: stalk your opponent, trap him in a hold, then torture him as long as you can. J.R. figured that Ken would not put up much of a defense, which made it a dream match-up for J.R.

But this encounter fulfilled a dream for Ken as well. He loved feeling the stud’s tall, muscular body coiled around him, pressed against him, controlling him. Any pain would become secondary to the arousal he gained from contact with J.R.’s sexy physique.

Suddenly J.R. grabbed the Asian around the waist with both arms. Ken gasped from the power of J.R.’s biceps as they crushed him in a huge bear hug. J.R. spread his legs wide and increased the hold’s power dramatically. The pain made Ken tilt his head backward and clamp his teeth together.

“Yeah!” yelled J.R. “Drink in the pain!” He had plenty of muscle to keep the hold going, and he did.

Ken made no attempt to escape. He loved the hold, whether applying it or trying to survive it. He dropped his head onto J.R.’s shoulder and put his arms loosely around the hunk’s neck. He couldn’t deny the pain, yet the hold made his cock feel incredibly good.

“I wanna hear you give, boy!”

Ken remained silent: despite the pain, he wanted to the bear hug to last longer. But J.R. took the hold to new levels of pressure that made it almost impossible for him to breathe. His face turned red. His arms went limp. When he finally did utter a submission, J.R. kept applying the hold anyway.

“I love hearin’ a guy submit! Say it again!”

Ken gasped out another submission, then another. J.R. maintained his murderous hold on the horny Asian, intending to render his victim unconscious. He also liked feeling the guy’s hardening dick and balls against his gut.

The bear hug went on for so long that when J.R. broke the hold, his opponent fell to the mat, hardly able to take a breath. And when he did, his ribs and sides hurt badly. Ken didn’t move. He finally got to his hands and knees. J.R. looked down at the sexy little stud, admiring the compact body and also planning his next attack. He waited until Ken got to his feet.

J.R. plunged a fist into the kid’s gut, then slipped behind. He grabbed Ken around the waist and cock-locked him using both hands. Ken grunted, bent forward and tried to pull the hands off. But he couldn’t out-muscle the stud.

“Ah!” yelled Ken as the hands squeezed his cock harder.

“Gonna give me your sperm again?” asked J.R., enjoying his capture of the Asian’s sex muscle.

“Fuck!” yelled Ken, not wanting to lose his cum and his energy this soon in their match.

But the squeeze brought with it a pleasure that the Asian could not easily dismiss.

“Yeah!” whispered J.R. The hold made him think about his first gay encounter as a young teen, and witnessing his first orgasm….

He and his buddy Kyle were wrestling in his bedroom, playfully stripping each other over the course of the match. They eventually tore everything off except their briefs. At one point J.R. caught Kyle in a painful leg split. Kyle struggled mightily to get free. As he did, his dick began to get stiff. The longer he struggled, the harder it became. Watching his buddy try to fight his way out of the hold gave J.R. a hard-on as well. He later realized that domination and bondage scenarios aroused him greatly, but at this early encounter, he hadn’t figured that out yet. Kyle’s long rod soon made an impressive bulge in his brief. With the guy restrained in the split, J.R. saw his chance to go after his buddy’s cock. He slid his fingers inside the brief and squeezed. Kyle yelled—more from the unexpected pleasure than from any discomfort. Next, J.R. added a slow, milking motion. Kyle groaned from the pain of the split and the pleasure building in his cock. But the pleasure quickly became so intense that he could feel nothing else. Just before Kyle’s first-ever climax, his athletic body stiffened. He cried out as his cum exploded in the spectacular power-blasts that initiated him into manhood. The teen’s hot cum shot all over the inside of the brief. J.R. loved feeling the warm liquid squirting onto his fingers. He had no intention of letting go, even when the cum stopped firing. He released the leg split but kept his grip on Kyle’s throbbing rod.

After a few minutes, J.R. began to jack the slippery shaft, wondering if he could make it shoot off again. That drove Kyle crazy with pleasure. J.R. tried to hold his buddy down with his other arm, but Kyle bucked with such force that J.R. had to jump on his chest to keep him in place. J.R. worked on the rod until he forced his buddy to climax a second time. He later thought that having some rope to tie Kyle’s hands and legs would have made the job easier, and more sexy. At their next encounter, J.R. stuffed rope pieces in the pockets of his jeans and did use them—not only on his buddy’s wrists and ankles, but on the guy’s balls and cock too. Both teens became so turned-on by the experience, that they each shot off several times. That was the day that J.R. got hooked on bondage for good…..

Ken started to make groans that to J.R. meant “orgasm on the way.” The kid’s cock became incredibly hard. With only seconds away from shooting, Ken fought back, jabbing J.R.’s side with an elbow. The Asian knew how to focus his jabs to produce the greatest impact. After a barrage of these strikes, the pain finally took its toll on J.R. He released Ken and pushed him to the mat on his back.

Before Ken could stand to resume the fight, J.R. grabbed a leg and—as he had done in his first sex fight with Kyle—split the guy’s legs to immobilize him. Ken could do nothing to escape the painful hold and immediately submitted.

J.R. didn’t release the hold. Instead, he took advantage of Ken’s wide open crotch to stare at the amazingly large and alluring testicles. Since he had no interference from his pained victim, J.R. put his fingers on them and began to examine the giants. Ken groaned—both from the pleasure of the exam and the pain of the wishbone hold.

J.R. spit on the hard sack and began to fondle and massage it. The heavy testicles responded by tightening and beginning to move up toward the cock in excitement. The stud discovered that the way he massaged the balls caused them to move up and down, revealing Ken’s degree of arousal.

“Damn,” said J.R. “Wish I owned balls like these.”

“If you make me submit again, you earn the right to own them!” replied the Asian.

“That’s a deal,” said J.R., giving the balls a final, sexy check.

He broke the leg-split and let Ken get to his feet, still staring at the massive nuts. J.R. attacked, grabbing Ken’s right arm and twisting it in a sudden, painful motion that made him yelp in pain. He used it to pull Ken to the mat on his stomach, then jumped on his back. He grabbed the Asian’s other arm and forced both arms up and forward.

“Give!” shouted J.R., knowing how much hurt two extreme arm bars can produce.

“No!” yelled Ken.

J.R. pushed the arms further, causing the Asian incredible pain. But no matter how far he took the arms, Ken somehow withstood the pain and refused to give up.

J.R. grew impatient. He threw down the arms and rolled Ken onto his back. He would finish the tough little hunk with the hold he had been waiting to use. He sat on his victim’s right shoulder, facing his crotch. He placed a bent leg on the Asian’s left shoulder to hold him down. J.R. next pulled up Ken’s right leg by gripping it under the knee and securing it under his right arm. The cradle-like hold forced the Asian’s crotch open, revealing the giant balls in all their glory. With his free left hand, J.R. curled his fingers into a claw position and displayed it for Ken to see.

“You know where I’m goin’ with this, don’t ya!”

“Not my balls, sir!”

“Get ready for it, boy!” grinned J.R. He looked admiringly at the sexy target filling Ken’s crotch—off limits in most wrestling encounters, but not in this one. He could have the sack all to himself, for as long as he wanted.

The hunky little Asian cried out as J.R.’s hand plunged to his balls and captured them with a shocking, instant squeeze. “Ah! Shit!” shouted Ken, as pain shot through the huge testicles.

J.R. didn’t give the guy any breaks. “Does this hold frighten you?” asked J.R., squeezing the balls harder.

Ken winced, trying to absorb the debilitating pain. “Yes, sir!”

“What are you gonna do about it?” said J.R. sarcastically.

“Nothing, sir! I can’t! But I must handle it.”

“You’d better!” said J.R. “I’ve got ‘em and I’m keepin’ ‘em for a while!” He tightened the squeeze further, making Ken cry out in an agony that continued minute-after-minute. “I could injure your balls this way—isn’t that right, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

J.R.’s arousal grew as he squeezed the Asian’s manhood. “Havin’ a hard cock is great, but havin’ two stiff nuts like these is even better.”

Ken gasped as the pain increased.

“Do you think I’m gonna stop and give your nuts a rest?”

“No, sir.”

“Correct.” J.R. suddenly pressed the big balls into each other forcefully.

“Ah!” yelled Ken.

“Take it, man,” advised J.R., keeping the testicles crushed together.

Ken continued to scream as the torture went on. J.R. now seemed to exist in a different world. He didn’t hear his victim’s shouts. He had become focused entirely on the Asian’s massive balls.

Ken did not try to power out of the cradle; from his position, that was impossible: J.R. had him tied up well. Instead, he managed to lift his left arm enough so he could stroke the stud’s left bicep in a gesture of affection, hoping that would generate some mercy.

J.R. enjoyed the stroking—especially while he was inflicting pain on his victim’s nuts. The attention from Ken made the stud’s cock jump. J.R. took time to work on the balls in all his favorite ways—by probing them with one or more fingers; by applying major pressure to one testicle over several minutes; by slapping the hard sack repeatedly; by pinching the balls in various spots; by using a variety of pulls and twists, and creative combinations of these.

But after fifteen minutes, J.R. had only begun to “play” with Ken’s magnificent, egg-sized testicles. “It’s not very often I get to wrestle a set of balls as big and hard and sexy as yours, boy,” explained J.R. “We have a long way to go,” he told the helpless Asian.

Throughout the following minutes, Ken shouted his agony during every new move the stud used on his balls. But the location of J.R.’s muscular left thigh prevented the Asian from seeing what J.R. was actually doing, and that was probably a good thing. J.R. made each maneuver last a long time, then he would readjust his grip and go to another torture move. But at no time did he release the nuts completely.

“Do you like the pain?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Does it make you horny having your balls worked on like this?” asked J.R.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yeah, for me, too. Nothin’ sexier than controlling a guy with his balls,” said J.R. He got a special thrill out of slowly twisting the sack, causing Ken to shout out frantic screams. He would follow that with a twist in the other direction, sometimes holding the sack in an extreme position, demanding that Ken “take it” for longer and longer periods. All the while, J.R. watched the Asian’s handsome cock closely, observing its reactions to the testicle work.

“Your cock’s lookin’ real good,” reported the stud. “It’s gettin’ all red and excited.” He started to pull down on the sack. That lifted the heavy cock well above Ken’s gut, hanging over the Asian’s impressive abs.

“Yeah,” whispered J.R., seeing the cock strain as he put the big testicles through a long series of squeezes.

“Fuck, I think your cock wants to show me a sample of your sperm.”

J.R. kept his eyes on Ken’s cum hole for the first sign of an emerging drop of sex juice. More ball-squeezing pushed the cock’s pleasure higher.

“Make me cum!” begged Ken at last.

But J.R. let the cock hover anxiously over the Asian’s body while he tormented the balls with more pulling and squeezing. Ken gasped as his cock struggled toward a climax. But without direct stimulation, the rod could only beg the bulging testicles for cum.

The motions of the cock enthralled J.R. and inspired him to work on Ken’s giant cum factories for another quarter-hour. Then came the sight J.R. had hoped for—a drop of sperm appeared in the cock hole.

“There we go, buddy,” said J.R. “Some of your cum wants out. Think I can squeeze more out of your big balls?”

Ken groaned as J.R. tried. The Asian had begun to tolerate some of the pain caused by the endless squeezes, pulls and twists that J.R. came up with. Yet he could also feel an occasional prick of pleasure at the tip of his cock. Ken correctly guessed that each faint prick signaled a new drop of sperm exiting his cock hole. It didn’t happen regularly, but every time a drop rolled across the head’s surface and fell onto Ken’s abs, J.R.’s cock twitched. So did the Asian’s tormented cock, preparing for a climax that never came.

“Take my cum!” said Ken, unable to stand the pleasure any longer, yet unable to trigger an orgasm.

“I’m already takin’ it, boy—a drop at a time.”

“Please make me shoot, sir! I’ll do anything you want!”

The stud considered that possibility for a moment. “Suck me off?”

“Yes, sir! Deep throat me!”

“Swallow my cum?”

“Yes, gladly, sir! Shoot it down my throat!”

J.R. smiled. “I’ll think about it,” he mused, ratcheting up the ball pain once more.

Ken gasped. “My balls can’t take any more! I give!”

“You’re such a wimp. But you do have the sexiest nuts I’ve ever seen.”

Ken groaned in anguish. “They’re yours, sir. Please let me cum—any way you want!”

J.R. put the balls through a final, cruel squeeze, then released the tortured sack and the cradle. He sat alongside his victim and proudly displayed his tall, fully erect rod to Ken. “Suck my cock, boy!”

The Asian sat up and touched the tip, giving J.R. such a rush of pleasure that his eyes immediately closed in ecstasy.

“Give me a minute, sir,” said Ken, holding his ball sack with a pained expression on his face. I can’t do it with my nuts hurting so much.”

“Take a minute,” replied the stud. “I want you to do a good job.”

Ken reflected. “Every time I fantasize about you, I imagine you shooting with your hands tied up. That always makes me so horny that I shoot.”

J.R. grinned. “Nothin’ wrong with that idea. Go ahead, tie my wrists if that’ll make you hornier.”

Ken rose to his feet slowly, holding his balls. “You really got my nuts, sir.”

J.R. smiled. “You’ll feel them for a week.”

Ken delayed a little longer as he cupped his still-aching testicles with a hand.

“Stand,” said Ken finally. “I can tie your wrists up here.”

The stud reached both arms above his head. Ken immediately secured them. He used straps dangling from the dark ceiling that J.R. hadn’t noticed before. Just as quickly, the Asian found two straps between the workout mats and fastened them around the stud’s ankles. They were far apart, forcing J.R. into a wide stance.

“You look very sexy like that,” said Ken, fondling his own cock. He walked behind J.R. and caressed the stud’s round buns. “A beautiful ass.” He slid a hand through J.R.’s crotch and felt the guy’s low-hanging balls. “Yes, very hard,” he said, inspecting the testicles. Then he removed his hand and walked away.

“Let’s get started,” said J.R., feeling pleasure pulsing from his cock down into his balls.

But when Ken returned, his appearance shocked J.R: the kid wore a leather jock, harness, arm bands, mask, boots—the works. He brought a stool and sat down in front of J.R.’s tall shaft.

“Now you will learn that I am a master also—and you WILL learn,” announced Ken in a different, commanding tone of voice.

“You a dungeon master?” asked JD, taken aback.

“First, I must prepare you.” The Asian held up a can and aimed it at J.R.’s rod and sack. He pushed down on the top, quickly coating the cock and balls with tingly, white shaving foam.

“Hey, that feels good,” said J.R., figuring that Ken would use the foam as lube.

But instead, Ken produced a blade and held it against the stud’s hairy ball sack.

“Does this frighten you?” asked Ken.

J.R. looked stunned.

“Answer my question!” said the Asian, pushing the blade into the balls farther.

“Yes, yes… What are you gonna do?”

Ken smiled but didn’t answer the question. “We will start. Don’t move, or the shaving cream will turn red from your blood.”

The Asian proceeded to shave J.R.’s ball sack, directing the blade expertly around each testicle. He went slowly, making sure to cut every hair. When he finished, J.R.’s sack tingled from the stimulation and from a new feeling of nakedness and vulnerability.

Ken wiped off the remaining cream and re-inspected the smooth sack with his fingers. “Good,” he said. The Asian took hold of a testicle loosely with each hand. He took a wide stance. “Now we see what your balls will take.” Suddenly his fingers clamped into the balls with tremendous force.

J.R. shouted as pain tore into his balls. Ken grinned, watching his victim writhe and struggle against the torturous squeeze. “In Korea we have this special way to find a man’s true strength.”

“STOP!” yelled the terrified stud.

The pain was horrible, but it got even worse as the hold progressed.

“Do you submit?”

J.R. desperately wanted the pain to end, but his pride prevented him from giving up so soon. “No! I’m not submitting!” he gasped.

But the brutal Asian ball hold soon began to destroy J.R.’s bravery. The maneuver gave him much more pain than the most vicious nerve hold he had ever experienced. Ken’s fingers never moved, yet J.R.’s pain increased with each passing second.

“It’s makin’ me feel sick!” yelled the stud.

“That will pass,” said the Asian coldly.

J.R. responded with more agonized cries.

“Tell me you like this,” said Ken.

“Fuck!” yelled the stud. “Please stop!”

“I’ll stop if you tell me you like it.”

J.R. didn’t trust the Asian, but the pain became too severe to tolerate any longer. “I like it! I like it, sir!” roared J.R. at last.

“Good,” said Ken. “Then you won’t mind a little more.”

J.R. screamed from his gut as the pain kept increasing. “Oh god! No more! Please, sir!”

Ken refused to disengage. He made J.R. feel the Korean claw for another two minutes, but to the victim it seemed like two hours. Even after Ken released the balls, J.R. kept screaming from the pain.

“Good job, boy” said Ken. “That hold can wreck average balls. But yours are tough ones, way above average.”

That statement hardly eased J.R.’s anxiety. His heart raced so fast that he nearly hyperventilated. His breathing didn’t normalize for many minutes. But the claw did accomplish something significant: it made J.R. respect the Asian as nothing else could.

Ken stroked the stud’s foamy, erect shaft, causing much-appreciated pleasure after the ball ordeal. “That special hold is worth knowing how to do,” said Ken, sounding like a buddy ready to help him. “Sometime bring me your best, well-hung slave. I’ll use his balls to show you how it’s done.”

J.R. nodded in agreement, still breathing too hard to speak.

Ken brought the razor up to the tall cock and began to shave it. “Not much hair here, but we must have it completely smooth.”

J.R. didn’t mind. The blade gliding up his shaft felt terrifically good. When Ken finished, he lowered his mouth to the stud’s shaft and sucked it. J.R. grunted in pleasure. Then Ken consumed the entire rod, pressing his lips against the top of J.R.’s ball sack and holding it in that position. The cock swelled. J.R. cried out as powerful spasms urged the stud’s cum to shoot up the shaft.

But Ken released the rod to avoid an eruption. While J.R. recovered from the excitement, a big load of pre-cum oozed out of his cock.

Ken smiled and licked it up. “You have a good taste,” he reported. He paused, then enclosed J.R.’s whole shaft in his mouth again.

“Shit!” gasped J.R., while the Korean master re-energized the pleasure-seeking cock.

As before, Ken brought J.R. to the point of orgasm, but released the rod just before the stud could climax. He studied the shaft as it twitched in frustrated, orgiastic pleasure.

“Fuck!” yelled J.R. “Let me cum, master!”

“You have much to learn yet.”

“Yes, master,” replied J.R., reluctantly accepting his fate as more pre-cum drained from his nervous rod.

Ken licked up the liquid and checked out the pulsing shaft in several places with a thumb and finger. “I like your cock, boy. Extremely straight and rigid. Ready for a test.”

The Asian hunk walked out of sight again. He returned with a long object in one hand, a narrow, nearly transparent, plastic tube with a rounded end. Ken held it near J.R.’s face and pushed a button in its handle. It glowed red and emitted a faint buzzing sound.

“My own invention,” began Ken. “You’ve felt electro devices before, but this one is different. When activated while touching skin, it will release heat plus a strong electric charge.”

J.R.’s eyes opened wide in fright.

The Asian continued. “I call it the Lextreme. I put in a small light source that comes on when it’s releasing electricity.” Ken demonstrated by placing the tip of the Lextreme on his left thigh and pushed the button. The muscular thigh twitched during the three-second demo and Ken’s face contorted briefly in pain. “Very sexy. Let’s try it on you and see what happens.”

“No! Please!” said J.R.

Ken proceeded without delay and pushed the tip of the Lextreme against J.R.’s gut. “Tell me when you want it.”

J.R. knew he had no way to escape. He summoned all his strength. “Now, sir!”

Ken pushed the button and kept it held down for several grueling seconds as an electric charge assaulted J.R.’s muscular abs. Three long, involuntary screams burst from the stud’s mouth.

“Feel good?” asked the horny Asian. “It must. Look at how that makes my cock jump.”

Next, he put the end of the Lextreme in the center of J.R.’s exposed right arm pit.

“No!” yelled the already out-of-breath J.R., imagining the pain that would result if he got zapped in that super-sensitive area.

Ken pushed the button.

“Ah!” shouted the stud in his loudest voice. The pain stabbed the pit, but also invaded his whole right shoulder.

The Asian grinned and moved the device toward to J.R.’s cock.

“Fuck no!” yelled the stud, even more agitated than before. He tried hard, and unsuccessfully, to pull himself out of the restraints.

Ken pointed the Lextreme downward until its smooth tip touched the hard surface of J.R.’s cock head.

“Tell me if you feel the charge go all the way to your balls,” said Ken.

“No! Don’t do it!”

The Asian put his finger on the button. “How many seconds do you want?”

J.R. was too upset to answer.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll decide for you.”

“Oh god! Two… two seconds,” stammered the stud.

“Not enough.”

“Five seconds!” corrected J.R., not wanting to risk angering the Asian.

Ken pressed the button and held it down as he counted to five. But the stud never heard the count. He was too busy screaming from the pain. It felt like a nail had been driven down his shaft.

“Did it get your balls?” asked the Asian.

J.R., still screaming, couldn’t answer.

“Let’s make sure this time.” Ken lowered himself onto one knee and brought the Lextreme’s tip against the bottom of J.R.’s ball sack.

“No, you fucker!” yelled the stud.

Ken slowly pushed the pointed end of the vertically-held instrument up into the sack, working it in between the testicles.

“Stop! Stop! That’s gonna kill me!” begged J.R.

But the Asian master kept pushing farther into the stud’s package. To J.R, the object’s invasion of his sack was scary enough by itself. He did not want to think about what would happen if Ken turned on the device.

The tip of the Lextreme moved upward through the sack until it finally reached the lowest part of J.R.’s shaft. Ken held it there, nudging the spot for some time at his discretion. The stud squirmed, feeling an odd but pleasurable sensation deep in his cock.

“I could make you cum if I went on like this,” Ken explained, watching the cock pulse as he probed. “Maybe when I activate the switch, my invention will make you cum.”

J.R.’s anxiety skyrocketed.

“Are you ready to find out?”

“No, master! Take it out! Please, no!”

“How many seconds this time?”

J.R. was breathing too fast to answer.

“Then it will be my decision,” announced Ken. He pushed the button, lighting up the Lextreme and sending a jolt of hot electricity into J.R.’s balls and simultaneously up his shaft.

The horrified stud screamed until he became hoarse. The pain ripped into him again and again, as though it would never end. If he had observed the device carefully, he would have seen the red light go on and off several times: the horny Asian almost went out of control, giving the balls extended, repeated charges that practically sent J.R. into unconsciousness by the time the torture ended.

After regaining his senses, J.R. saw no more of the device. But his balls hurt like hell.

“Look at your cock,” said Ken.

The shaft jerked frantically, itching to shoot.

“It’s ready, boy. We will have to preserve this moment.”

Ken got up from the stool, went to a wall switch, and increased the room light. J.R. looked in amazement as he viewed many large oil canvases hanging on all four walls. Each one depicted a different guy, naked, and tied up with ropes or restrained in some way. Each sported an erect cock, ready to shoot. J.R. noticed that each guy had a wild expression of pain or ecstasy on his face—he couldn’t decide which. The colors in the portraits were equally extreme in their brilliance; the balls and cocks all strained at the peak of excitement. J.R. could tell that all were painted by the same artist—an artist of great ability.

“Wow, man—master—did you paint these?” J.R. asked Ken, who had left the room.

“Yes,” replied Ken, returning with an easel and canvas. “And you are my next subject.”

J.R. could see most of the unfinished portrait. It was a drawing of himself, tied in his present position.

“I started this yesterday, and now you and I will finish it.”

Ken took a narrow brush and dipped it in oily pigment. Instead of applying it to the canvas, Ken slowly guided it up J.R.’s shaft. The brush’s soft bristles made the cock’s swollen veins expand and pulse wildly. By the time the brush reached the hard top of his shaft, J.R. was out of breath from the pleasure-strain.

Ken moved the brush to his portrait and used the remaining reddish color on the image of J.R.’s cock. As he did, more pre-cum flowed from the hole. Ken picked it up with his brush and transferred the liquid to the drawing of J.R.’s shaft.

“Your cum blends the colors well,” noted Ken. “Let’s have more.”

The stud tried to shoot off as Ken again tickled the sides of his shaft with the delicate bristles. But Ken removed the brush at the last second, leaving the cock loaded with unreleased sperm that silently screamed for release.

“Ever had your cock-hole fucked?” asked Ken.

“No,” answered J.R., still breathing fast and hard.

“Now you will.” Ken flipped the brush upside down and lubed it with his saliva. He held the pointed tip above J.R.’s rod. “This will hurt at first.”

J.R.’s body froze in fear. Ken held the bottom of the cock steady with one hand and lowered the brush’s wooden end to its sperm hole. Then he gradually worked the brush’s round, narrow end into the hole’s opening.

“Ah! Fuck!” yelled J.R., feeling the narrow object enter his shaft.

“Yeah,” whispered Ken. Taking his time, he pushed the brush lower and lower, simultaneously twisting it back and forth with two fingers. Within a couple of minutes he had three inches of it inside the shaft.

“Oh god!” shouted J.R.

Ken slid the handle down another inch, then let go of the brush and cock. He sat back and admired his handiwork, while the shaft tried to adjust to the intruder’s presence. “Looks very good, very sexy,” commented Ken. The Asian stroked his cock as he watched J.R.’s impaled shaft twitch. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, master, it hurts down deep.”

“We can fix that.”

Ken grasped the brush’s handle and began to gradually pull it up. J.R. started to feel pleasure within his shaft from the upward motion of the object. But in a few moments, Ken reversed direction and pushed the round handle down again. The stud gasped as the object slowly returned to its previous position far inside his cock. When Ken reversed direction again, J.R.’s pleasure grew. The Asian grinned at his subject’s facial reactions. He kept J.R. groaning by repeating the brush’s motions—slowly up and slowly down, slowly up, slowly down, slowly up, slowly down…..

Every movement increased J.R.’s pleasure, but in small degrees. Yet, after a while, the stud felt more ecstasy than he knew what to do with. Pre-cum worked its way upward, caressing and lubricating the handle. Pleasure also tempted Ken as he felt the cum-slippery handle move with less friction inside the stiff cum-tube.

“You may want to shoot, but that wouldn’t be a good idea,” warned Ken. He inspected J.R.’s testicles with his free hand, separately and together, for several minutes. “Full. Lots of sperm,” he said. “Very tight, very sexy.”

The sensation of Ken’s fingers checking out his balls greatly heightened J.R’s pleasure. He fought to break the wrist straps that held him captive.

“You can’t escape,” remarked Ken calmly.

J.R. tried to crouch. He tried to thrust his cock and balls forward to intensify the pleasure. But the ankle and wrist cuffs kept him confined. Tears of frustration and pain and pleasure filled his eyes. Ken continued his slow, hypnotic fucking of the stud’s tube, always building the ecstasy in his shaft.

“I gotta shoot!” screamed J.R.

“Fight it. You can’t cum now.”

Perspiration rolled down J.R.’s body. His cock stretched upward. Pre-cum rose to attack the handle.

“PLEASE, sir!”

“Quiet!” demanded Ken. He removed the brush before the stud could climax.

J.R. gasped as the pleasure began to fade away.

Ken looked intently at the stiff shaft. “We need a little more sperm.” Without warning, he gave the cock a hard slap.

“Ah!” yelled J.R.

The Asian slapped it again, enjoying J.R.’s shouts of pain. He did it numerous times. After each slap, the cock quickly returned to its upright position, ready to take another hit.

“Your boy likes this,” said Ken, slapping the muscle with increasing power.

“Yes, sir!” cried J.R., attempting to mentally overcome the pain.

Ken kept striking the shaft. “That’s right, absorb the pain.” At last he held the stiff, reddened cock steady and felt it with his fingers. “Excellent.”

Soon a load of J.R.’s sex juice started oozing from his cock hole. Ken captured an amount on his brush and applied it to his drawing. He returned to the hole to pick up more, mixing it with the colors on his small palette. Every touch of the brush to the inflamed cock head produced an incredible amount of short-duration pleasure. J.R. writhed and groaned, begging Ken to make him cum.

Ken paused to look at his painting, and also to give J.R. a brief rest. Afterward he began to use the stud’s wide cock head as a palette. He mixed several colors there, blending them with J.R.’s pre-cum to get the result he wanted.

The portrait’s subject agonized, perspired and yelled as pleasure bursts caused by the brush brought him to the point of orgasm many times over more than an hour—but never over the edge. J.R.’s mouth remained open in continual exasperation. Finally Ken put the finishing touches on his canvas and showed it to J.R.

“Now you will hang on my wall for all to see,” said the Asian.

J.R. could hardly focus his watery eyes on Ken’s masterful work. In the image, a tied J.R. screamed in brilliant colors, his biceps flexed, his wide-spread legs strained, red-orange balls bulged against a dark blue background, his red-orange, neon shaft struggled to explode at any second.

“But you look much better face-to-face,” added Ken with a grin.

The Asian cleaned the colors off of J.R.’s pulsing shaft, then watched it jump in response.

“Please master, can I cum now?”

Ken teased the stud’s balls with more sexy feels. “I think you’ve earned it.”

At those words, J.R.’s sack skin tightened in pleasure. Ken held J.R.’s sides with his hands and lowered his face an inch away from the waiting rod. Ken gave the head a single lick with his tongue.

“Ah! Fuck!” cried J.R. as ecstasy electrified the entire shaft.

A load of pre-cum spurted from the rigid cock-hole. “Now I take your strength, everything that makes you a stud. Are you ready to give it to me?”

“Yes, master! Take it!”

Ken brought his open mouth down onto J.R.’s shaft. Using his tongue and lips, he put considerable pressure on the sex muscle without moving. J.R. screamed from the outrageous pleasure this created. His balls reached upward; his body froze, prepared for the release. Ken dug his fingers farther into J.R.’s sides, to hold him steady when the orgasm hit.

The dazed stud wondered how a motionless blow job could cause such an extreme pleasure! Was it another special Asian technique?

Ken grunted as he took possession of the full length of the stud’s shaft. A few seconds later, the restrained stud let out a breathtaking cry of ecstasy that resonated throughout Ken’s body.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot!” shouted J.R.

Then came the first blast of cum, piercing the shaft with pleasure. And the second, third, fourth and fifth—all full shots. Ken counted them. The sixth, seventh and eighth squirts exploded into Ken with as much power and cum as the first.

“Yeah! Take it! Take it all!” cried J.R.

The cum bursts continued. The ninth and tenth ones slowed somewhat, but the thick juice still pumped out in long streams. Ken growled like an animal in a killing frenzy, devouring everything that J.R. gave him. He shook the shooting cock back and forth, a motion that doubled J.R.’s pleasure.

The more cum he pumped, the more it weakened J.R. If Ken hadn’t tied up his arms, the stud would have collapsed to the mat with the ejection of his eleventh and twelfth cum-loads.

But now Ken started to give the shaft a traditional blow job, which pushed J.R.’s pleasure beyond the imaginable.

Ken would not let the ecstatic torture stop. The up and down movement on the cock became more intense. J.R. couldn’t stand it. He summoned his remaining strength and finally snapped one of the wrist straps, freeing an arm. Screaming in agony, he broke the other one and sank to his knees with Ken’s mouth still at work on the now hyper-sensitive cock skin.

The Asian pushed the stud down on his back while continuing to go after the shaft. The thirteenth and fourteenth spurts contained less cum than the others, but generated more pleasure. Each of J.R.’s hands grasped the mat as Ken forced his cock into overtime mode.

Ken eventually freed the muscle, but immediately grabbed it and started a potent jack-off motion with his hand. The stud lifted his upper body from the mat and screamed for Ken to stop.

The Asian kept up the assault, demanding that the shaft shoot again. It had no choice. Within a minute J.R. was pumping more cum and screaming as he had never screamed before.

Ken sat between J.R.’s legs, watching the stud try to regain his breath and his strength. It would take a while. Numerous cum shots had splattered onto his heaving chest. His cock still jerked, anticipating more juice from the empty balls.

The Asian unfastened the ankle straps and turned the stud onto his stomach. Then he started to explore J.R.’s fuck hole with a finger. J.R., drained from his massive orgasm, had no defense against anything that Ken now wished to do. Moments later, Ken slowly began guiding his cock into J.R.’s ass.

“Ah! You bastard,” groaned the stud.

Ken soon had himself buried in J.R. up to his giant balls. “How does it feel?”

“Like the huge shaft of a master fucker and a master painter!” gasped J.R.

“Get ready for a master shooter!” said Ken.

It didn’t take much fucking to whip up the Asian’s cum. The two masters clung tightly to one another as Ken’s shaft swelled in pleasure. At the peak of excitement, the Asian hunk pushed his rod in all the way and kept it there for ten long, magical seconds of pure ecstasy. Then, perfectly controlled, he fired his maleness into the stud with loud, conquering groans….

“Now we are more than buddies,” said Ken, smiling. “We are part of each other.”

J.R. agreed. “Leave your cock in.”

Ken did as requested, kissing the stud’s neck and shoulder, licking his ear, and treating his ass to playful, periodic thrusts. J.R. grunted as his body absorbed the pleasure.

Later, the stud rolled over and lifted himself off of Ken. He stretched out on the handsome body, chest-to-chest and put his arms under and around the Asian. It began as an embrace, but soon turned into a bear hug. During the long-held squeeze, their two cocks pushed into each other, trying to find which would become the best weapon in a cock-fight-to-come.

“Yeah!” whispered J.R., as he forcefully stabbed his newly-hardened shaft into Ken’s balls. The Asian grunted, feeling the sex spear attack his testicles again and again. Ken tapped out and J.R. rolled off him.

“You win that one,” said Ken, holding his balls and smiling. He started to stroke and massage his hurting testicles—to make them feel better, but also to show them off to his buddy.

The stud soon took over the massaging job on the huge balls, disarming Ken with pleasure.

“God that feels good,” said Ken. He paused. “I’ve been wanting to ask you what the “J” stands for in J.R.”

“Justin, but I also go by “Jock.”

“Sweet name,” said Ken. “Some of my slave buddies call me “Killer instead of Kenji.”

J.R. grinned. “Together we become “Jock Killer!”

“I like the sound of that!” replied Ken.

“I have an idea,” said J.R. “Let’s set up a bondage website. We could challenge the toughest guys to put their nuts and cocks up against us. How about calling it “Jockkillers.com?”

“Excellent,” said Ken, caressing his cock. “We can start with our own slave boys.”

“Just thinking about the possibilities makes me horny as hell,” admitted J.R., looking at the giant testicles of his new partner.

“That means it’s a great idea,” observed Ken.

“I can hardly wait to see you use your Korean ball hold on over-confident young hunks who think they‘re so tough!” said J.R. He slid closer to Ken and carefully arranged his right-hand fingers around one of Ken’s man machines. “Yeah,” he whispered, fondling the mammoth testicle.

Ken’s shaft acknowledged the attention below with twitches of pleasure.

J.R. moved his fingers to the other testicle for a while, then back and forth, comparing them in weight, stiffness, size. “I just can’t get enough of these,” he whispered, checking them out as if for the first time.

“They feel great every time you touch them,” replied Ken. He began stroking J.R.’s shaft.

After several minutes of fondling while they fleshed out their website idea, J.R. started to get up. Ken grabbed his foot and pulled the stud back down to the mat on his back.

“Hey, I have to get my cell phone,” J.R. said in a determined voice.

“Something urgent?” asked Ken. “More important than your hands on my balls and my hands on your cock?”

J.R. laughed. “I have to call the airline. I’m cancelling my flight. We have a lot to do together.”

“Good decision,” said Ken, giving the stud a long, passionate kiss. He rose, found the cell and returned to his naked buddy. Before J.R. could take hold of it, Ken dropped the cell squarely onto the stud’s unprepared balls.

“Ouch, you fucker!” shouted J.R., feeling a lightning bolt of pain strike his testicles.

“You wanted it, you got it!” said Ken.

“You’ll pay for that,” added the stud, holding his smarting nuts, yet grinning as he punched in the airline numbers.

“Not if you’re tied down again,” replied Ken, holding an ankle strap.

(end)