Late Night Re-Match

“This time I’m takin’ your sperm and then some,” said Ethan, stripping off his brief. His dick had hardened several minutes earlier, just thinking about juicing Angelo. He watched his hot, new buddy slowly slide his jockstrap down and off.

Angelo twirled the jock around a finger seductively. He loved flaunting his athletic physique whenever he had the chance, especially to Ethan. Angelo’s slender frame deceived many people: it packed amazing strength, like an Olympic swimmer’s body. Now naked, his cock stood upright against his gut for Ethan’s viewing pleasure—and for milking, if Ethan could wrestle it to submission.

“Whenever you’re ready,” replied Angelo, tossing the jock aside.

Only a few days had passed since the guys’ initial loser-cums-first encounter. Angelo took the match—along with every drop of cum inside his blond opponent’s gigantic balls. But Ethan had nearly defeated the guy a couple of times, bringing the curly-haired hunk very close to an orgasm. Ethan had thought about the match constantly—about how good he felt when his body touched Angelo’s, and about how he would go about winning the present match.

It would require more skill than last time: for this match they would use no oil. The match also differed because of the presence of a third person, Angelo’s friend Mike. After Angelo described the first match to Mike, the guy begged to attend the second one, not to referee or interfere in any way, just to observe. Ethan agreed.

When Mike showed up, his appearance took Ethan’s breath away. The dude had his hair cropped as short as possible, muscles that bulged everywhere, and eyes that pierced yours when they locked onto you. Mike stripped down to a very skimpy brief. “Just in case I wanna jerk off when I watch you guys,” he said with a grin. He sat down, pushed himself against a wall, spread his legs and started to slowly stroke his rod through the brief.

“Jerkin’ so soon?” asked Angelo, smiling. “What would your Marine buddies say?”

“Some of them would wanna be here to watch this!”

Ethan wondered how he could concentrate on the match with a hot, nearly nearly-naked Marine as the spectator.

“The first to make the other guy spill his juice wins—right?”

“Right,” answered Angelo.

“Looks like you guys are more than ready,” said Mike, focusing his gaze on the two vertical cocks. “Mind if I check nutsacks first—to make the start official?”

“OK with you, Ethan?” asked Angelo.

“Sure, but no cock feels!” Ethan replied, concerned about adding unfair stimulation.

“No problem,” said Mike. He stood up. “Spread ‘em boys.”

Angelo and Ethan took wide stances. Mike walked over to Angelo and put his fingers around the Italian’s balls.

Angelo smiled sheepishly and turned his face to Ethan. “He likes always to do this before matches!”

Mike gave the sack a thorough inspection.

“OK, OK,” said Angelo, somewhat impatiently. “Basta!”

Mike disengaged and took hold of Ethan’s balls. He fingered them carefully. “Dude, these are incredible. Totally sexy. Just like the rest of you.” He brought his mouth almost up to Ethan’s lips and whispered, “More with these later, O.K?”

Stunned by the Marine’s charisma and attention, Ethan gave an involuntary, approving nod. His balls seemed to flex as Mike’s fingers explored them.

“Mike wants to be doctor,” said Angelo, “just so he can examine guys’ nuts!”

They all laughed. Mike reluctantly released the big balls and sat down again along the wall, his cock now fully extended and pushing dramatically into his stretchy, white brief.

“What’s your report, doc?” asked Angelo.

“Two sexy sacks, man! Your nuts are real stiff tonight, but Ethan wins the size competition!”

“Smartass!” said Angelo, giving Mike the finger.

Ethan began the match aggressively by grabbing Angelo’s right leg and pulling his opponent to the mat with it. “Now, let’s see that sperm of yours,” he said, twisting the leg until he forced Angelo onto his stomach. Ethan stepped over the hunk and pulled the leg back into a half crab.

Angelo cried out from the pain—and from the shock of a getting caught in a submission hold so quickly. Ethan widened his stance and slowly began to lower his butt toward Angelo’s back.

“No!” protested the Italian.

Mike’s cockhead pushed further into his brief as he witnessed a perfect execution of his favorite hold. “Yeah, get him, Ethan!”

The blond stud sat comfortably on Angelo with the guy’s right leg locked up. He moved his left hand down to his opponent’s crotch and grasped the rock-like shaft.

Angelo grunted as Ethan began working on it with serious resolve. The Italian tried twisting and pulling body to free himself from the crab, getting nowhere.

Mike moved closer to Angelo’s face and started playing with his brief-enclosed cock to further humiliate his trapped buddy. “Get ready to pump it, man: you’re gonna lose!”

“I’ve got ya!” added Ethan, squeezing the muscle as he jacked it, hoping to force out enough pre-cum to lube the rod and make his job easier.

“Shit!” yelled Angelo in frustration.

“Squeeze his nuts, too—get that sperm jumpin’!” Mike said to Ethan.

The blond liked the idea and immediately locked Angelo’s balls in an impressive claw grip.

“Ah—no!” gasped Angelo, as Ethan tried to make the balls release their prized contents.

Ethan loved ball work and for several minutes his claw fingers let each testicle know that he meant business. When he then re-gripped the shaft, it had hardened further. Ethan resumed the jacking, confident that it would bring him what he wanted.

Mike whipped out his tool and brought it very close to Angelo’s face. “Remember when I took your sperm with this hold?” he asked, squeezing the frenulum area of his own cockhead to remind Angelo of his defeat. “You sounded so sexy when you shot off!”

The Italian grunted again as he recalled Mike’s relentless pinching of the sensitive spot, a move that produced a killer combination of pleasure and pain in equal and extraordinary amounts. Angelo soon gave up trying to fight it. But Mike didn’t want to end his fun so quickly: he tortured and edged Angelo for so long that his victim almost went crazy. When the orgasm finally came, it truly brutalized the guy. He would never forget that submission.

But thinking about the pinching gave Angelo an idea, and maybe his only way to escape the crab. He moved his right hand toward the underside of Ethan’s left thigh. He knew that he probably couldn’t reach far enough to pinch Ethan’s balls, so instead he seized the thigh skin with two fingers and clamped into it ferociously.

Ethan shouted in pain. He immediately lifted his butt off Angelo and moved backward slightly to break the skin clamp. He succeeded, but before Ethan could sit down again and resume the jacking, Angelo’s fingers grabbed for Evan’s bulging sack and made a good contact. Ethan yelped as pain stabbed into it. The Italian broke away from the crab and leaped to his feet.

“I thought you had him,” said Mike, stuffing his cock back inside the brief.

Angelo quickly caught Ethan’s right arm and used it to hurl the blond stud commandingly to the mat. Landing on his back, Ethan found his arm still controlled by Angelo, who lost no time locking it tightly between his legs.

The Italian started to twist the arm, making Ethan again cry out in pain. Then Angelo went to work on the wrist with several agonizing locks. “This is what I’m gonna do to your cock, boy!”

Ethan struggled to free himself, first by trying to kick out, and when that failed, spreading his legs wide and trying to bridge up high.

“Hot!” said Mike, stroking his cock inside the brief, while his eyes feasted on Ethan’s open crotch.

Unfortunately, Angelo took advantage of the blond stud’s sexy position. He grabbed the nearby right leg and pulled his victim closer. Now, having Ethan’s cock within easy reach, he wrapped his right hand around it. Aware from the first match that Ethan had a weakness for slow jacking, Angelo set a firm but leisurely pace. “How about a little lube, buddy?”

“Be glad to,” said Mike, crawling next to Ethan. He spit a big load of saliva directly onto the captured cock, then sat back to watch the result.

“That’s cheatin,’ man!” protested Ethan.

Mike only grinned at the guy’s predicament.

But Ethan didn’t have time to argue with the Marine. Soon Angelo’s jacking sent a strong wave of pleasure through the now slippery rod. Ethan attempted to stop the Italian with his left hand, but Angelo’s pace remained unchanged. Ethan struck the jacking arm a number of times, yet that had no effect either. He paused to think of another plan of escape. But soon another wave hit his cock, a bigger one. A feeling of ecstasy paralyzed him.

Mike saw it the guy’s face. “You’re gettin’ him,” he said to Angelo. The Marine moved closer, anxious to see the stud shoot his cum.

Ethan couldn’t let it happen. He grabbed some of the Italian’s toes and suddenly bent them backward.

Angelo howled in pain but kept jacking. Ethan bent them further until the pain became so great that the Italian had to release his victim.

“Good move!” said Mike.

Angelo crawled away, clutching his pained toes. Ethan instantly flew down on him, smashing Angelo’s back to the mat with his full body weight. Before the Italian could recover, Ethan lost no time going to work on the guy’s shaft. He knew he should have locked Angelo in a secure hold before setting his sights on the cock, but maybe he could get lucky and finish the guy this way.

Mike helped him out by leveling the playing field and spitting on the Italian’s rod. He also put an encouraging hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Go for it!”

Ethan went after the rod with a fierce, rapid jacking that it couldn’t resist. Still out of breath from the body smash, Angelo lay on the mat, dazed, as Ethan worked on the sexy shaft.

“Yeah!” said Mike.

Angelo groaned. He lifted his head off the mat, trying to regain his strength. But it fell back again as Evan drove the cock pleasure forward at a dramatic pace.

“That’s it!” said Mike. “Force him! Force him!”

The Italian swore as he felt some pre-cum shoot from his besieged cock.

Mike excitedly pulled off his brief and sat on his knees, revealing a massive, erect shaft. It twitched so much that Ethan wanted to reach for the huge muscle and make it shoot along with Angelo’s. As the stud moved his free hand toward it, Angelo suddenly slammed a fist into his gut. Ethan froze. The Italian followed up with two more powerful blows, sending Ethan to the mat.

Angelo saw his chance and jumped on Ethan’s chest, sideways. He pressed his folded lower leg into Ethan’s throat. The choke had an immediate impact. Gasping for air, Ethan tried to push his opponent off him. But no matter what he did, or how much strength he used, Angelo stayed in his controlling position.

“Come on, fight me!” taunted Angelo, giving Ethan’s gut occasional slaps and punches.

Ethan swung at Angelo with both hands, but never landed a serious hit.

“Now I get you,” announced the Italian, smiling down at his struggling, helpless victim.

“Put a sleeper on him!” suggested Mike, stroking his own cock. Somehow, seeing a guy succumb to the effects that that hold always drove Mike over the edge—especially if the loser had a hard-on while he went to sleep. “Then make him cum when he’s out cold!”

“Sexy idea,” replied Angelo. “But not this time. I want the boy to see me taking his sperm and not be able to stop it.”

The Italian hunk spit a load of saliva into his palm. He displayed it to his victim threateningly.

“No!” whispered Ethan, realizing that a lubed hand would finish him for sure. Determined to do anything to keep from losing again to Angelo, he attacked the Italian’s leg and side with a barrage of hard, defiant punches. But they had little effect.

Angelo grinned. “Now you’re gonna show Mike your sperm!” He spit two more times into his palm.

Mike moved closer, staring at the stud’s huge, protruding balls. Ethan tried again to topple Angelo, pounding and pushing on the Italian’s muscular leg. But he couldn’t get out of the choke.

Angelo spit once more for insurance. Then he slowly lowered his saliva-filled hand to the stud’s waiting cock.

Mike swallowed in nervous expectation. A spurt of pre-cum escaped from his cock-head.

Angelo’s slippery fingers began to thoroughly lubricate the pulsing shaft. Ethan groaned in pleasure merely from the feel of the guy’s fingers on his cock.

“Man, this one’s gonna be easy,” commented Mike.

“First I have more fun!” said Angelo.

The Italian suddenly put a crushing, painful grip on the shaft.

“Ah!” shouted Ethan. The severe hold instantly made Ethan clutch Angelo’s leg.

“Yeah, squeeze it!” yelled Mike. “Squeeze the cum outa him!”

Thrilled over his total control of the stud, Angelo added more pressure to the hold.

Ethan cried out again and clutched his opponent’s muscular leg tighter.

“Beg me to make you cum!” demanded the Italian.

“Fuck!” yelled Ethan, trying to absorb the pain.

“Say it!” Angelo repeated, crushing the shaft even harder.

Ethan gasped in pain.

The Marine started to jack himself as he watched his buddy apply the devastating hold. He didn’t know what turned him on more—seeing the incredible hold up close, or observing the agony it produced in Ethan.

“Say it!” demanded Angelo.

Overcome with pain, the stud could no longer tolerate the pressure. “Make me cum!” he said at last.

Angelo kept squeezing. “Beg me!”

“PLEASE, make me cum! PLEASE, sir!”

The Italian gradually reduced the pressure. “That’s what I wanna hear, boy!” He proceeded to reward the cock with slow, firm, upward pulling that he guessed Evan used on himself. When Ethan started to groan, he knew he had guessed correctly.

“Yeah, this is how you like it,” said the Italian.

Mike could see the truth of that statement in the stud’s reactions. Ethan’s cock looked stiffer and redder. His giant balls began to move upward.

Angelo smiled at the Marine’s excitement. “Ethan’s one hot boy—right, Mike?”.

“Shit yeah.” He laid his left arm across Angelo’s broad shoulders. “But you’re hotter.” Mike caressed his buddy’s shoulders and neck. “Thanks for this.”

Angelo grinned as he worked on Ethan’s cock.

The blond stud had stopped struggling. Choked and feeling the pleasure growing steadily in his rod, he knew Angelo would soon take his juice. Ethan also knew that the Italian had earned it. Angelo had won for a second time and Ethan respected the win. The stud spread his legs wider.

“He’s close,” said Mike to his buddy. “Make him give you every drop!”

Angelo leaned over and kissed Mike passionately. “I will. Just for you, man. Just like always.”

The words shocked Ethan. He wondered if the match had only been a setup for the Marine’s entertainment—maybe one of many such encounters that Angelo arranged for him. But that really didn’t matter much at this point. Pleasure was rapidly consuming him, and he prepared to yield to it.

Mike watched his buddy lead Ethan’s rod toward its ultimate submission. “Fuck—this is so sexy, man!” he said, patting Angelo on the shoulder. “Look at that awesome shaft!”

Angelo stopped the jack-off briefly, holding the ecstatic cock at its base so they could both admire it.

“Man, it’s so damn thick,” whispered Mike. He started to reach for it with his right hand, but stopped short.

“Not yet, buddy” said Angelo.

When the Italian resumed his jacking, a sizeable load of pre-cum emerged and mingled with Angelo’s saliva.

Ethan turned his head slowly back and forth, totally ensnared in heart-stopping pleasure . His balls pushed conspicuously against the bottom of his shaft.

“Finish him, man,” said the Marine, holding his own cock firmly.

Angelo slowed the jackoff, teasing Ethan to the bitter end.

The stud finally screamed through the choke and suddenly bridged himself high. Angelo held the shaft steady, forcing Ethan’s athletic, straining body to trigger the eruption on its own. That decision delayed the orgasm for several intense seconds. For Ethan, those ecstatic seconds became much longer. He felt his massive testicles attempt to hold back the juice, but the mind-blowing pleasure at last forced them to submit and release their potent contents. The moment of release sent a shudder through Ethan’s sexy physique. A second later, cum roared through the shaft, ravaging Ethan beyond description.

“Yeah!” shouted Mike, as the stud’s juice exploded from the cock-hole in big, thick loads.

The shots kept coming. Ethan gasped, unable to sense anything but his madly erupting cock. The spasms reached down into his balls, forcing out every drop. When no more cum remained, the spasms continued anyway, torturing Ethan as they tried to bring up cum that didn’t exist.

Angelo eventually let go of the cock and flexed his bicep in victory. “Two to nothing,’ boy!” he said, standing up beside Ethan in victory.

Mike’s eyes feasted on the stud lying in front of him with his back to the mat—naked, beaten, vulnerable, incredibly sexy, and continuing to groan in pleasure from the killer orgasm.

The Italian smiled at Mike’s twitchy pole. Angelo’s eyes urged Mike to make his move.

Mike winked at his buddy in a way that said, “Thanks, man.” He slid up close to Ethan and started to massage the stud’s stomach and abs. Ethan sighed at the comforting motions of the Marine’s hand.

But soon the hand found his cock.

“No,” said Ethan, almost painfully.

Still too sensitive?” asked Mike.

“Yeah,” said Ethan quietly.

“Angelo knows all the tricks,” grinned Mike. “Every time he nails me I’m really wiped out.” His fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on the cock.

“Ah…no!” yelled Ethan.

“Hey, let him hold it, man,” said Angelo. “He’s been waiting patiently for this. You really turn him on.”

“O.K. Just holding,” replied Ethan.

The Marine smiled and complied. But only for a minute or two. His shaft-holding gradually became shaft-inspecting. Then it became shaft-teasing and pressuring—not outright squeezing, but short, localized probing all along the tool. The cock tightened. When Mike started doing it to the cockhead, Ethan gasped and pulled Mike’s hand away.

“Come on, man. A little more. You’re so sexy,” said Mike.

Ethan had no strength left to resist, so the Marine began to play again with the stiff, round head of his cock. Ethan could barely tolerate it; the playing often felt more like torture than pleasure.

But after several minutes, the cock’s head had become numb to him. He could no longer feel Mike’s playful yet calculating fingers at work—only the sensations they aroused deep in his balls. Furthermore, Ethan could not feel his cock begin to yield its pre-cum regularly to Mike, enough to keep the head continuously slick.

“Yeah,” whispered Mike, captivated by the sight, and by the stud’s hot cream on his fingers.

Angelo rewarded his buddy’s work with shoulder and back caresses. He knew what Mike wanted to do. And he knew as well that his buddy would eventually do it—take the guy’s sperm any way he wished, by force if necessary.

Ethan’s legs started to make slight, involuntary movements, followed by similar, nervous hand movements—all reactions to the on-going work of Mike’s fingers. The Marine watched Ethan’s pre-cum submit to him in ever-increasing amounts. Ethan started to groan, finally aware of what Mike was up to. But by that time, it was too late.

Mike held back a little longer, but then couldn’t avoid wrestling Ethan’s rod with more determined rubbing and even some punching.

“No!” yelled Ethan, stung by too much pleasure. He rolled over on his stomach to escape Mike’s hand.

“So you want to make this difficult!” said Mike. He crawled on Ethan and sat his butt on the small of the guy’s back. Facing the stud’s ass, he forced a hand deep into the crotch, grabbed the shaft and pulled it out between the thighs.

“Ah!” yelled Ethan, realizing that the Marine was no longer playing around. Mike held the long rod with both hands, using the left to keep it steady at the bottom and the right to work on the top half.

Ethan shouted in agony as Mike went after the sensitive head with a series of savage bear hugs, punctuated by some sharp blows.

The stud pushed his upper body off the mat to stop the attack. Mike lost his balance, but Angelo intervened to assist. He straddled Ethan, crouched low and grasped the stud’s chin with both hands. Lowering his butt to Ethan’s back, he pulled the guy into an extreme camel clutch.

Ethan waved his arms in fear as Angelo and Mike, sitting back-to-back, tortured him on both ends.

“Camel it,” suggested Angelo.

Mike followed suit, pulling up and back on the shaft, a maneuver that made Ethan scream louder.

“Shoot it!” ordered Mike.

“No! No! I can’t!”

“Shoot!” yelled Mike, pulling the shaft back until it pressed against Ethan’s butt.

“Stop! Stop!” screamed the stud. He flailed his arms, trying to tap out by striking Angelo’s legs or hands.

“We’re not lettin’ you go until you shoot again, boy!” said Angelo.

“That’s right, stud: we wanna see more of your juice!” added Mike.

With both guys sitting on his back, wrenching his shaft and spine, Ethan had no choice. “Jerk me!” he shouted.

The Marine grinned and immediately began to work on the sex muscle with his own brand of jacking—unhurried, methodical, intense. It made Ethan strain in so much pleasure that it actually amounted to pain. The stud mentally begged his cock to shoot to end the torture.

Angelo bent his head forward and kissed the back of Ethan’s neck. “Nothin’ sexier than makin’ a stud suffer!” he whispered.

Mike used a hand to check Ethan’s balls. “Yeah, bulgin’ again! I think your nuts need encouragement!” He squeezed into them.

“NO!” cried Ethan.

“Yes! Balls are what I do best, dude!”

The Marine prided himself in all forms of ball submission holds. He had perfected ball claws years ago by practicing on his high school buddies. He made them all submit, every time. They soon learned not to resist when the muscle-bound guy grabbed their nuts. Some voluntarily opened their jeans for him—even in fairly safe public locations—or pulled down their briefs in private encounters, hoping that gesture would make him go easier on their balls. Mike loved dominating guys this way, particularly when he did it for an audience of other guys. Any onlookers always verbally supported Mike, afraid that if they didn’t, he would go after them next. Mike got the most pleasure when he made a guy jack himself to orgasm while he ball-squeezed him. Now a military guy, Mike gained the same reputation with guys in his unit. Whenever he wrestled any of them in private, they all eventually gave their naked nuts to him.

Angelo whispered in Ethan’s ear: “He’s gonna get ya, man! I taught him well!”

Determined to make Ethan one of his most spectacular conquests, Mike kept the sexy balls tightly locked in his claw, while he kept working on the shaft with his torturous jacking.

“Like it?” taunted Mike.

“Take me!” gasped the agonized stud.

“Not yet, man,” said the Marine. “You gotta feel this first.” He readjusted his claw fingers and dug into the balls with a shockingly vicious hold.

Ethan’s screams filled the room.

“Yeah!” gloated the Marine, gleefully punishing the big testicles.

“Finish me! Finish me!” shouted Ethan, pleading for a climax. But Mike had other plans: to delay the stud’s orgasm as long as possible, and then to take his cum without mercy.

As the jacking progressed, Ethan felt a distant pleasure through the pain. It grew, but way too slowly. The stronger it became, the weaker his body became. After five minutes of this, Ethan belonged to Mike alone: his body, his mind, his will, his pleasure, his suffering—every part of him.

“Too bad we don’t have some of my Marine buddies here to watch this,” he said to Angelo.

“Yeah,” replied Angelo.

“You wanna be the audience?” asked Mike.

“Sure.” Angelo let Ethan’s upper body fall to the mat, then moved close to Mike.

“Crab a leg so you can see the claw better,” advised Mike.

Angelo took hold of Ethan’s right left and pulled it up and back, fully revealing Mike’s stunning hold. “Man, that’s a good one.” His cock reacted with a pleasure twitch.

“I haven’t seen you get a guy’s nuts with a grip like that before.”

“New one. The best.”

Angelo looked closer, noting the position of each clawing finger. “Shit, I like where you’ve got your two bottom fingers; in super low and super deep—hot!”

“Yeah. My secret weapons. They’re gonna rock this boy hard, real hard. I tried it out on a guy in my unit. You should’ve seen it.”

“Did you make the tough Marine squeal?”

“Sure did. But no one heard him: I had him gagged with a sock.”

Angelo chuckled.

“Then I made him agree to suck me off—and swallow it. Which he did.”

“Shit, bad I missed it!”

“I’ll show you what I mean,” said Mike. He jabbed his two “secret weapons” further into the balls.

“Ah!” cried Ethan instantly, anguished by the sudden inrush of both pain and pleasure.

Almost immediately, Angelo saw a fresh drop of pre-cum escape from Ethan’s cum hole. “Fuck!” exclaimed Angelo. “You’re gonna have to show me how to do this one!”

Mike glanced at Angelo’s heavy ballsack and grinned. “I planned on doing that after I finish the kid.”

He spoke to Ethan. “You ready, boy? Say your prayers.”

Mike pushed the fingers in still further, causing Ethan to utter a loud, submissive groan. This time the Marine kept up the extreme pressure. The stud cried out in alarming shrieks.

“Yeah, do it!” yelled Angelo.

Mike forced the claw fingers deeper still.

The stud’s eyes opened wide. His cock suddenly tightened.

“Fuck!” whispered Angelo in disbelief as he witnessed the extreme claw hold do its work.

Mike stopped jacking and held the shaft tightly: the killer claw would now bring the explosion without any assistance.

Ethan had no reserves of energy left to prepare for the second orgasm. When it came, the massive eruption destroyed him. The sperm shots began as pleasure, but not all of them unleashed pleasure. Some pricked at the stud’s cum hole like needles when they exploded.

Ethan’s screams and yells turned Mike on so much that his twitching cock erupted untouched as it stood upright over Ethan’s ass. Mike’s airborne cum slammed into Ethan’s flying shots as both guys shouted in ecstasy.

Angelo continued to hold Ethan’s leg up during the long orgasm. The Italian’s shaft throbbed excitedly, eager to add its sperm to that of the other guys. But Angelo controlled his juice as he watched Mike and Ethan wildly expend their masculinity.

Mike finally collapsed beside Ethan. The stud rolled onto his back, displaying his still twitching rod.

“Shit!” groaned Ethan, totally incapacitated.

“I really got you good,” said the Marine with a grin. He put an arm around Ethan. “You’re OK, man.”

Ethan stroked Mike’s chest. “I didn’t think I had any more cum left!”

“I knew you had the balls for it,” replied Mike. “How about again tomorrow night, before I go back to the Base?”

“Yeah, if my nuts are recovered by then!”

Mike laughed and felt the stud’s sack. “These guys will be ready in less than ten minutes!”

Angelo stepped between his two exhausted buddies. “Mike, if you’re goin’ back to your unit, then I guess tonight’s MY night!” He grabbed the Marine’s still-hard cock in one hand and Ethan’s stiff shaft in the other. His buddies shouted in agony and begged him to let go. But he didn’t.

“This is what’s gonna do it for ME!” said Angelo. The Italian crushed the shafts with bear hugs that each guy would talk about—and feel—for a long time.

Torturing newly-spent cocks always turned Angelo on in a big way. “You’re trapped dudes! You know what you have to do!”

Angelo’s cock twitched as he watched the Marine squirm under his grip. Ethan worried that he’d have to shoot a third time—impossible!

But Angelo would have his fun, regardless. After all, the guys’ reward would be worth it—seeing Angelo shoot his stuff onto both of them, hands-free. And then saying,

“I win again!”

(end)