No Holding Back

“You’ll have to agree to three conditions if we wrestle,” advised Ned.

Evan listened carefully, because he had long dreamed of grappling with the gorgeous hunk.

“First, we do it naked. Second, only submissions count. Third, the winner gets to put a victory hold on the loser after the match, with no interference.”

Evan didn’t have to think about it. “Agreed.”

Ned looked at him with doubtful eyes. “You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Evan assured him.

But Evan’s outward confidence masked an inner anxiety he didn’t want to address. Deep inside, he feared Ned greatly. The hunk had more wrestling experience than he, had worked on bodybuilding for several years longer, and possessed a fierce—even sinister—attitude of determination. Nevertheless, Evan wanted to get as close to the perfectly sculpted thirty-two year old as he could. Ned’s newly started beard, the tempting 501’s that gripped his well-muscled legs, his broad shoulders and powerful arms, the mysterious greenish eyes—these drew Evan to the hunk like a magnet. The kid would have agreed to almost any condition in order to gain some physical contact with that body.

Evan’s dick proved it. The phallus had become fully erect under his tight Levi’s as he talked to the hunk. Despite the low light in the bar, Ned saw the long shape clearly. He also paid close attention to the substantial bulges in the kid’s crotch.

“One more condition,” added the hunk. “I check out your ‘nads before we go any further.”

“O.K., sure,” replied Evan.

Ned stood up and moved a hand toward the kid’s crotch. Evan remained seated on the bar stool, but spread his legs farther apart for the hunk. He didn’t really need to—his balls already stuck out prominently, thanks to the groin-hugging Levi’s he wore and the thong underneath. Ned easily put his hand around them. Evan looked down while the fingers examined each testicle thoroughly.

Lured by this erotic scene in the gay bar, a guy appeared beside Ned. “Can I have a turn at those when you’re finished?”

The hunk grinned at him sarcastically. “You wish. I’m never gonna be done with ‘em, dude.”

The words made Evan even more excited. His cockhead spit a load of pre-cum into the worn, light blue denim. Ned watched the liquid moisten and darken the fabric.

“Save some for later!” said the hunk. “Let’s get outa here.”

The two went to Ned’s place, a small house on the edge of the city. They had a few beers, then went downstairs to the hunk’s wrestling room.

“Let’s do it,” stated Ned, stripping himself quickly. He watched Evan pull off his shirt, shoes and jeans. “Hold up,” interrupted the hunk, aroused by the sight of the kid’s sexy white thong.

Evan paused. Standing in the center of the mat, he watched Ned circle him several times, admiring the curving buns and well-packed thong. He finally stopped in front of the kid and began to compliment the hard, thong-covered tool with his fingers.

“Hot shaft, man,” he said, examining the rod from top to bottom.

The cock pushed into the fabric, trying to get nearer to the hunk.

Ned smiled. He slid his hand downward and took hold of the big balls. “Have you done much wrestlin’?” he asked, still holding the sexy nuts.

“Some, in high school,” replied Evan.

Ned started to pull the ballsack toward him. “You afraid of me, kid?”

“No,” answered Evan, lying again.

“You should be….”

The kid stepped closer to him to reduce the pressure on his gonads. Ned immediately kissed him. His tongue lustily invaded Evan’s mouth and overwhelmed the stunned kid with passion. Ned held the ballsack more firmly while he kissed.

“….I’m gonna take your nuts, dude.”

That menacing prediction didn’t concern Evan at the moment. The affection from Ned obliterated everything else. He loved it, he wanted more.

The hunk, however, withdrew the passion as quickly as he had initiated it. “But first, I’m gonna take this.” He slipped off the thong and threw it to the other side of the room. “Yeah, that’s better,” grinned the hunk, enjoying his first look at the naked kid.

Evan’s mammoth testicles hung low between his legs. The handsome rod stood upright, waiting. The erect nipples punctuated a wide, smooth chest. The legs and arms had the beginnings of good muscular development. Ned circled the stud again—not to get another view of the sexy, rounded ass, but to surprise him with a reverse bear hug. He seized the narrow waist suddenly and savagely from behind. The squeeze instantly drove most of the air out of Evan. The kid opened his mouth in shock as Ned lifted him high off the mat.

The wrestler roared in triumph, knowing that he already had Evan in trouble. The kid grabbed Ned’s arms, but couldn’t budge them. He soon realized that he couldn’t breathe. The kid pounded on the arms hysterically. He wanted to yell out a submission, but had no breath to do it. After what seemed like an eternity to Evan, Ned at last released him. The wrestler took a step backward and Evan’s lungs once more took in air.

But the kid only had time to gulp a few breaths, because Ned quickly re-applied the bear hug. This time the hunk didn’t hoist his victim off the mat—he put all of his muscle into the squeeze. It paralyzed the kid. Evan tried to submit by tapping out, but his hands felt too heavy to lift.

Ned suddenly broke the hold and the kid fell to the mat on his knees, breathing hard. Moving in front of Evan, the wrestler pulled him up by his hair. Seeing the kid’s handsome vertical pole, he gave it a painful finger flick. Evan winced, shielding it too late with his hands.

Ned grinned again, then attacked with a heart-stopping, off-the-mat bear hug. Evan cried out in agony. The wrestler took a wider stance and crushed the kid mercilessly. Pressed between two hard bodies, Evan’s shaft throbbed in excitement. As Ned squeezed, pre-cum slowly rose inside the stiff sex tube. The kid attempted to wriggle himself free, but the struggling soon left him drained of energy. The kid’s head fell onto Ned’s shoulder in defeat. The hunk sealed Evan’s fate with an even more colossal squeeze. Then he opened his arms and let the kid sink to the floor on his knees, gasping for air. Ned stood beside him, his balls and cock rigid with strength and virility.

Ned dropped to knees beside Evan’s left thigh. He grapevined it, then grasped the right thigh and pulled the kid up and over onto his back with it. Now trapped in a wide leg split, Evan cried out as the wrestler pulled the thighs further apart.

“Wanna give?” asked Ned.

“No!” yelled the kid, determined to withstand the painful crotch-ripping hold.

The wrestler added more pressure.

“Ah! No!” shouted Evan, pounding the mat to help him tolerate the pain.

As the handsome kid suffered, Ned enjoyed the view he had of his vulnerable crotch. “You like boxing?”

“Yeah,” grunted Evan.

“Me too.” The stud made a fist and punched the kid’s defenseless ballsack.

“Fuck!” yelped Evan in shock and pain.

Ned gave the balls another quick strike. “These boys are more fun than my punching bag!” quipped Ned. He took aim and socked them again.

“Ah!” moaned the kid, unable to stop the attack.

“Good boy,” said the stud. He massaged the balls a little. “They deserve a rest.”

Ned put a finger on Evan’s asscrack and caressed it. The kid’s body tensed in fear.

“Easy—I’m just gettin’ acquainted,” said the wrestler softly.

He spit some saliva onto the butthole and pushed a fingertip into it. The kid grunted in protest, but his sphincter offered no resistance. Evan groaned again as he felt the finger going deeper and deeper into his warm ass.

Ned grinned as he saw the kid’s shaft buck in pleasure. “You like this, don’t ya!”

Once he had the finger fully inserted, he toyed with the ass for a while—twisting, fucking, fondling it—until pleasure built in his own anxious cock. He removed the finger and gave Evan’s butt a friendly slap. “Great hole. Great ass.”

Ned released the leg split. “I like your spirit.” He crawled on the kid’s gut and grinned down at him. But without warning, he gripped Evan’s right armpit and dug his fingers into the tender flesh. The kid’s shrieks of pain echoed throughout the room. Ned’s own yells of power and authority joined them. The hunk’s tall shaft jerked in excitement, goading him to increase the punishment. Ned followed suit and seized the left armpit. He leaned forward as he applied full pressure to both areas.

The paralyzing double claws prevented Evan from doing anything except screaming. Defenseless and wild-eyed, he could only stare at the stud’s massive shaft, directly in front of him. But even that juicy sight couldn’t distract him from the agony that kept stabbing into his armpits.

“I give! I give!” shouted the kid, unable to handle the pain any longer.

“Say it again!” demanded Ned.

“I submit! Please!”

The wrestler loosened his finger hooks and Evan breathed a sigh of relief. “Sexy pits, dude,” he remarked, tickling their insides.

Evan ventured a slight grin, yet he still clearly suffered from the effects of the claws.

“You’re doin’ fine,” said the hunk. He lowered his head and kissed the sexy kid. “I hope you’re not quittin’ on me.”

“I….I….” moaned Evan, not sure if he could continue.

“Remember, if you make me submit, you get to put the hold of your dreams on me, anywhere you want.”

Evan looked up at the athletic rod in front of him, imagining what he would do to it if he had the chance. “O.K,” he said at last, “I’m still in.”

“Fantastic!” Ned gradually moved his lips to the incredibly stiff nipple. Ned stretched out on top of the kid as he began stroking the tit seductively with his tongue. Evan put his arms around the hunk, immediately dazzled by the pleasure of the sensation.

But it didn’t last. Without warning, Ned clamped onto the nipple with his teeth. Evan erupted in violent screams as the hunk bit into it. He frantically tried to push and pull and pound on the wrestler to get him off. His efforts, however, had no impact. The hunk stayed put. The knife-like teeth kept grinding on his tit as Evan’s body froze in pain.

Then the stud turned his attention to the other tit. Although the kid screamed out submissions repeatedly, Ned continued to pinch it between his sharp ivories. How long the tit torture went on Evan didn’t know. But when it ended, the pain persisted for a long time. Ned moved aside, and Evan rolled onto his stomach, smarting from the ordeal. But still not ready to call it quits.

The wrestler spent the next few minutes pleasuring the kid’s round butt with some light slaps and caresses. Then, facing Evan’s feet, he dropped onto one knee between the guy’s legs. He picked up the ankles, crossed them and locked the legs around his thigh. Evan grunted nervously as Ned proceeded to set up his next hold. The wrestler rose to a bent-knee standing position. This lifted the kid’s legs off the mat, arching his spine severely. Finally, he reached backward and grasped his victim’s wrists. .

Ned then pulled up on the wrists.

“Ah!” cried the kid as his arched body left the mat.

The wrestler held him there, floating above the floor and yelling in pain. Evan could feel every muscle in his body stretching, straining, striving to outlast the ruinous hold. And at the bottom of the arch, the kid’s still erect shaft jerked as if trying to touch the mat and ejaculate.

“I give! I give!” screamed Evan.

The hunk gloried in the sound of the kid’s submission. “Don’t ya like the

‘octopus’?” taunted Ned. He continued the hold until the kid yelled several more submissions. Ned finally dropped the spent body to the mat and watched his victim squirm. The sight made the wrestler’s excited cock ooze and drip pre-cum.

Evan got to his feet slowly, trying to regain his balance and strength. The guy looked whipped, ready for the taking anytime Ned wanted him. The wrestler moved behind the kid and coiled an arm around his neck. Then he wrapped the other one around his head and interlocked the arms tightly. Evan soon felt a strange numbing begin to course through his body.

“No!” he cried, grabbing the hunk’s biceps.

“Nothin’ you can do, boy,” responded Ned. “This one’s my own invention—a cobra variation—and it really kills!”
Evan panicked. He thrashed and twisted, using all the energy he could muster to escape from the hold. But the numbing expanded, gradually crippling him as if the hunk had injected a muscle-disabling drug into his body. He pounded hopelessly on the rock-hard biceps. His knees weakened.

“I’m takin’ you out, dude,” said the wrestler.

Evan’s fingers clung to the biceps in terror. Ned jerked the kid’s neck back and forth to intensify the cobra’s impact.

“I give!” whispered Evan. He began to tap on the massive arms, praying that they’d release him.

“I know you do,” said the hunk. “But you’re still goin’ out.”

The kid’s knees became weak. One finally sank to the mat. The other followed soon afterward. Evan’s consciousness flickered like a candle flame in a breeze. A few seconds later, Ned dropped backward, taking his victim down with him. Held firmly against the hunk’s broad, furry chest, the kid could no longer move. But he did feel his sex tool tighten.

One of Evan’s hands slipped off Ned’s arm, lifeless.

“Yeah, go to sleep,” said the hunk. “Then I’m gonna have fun with your cock!”

The kid’s other hand fell to his side. Ned kept the hold on for another minute, making sure he had the kid in a deep sleep. Then he sat on Evan’s chest and looked down at the kid’s rod.

He started in on the appreciative cock with a slow jackoff, savoring every inch of its sexy surface. After a while he felt a spasm inside it, then another. He released the anxious tool and watched it lift itself high, hoping for more attention. Ned didn’t disappoint it. His victory hold would be another cobra variation—this time on the kid’s cock.

He carefully selected the place for his cobra to bite—just beneath the large, bulbous head. He coiled the second and third fingers of each hand around it and locked the fingers together. Ned applied the pressure gradually. At first the shaft had little reaction to the hold, but after a few minutes that would change.

Instead of draining a victim’s energy or consciousness, as a regular cobra hold would do, Ned’s cock-cobra stimulated a guy’s shaft—or rather, the guy’s pleasure. When applied full-force, the hold was an extreme one—at first painful, but the longer it lasted, the more pleasure it generated.

As Evan slowly emerged from the effects of the first cobra, he found himself caught in another. He saw Ned on his chest, then felt a strange sensation in his cock. Since he couldn’t see it, he again became fearful and groaned in apprehension.

“Welcome back, dude,” said the wrestler. “How does your cock feel?”

“Weird, it kind of hurts….. What are you doin’ to it?”

“Makin’ it submit to me,” answered the stud.

“How?”

“You’ll find out,” Ned replied menacingly.

With incredible slowness, pleasure began to expand in Evan’s captured cock. He moved his left foot toward his butt, raising the knee, then began to rock it gently back-and-forth, enjoying the sexiness of the hold.

Evan couldn’t see Ned’s ironic grin. He could only sense a faint pleasure deep in his shaft that made him feel really good. As time passed, the sensation went deeper still—down to the center of his balls. It seemed as though they were enlarging along with the pleasure. He spread his legs farther apart.

“Nice!” remarked Ned, admiring the open crotch.

The pleasure kept building in Evan, but at such a slow rate that he hardly noticed a change. The kid loved this hold, and failed to understand how it could ever make a guy submit. Nevertheless, Ned went on with the cobra and became increasing aroused himself as he applied it. He liked watching the balls’ reactions. He had seen some guys whose balls never moved much when they got sexually excited. But Evan was different. His balls flexed and moved as the kid’s pleasure advanced.

“Oh man, that feels awesome!” said Evan. He was glad he lost the match and had to “suffer” this victory hold from the winner.

Yet after a few minutes, the kid realized the pleasure in his cock was growing. He began to think of questions. He wondered if the hold would interfere somehow with an orgasm. Where on the shaft was the wrestler squeezing? Could the cock be damaged by squeezing it for a long time?

He didn’t have an answer for any of these questions. He did know that he loved how he was feeling, and that it was getting better and better by the minute. The pleasure made him begin to writhe. He put his hand on Ned’s back and caressed it. He massaged Ned’s sides.

As time passed, the desire to shoot became more powerful in Evan. The wrestler felt a pleasure spasm in the rod, and saw the kid’s balls stiffen.

“You’re gonna get me, man….” groaned Evan.

“Not yet, buddy,” said the hunk.

Ned was correct. Even though the kid’s pleasure was approaching a high level, he didn’t climax. And he wouldn’t climax until Ned let him.

“I gotta cum!” Evan insisted.

“Not so fast, kid,” replied the hunk.

Inside Evan’s cock, pleasure grew on top of pleasure. Another strong spasm coursed through it. Then another. The kid grunted in ecstasy as he felt his man-cream slowly enter the base of the shaft.

At that point Ned started to relax the cobra hold. Evan’s cum rose higher and higher. Yet as the hold weakened, so did the pleasure of it, and the cum began to sink back down the shaft.

Out of breath from the excitement of the build-up, the kid started to relax a bit. But almost immediately, Ned re-asserted the gradual cock pressure. In time, Evan reached another pleasure peak. His cobra-clutched shaft jerked desperately, trying to release its hot liquid.

Again, the hunk eased up on the hold to prevent Evan from cuming.

“Fuck!” cried the kid.

Evan knew he had agreed to a post-match hold, but he didn’t imagine it would be anything like this. He pleaded with the hunk to juice him, but Ned ignored the request and once more began to tempt the kid’s juice upward.

This process of bringing Evan to the edge—and no farther—went on again and again, endlessly. The exhausted kid had become Ned’s plaything, his naked, erect slave. Finally the wrestler freed the shaft at a moment of high pleasure. The cock fired a load of pre-cum, but that’s all.

“You need a rest, kid.” Ned crawled off of Evan and left the mat. When he returned, the wrestler sat between Evan’s outstretched legs. He took the kid’s balls in hand and started to massage them erotically. Evan relaxed.

“Awesome ‘nads, boy!”

Evan liked having his balls held and fantasized that he was undergoing some kind of manhood ritual.

“Spread your legs as far as you can,” instructed the hunky voice.

The kid did so. He saw the wrestler pick up the biggest needle he’d ever seen. Holding Evan’s basket tightly with one hand, he saw Ned put the sharp metallic point against its left side with the other. Part of him wanted to escape. But another part of him—a stronger element—wanted to demonstrate his bravery.

Evan felt the needle enter his left testicle with a stinging prick. His jaw opened wide as it slowly penetrated the beefy gonad. Despite his obvious discomfort, the kid had an unexplainable fascination for the process.

A second prick told him that Ned had pierced his right gonad. He knew that eventually the hunk would have both his nuts completely impaled. Surprisingly, the thought no longer scared him. Nor did the pain. He welcomed the chance to display his masculinity in this spectacular way to a guy he liked very much—maybe even loved. The needle had become his ally, his symbol of strength. He grunted as he felt its smooth surface moving inside him. His agitated cock tingled and jumped as if intoxicated. He wanted the needle to have both balls, and he would wait patiently for that incredible moment to arrive.

The kid watched Ned intently as he worked. The hunk’s sexy facial expressions and his intense concentration on the balls turned on Evan even more.

“They’re gettin’ so fuckin’ hard, man!” whispered Ned in a low voice.

The hunk’s shaft stood completely upright, looking like it was ready to shoot. Evan wanted to touch it, but didn’t dare move any part of his body.

At last Ned smiled. “I’ve got ‘em, boy!” he said triumphantly.

The kid felt elated—and sexier than ever. “Yes! Yes!” he gasped.

Evan’s pleasure-engorged shaft now bucked in a regular rhythm, but Ned still focused his attention on the big gonads.

“What are you doin’ to my balls, man? They feel awesome!” asked the kid.

“Makin’ sperm, boy—as much of it as I can,” replied the wrestler. “I’ve got the cobra on your ‘nads.”

The kid looked at his ballsack. But he saw no needle—only the wrestler’s hand clamped tightly around his basket. “Where is it?” he asked.

“Where’s what?” asked the hunk.

Confusion swept across Evan’s face. Had he nodded off and dreamed about the needle? How could a dream seem that real? Ned leaned over and put his mind at ease with a long, passionate kiss.

The hunk had long fantasized about finding a buddy who had balls tough enough to survive whatever he had in mind for them. Evan’s big nuts fulfilled this desire. They both fascinated and aroused Ned to the utmost degree.

The unusual cobra-claw went on and on at full throttle. Pleasure expanded within the gonads so much that the kid had a hard time coping with it. As with the cock cobra, Evan finally could take no more and asked the wrestler to make him cum. And as before, Ned refused.

Trapped again in a strange world of unstoppable, nearly painful pleasure, the kid almost involuntarily sat up and grabbed hold of Ned’s hunky body for support.

“Yeah, hold me tight, boy!”
The kid clutched the wrestler fervently. His cock bucked wildly. He pressed his fingers into the muscular body. Ned stared at Evan’s erect rod as he squeezed the testicles. It stood at the height of excitement—straining, waiting for the mysterious inner signal to catapult the kid’s cum into the air.

But the signal to erupt didn’t occur. Pleasure teased the kid cruelly, refusing to reach far enough to get his crotch pump going. Yet his sperm did start to ascend the shaft—not suddenly, but crawling up his stiff tube. It began to leak out of the cockhead in an unbroken flow. The cobra only allowed Evan’s gonads to release it in a narrow stream, rather than in a giant explosion. This created a constant, gnawing pleasure that never went away.

Ned watched Evan’s sperm drain from his cockhead and roll steadily down the long tool. The hunk’s shaft began to pound. His ballskin tightened. The kid’s draining juice reached Ned’s claw fingers and started to flow onto some of them. The warmth of the sexy sperm elevated the hunk’s already extreme pleasure. He fought a voracious urge to ejaculate.

Evan’s sperm piled up on the wrestler’s hands. Its erotic scent and texture pushed Ned closer and closer to the edge. The throbbing shaft begged him not to hold back the youth’s cum any longer.

But he did hold it back—and his own. Ned re-positioned himself so that his cock was closer to the kid’s face. “Suck it,” he ordered.

Evan eagerly obeyed, thinking the added thrill would make him shoot. Having the hunk’s cock in his mouth made his body tingle with satisfaction. He enthusiastically explored its tight surface with his tongue and lips.

The wrestler groaned and threw his head back in pleasure. “Oh yeah! Yeah!”

The kid sucked harder, determined to make Ned cum—and himself. Suddenly the hunk pulled away, freeing his cock from Evan’s mouth. Some pre-cum shot from his cockhead, but he had successfully averted the big explosion, as planned.

After a pause, he let the kid have his cock again. Evan went after the cum once more, already addicted to the feel of the hunk’s sexy rod in his mouth.

Ned’s groaning resumed as increasing pleasure flooded his shaft. “Yeah, go for it,” he said to the kid.

Evan’s tongue went to work in earnest. But bringing about the hunk’s orgasm proved to be more of a challenge than he had believed. Ned was very good at keeping himself on the edge—and simultaneously doing the same thing to Evan with his cobra hold. Whenever his cum reached a certain point, he’d pull away. During the cool down period, he spent the time watching Evan suffer in his pleasure overload, and admiring his thick cream as he slowly squeezed it out of him.

Evan finally realized what Ned was up to and knew that he was not going to win this game. He finally got used to the hunk taking his juice little by little and seeing it drain down his shaft. And he appreciated sucking Ned, even though it was in controlled segments. Even so, he did manage to draw out some of the hunk’s pre-cum.

“How does it taste, boy?”

“I love it! Please let me have more… I wanna feel you cum!”

“O.K.” replied Ned, “You win.”

Much to Evan’s surprise, the wrestler released his cobra on the balls. But he pulled back and instead of shooting, Ned hoisted the kid’s legs and wrenched them forward to rock the butt upward into a fuck position. He lubed the entry point with lots of spit, then began to enter Evan’s young hole.

“Ahhhh!” grunted the kid.

“Relax—it’s a perfect fit,” Ned reassured him as he began to slide into Evan’s virgin ass.

“The kid’s jaw dropped as the long pole slid farther and farther into his ass.

Evan’s groans of fear were constant during the long insertion process. Ned gave the kid gentle ass-slaps along the way to encourage him. Many times his hand would remain on the beautiful butt, or caress it lovingly.

“Oh man! Your ass feels so good,” said the wrestler. He enjoyed entering it gradually. It turned him on to dominate a guy in degrees, to watch him struggle, submitting to his will and his shaft slowly—but inevitably. “After I get it all in, I’m not gonna want to leave!”

He took a few more minutes to completely bury the cock in Evan, but by the time he achieved it, the kid had adjusted well to the feel of Ned’s big tool. Ned made sure that he had his shaft pushed into the kid as far as it could go. He kept it there, motionless, for a long time.

“Feel good?” asked Ned.

“Yeah, don’t take it out!”

“Don’t worry: I like bein’ inside you. My cock is in paradise.”

In fact, his shaft was more aroused than he wanted it to be at that moment. So he remained still and kept talking to his new fuck buddy. “How are your balls feelin’ right now?”

“Sexy!” Evan answered. “They still feel like your hands are on ‘em.”

“Cool. That’s an extreme hold, man. I’m glad you can handle it. Not many guys can.” He paused and added, “I’m gonna work on ‘em again later. I like playin’ with your cum!”

The kid smiled. “You own ‘em now, so I guess you can cobra me anytime you want.”

“You can count on it!”

The wrestler started nudging the kid gently with his cock. As time passed, he slowly enlarged the prodding. At last they became regular thrusts. He worked the ass for many minutes this way. But as his pleasure increased, the strength of his thrusts began to increase also. Before long the wrestler had Evan’s body jolting from his power-thrusts. The kid grasped the mat as the hunk’s big battering ram spiked him into ass heaven.

Ned cried out in pleasure with every deep plunge of his sex pole. The cockhead pulsed rapidly, anticipating the moment when it could begin shooting the hunk’s hot sperm into the kid. His ballsack solidified. Tingling with excitement, it hung heavy and over-packed between the wrestler’s strong legs, ready to pump out more juice than three guys could.

But Ned abruptly stopped thrusting. “Not yet, boy!” he said, avoiding the orgasm.

After a pause, the wrestler started in again, more slowly.

“That was close,” said Ned. “But I gave your ass some pre-cum.”

The kid grinned, and put a squeeze on the stationary shaft with his sphincter.

The move caught Ned by surprise. He yelled in pleasure. His cockhead immediately fired a shot of pre-cum at full velocity, as if testing to see how far into the kid it would go. Evan released his grip, then squeezed the throbbing shaft again with his ass. The wrestler yelled once more, not sure if he could hold back his anxious sperm.

Yet he miraculously accomplished it. Now aware that his fuck victim had figured out a way to make him cum, Ned proceeded with more caution. He held his shaft steady and grinned down at the kid.

“Think you can get me that way?”

“Yeah,” predicted Evan. He squeezed again, as hard as he could.

The wrestler winced as pleasure tingled inside his rod. “You little fucker!”

The kid grinned. “Two can play this game.”

But Evan didn’t really intend to make the hunk shoot off. He liked the shaft inside him. He also liked keeping Ned on the edge of an orgasm. He found that he could do that quite well with frequent, periodic squeezes. Yet he couldn’t squeeze all the time, and during his time-outs, Ned took over again with thrusting.

The two went back-and-forth, toying with each other’s pleasure peaks. Hour after hour passed.

“You’re givin’ me quite a workout!” said the hunk, breathing hard.

“Likewise,” replied Evan.

Both guys were beat, but both had the same look in their eye: “take my juice.”

“Let’s do it,” said the hunk.

Evan agreed. “I want you to cum inside me.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” grinned Ned.

But before the hunk could prepare himself, Evan suddenly rolled over, reversing their positions. Ned ended up underneath, and before Ned knew what had happened, Evan had him pinned in a tight rollup. Then he squeezed his sphincter forcefully.

“Ah!” yelled the hunk from the onrush of pleasure.

Evan’s squeezed again.

Ned gasped. “Fuck!”

The hunk’s juice boiled within his balls, this time determined to escape. His cock swelled.

“You got me!” shouted Ned. His body stiffened, every muscle submitting to the approaching climax. “I’m gonna cum!”

Ecstasy transformed the hunk’s face. The sight inspired Evan to give it to the shaft one more time. He clamped his teeth together, opened his lips and squeezed harder. Intense pleasure attacked Ned’s tool. The hunk cried out in a low, sexy groan as he submitted to his unstoppable juice.

After delaying his orgasm for so long, the wrestler experienced a truly killer climax. His cock didn’t merely ejaculate—it rifled its cum into the kid.

Evan felt the thick cream jetting deep inside his ass. He continued to squeeze the erupting muscle. Ned hugged the kid as he gave him the totality of his maleness. The wrestler’s cock kept jerking after his balls pumped dry. Still in the throes of ecstasy, Ned pulled out of the kid and flipped him on his back so that his upper body leaned against a wall. Then his mouth captured Evan’s shaft hungrily—every inch of it.

“Yes!” cried the elated kid. An awesome pleasure he had never before experienced took hold of him. Having his entire cock surrounded by the warmth and wetness of Ned’s mouth sent waves of pleasure into every cell of his handsome physique. He spread his legs in an extremely wide split and propped up one leg—a position that always made him feel hornier.

Ned grabbed Evan’s sides to be sure he kept the shaft tightly imprisoned. He didn’t go to work on the cock with up-and-down movements, but instead stayed motionless, passionately embracing the sex muscle with the pressure of his mouth and tongue. The kid gripped Ned’s head and held it firmly in place. But he didn’t have to worry about Ned pulling away: the hunk planned to keep his mouth around every inch of Evan’s tool.

The kid’s eyes closed. He absorbed the powerful pleasure like a sponge, groaning continuously. “It’s coming! It’s coming!” he grunted, feeling the sperm preparing to leap.

Evan clutched the hunk’s head. He began to breathe harder and faster. A new cry of ecstasy burst from his mouth with every breath. Ned rubbed the excited tool with his tongue, causing riotous pleasure that no guy could escape.

“Ah!” yelled the frantic kid.

Suddenly enormous amounts of cum burst from the cockhead. Ned groaned in appreciation as the luscious liquid squirted down his throat. The hunk lost track of how many loads he swallowed. He only knew that the full shots went on much longer than

any orgasm he’d ever seen. Evan pushed his ass up, urging the cock to keep firing. It did.

After the kid’s cum ran out, Ned kept the pulsing tool in his mouth—tonguing it, hugging it, loving it. Evan, now totally out of breath, was speechless. He ran his fingers through Ned’s hair, then caressed the hunk’s head.

The guys stayed fused together like this for a long time. Lost in a paradise of pleasure, Evan didn’t at first notice Ned’s continuing tongue strokes on his shaft. But in a few minutes he realized that the hunk was edging him toward another climax. As Ned worked on the cock, the kid could feel hot sperm refilling his balls—easily, generously. Soon the gonads bulged and stiffened with fresh cum. The kid’s sex tube began to tingle in expectation.

“Oh you fucker!” groaned Evan, smiling at Ned. “Yeah, take my juice, man!”

The hunk would do that, but at the moment he had other ideas. He could feel that Evan was primed for another climax, so he worked on the cock more carefully now. He rubbed its super-sensitive underside lightly with his tongue, but only for a few seconds. This electrified the shaft and forced some cum up the sex tube into Ned’s waiting mouth. Yet, the move produced only a brief squirt or two, not the complete eruption.

The kid groaned, longing for the overwhelming pleasure that would result from another orgasm. “Get me again!” he whispered repeatedly.

Ned understood. Still, he got a great terrific thrill out of teasing the responsive shaft and tasting the kid’s cum, drop by drop. He gave the under-cock another sexy rub. Evan grunted. More cum escaped into Ned’s mouth.

Evan caressed the hunk’s head lovingly, hoping to convince his buddy to suck him dry. “Take it all!” he said softly.

But once again, Ned let the pleasure decrease, only to begin the build-up anew. The exasperated kid groaned as his cum started to rise once more, then fall, then rise, then fall. It seemed as though Ned was in combat with his cum—wrestling it, making it submit to him over and over. Evan wondered which would eventually win out—and when.

Finally the kid concluded that he could do nothing to help his cum mount a major offensive and reach a climax. Exhausted, Evan let his upper body slowly slide down the wall. He ended up on his back, ready to accept whatever outcome occurred.

It turned Ned on big time to see the kid now on his back, giving in to him, letting him continue to tongue-stroke the cock in whatever way he wished. Evan let his hands fall to the mat, hypnotized by the incessant rising and falling of his cum, and by the almost regular release of pre-cum shots into Ned’s warm mouth. Constantly groaning, the kid lost track of the time. But he didn’t care. He only felt the internal ebb and flow of his pleasure juice as the hunk played with it.

Each of Evan’s balls had expanded impressively, firm and heavy with his thick pleasure-juice. Although Ned kept taking the kid’s sperm over a long period, the loss of just an isolated load at a time meant that the balls stayed fully loaded. It was easy for the hunk to build endless climaxes—and drink as much of Evan’s milk as he wished.

But he missed seeing the kid’s white sex cream, too. He eventually decided to surprise Evan with the orgasm he had been waiting for. The hunk tongued the shaft as before, but this time he let the pleasure build longer. He released the shaft carefully, without Evan realizing it. As the cock throbbed in ecstasy, Ned gripped the kid’s balls—one in each hand—and squeezed.

“Ah!” cried Evan, now aware of the hunk’s new move.

Ned didn’t squeeze the balls hard, but with enough muscle to sustain the pleasure.

The kid sat up against the wall again, resuming his wide leg-spread along with one propped up leg. “Yeah, squeeze ‘em—hard!” he said.

The hunk wanted to attack the big nuts with another cobra-claw, which would have produced an immediate climax. But instead he opted to keep Evan on the edge for a bit longer. To do that, he simply maintained his firm gonad squeeze and let the already pleasure-drunk cock cum at its own pace.

The end came slowly. Not being urged on by any physical stimulation, the cock stood tall and free, straining for release. The kid writhed, overwhelmed with the urge to shoot. His shaft begged to be touched.

“Keep your hands away,” ordered Ned.

Evan grabbed the wrestling mat with his fingers and dug into it.

“Yeah, feel it get you, inch-by-inch.!”

Ned’s ball squeeze had the sperm ready to shoot up at any second. It just needed an extra amount of pleasure from the cock to set it off. The cock twitched, then jerked several times, maybe knowing it had to trigger the orgasm by itself.

Ned watched the shaft suddenly become motionless as it drove itself toward a climax.

Evan’s cries of pleasure became screams of torture. “Oh god!” he yelled.

“Yeah, let it take you, boy!”

The kid’s body froze in ecstasy at the climax. The cock leaped up and spit out the first load of pur

e white cum. It shot several feet. Another load followed the same path. And another. Ned counted ten big shots, twelve smaller ones, and later, countless dry pumps. Evan’s body twisted and jerked violently throughout. But the hunk held him in place with his continuing ball squeeze.

At last Ned released the nuts and fell forward onto the kid’s heaving chest. The guys rolled over and over, hugging each other passionately. Evan felt something cold and sharp on the mat as he rolled, but quickly forgot about it. Finally they came to rest on their sides, facing each other.

“You did good, kid,” said the hunk softly.

“Yeah, you too,” answered Evan. “When do we do it again?”

(end)