No Room For Errors

Adam opened the door to see a tall, black man on his porch, mid twenties, wearing a muscle tee and shorts. The guy’s unusually well-chiseled body and stunning facial features made him blink.

“Are you Adam? I’m Malik. I called you about….”

“Yes, good to see you,” said the Master. “You’re right on time—come in. Follow me downstairs.”

Malik entered Adam’s dungeon and sat down on a stool near one wall to survey the place. The subdued lighting didn’t prevent him from spotting Adam’s naked slave on a workout bench at the other end of the room.

“Take a break and meet Malik,” said Adam.

The kid got up, grabbed a towel and walked over to join them. His balls and stiff cock swung from side to side with each step he took.

“Malik, this is Kevin.” The two smiled and shook hands.

“Quite a find,” commented Malik, admiring the slave’s physique and erect cock.

“Yeah,” agreed Adam. “I like to watch him work out. Always makes him horny! He’s getting to be somewhat of a show-off, though.” His eyes locked onto Kev­in’s. “I’m gonna have to deal with you about that soon, aren’t I, boy.”

“Yes sir,” said Kevin, wiping the perspiration from his body.

Adam grabbed a stool for himself and sat down facing Malik. “Now, explain this problem you said you wanted to talk to me about.”

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” began the stud. He took a deep breath. “I cum real easy—way too easy. When a guy touches my cock or balls I can’t seem to hold it back. Since I’m pretty big, I get lots of attention—and that’s nice—but my juice seems to have a mind of its own. Like, last week at the gym a straight dude asks if he can feel my dick. So I let him, and a few seconds later I’m hard as a rock and he’s milkin’ it outa me like I never shot off before.”

He took another breath. “Don’t get me wrong, man. I do enjoy it, but next week I’ve got an important match—maybe the most important one of my life. If I cum during it, I’ll lose my big chance to become a Master.”

“Who are you gonna wrestle?” asked Adam.

“Ripp. Ever heard of him?”

Adam frowned. “We’ve been on the mat.”

“I’m not too worried about the pain—I can handle most submission holds. But an orgasm will count as a defeat.”

“That’s a tough one, man,” said Adam. “Will ball squeezes make you cum?”

“Yeah,” replied Malik with a reluctant grin. “I love ‘em.”

Adam turned to Kevin. “Any advice for our friend here?”

“Become a slave instead of a Master and live happily ever after, like me!” said the kid, sitting down on the mat close to Adam.

“Smart ass!” smiled the Master, swishing his fingers playfully through the slaveboy’s hair.

“Do you think you can help me?” asked Malik.

“I don’t know. I have a couple of ideas.”

“I sure would appreciate it. I’ve heard about your skills. I’ll do what­ever you suggest.”

“O.K. Let’s check you out and try a few things. Take off your shorts and tee.”

Malik stood and removed them, along with his sneakers, leaving him only in a bright red thong. He widened his stance to give Adam a full view of the “problem.”

Neither Adam nor his slave had ever seen a non-erect dick with such a huge circumference, or a set of balls so gigantic. In fact, just one of Malik’s testicles equaled the size of an entire ballsack on many guys. Adam brought his hand up to the dick and began to finger it. Almost instantly the bulge re­sponded, growing to a full-fledged hard-on in record time, severely stretching the thong’s thin fabric.

“Nice one,” said Adam, understanding why guys gave the hunk lots of attention.

“Thanks,” replied Malik. “It gets bigger.”

“Bigger than this?”

“You’ll see.”

Sure enough, while Adam checked out the tool with his friendly feels and squeezes, it steadily lengthened. The mammoth cockhead soon pushed above the thong. Kevin started to stroke himself as he watched it rise higher and higher, reaching eight inches, then nine, then ten.

“I see what you mean,” said the Master. He took hold of the still rising head and gently rubbed its smooth surface.

“Ah!” groaned the already pleasure-consumed hunk.

The Master continued rubbing until the cock had attained its full length of eleven inches. He ran his fingers slowly up and the down the incredible column of masculinity as he talked to the stud. “What would happen if I bear hugged it right now with both hands?”

“I’d shoot!”

“You that close?”

“Yeah—very close.”

“Will your match be a naked one?”

“Yes, unfortunately.

“Then, let’s get rid of this.”

Adam pulled the thong down and off. The eyes of the Master and slave now focused on Malik’s astounding gonads. Uncovered, they looked even larger than before. Kevin believed that, like the hunk’s cock, they too had expanded con­siderably. Adam put a hand around each of them.

“If I were rasslin’ you,” said Adam, “these would be my first targets.” He squeezed into them a little.

Malik’s pleasure escalated. “That feels so good!”

“Will punching be allowed?”

“Anything, man.”

The Master let go of the balls and made a fist. He held it in front of the bulging sack. “You O.K. with this?”

“Go for it.”

Adam plowed his fist into the huge ballsack.

“Ah!” grunted Malik, falling forward into the Master. Adam looked at Kevin. “Hammerlock.”

The slaveboy moved behind Malik and hammerlocked both arms against the hunk’s spine.

“Let’s try that again,” said the Master.

He drove the fist into the balls a second time. Malik yelled in pain. “How are they doin’?”

“They hurt, man!”

“How’s your juice?”

“Right up there, but holding steady.” Adam punched the sack again. “How about now?”

“I think I can hold it back as long as you don’t…..”

“As long as I don’t do this?” Adam put a long squeeze on the balls.

“Oh fuck!” grunted Malik. His cock started to buck from the pleasure.

The Master grinned. “Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it! Too good to fight against!”

The hunk’s body stiffened. Adam squeezed a little longer, then released the sack.

“Shit, you almost got me!” gasped the stud.

The Master brought a hand up between Malik’s tree-trunk thighs and easily found the stud’s bulged-out crotch gland. He grasped it and squeezed.

“Ah!” cried Malik.

Ecstasy gripped his body once more. His cockskin grew tighter, his balls hardened. Unable to resist the pleasure, he thrust the rod forward. Adam began to milk the pulsing gland with a series of deep, muscular squeezes.

The hunk spread his legs wider. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” A low pitched scream burst from his mouth. The man-juice surged upward, enlivening every inch of the long pleasure tube. Each ejaculation shook Malik’s body like an earthquake. Kevin had to strengthen the hammerlock to keep him in place. Staggering amounts of cum fired from the massive rod. The stud’s sexy scent soon filled the room.

When the eruptions finally ended, Adam let go of Malik’s still-pulsing gland and watched the last of his cum ooze from the twitching shaft. Adam motioned to Kevin to release the double hammer and the gasping stud sank to the mat on his back.

“You better pray that Ripp doesn’t grab your crotch, or the match will be over real fast!” said the Master.

“I think I’m fucked, man!” replied Malik in a discouraged tone. “What can I do?”

“Several things. Most obviously, try to keep him away from your crotch, balls and dick! Or, try to make him believe he can win by punching your nuts rather than squeezin’ ‘em. Or, if you’re gonna cum, catch it in your hand so won’t be noticed. Or, fuck him into submission while you cum.”

Malik didn’t look much more hopeful.

Adam continued. “Of course, the best solution is to train yourself to ignore the pleasure long enough to outlast a cock or ball hold.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I bet you can. Want me and Kevin to help you with it?”

“Sure—yes, anything to help.”

Adam’s eyes examined the rock-like shaft. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.”

“It doesn’t take long—that’s part of the problem!”

“Let’s see if we can solve it,” said Adam.

The Master crawled between Malik’s legs. Preparing to apply a serious ball squeeze, he fastened five fingers completely around each sperm-packed gonad. Even that process made the stud’s cock twitch in pleasure.

“Learn to block it out, man,” Adam reminded him. He started to squeeze slowly. The balls felt surprisingly stiff, and also extraordinarily sexy. Malik’s cock leaped up several times as the ball pressure increased.

“Block it!”

The stud’s pleasure grunts became progressively louder, however. “I can’t!”

“If you’re gonna be a Master, you’ll have to.” Adam pushed his fingers further into the sperm holders.

“Ah!” grunted Malik. He slammed his hands to the mat in frustration. “No! No!” he yelled, feeling the pleasure expand within his balls. The giant shaft began to throb regularly, like a heartbeat.

“Fight it!” said Adam. “You gonna let this hold destroy what you really want?”

The stud clamped his teeth together and launched an all-out mental attack on the effects of the squeeze. Gradually the pace of his cock twitching became slower and less frantic. The pleasure still tried to dominate him, but its power had weakened somewhat. Suddenly Adam upped the ante and began to challenge the huge, aroused ‘nads with deeper clawing. The fingers dug in again and again, working on his balls as though jacking them off.

“Ah! You fucker!” gasped Malik.

The Master’s expert ballwork made the shaft jerk now quickly again. The stud looked up at Kevin with desperate eyes that said, “Help me, man!” He reached out and clutched the slaveboy’s thigh.

Adam gave an approving nod to his boy. Kevin moved closer to Malik. The stud held him tighter for moral support. But Malik needed more than Kevin’s presence to overcome the pleasure inside his balls. The stud’s heavy rod slowly raised itself like a cannon preparing to fire. Gasping for breath, Malik put tremendous mental effort into restraining it. For a moment he thought he would succeed. Then Adam ignited the cannon by unleashing an unexpected, downward power squeeze on the big testicles.

Ecstasy suddenly took control of his body. Malik instinctively flung his legs apart as far as they would go. The pleasure juice broke free and entered the bottom of his long shaft. He thrust his butt up off the mat. The stud cried out as the juice raced up, rewarding him with a feeling that no guy can resist.

With mouths open in amazement, the Master and his slaveboy watched the cum squirt from Malik’s massive, reddened cockhead: more shot out than during the first time. The stud kept his butt in the air through the entire orgasm, even for the lingering bursts and oozes afterward, which produced as much pleasure for him as the bigger shots. His butt finally fell to the mat. Adam continued to hold the gonads, still stiff with excitement. He probed and fingered them while he spoke.

“Never saw a guy enjoy it more than you!”

Malik grinned and spread the warm cum all over his chest.

“You held it back longer than I thought you could,” said Adam.

“I think I’m makin’ progress. Give me another one.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah. My nuts are ready, aren’t they?”

“Certainly feels like it,” said Adam, giving each stiff testicle a thorough check. “How do you fill ‘em so fast?”

“Just comes natural, I guess,” replied Malik.

The Master positioned his fingers around the balls. “This time we’re gonna make it a little more difficult for you.” He had his slaveboy sit down on Malik’s gut, facing Adam. The kid took hold of the huge sex muscle with both hands.

“No—not my cock!” protested the stud. The mere touch of Kevin’s fingers made the muscle throb harder.

Adam tightened his grip on the testicles. “These are gonna tell me what’s goin’ on inside your tubes, man.”

“Shit! How much of a chance do I have with you guys rasslin’ both my balls and cock?”

“Just your cock this time, buddy.” Adam looked at Kevin. “Whenever you’re ready, boy.”

Kevin suddenly squeezed. Malik slammed his hands to the mat. The kid kept the pressure on the giant tool, bear hugging it as if expecting a quick sub­mission. The stud groaned in pleasure, but no submission came. Kevin squeezed harder, especially the super sensitive bottom edge of the head.

“No!” gasped Malik.

The slaveboy began grinding into the spot while he squeezed. The stud cried out and grabbed the kid’s sides. In a short time the hold forced some pre-cum out of the cockhole.

“That’s right, boy,” said Adam. “Bring it up.”

Malik couldn’t see the sperm, but he could feel it oozing out of him.

“You like it when a guy takes your juice with his hands, don’t ya,” ob­served Adam, trying to turn the guy on more.

“Yeah, with strong hands—like a mechanic’s,” grunted Malik.

Adam smiled. “My boy’s a real good cock mechanic. He’ll work on your machine until he makes it do what he wants it to.”

Kevin intensified the squeeze. The stud’s body jerked as pleasure stung deeply into his thick phallus.

“He’s gonna start your pump, man,” said the Master, sensing excitement build inside Malik’s crotch.

“No!” yelled the stud as Kevin squeezed more sperm from the swollen head.

The slaveboy looked down at the paralyzed cock and remembered a similar hold he once used on another rod. The rod belonged to a straight guy, who had walked into the bar one night with a bunch of friends. Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off the guy’s awesome asscakes. Unusually tight Levi’s had lodged in his crack, framing the gorgeous buns for all to see. The guy noticed Kevin’s glances and started to tease him with glances of his own. He turned to give Kevin a view of his dickbulge. The kid finally walked up to him.

“This is for my girlfriend, not you, queer,” said the guy with a sarcastic laugh.

“Too bad, man,” replied Kevin. “I could make it feel a lot better than your girlfriend could.”

“Fuck off! You think I believe that?”

“If you weren’t so scared, I’d show you.”

“Ignore the queer,” said the guy’s friends.

But the guy didn’t like Kevin labeling him as fearful. “So what do you have in mind?”

“Follow me and I’ll show ya.”

“I’ll be right back, boys, with a piece of this jerk’s ass!” said the guy to his buddies.

Kevin led him to a small, vacant room in the back of the building. The guy leaned his shoulders against a wall and smirked at the kid.

“What now, queer?”

“Take it out,” instructed Kevin.

The guy paused, but then opened his fly and pulled out a good-looking, flaccid dick. He reluctantly let Kevin exam it with his fingers. “How long is this gonna take?” asked the guy.

Kevin didn’t answer. He took hold of the dick and started to pull it forward with gentle tugs.

“That’s all your gonna do?” sneered the guy. “I don’t have time for this shit!”

“Feels good already, doesn’t it,” pointed out Kevin.

The guy couldn’t hide his stiffening rod and the growing pleasure he felt. Kevin transformed his pulls into squeezes—progressively harder ones. The cock soon became fully erect. Holding it upright, he began to force pre-cum out of him. The guy tried to escape, but Kevin kept him pressed against the wall with the cock grip. More squeezing brought up more pre-cum, and more pleasure.

“O.K., man—you win,” said the guy, hoping to get away before he ejaculated.

“You’re stayin’ right here. I’m not finished with you.”

The guy grunted loudly as Kevin’s squeezes pushed him closer to an orgasm. He grabbed the kid’s arms but didn’t have the resolve to rip them from his excited tool.

“No! Don’t make me cum!” he cried, looking worriedly at the door.

“It’s O.K.,” said Kevin. “I locked it—no one’s gonna find us.”

“Please, no!” begged the guy.

But the pleasure had grown too strong for him to resist. Pre-cum now covered his entire cockhead and more of it continued to spurt out while Kevin squeezed. The guy rested his head against the wall, not knowing what to do. Kevin stopped squeezing and spread the guy’s pre-cum all over the rigid phallus. Then he began to slide his right hand up and down it slowly, triggering an almost painful ecstasy within the shaft.

“Ah! Fuck!” cried the guy.

His body weakened and tensed at the same time. He let go of Kevin’s arms and pressed his hands against the wall.

“Yeah!” said the kid. Tell me how good it feels!”

Kevin’s slow motion jacking electrified the guy. His pleasure soared beyond anything that words can describe. Generously immersed in its own silky man-juice, the cock had no defense against Kevin’s coaxing hand.

“You’re ready, man,” whispered the kid.

The guy widened his stance. “Shit!” he screamed in a voice mixed with total pleasure and sublime defeat. His cum shot straight up, rocketing toward the ceiling in six big blasts.

Kevin held the shaft firmly with both hands through all the after­shocks. Then he started jacking it again.

“God no!” gasped the drained guy, seizing Kevin’s hand.

“You can take it,” said the kid.

The stiff cock, heavily lubed with fresh sperm, began to pound furiously. The guy cried out as Kevin showed him the full meaning of ecstasy. He grasped the back of Kevin’s neck and hung on. His second orgasm came quickly, but it whipped him brutally. Each shot made him yell and thrust and hold Kevin more tightly.

The kid continued to grip the pulsing shaft for several minutes after the eruptions ended. “I’m not gonna tell anyone what happened here, and you aren’t either,” Kevin reassured the guy.

“Thanks, man,” said the guy appreciatively.

Kevin tucked the cock back inside the Levi’s and zipped up the fly. He gave the guy’s balls a quick check. “Maybe next time it’ll be their turn.”

Malik’s groaning brought Kevin back to reality. His relentless submission squeezes on the mammoth shaft had extracted an impressive amount of sperm from the stud. Most of the thick jam had piled up on top of the big head. Some had begun to roll downward onto Kevin’s hands. The slaveboy had more than enough of it to get the stud’s sex machine pumping. He held the bottom of the shaft in his left hand and sperm-coated the huge phallus with his right. When Kevin started to move his hand up the long cock, initiating his slow but breathtak­ingly slow jackoff style, Malik dug his fingers into the kid’s sides with in­creased fervor.

At the same moment, Adam felt a powerful spasm inside the stud’s balls. “You’ve got him,” he reported. “Whenever you want it.”

The slaveboy treated the cum-covered shaft to another gradual upward pull. Malik cried out in ecstasy. A third one prompted an even louder, sexier cry. Adam and his slaveboy watched more juice leak out of the inflamed phallus. The kid delayed no longer. He seized the cockhead and start­ed to wrestle it violently.

Malik writhed and strained as the kid manhandled the super sensitive area, killing the cock with pleasure. The stud’s balls tightened in Adam’s hands. Then with a burst of energy the gonads released their precious contents. Scream­ing deliriously, Malik felt his pump pound with excitement as it injected the first ecstatic load of man-juice into the base of the sex tube.

Still wrestling the cockhead, Kevin couldn’t restrain his own nervous rod. When Adam saw it jerk, he grabbed the tool with both hands. The slaveboy yelled as his Master applied a savage squeeze that demanded an immediate submission. Malik and Kevin exploded simultaneously, blasting each other with jets of hot cum. The sight of the squirting cocks made Adam erupt a few seconds later, without him ever touching his balls or shaft.

After the slaveboy had pumped out his last drops of juice, he crawled off the stud and laid down on his back to rest.

“Im fucked!” gasped Malik, attempting to catch his breath. “I can’t control myself. At that match, my cum’s gonna be all over the place!”

“I don’t think so. You’re makin’ progress,” replied Adam. He reached down and tickled the outstretched rod. It responded with immediate pleasure twitches. He began to finger the shaft in various places while the two guys spoke.

“Feel good?” asked the Master.

“Oh yeah! You’ve got a great touch.”

“Could this make you cum?”

“Probably,” said Malik, sounding discouraged again. “Shit, you could get me just by holdin’ it.”

Adam wanted to find out. He wrapped a hand around the cock’s upper half and held it firmly. “How long?”

“Don’t know. Maybe a day or two,” grinned the stud.

Adam did notice a change in the cock after a few minutes. The rod seemed to expand occasionally, as if urging the hand to squeeze it. He held the shaft motionless for several more minutes, waiting to see if any pre-cum emerged from the head. None did.

“I think you licked this one,” said the Master.

Malik smiled and closed his eyes in relief. He heard Adam whisper something to his slaveboy. He couldn’t understand the meaning, but he would shortly.

Keeping one hand around the cock, Adam slid the other beneath Malik’s mag­nificent ass. His middle finger, generously lubed by Kevin, found the fuckhole and caressed it.

“Oh god!” groaned the stud, facing a new and formidable pleasure. “Not this, man!”

“Yeah, this,” said Adam. He slowly pushed his oily finger upward and into the guy.

Malik groaned louder, opening his ass to the Master.

Adam inserted more and more of the long finger until the stud had all of it. Malik grunted as he felt it begin to slide up and down his hole, slowly and methodically massaging every pleasure cell inside him. The slaveboy came closer to watch the asswork.

“Think I’m gonna get him with this?” asked the Master.

“Definitely, sir.”

Adam inserted a second finger and pushed upward, forcing the butt off the mat. Malik gasped, holding the bridge while the Master pleasure-plunged his tight ass.

“You’re cheatin’, man!” groaned the stud. “He’s not gonna do this during the match!”

“A wrestler can always find a way to fuck you if he wants to,” advised the Master.

Adam pulled out his fingers, let go of the cock and flipped Malik onto his stomach. He locked the guy in a full nelson and nudged Malik’s ass with his cockhead. Then he forced it into the lubed hole and gradually muscled the rod forward until Malik had the whole thing. The Master began with slow but unusually strong thrusts.

“That’s enough, man,” said the stud. “You made your point.”

“Stop me,” replied Adam, fucking the guy at a faster pace. “Get out of this.”

Malik struggled to escape. He tried to turn himself over, to push up, to break the nelson with his arms. Nothing worked. “Damn!” he groaned.

“Looks like you get fucked today, buddy,” said Adam.

“Oh shit!” said the stud, overcome with pleasure.

“Check his cock, boy,” instructed Adam.

Kevin slid a hand under Malik’s gut, grasped the giant shaft and pulled un­til he had half of it sticking out beyond the stud’s side. He fingered the cum hole. “Nothing yet, sir.”

“Let me know,” directed the Master.

Malik’s pleasure grunts became louder as Adam fucked.

“Who’s gonna cum first—me or you?” Adam asked the stud wryly.

Kevin held up a cum-moistened finger. “He is, sir.”

“O.K., let him be,” ordered the Master. “Play with my nuts.”

The slaveboy gladly complied. Sitting on the backs of Adam’s knees, he pulled the balls closer and started squeezing, while his Master drove his pole into Malik’s ass again and again.

Adam grunted almost continuously. The pleasure became so great that it forced him to lessen the power behind his thrusts—and to increase the time between them—in order to avoid an orgasm. That didn’t matter to Malik: the ecstasy rising in his ass and cock had already reached climactic proportions.

“Wanna give?” asked the Master.

“Yes! Yes! I give!” shouted Malik.

But the submission didn’t come soon enough. On Adam’s final thrust, the hunk’s juice broke through the dam in his crotch and surged across the mat like a river out of control. Adam pulled out to watch the flood. As he did, the slaveboy suddenly squeezed his Master’s balls with unexpected force. Adam fell forward with a shout. Planting his hands at Malik’s sides, he held himself over the guy and started to pump his cream down onto the stud’s back.

Kevin now worked the balls with short squeezes, matching the rhythm of Adam’s ejaculations.

“Yeah! Get ‘em!” yelled the Master.

Kevin’s nut squeezes kept Adam juicing much longer than usual. When the or­gasm finally subsided, the Master fell onto his back beside Malik. Kevin maneu­vered his hand so he could continue to hold and fondle the balls while Adam re­laxed.

“Feels awfully good, boy.” He spread his legs apart, a signal that gave Kevin the go-ahead to do basically anything he wanted with the ‘nads.

Malik turned on his side to watch the ballwork. “Must be great to have him,” he said to Adam.

“For sure,” replied the Master. “You’ll get your slave, too. And soon.”

“How? Look at all the juice I spilled here! How can I win?”

“Don’t worry about your match. Just remember what I told you,” said the Master. “Kevin and I will be there to watch your victory.”

The match took place in a private room of a local leather bar. About twen­ty guys showed up to watch, and most had stripped down to briefs or jocks by the time the management locked the door. A young, blond-haired hunk acted as the ref, though his job consisted solely of verifying the all important submission. He wore only a shiny gold thong, which beautifully accentuated his long dick.

“Show it to me!” shouted one guy in the audience.

The ref gave him a half smile. “Later, if you’re real nice,” he said coyly.

Most of the spectators sat on chairs. The others stood along the walls. Adam and Kevin had chairs in the first row, almost at the edge of the mat. The ref stepped up to introduce the two wrestlers.

“This is Ripp, our Master and coach, 6’ 3”, 210 pounds. Challenging him is Malik, 6’ 2”, 200 pounds. If Ripp submits, Malik becomes a Master. If Malik submits, his status will not change and he’ll have to decide if he wants to do another challenge at a later time. Only a submission counts, and shooting off will be an automatic submission.”

The ref moved back and Malik and Ripp, both naked, went to the center of the mat. They shook hands and quickly locked up. The two guys leaned into each other like mountain rams in combat. Their dicks, already as hard as swords, seemed anxious to get into the match too. Malik’s rod stood straight up, easily surpassing his opponent’s in length.

Ripp looked at the incredible shaft. “How far does it shoot,” he taunted.

“You won’t be finding out tonight!” countered Malik.

Ripp broke a hand away and took a swipe at it. Malik intercepted the hand before it could make another attempt.

“What do you think of Ripp?” Adam asked his slave.

“Pretty intimidating,” he answered, impressed with the guy’s muscular physi­que, short black hair, jawline beard and cocky attitude. “But Malik’s got him beat where it counts the most!” he grinned, eyeing the stud’s balls and tool.

Malik broke a hand away next. He made a fist and slammed it squarely into the bottom half of Ripp’s rod. Ripp tore himself away and backed off.

Malik started in on him again without delay. He dropped down, grabbed a leg and pulled it toward him, immediately throwing Ripp to the mat on his butt. Tak­ing hold of Ripp’s left foot with both hands, Malik stood up, then quickly pinned the right ankle to the mat with his left foot. He forced the left leg outward, crotch-splitting his opponent—or at least, trying to. Ripp’s amazing leg strength made Malik’s work slow going.

“You can’t get me with this!” boasted Ripp, not allowing the leg to give much.

But Malik doggedly persisted. He began to make some progress, not simply by applying more pressure, but by jerking the leg to the left in short yet painful movements. Each one gained him an inch or so. Gradually he achieved a good spread, opening the crotch widely and putting the Master’s handsome balls on full display.

Malik kept this up. He didn’t expect to get a submission, but wanted to punish and weaken the hunk, to wear him down as much as possible. “Good lookin’ crotch,” he remarked. “Feel good too?”

Ripp didn’t answer, silently absorbing all the discomfort that Malik could produce with the eagle-spread. Still, one side of the guy’s mouth curved down­ward at times, a sign that the pain did indeed make an impact. Malik continued to work the hold.

“I’ve never seen such a long split,” Adam said to Kevin.

The slaveboy cringed as he watched Ripp’s crotch. He remembered all too well the first time he experienced the hold. It had happened in college, during a naked wrestling party his roommates had concocted. One guy got him in a wide wishbone that hurt like hell. Capitalizing on Kevin’s predicament, another guy grabbed his cock and started jacking it. They wouldn’t end the split until he gave them his juice. Since then, Kevin had a great respect for the hold and couldn’t understand how any guy could take that kind of torture, even for half a minute. Yet amazingly, the split went on minute after minute.

Just when Malik thought he had the Master in serious trouble, Ripp suddenly lifted his right knee and plunged the foot into the challenger’s nuts. Malik gasped and clutched them with both hands. Ripp leaped up and captured the stud in a bear hug. Unfortunately for Malik, his arms had become trapped under Ripp’s biceps. The Master didn’t hold back: he crushed his victim with breath-stopping power. Malik groaned as he tried to endure it. Soon, however, his energy level began to drop.

“Time to give, boy!” said the Master.

“No!” shouted Malik.

Ripp’s arms knifed deeper into the stud’s waist. Now beginning to cry out from the pain, Malik realized that he had to do something quickly. Since he still couldn’t wriggle an arm loose, he stretched his right hand toward the Master’s balls and at last gripped them.

“Ah!” groaned Ripp.

The onlookers believed he would immediately abandon the bear hug. Wrong. He squeezed harder, hoping to finish off Malik before the stud could do much ball damage. As Malik fought for air, he channeled all his remaining strength into the fingers of his right hand. No one watching the two wrestlers could see much of the ballgrip, but they could see the effect of it on Ripp’s face. They saw his jaw fall open and his eyelids shut tightly. The pain had gone beyond what he had expected—way beyond.

“Shit!” he gasped.

“Give!” demanded Malik, applying more pressure.

Ripp simply had to relinquish the bear hug, but he did so with a vengeance. He unhooked his arms from Malik’s waist and swiftly seized the stud’s ballsack with his right hand. Ripp’s biceps flexed as he squeezed the testicles between his steel-like fingers. Malik hadn’t anticipated this. He uttered a long, deep yell, reacting to feelings of pleasure as well as to the obvious pain. Both guys increased the power of their ball squeezes, each one quite sure he could force the other to submit. Ripp noticed, however, that Malik’s cock looked more aroused than before he’d started the ball squeeze.

“This turn you on, boy?” he asked, shaking the nutsack.

Malik didn’t reply, but Ripp knew the answer anyway. The Master added some downward pulls to his squeezing. Ripples of pleasure rushed through Malik’s shaft, then waves. Ripp added his left hand to the hold, squeezing a testicle with each hand. Malik let got of the Master’s balls and locked all ten fingers around his wrists. He tried to get the hands off his nuts using every possible means—pulling with varying degrees of pressure, gouging with finger nails, bending the claw fingers back one-by-one. These attempts took time, and through­out them his pleasure grew stronger, while his will to win grew weaker.

Some of the spectators yelled to Ripp to squeeze the balls harder. He did. Another spectator, a young guy sitting next to Adam, had a much different wish. “No,” he sighed, watching the ball squeeze gradually conquer the big stud. He held his jockstrapped rod tightly, as though praying Malik would turn things around and emerge the victor.

“You a fan of Malik?” Adam asked the kid.

“Yes! Oh yes!” came the reply, in a hushed, almost reverent tone. “He’s fan­tastic.”

“Looking for a Master?”

“Yes, sir—I am,” said the kid, never taking his eyes off Malik. “He has to win. He has to.”

Adam smiled at the guy’s intensity. Then he turned toward Malik. “I found a slaveboy for ya, man!” he shouted. “So get your ass in gear!”

Malik looked at his cock in horror: pre-cum ran down its side and more con­tinued to ooze from the hole. The ref came in close. He got down on one knee to watch the giant shaft, ready to announce the orgasm upon its first spurt. The sight of Malik’s excited cock made his own rod release some juice, darken­ing the front of his gold thong. The ref moved nearer to Malik’s shaft and stared intently at its every movement.

Without warning, Malik smashed his forehead into Ripp’s. The stunning blow disoriented the Master, but only for a moment. Malik followed up with three more powerful headbutts. The last one caused Ripp to stagger and to release Malik’s balls. Malik stepped back to regroup. He and the ref watched his twitching rod to make sure Ripp’s hold didn’t set off a delayed orgasm. Luckily, Malik escaped that possibility. The ref retreated and Malik immediately lunged toward the Master.

He tackled the guy authoritatively and grabbed a leg. The stud wrenched it up and twisted until Ripp turned onto his stomach. He held the foot high and bent it backward, arching the Master’s spine severely.

“Ah!” yelled Ripp, as Malik arched it further.

The stud pressed a knee into the lower back to intensify the hold.

“Good one, man!” Adam shouted to Malik.

The kid beside Adam held his cock tighter. “Yes—do it!” he whispered.

Ripp began to perspire. The standing backbreaker held its victim in an ex­tremely sexy position, but the move also exacted a terrible price. Few guys last very long in it. Despite Ripp’s spectacular conditioning, his spine, like any other guy’s, rebelled at the unnatural bend. The Master tried to free himself by suddenly rocking to one side. The weight of Ripp’s body threw Malik off balance—just enough to send him to the mat. The Master re­positioned his legs and had the stud in a body scissors. Ripp dug his powerful legs into Malik’s gut without mercy.

“Yeah!” he shouted, quickly obstructing the guy’s air intake.

Trapped on his back, Malik fought to breathe. Ripp’s thigh muscles bulged as they

assaulted him with a series of brutal squeezes. The stud screamed from the impact of each one, fearing he would have to submit if they continued much longer. But Ripp eased up a little. On his side facing Malik’s legs, he studied his opponent’s incredible shaft at close range. Suddenly he grabbed it. A spasm of pleasure coursed through Malik’s body.

Malik lifted his back off the mat to retaliate in some way, but Ripp end­ed the attempt by promptly squeezing the breath and energy out of him with the scissors. Malik sank to the mat again, gasping for air. Shortly afterward, Ripp released the huge shaft. The cock reacted to its freedom with frequent twitching and oozing.

“You like gettin’ grabbed, don’t ya,” observed Ripp. He smiled, then grabbed the shaft again. But only a few seconds later, Ripp again released it and grabbed it once more. He played this grab and release game for several minutes, driving Malik crazy.

And each time he grabbed the shaft, Ripp squeezed harder. Malik grunted as his pleasure grew into ecstasy.

Finally Ripp took hold of the tool and began to jack it slowly, confidently. “Yeah, this is the end for you, boy,” he said. “You’re gonna give me your juice, every drop. You know it’s gonna happen.”

“No!” whispered the kid next to Adam. “Hold it back! Hold it back!”

The ref reappeared, dropping to his knees beside Malik. “Wanna submit?” he asked, giving him the option of ending the match without shooting.

“No! Never!” gasped the stud. His already hard cock stiffened to granite.

“Oh yeah,” said Ripp, feeling it prepare for the coming explosion.

The ref’s excited rod spit out a big load of pre-cum. Half stayed inside the thong and half pushed right through the fabric.

Ripp held the stud’s cock motionless and applied a sustained squeeze—more than enough to trigger the orgasm. The ref watched it closely, but also kept an eye on the Master’s rod, which started to twitch noticeably. Suddenly Malik reached around Ripp’s thigh and drove a rigid finger into his balls again and again.

The guy screamed in pain. He broke away from Malik and got up on his knees, holding his stinging gonads. “You fucker!” he roared.

Malik quickly slipped behind the guy and wrapped him in a sleeper.

“Shit!” yelled Ripp.

The stud secured the hold with masterful precision. Ripp struggled, but the deadening of his body and mind had already begun to take effect. Malik fell backward to the mat, taking Ripp with him, and scissoring the guy as well.

“You’ve got him!” shouted Adam.

“Yes! Yes!” said the young fan, thrilled to the point of bursting.

Malik rubbed his opponent’s rod with a foot. Ripp groaned in pleasure as his shaft disregarded the sleeper’s influence and tightened rapidly. The ref stared at the swollen tool, which became so stiff that Malik’s foot couldn’t easily budge it. Ripp’s massive arms fell to his sides. One of them twitched briefly, then lay still.

The ref could have called the match at that point, but he waited, hoping that an orgasm would soon follow and leave to doubt about the outcome of the match. Malik continued to stroke the rod with his foot. At last he held it firmly between both feet. The ref watched the cock strain, poised on the edge of ecstatic release.

Ripp’s conscious had faded away, but his rock-like shaft teemed with energy and desire. Suddenly it exploded with incredible violence. Cum splashed onto the guy’s chin, his shoulders, his chest, his gut—everywhere.

“Submission!” shouted the ref.

Malik pushed Ripp away and rose to his knees. At the same mo­ment a surge of orgiastic pleasure paralyzed him. Every eye in the room focused on the mammoth shaft. Malik gripped it with both hands—not to prompt it to shoot—but to keep it steady during the orgasm. Malik aimed his cock in Adam’s direction. The first ejacu­lation shot several feet and managed to hit his admiring fan in the gut. The electrified kid stood up, pulled his jockstrap down and immediately began pumping out his own hot juice.

After the excitement eventually diminished, the ref held Malik’s arm aloft. “A new Master—and a very hot one!” he announced.

Adam and Kevin rushed onto the mat to congratulate the victor.

“I knew you could do it!” said Adam. “Welcome to the Master’s club!”

The two Masters hugged each other and slapped butts enthusiastically.

“There’s someone here who wants to meet you, man,” explained Adam. “He brought the kid over to them. “The dude’s somewhat shy—but he wants to be your slave.”

“What’s your name, boy?” asked Malik.

“Mike. I mean—Mike, sir.”

Malik scanned the kid’s handsome physique. He smiled and put an arm around his shoulder.

“Malik and Mike,” said Adam. “Sounds like a winning combination to me.”

Malik reached down and scooped up the kid’s balls in his hand. “I agree—two of a kind!” grinned the stud.

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