Payback

Dave couldn’t stomach Ken. Sure the guy was a good college student and football player, like himself, but Ken acted like he was the only member of the team. Ken’s thick blond hair and incredibly handsome face attracted swarms of girls, a fact that the dude often liked to bring up in conversations with teammates. Dave wasn’t jealous of Ken’s exploits. Everyone knew about Dave’s gay status, so Ken’s female conquests meant nothing to him. It was the dude’s obnoxious ego that bothered Dave. He hoped that someone would whittle Mr. Cute down to size.

Speaking of size, Dave smiled when he thought of Ken’s skinny dick and the eager females who wanted to get Mr. Cute into bed so they could worship his shaft, which they imagined must be as impressive as his beautiful face and ass. Wrong guess. Ironically, it was Dave who had the impressive dick—six inches when flaccid and ten when hard. Dave also had a more developed musculature; it wouldn’t be long until he had a body builder’s physique. If anyone were jealous, it ought to be Ken.

Late one Saturday afternoon after working out, the two guys found themselves alone in the locker room. Both wore white briefs that would soon come off when they took a shower. As usual, Ken bored Dave with an endless monologue about Charlene, his latest romantic interest.

“Hey big guy,” said Mr. Cute, giving Dave’s bulging pouch a sarcastic glance, “got a chick lined up for tonight?” He paused, then went on. “Oh, I forgot, you’re not one of us. I meant to say, do you have a dick lined up for tonight?”

That sent Dave over the top. He walked up to Ken with anger raging in his eyes and immediately rammed a fist into the guy’s gut. Ken bent forward, not able to draw a breath.

“I’ve had it with you!” said Dave. “I guess it’s up to me to teach you some manners!” He pushed the surprised, gasping halfback against the wall. “You ready for it, pencil dick?”

The guy didn’t respond. He was too busy trying to breathe. Dave kept him pressed to the wall with his left hand, then grabbed Ken’s brief-covered ballsack with the other. For the first time, a look of genuine fear transformed Mr. Cute’s pretty face.

Dave squeezed into the balls, causing instant pain.

“Ah!” whispered Ken in terror. He grasped the offending arm, but didn’t have sufficient strength to unhook the grip on his testicles.

“Yeah, I’m gonna make you suffer, man!” One-at-a-time, he pushed his fingertips further into Ken’s defenseless balls, toying with them to demonstrate his dominance. “You know, these nuts have possibilities. They’re kinda cool—unlike the rest of you!”

“Let go of ‘em!” said Ken, finally regaining his ability to speak.

“I don’t think so,” replied Dave. “They’re OK nuts, but they need some exercise.”

He jerked the ballsack down suddenly. Ken shouted from the sudden increase in testicle pain. The move pulled Ken’s brief tighter across his dick, clutching it, urging it to stiffen. It did so quickly, as if reacting to a long-deprived desire. Dave pulled the sack lower, putting even more pressure on the dick.

“Well, look at that!” said Dave, referring to Ken’s nearly erect sex muscle. “It’s alive after all!”

He released the ballgrip and seized the cock instead. Ken cringed as his teammate treated it to a serious bear hug. Mr. Cute grabbed Dave’s arm with both hands, but it was already too late to overcome the hold.

“Forget it, man!” advised Dave. “Take your hands away, or I’ll squeeze it so hard that you won’t be able to piss all weekend!”

Ken removed his hands and placed each one against the wall at his side. “You bastard!” he groaned.

Dave’s pleasure muscle started to grow rapidly while he bear hugged his victim’s rod. Ken gazed in amazement as the cock became granite-hard under the brief—and much longer than he expected. Its nearly horizontal position allowed the muscle to remain fully covered by the fabric, but just barely. The head of the ten-incher reached more than halfway across the top of Dave’s massive thigh, held in place for the moment by the brief’s narrow leg opening.

The hunk was intrigued by the shape of Ken’s rod as he bear hugged it. The five, maybe six-inch length wasn’t a problem, but narrowness of the thing disappointed him. Still, he found that this characteristic did have one significant advantage: it made power-squeezing a lot easier. A bigger circumference would mean expending more energy, especially if the bear hug lasted very long. As a result, Dave kept the hold going. He had fun occasionally giving the rod more severe squeezes within the main bear hug, enjoying Ken’s cries of pain every time he did it. Or, he wondered, were they cries of pleasure? The guy’s sex tool seemed harder than before, apparently at home inside the hunk’s hand.

“Hey buddy, you like this, don’t ya!” Dave pointed out.

“I’m not your buddy, you queer! And I DON’T like it!”

“Your cock likes it, man. I think it wants to rassle!”

“No!” yelled Ken. .

The guy prayed that Dave would let go. But the squeezing continued. Somehow he had to get away from the hunk. But how? What a predicament—embarrassingly trapped against the locker room wall by a team member, using his erect cock. Although he didn’t dare move, at least Ken felt lucky that nobody else was there to see him like this.

Or so he thought. Brad, another football player, looking for a friend in the gym, heard voices and walked toward the locker room to investigate. As he came closer, the words “queer” and “your cock likes it” reached his curious ears. Brad stepped more quietly so he wouldn’t be detected. He cautiously peered around the corner of the locker room. His jaw dropped when he saw Dave’s killer hold on the athlete’s cock. He made no sound, deciding to see what happened next.

Brad watched Ken’s agony with an interest that surprised himself. He almost wished that Ken were naked, so that he could see the straining cock more clearly. Anyhow, he mused, the suffering athlete did look good in that brief, which Dave was boldly violating with his strong hand. Brad gave his own dick some involuntary rubs through his jeans, encouraging it to harden. When it did, the guy realized something about himself that he hadn’t dealt with in the past. What would his girlfriend say?

“I’d love to finish ya off right here, but I’ll give ya a chance to fight me in the ring and save your worthless ass! And ya better fight me, ‘cause if you don’t, you’re gonna get creamed like you won’t believe!”

“OK, OK,” gasped Ken, eager to get his cock freed at last.

But Dave didn’t release it. Instead, he pulled Ken away from the wall, then pushed him backwards through the room with the muscle. “Do much wrestlin’?” he asked, nudging the athlete toward the practice boxing ring in an adjoining room. “Hope so,” he answered for the wincing Ken.

Following behind the two and not visible by them, Brad watched the hunk force Ken into the center of the ring, still using the guy’s cock as his means of control. The sight made Brad’s shaft stand straight up inside his jockstrap and beg for attention. He opened the fly of his jeans and gave it some.

“You know, I hate givin’ your cock back to you, man,” said Dave, still not ready to unhand the muscle. “Workin’ it over is a real turn-on, man!” He grinned, relishing the look of pain on Ken’s face. “How about one more big squeeze?”

Ken automatically re-grabbed Dave’s arms as a kind of plea for him to reconsider. The hunk wasn’t interested. He suddenly squeezed the rod with incredible intensity. Ken cried out and rolled his eyes in pain. The sound of his cry sent chills down Brad’s spine—chills of both shock and longing. The observer couldn’t help squeezing into his own cock to try to duplicate what Ken was feeling.

Ken’s knees weakened under the force of the crushing hold. When Dave let go, Mr. Cute collapsed onto the ring mat, clutching his aching cock. “Damn you! Damn you!” he shouted.

The hunk took a little time-out and stroked his brief-encased shaft head. By chance he looked up in the direction of Brad. He recognized the guy and grinned, but said nothing. Brad grinned back.

Ken didn’t notice Brad, however he did take advantage of the brief time-out. He leaped up and caught the hunk by surprise. He tackled Dave and brought him down with a thud. Ken speedily crawled onto Dave’s back and hammerlocked both arms. He grasped the wrists with one hand so he could free up the other one. Then he shifted his position slightly and grabbed Dave’s right foot with his free hand. He pulled the foot backward and up, soon raising the hunk’s thigh off the mat into a kind of half crab variation. He wrenched it back a lot farther than he had to, deliberately creating as much pain as possible.

Brad liked the hold. From his vantage point and with Dave’s leg raised high, he could look directly at the hunk’s exposed crotch and that huge cock bulge. Ken pulled the leg back even farther. Dave grunted—the pain had started to give him trouble. Determined to break away, he used all his strength to roll to one side. The roll toppled Ken and Dave jumped up to retaliate.

The two faced each other in an on-guard stance. Their briefs now rode lower around

their waists, showing off the cocks in greater relief.

“Come on, pretty boy, come and get me,” taunted Dave, beckoning his opponent with the fingers of both hands.

Ken attacked, plowing into the hunk’s gut with his shoulder. Dave locked his arms around the guy’s upper body as though he planned to do a bear hug. But instead, he lifted Ken off the mat and up onto his shoulder into a backbreaker position. He let the guy slowly slide down behind him, back to back, until his hands caught Ken just below the chin. Dave interlocked all ten fingers around the neck and held his victim there, suspended above the ring floor.

The hangman was a favorite submission hold of Dave’s. His cock always began to pulse in pleasure when he put it on a guy. One of his fantasies consisted of hanging a guy until the pleasure took him all the way to an orgasm. Unfortunately for Dave, the dangerous hold couldn’t be applied very long due to the serious damage it could cause.

Ken’s hands opened in terror as Dave continued the hold. “No! Stop!” he shouted, or tried to shout, but the strangle hold blocked much of the volume.

Dave widened his stance, basking in the glory of his mammoth, fully charged sex pole. “Beg me to stop!” demanded Dave.

Ken didn’t waste any time. “Please! Let me go! Please!”

The hunk delayed another few seconds, then dropped Cuteboy abruptly. Coughing and holding his neck, Ken looked at Dave with vengeance blazing in his eyes. The hunk stood over him like a giant, flaunting his gorgeous physique as if impervious to destruction. Ken set out to prove that the big guy was indeed vulnerable. And he demonstrated it with a single move, a quick but well-judged blow into Dave’s balls.

It stunned the hunk, yet he felt no immediate, brutal pain from the strike. After all, he had long believed he possessed “balls of steel,” easily absorbing testicle hits in the past. But a few seconds later, the pain hit him and did so fiercely. Ken grinned as he watched Dave stagger, fall to his knees, then bend forward holding his balls. A look of nauseating pain contorted the guy’s face. Dave curled up on his side, fighting desperately against the urge to scream, even to cry.

Ken crawled over to him and rolled the injured hunk onto his back with no difficulty. Next, he sat down on Dave’s chest and stared menacingly into the guy’s face. “What’s the matter, queer? Can’t stand a little pain?”

“I’m gonna shut you up for good,” threatened Dave.

“Sure you are, tough guy,” Ken replied sarcastically. “But first, I’m gonna shut you up!”

He moved his ass forward until it covered Dave’s face. The hunk tried to pull the guy off with both hands, but Ken pinned them on either side of Dave’s head with a minimum of effort. The hunk shouted defiantly, although with Ken’s ass blocking his mouth, the shouts came out only as indecipherable, muffled grunts.

“Feel good down there?” asked Ken. “It feels good to me! While you’re down there, show me how queers lick a guy’s butt!”

Enraged, Dave started to force his hands upward to get out of his pinned situation. But the pain in his testicles still robbed him of the energy he needed to overpower the guy, and his hands fell back to the floor in defeat.

“I’m waiting,” Ken reminded him, rubbing his ass back and forth across Dave’s nose and mouth. “Lick me. Push my brief into that crack with your tongue!”

Dave opened his mouth wide, but not to do any licking. As Ken’s ballsack passed overhead, the hunk captured it decisively. The sack was solid and tightly wrapped by the brief. It fit perfectly inside Dave’s mouth. He sank his teeth into the sensitive gonads. Ken instantly stopped moving and yelped in pain. Fear gripped him as he imagined what could lie ahead for his balls—and his masculinity.

Dave pressed his teeth in deeper into the guy’s balls.

“Ah! No!” yelled Ken, no longer willing to put his testicles at risk any longer. He moved his hands off of Dave’s, allowing the hunk to get up.

Dave crawled out from under Ken, who remained on all fours to give his balls a few more seconds to recover. In that time, the hunk threw himself down on Ken’s back, flattening his body to the mat. He grabbed a fistful of brief and jerked it forward roughly. Ken cried out as the bunched up cloth wedged deeply in his ass.

“Just what you asked for, man—the brief in your crack!” sneered Dave. “Deep enough for you?” He forced the jock in further with another big forward pull.

Ken’s asscrack hurt like hell, and so did his aching balls. “Oh shit!” he gasped through his teeth.

Dave wrenched the brief forward once again, packing the crack with more of it and driving Ken’s beautiful cakes further apart. “Oh yeah! Your buns are lookin’ better by the minute!” The hunk gave Ken’s exposed ass a slap. “I bet your nuts feel better too, right buddy?” He pulled on the brief with an extreme, continuous pressure that squeezed his crack and balls unmercifully.

“Fuck! Fuck!” shouted Ken.

“So that’s what you want? Some butthole action?” mocked Dave.

He pulled the brief out of Ken’s crack and drove his middle finger into the warm ass.

“Ah!” screamed Ken.

Dave looked directly at the teammate watching in the distance and finally acknowledged his presence. “How do like this one, Brad?” he grinned, wiggling his hand and ass-embedded finger.

Brad smiled back and wiggled his middle finger in approval.

Even though acutely pained and preoccupied at having Dave’s finger buried in his ass, Ken looked up in horror at the word “Brad.”

“That’s right, buddy,” confirmed the hunk, “we have an audience.”

Ken looked closer and spotted his teammate. “God dammit!” yelled Ken at the height of anger and humiliation.

“Get up and say hello to Brad,” ordered Dave.

Ken didn’t move. Dave pushed his finger deeper into the ass and repeated the order. Ken slowly brought his knees up under him. Dave stood and prodded the guy’s butt with his finger. Gradually Ken got to his feet, still with Dave’s finger inside him.

“Say hello like a good boy,” Dave insisted.

“Hey Brad,” said Ken softly, dejectedly.

The embarrassed guy couldn’t allow his degrading position to last one second longer. He suddenly jumped forward, escaping from Dave’s finger. He grasped the ropes for support, spun around and re-grasped them as he glared at Dave.

“You ready to give up and be cool from now on?” asked Dave.

Ken gave him his answer in the form of saliva, which he promptly spit at the hunk.

“Looks like you need another lesson in manners, boy,” warned Dave.

The two lunged toward each other again. But Cuteboy’s blind rage prevented him from detecting the hunk’s next maneuver, which ensnared him with lightning speed. In one smooth movement, Dave hooked his arms around Ken’s neck, slipped behind him and planted his left thigh in front of the guy’s thigh. Dave pulled the neck backward to secure the hold. Pain stabbed into Ken’s mid section.

“Yeah!” yelled Dave triumphantly. “Ever been in an ab stretch before? Feels good, doesn’t it!”

Ken groaned as the pain increased. Brad’s cock pounded furiously inside his jockstrap. He found himself walking out of the shadows, nearer to the ring. He had to get a better view of this fantastic hold, one that he’d seen on TV wrestling only a couple of times, but a move that truly entranced him. He sat down close to the ring and stroked his jock encased rod as he watched.

Dave turned his victim toward Brad, so that the front of Ken’s brief with its prominent, outthrusting cock faced him directly. Then he stretched the guy out even more, tensing the abdominal muscles until Ken screamed in pain. Dave spread his muscular legs wide to ensure that he maintained the proper balance.

Brad thought he looked awesome: a breathtakingly powerful male completely in charge of another well-built guy, and a handsome one for sure. Seeing Dave at work on that body—dominating it, torturing it, possessing it—stirred his emotions to the core. Something else caught his attention as well. The more the blond boy suffered, the more his cock seemed to jut out into his brief. Did he actually like being trapped in this hold? Brad wondered if an ab stretch would do the same thing to him.

Then Dave put the finishing touch on his hold. He gripped Ken’s chin with his left hand and took hold of the guy’s right foot with his other one. Brad gasped as the hunk lifted the leg and bent it backward, bowing Ken’s body across his own in an obviously dangerous, but also obviously sexy, position. The dude’s body couldn’t be twisted any farther and the wild, terrified expression on his face proved it. Brad looked at the guy’s cock. He could almost feel it repeatedly ramming itself into the brief, trying to get into the action. Or was it his own cock that he felt?

“Yeah! YEAH!” roared Dave. He knew Ken, or any guy, would have to yield to this kind of punishment. He waited patiently for the kid to succumb to his will.

Ken held out as long as he could, but soon screamed out his submission. “I give up!” I give!”

Dave let go, letting gravity unceremoniously pull his victim to the mat. The hunk stood next to him and flexed in magnificent splendor for Brad. He really did look like a body builder, with muscles bulging all over his body. Brad’s gaze zeroed in on every area—the broad shoulders and curving pecs, the clearly defined abs, the powerful biceps, the tree trunk thighs. In one respect, though, Dave differed from the usual body builder pose: the hunk’s skimpy, tight brief flaunted the biggest erect pole he’d ever seen. The cock appeared to be flexing too under the brief, as if it wanted its freedom. Then Brad looked closer at it and discovered something else. The fabric hugging the cockhead showed a darkened spot at the piss hole. Brad knew it was cum, not piss, and he became more aroused than ever.

Neither of the two guys were paying any attention to Ken, who they both believed, had been sufficiently beaten. But Ken’s animosity had surpassed the boiling point. Ignoring his pain-wracked body, he thrust his snarling mouth toward Dave’s flexing calf muscle and bit into it.

The hunk shrieked as Ken’s teeth went deeper. The pain momentarily paralyzed Dave, then he swung around and smashed his fist down onto the back of Ken’s neck. The blow disengaged the jaws from his calf, leaving Cuteboy on his knees, stunned. Dave pulled the guy up and propelled him backward with great force to one of the ring’s corner posts.

“So you want more?” said the hunk. “It’ll be a pleasure!”

He approached Ken, and keeping each of the guy’s arms pinned against the top rope with a hand, he bent forward with an open mouth and seized Cuteboy’s left nipple. He bit into it hard, disregarding the sensitivity of the tit flesh. Ken’s scream pierced the air. The accompanying look on the guy’s face was something that Brad would never forget. Dave continued to torture the tit. Grinding his teeth together, the hunk inflicted a sharp, intolerable pain that made Ken scream louder and louder. Conversely, Dave’s pleasure rose. More pre-cum shot into his brief.

At last he released the tit and gave it a parting lick. Ken’s body sank slightly, thankful that the torture had ended. But Dave immediately attacked the right nipple in the same way. Cuteboy’s screaming continued anew, but with even more anguish and volume than before. The hunk loved hearing it, and loved the feeling of pleasure it generated in his shaft. Brad’s pleasure escalated as well. He had to let go of his tool so that he wouldn’t suddenly fill his jock with cum.

When Dave finally freed the tit, Ken was disoriented and out of his mind with pain. The hunk pulled him out of the corner slowly, confidently, displaying the complete control he now had over Cuteboy. He steadied Ken in the center of the ring, then gave him one massive gut punch. The guy fell forward into Dave, unable to stand or talk or breathe.

“I think you need a rest, man,” said the hunk.

He eased Ken back against the ropes and fastened his hands between the top two of them. With the guy securely in place, Dave turned toward Brad. “Nice sight, huh!”

The teammate grinned and put a hand around his jockstrapped cock.

“But it’s time for us to see all of him…..” The musclestud stepped up to Ken and looked at the upright bulge in his brief. “…Especially this.”

Dave grasped the sides of Ken’s brief. He pulled it down and off in one quick motion. The guy’s rod, now unobstructed by the brief, swung forward, but still maintained a mostly upright position. Dave put a hand on it and began a thorough inspection. More fascinated than ever by the slender pole, the hunk felt it from top to bottom. Ken groaned, both from the humiliation and the pleasure this caused him. He couldn’t believe that a gay guy was toying with his cock while a teammate watched.

“I won’t forget this, you faggot scum!” cried Ken.

“I bet you won’t!” quipped Dave. “At least, your cock won’t!” He flicked the rod with a finger and watched it twitch enthusiastically. “I’m gettin’ to like your pencil, dude.”

A new and scary thought entered Ken’s mind: what if he should cum? That would surely be the end of him—his reputation, his unquestioned status as a straight college football player, everything. He’d be ruined. That possibility sent a renewed rush of rage and adrenalin into every cell of his body. He twisted violently, finally managing to free his left arm from the ropes.

“Looks like you wanna play some more,” said Dave.

Ken unfastened the remaining arm and flew into the hunk. Dave shot an arm between the guy’s legs, scooped him up high, then sent him down to the mat with an authoritative slam. Ken groaned in pain and clutched his aching spine. Dave wrapped his thighs around Cuteboy’s neck, ready to demonstrate the devastation of his head scissors. Lying so that he faced Ken’s legs, the hunk clamped his tree-trunks into the naked, struggling halfback.

“Ah! Shit!” he yelled, frantically trying to pry the thighs apart.

Dave grinned at the worthless attempts and continued squeezing Mr. Cute. Brad squeezed his cock, imagining it trapped between the crushing muscles of Dave’s thighs. The hunk pushed himself off the mat with both hands to increase the pressure on Ken’s neck. But doing so also increased the pleasure in Dave’s cock, which still craved release from the confines of his brief. Ken gasped. His eyelids opened wide, shocked by the amount of muscle Dave was applying.

The hunk poured on the punishment for another moment or two, then resumed the previous position lying on his side. Ken fought to take in air following the power squeeze. But Dave gave him little time to recover. He elevated his upper body once more and unleashed another heart-stopping squeeze. Ken pounded out a submission on the hunk’s rigid thighs, since he couldn’t speak.

The pounding turned Dave on. “Yeah!” he grunted. “Hit me!”

Ken’s face started to change color from the lack of oxygen. But Dave, facing the opposite direction, couldn’t see it. He continued the squeeze until he began to feel the juice churning in his balls, eager to break loose. The hunk dropped to the mat again, relaxing the hold somewhat.

Ken gulped air as fast as he could. Getting comfortable on the mat, Dave watched the blonde’s rod twitch. He put the fingers of his right hand around it.

“No!” cried Ken.

“What are you afraid of, boy?” asked Dave.

“Nothin,’ you fuckin’ queer!”

“I think you are,” replied the hunk. “Afraid to show us your cum.”

Dave started to jack the rod slowly and sensually. Sweat broke out all over Ken’s face from the anxiety that suddenly gripped him. He pounded again on the thighs, on the mat, on anything he could reach. Pleasure began to grow inside the naked athlete. He bridged up, hoping to somehow pull himself out of the scissors. But he found that bridging only made the pleasure grow faster. So he dropped his ass to the mat again and tried to distract himself with other thoughts.

Meanwhile, Dave continued to stroke Ken’s rod. “How much does it shoot, dude?”

Ken didn’t answer, trying not to think about semen. The hunk kept at the rod for several more minutes. Brad watched him closely, marveling at Dave’s skillful cockwork. A spurt of pre-cum at last shot from the rod.

“No!” shouted Ken.

“Yeah!” said Dave.

But continued stroking did not bring the explosion of cum that Dave wanted. “I guess your cock wants me to get rough with it.”

He released the scissors, rolled Ken on his stomach and grabbed hold of the guy’s ankles. Standing over Ken’s prone body, Dave began to bend his knees, gradually squatting lower and lower. The guy’s back began to arch as his legs bent backward. Ken wasn’t a wrestler, but he knew the seriousness of the hold that Dave was going for. He tried twisting and crawling to the left and right, but it was too late: the hunk already had him tightly crabbed.

Dave sat down in the small of Ken’s back. The location felt very satisfying to him. It was a place where he could put a maximum amount of pressure on the blond using a minimum amount of energy. It was, in addition, the best place to view Ken’s unusually attractive, rounded ass. Dave leaned back into the hold.

“Shit! No!” shouted Ken, feeling his spine bending.

“Yeah, we’re goin’ all the way with this one, man!” stated the hunk. He kept leaning backward. Ken’s thighs were now well above the mat. His ballsack and rod hung down in full view of Brad, whose cock could no longer resist depositing a load of pre-cum into his tightly drawn jockstrap.

Knowing that Brad was watching every movement of his excited rod, Ken began to sense something new—a unsettling, exhibitionistic feeling deep inside him. As a teen, he’d never let another guy see him erect. Yet now, his cock felt almost thrilled at being scrutinized. This disturbed him greatly, primarily because there was nothing he could do to halt the feeling.

Another jolt of pain returned him to the reality of the Boston crab. Dave had wrenched his body several inches further. His spine felt like it would snap at any moment. Brad stared in disbelief at the extreme curvature of Ken’s back-bent physique. He didn’t know how any guy could stand it.

Dave loved the total command the full crab gave him. But he also liked crab variations. Without warning, the hunk let go of Ken’s right leg. At first the guy thought he was home free, but then Dave reached into his crotch and grasped his stiff rod. When the hunk started to pull it upward and gradually back between the thighs, Ken slammed his fists into the mat again and again.

“Fuck! No! I give! I give!” he shouted.

But the submission fell on Dave’s deaf ears. “Yeah!” yelled the hunk, forcing the guy’s cock further and further back.

Screaming in a bloodcurdling combination of pain and pleasure, Ken clawed the mat with his fingers. Dave felt a change in the guy’s crabbed cock. It had tightened considerably. Then another spurt of pre-cum flew from the cumhole. He dropped Ken’s left leg and grabbed the back-wrenched rod with both hands.

“No! Please! Don’t make me cum! Anything but that!” screamed Ken.

Dave pulled the cock closer to him. Ken tried to raise his butt and lessen the pressure, but the attempt failed. The hunk squeezed into the muscle with more power, determined to make him shoot.

“Please don’t! Please!” yelled Ken, hoping Dave would have mercy and call it quits.

“Settle down, man,” said Dave. “Let it come. All of us do this to each other. Now it’s your turn. Let it fly!”

The admission shocked Ken. He hadn’t realized the other team members played around like this. The information made him feel a little less awkward. Dave squeezed his sex tool again, and this time the pleasure became too big for the blond to handle. More pre-cum shot out and the guy grunted in loud, obvious pleasure.

“Yeah, give it to us!” urged Dave.

The narrow rod hardened to a degree that surprised and delighted Dave. Its solidity now prevented him from squeezing into it any further. So he hung on, ready for the guy’s pump to kick into gear.

Brad stood up. He walked to the ring ropes, took hold of them and locked his gaze on Ken’s rod.

“Ah Fuck!” cried the halfback, feeling the pleasure suddenly shoot through his cock with lightning speed.

Ken’s rod may have been narrow, but it exploded like a stick of dynamite. Cum fired upward several feet, then down onto the handsome ass. The shots kept going, fueled by additional pulling and squeezing from Dave.

“Oh yeah! Do it, boy!” shouted the victorious hunk, watching load after load erupt from the cockhead.

Ken’s screams of pleasure were more than Dave could take. His own pleasure had reached its apex. He got up, stripped off his brief and threw it to the ring’s edge. Brad retrieved the moist fabric and put it up to his mouth and nose.

The hunk turned Ken over and dropped down on his chest. He reached back, seized the startled guy’s feet and pulled them forward into a tight jackknife pin. Dave positioned his wide cockhead against Ken’s mouth. There was no doubt what would occur next, and Cuteboy was powerless to prevent it.

Dave pushed the head between Ken’s lips. Brad saw the monstrous shaft gradually disappear into the guy’s mouth. Ken gagged as the long pole reached into his throat.

“That’s right—take it all,” grunted Dave.

The hunk began thrusting—slowly, but with a motion that aroused the greatest possible pleasure within him. “Yes! Yes!” groaned Dave. “You gonna be my buddy from now on?”

Ken couldn’t speak, but he patted Dave’s thigh agreeably, even admiringly.

“Good deal, man,” said Dave.

His thrusting paused as the pleasure became too powerful. He let it subside, then resumed the back and forth movement of the shaft. A large load of pre-cum burst from the cockhead. The hunk paused again. “It’s time, buddy!”

Ken looked up at him, terrified.

“It’s OK—nothin’ to worry about. “You’ll like it.”

Keeping Ken’s legs restrained at his sides, Dave let himself fall forward until the top of his head hit the mat. This tightened the rollup pin to the utmost and fused the two guys into a single body of skin and muscle. The hunk no longer had to move, and didn’t. Pleasure swirled through every inch of his throbbing shaft. The warmth of Ken’s mouth and the feeling of his tongue against it were more than enough to stimulate him now. Dave grunted louder as the pleasure expanded. His ballsack hardened and pressed into the blonde’s chin. Suddenly the pleasure peaked. Ken gripped Dave’s thighs for support.

“Take it! Take it!” grunted the hunk.

Dave rammed his shaft forward as the cum exploded. He pumped hard, flooding Ken with recurring waves of stud cream. Each blast made the hunk cry out in raucous pleasure. Brad watched, unable to hold back his pleasure any longer. His impatient cock suddenly exploded, firing thick gobs of manhood into his jockstrap. The kid gasped and clutched the ropes……

After the two guys had ejaculated the last of their cum, Dave sat alongside Ken to rest for a minute. “You were great, man,” he said to the blond.

“Fuck, I didn’t know the other team members did this,” said Ken.

“They don’t, but I thought that saying it would help you shoot.”

Dave got up and went over to Brad. He ducked under the top rope, smiling at the guy’s soaked jock. “I didn’t think you were gay.”

“Me either, until today!” said Brad.

Dave scanned the room for his discarded brief.

Brad held it up in front of him and grinned. “It’s a little wet.”

“I see that,” replied Dave. He put his hand around the guy’s still hard, jock-covered pole, moistening his fingers with the thick liquid. “Wet from this, I bet.”

Brad nodded sheepishly.

“I’m honored to have your cream on my brief, buddy,” said Dave. “Let’s head over to my place, dry off and down some beers.”

As they left the room, Dave turned toward Ken, who was on his hands and knees in the center of the ring, looking bleakly at his dripping rod.

“Have a nice night, dude,” he said to the blond with a smile, rubbing a hand over Brad’s tight ass.

(end)