Taking It

I guess I owe it all to my teen buddy, Paul. My first sexual experience was with him, and it made a big impact on me. So big, in fact, that it accounts for the way I am today—a twenty-eight-year-old stud who’s turned on by pain as well as pleasure. Paul taught me about both, and how to be a man.

I’ll never forget that moment. He and I started to wrestle on my bed. Dicks became hard under our Levi’s. Paul soon grabbed mine. He squeezed into it. I liked the feeling and let him prolong his finger clamp.

“Ever done this before?” he whispered.

“No,” I answered.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Yeah.”

He began squeezing my cock in different places, each time using more pressure. I didn’t try to stop him. My rod seemed to get stiffer by the minute.

“Get outa your jeans,” he said. “I wanna show you something cool.”

I took off my Levi’s, stretched out on my back and waited to see what Paul would do next. He pulled the front of my brief down and secured it behind my ballsack. At first he just stared at the sight before him.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Nothin.’ I just never saw one this big before,” he whispered.

He started to play with my cock. It reared up at the slightest tickle or touch. Paul grinned, surprised that a shaft so big could jerk so high. After having his initial fun with the rod, he focused his attention on my cockhead. The dude stroked and rubbed it until the entire pole throbbed with pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” said Paul, uncannily sensing what I felt and knowing what it would lead to—even if I didn’t.

The pleasure became so intense that it startled me, scared me. My jaw dropped open. Paul bent down, bringing his head closer to my cock as he worked on it. The pleasure kept building. My arms began to tremble.

“It’s O.K. Jed, you’re gettin’ close,” he said.

I writhed and twisted and bucked as the dude turned my shaft into an inferno of pleasure. I clutched Paul. He held me down with a hand across my throat. “No! Oh god!” I gasped.

Suddenly the pleasure reached a peak. I felt paralyzed, defenseless. My shaft tightened. I dug my fingers into Paul. My heart raced.

“Do it!” said Paul.

I thrust my cock upward as cum exploded from me for the first time. My mind seemed to explode as well. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My cock had become a huge blaster, firing juice so powerfully that it flew far beyond my shoulders. I gasped and grunted while Paul continued to jack the shooting pleasure pole. Large pools of cum formed on my heaving chest. My muscles flexed. Every spasm brought more cum and a new wave of almost unbearable pleasure.

When the spasms at last died away, they left me wet with cum and breathing hard. Paul didn’t let go of my cock. He kept feeling and stroking it in wonder.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.

“A friend of my older brother showed me. He’s really a cool guy. He has a big dick, too. But not anything like yours! You have a giant.”

I put a hand on his arm. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

My cock started playing tag with his hand again, as if it had never shot off.

Paul grinned. He positioned his fingers around my thick rod. I moved closer to him, eager for another pleasure session.

“This time it’s gonna be different,” he said. “No holding onto me—you’re gonna take it like a man. OK?”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I agreed. I would have agreed to anything to get Paul to juice me again. Suddenly he gripped my cock with a murderous squeeze. My body jerked from the shock of it. He squeezed harder.

“Ah!” I gasped. “Stop—it hurts!”

Paul responded to my agony by applying more pressure.

I grabbed his hand to try to pull it away. “No!” I cried.

“Take your hand away,” said Paul.

Terrified and wincing in pain, I let my hand fall to the bed. The dude crawled on my chest, facing my cock. Then suddenly it felt like he’d stuck a knife into my shaft. I’d never felt such pain. “Stop! Stop!” I begged.

“Shut up and take it like a man!”

Although I wanted to stop him, I couldn’t. The pain blocked any thought of escape or retaliation. I pushed my fists into the mattress and begged Paul to end the torture. But my pleading had no effect. The pain only got worse. As the minutes passed, it began to do strange things to my mind. I wondered what the fuck he was doing to my cock to cause so much agony. I became curious. I wanted to see the hold, to find out the exact position of Paul’s fingers on my big shaft. But with the guy’s back directly in front of me, that was impossible.

Whatever the hold, it sure captivated Paul. He kept his head bent down and his body motionless, totally absorbed in its execution. That realization hit me in a bizarre way. Seeing a guy focus so much attention on my cock, even though it produced pain, made me feel important. Even sexy. I began to believe that my shaft would survive the punishment, maybe even become tougher as a result.

“Yeah, good boy,” said Paul unexpectedly.

His comment made me feel better, but I didn’t know why. The pain was still intense. I could feel it pulsing through my entire shaft. What my buddy said next shocked me.

“You’re gonna shoot, man.”

How could that be? Why didn’t I feel any pleasure? Soon, however, it did begin to emerge through the pain. I’ll never forget that moment. Pleasure and pain fought an incredible battle inside my cock. To my surprise, the pleasure grew amazingly strong, taking control of my long cock inch-by-inch, second-by-second.

“Oh shit!” I whispered. I spread my legs apart. “Yes! Get me!” I gasped. The orgasm rocked me even more than the first one had. The sight of my violent ejaculations made Paul erupt too. As we blasted each other’s bodies with sperm, I knew that I had found my sexual home-base.

Unfortunately, Paul moved away, and I found that other guys didn’t like to do what I liked. So I initiated some advertising over the internet. I described myself as a specialist in “sex terror,” offering a truly scary bondage experience and also a training program in my methods. That intrigued guys, young ones particularly, and they began to respond.

I started each guy with an interview, requiring that he wear a thong. I began by doing a manual check of the dude’s balls and dick. If his dick hardened while I checked him out, he passed the first test. Then I would strip off the thong and do further ball and cock checking. I’d usually conclude by giving the guy an unexpected punch in the crotch.

If the guy handled this well, I showed him a contract ready for his signature. It named the areas of his body I would work on, the risks involved, and it absolved me of any liability for injury or illness. With this I intended to intimidate him, to begin the process of terror. If he chickened out at that point and left, I at least got to see him naked and feel his equipment. If the guy signed, I made him come back another day for more. This delay provided additional time to fuel his desire, and maybe his fear as well.

But the contract gave no specific information about what I would do to a particular body part, or how long I would spend on it. Nor did it mention cum. I didn’t want to scare off the straight guys, who only showed up to see how much torture they could endure. Yet, extracting cum was always my main goal, and I especially enjoyed taking it from guys who didn’t want to give it to me.

Following the example of Paul, I instructed each stud to lie on my bed, butt-against-mattress, wearing only a thong. Then I’d chain the guy’s ankles and wrists to the bed posts. Seeing the stud helpless would give me an instant erection. I’d strip and make sure he saw it. This really scared Blaine, one of my first victims. Straight and exceptionally handsome, he worried that I might shove my cock up his young ass. I increased his anxiety by telling him that, in fact, I would fuck him at the end of the session—unless I shot off before then. That made him want to do whatever he could to keep me aroused, and to see me cum.

I further terrified the dude by dropping some stuff on the bed between his thighs— a lock-down pliers, a pair of ten-inch scissors, a towel, a length of nylon cord, and a few clamps of various sizes. The look on his face said, “Damn! What have I gotten myself into?” I reassured Blaine by sitting alongside him and lightly stroking his thong-covered dick. When it began to harden, I moved to the guy’s chest and sat down, facing his thong. Resting on folded legs at each side of him, I massaged his gut sexy gut with my right hand. Just as he started to relax, I lifted the open hand and then plunged it into his gut flesh.

The sudden claw shocked him. Blaine cried out as my fingers reached deeper and deeper into his abs. The guy jerked on the arm chains, trying to get loose.

“Take it, kid—it turns me on!” I said.

His cries of pain continued. My fingertips found a good place to dig in. I bent them inward, squeezing the gut more and more severely. Blaine screamed. My cock stood upright, already eager to start pumping. I squeezed as long as I dared. I stopped before ejaculating, but it was close.

Blaine’s gut moved up and down in monumental breaths, no doubt thankful for its regained freedom. I watched it for a few moments, then slammed my hand into the gut once more. My fingers quickly returned to their digging place and went to work again. The kid groaned as he felt me reach into him. But he groaned louder when I plunged my free hand into his gut as well, right below the other one. The two simultaneous claws instantly doubled his pain—and my pleasure.

“Tell me you like it, boy!” I demanded.

The guy was too busy suffering to say anything.

“Tell me you like this, or you won’t have a gut left!” I yelled, probing his insides with my fingers.

“O.K! O.K!” gasped Blaine, hardly able to speak. “I….I…like it!” he finally said.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear!” I said.

I had the gut thoroughly imprisoned. My fingers were buried in the stud so deep that I could only see the top half of them. Damn sexy! But even more sexy was reapplying the hold to my handsome, defenseless victim. I released then re-gripped his gut so powerfully that the impact drove most of the kid’s air out of him. The squeeze that followed lasted a lot longer than the first one—several grueling minutes. I really ripped into Blaine’s abs and succeeded in holding back my cum at the same time. By the time I finished with his gut, the kid was in a world of pain.

“That was just to get you warmed up,” I remarked to the agonized stud. I went back to stroking the dude’s dick. “Is it gonna get hard for me?” I asked. In a state daze and breathing rapidly, Blaine said nothing. “If not, I’m gonna see how much more your gut can take.”

“No—wait! Please!” he begged.

I felt his dick begin to stiffen as I fingered it. “That’s better,” I said. The muscle kept enlarging. Soon it even outgrew the thin, stretchy thong. “Much better.” I picked up the scissors and snipped the blades together several times so Blaine would hear it. “Now we get rid of that thong,” I said.

I opened the scissors and put the center of the thong’s waistband between its blades. I felt Blaine’s body tighten in fear as I rested the scissors against the side of his cock. “Don’t move, man, or your cock’s gonna get suddenly smaller.” I cut through the thong slowly, using the rod as my guide. Blaine held his breath, feeling the scissors gradually inch down his cock. Upon reaching the bottom, I made another cut across the base of the thong’s pouch. Feeling the scissor blades against his balls frightened him even more.

I removed the thong pieces and threw them aside. “Lookin’ good, Blaine,” I said, gazing at the kid’s long, firm cock and bulging nuts. Despite Blaine’s anxiety—or maybe because of it—his rod had become much stiffer. “Time to get down to business.”

I held the closed scissors upright, positioning its finger holes against Blaine’s nuts. Then I forced his cock upright alongside the scissors and wrapped my hands around both, one above the other. The guy sensed something big was about to happen. Suddenly I squeezed with both hands, pressing the cock against the sides of the scissor blades.

“Ah!” yelled the kid, horror-struck.

“Yeah! Now you know what a real bear hug feels like!” I said. “Can you take it?”

“No! No!” shouted Blaine.

I squeezed harder.

“Stop!” begged the kid.

I disregarded Blaine’s shouts and squeezed with maximum strength. The guy’s screams were incredibly sexy. He tried to twist and pull his arms free, but there was no hope of getting them loose. I began to alternate my extreme squeeze from one hand to the other. Sometimes I concentrated on the lower half of the rod with my left hand, then switched to the upper half with my right. It was the right-hand that got results. The more pressure I applied, the redder his cockhead became. The squeeze finally forced some semen out of the cum hole.

“Fuck!” yelled Blaine.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take your juice, buddy—everything you’ve got!” I said, crushing his hot cock flesh into the cold steel blades of the scissors.

Blaine gasped. His body tightened. Sperm began to ooze from the rod.

“No!” cried Blaine, realizing he was on the brink of an orgasm. “I submit!”

“This ain’t no rasslin’ match, kid,” I reminded him. “You were beat before you started.”

The stud writhed and gasped in hopeless agony as my squeeze drew out his pre-cum in a steady stream. I watched it slowly roll downward onto the knuckles of my clenched fist. The kid’s thigh muscles flexed. He couldn’t last much longer.

“Don’t make me shoot, man!” he yelled.

But the kid’s cock craved to fire its load. The hardness of the shaft suddenly intensified. I repeatedly power-squeezed his reddened cockhead.

“Ahhh! You bastard!” he shouted, suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure.

“I’ve got ya, man! Show me your fuck juice!” I shouted.

Blaine screamed as a massive pleasure assaulted his shaft. His semen rose decisively inside it, forcing the guy to submit without a chance of stopping the rush.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” he grunted.

The moment he erupted, so did I. Our two sperms collided high above the rods, then fell downward, splashing onto the exposed scissor blades. I opened both hands, gripped my rod and crushed it against the scissors and Blaine’s shooting shaft. My pleasure immediately escalated, lengthening the orgasm beyond all expectations. Blaine kept pumping as well, as if not knowing when to stop.

The dude later admitted that he’d never had such a powerful orgasm. Though still claiming to be straight, he didn’t immediately get off the bed after I untied him. He kept staring at my thick, always erect cock. I finally put his hand on it and let him play with the eager muscle for a while. Blaine smiled when his fingering brought up a few more spurts of semen.

I kept my promise and didn’t fuck him. But I did slide a leg under his lower back and lock him in a good scissors. At first the stud didn’t seem to mind, maybe because the orgasm had drained him of energy. But when I scissored him harder, he began to gasp and beg me to let him go. I clamped my muscular thighs into him even more. He cried out, then pounded and clutched my thighs in desperation.

Facing his crotch, I had a close-up view of Blaine’s dick and nuts. As I squeezed and re-squeezed the guy, I saw his dick stiffen. I tickled the emerging veins along its sides.

“You fucker!” said Blaine. “Keep your hands off it. You had your fun.”

“The fun’s far from over, buddy,” I replied, tickling each of the guy’s big, firm balls.

“Shit!” sputtered Blaine.

I held up the pliers. “Let’s find out how much of a man you are!”

I dropped the pliers between his legs, out of his range of view, then grabbed his ballsack with my hand. Believing the sensation was caused by the pliers, Blaine screamed and writhed in fear.

“Lie still and I might go easy on ‘em,” I advised.

The dude quieted down, but I continued the squeeze, never intending to go easy on his balls. I used my thumb and last three fingers for the hold, keeping my index finger back for the present. My cock swelled as I pushed my fingertips into the large testicles.

“Yeah!” I grunted. “Your balls are already full of new sperm. Feel it?”

“Let go of ‘em!” insisted Blaine. “They hurt, man!”

“I know they do. Learn to take it.”

Keeping Blaine trapped with my body scissors, I had all the time in the world to spend on his nuts, and I took it. The kid held onto my thighs for support, gasping as my fingers burrowed deeper into his giant gonads, unleashing the ultimate test of manhood.

I became hypnotized by the extremeness, and sexiness, of the squeeze.

“You’re killin’ my balls!” cried Blaine.

“They’re lovin’ this! And you’re gonna love it too when you shoot!”

“Fuck! Don’t make me cum again!” begged the guy.

As I watched Blaine’s ‘nads strain under my punishing grip, recollections of Paul entered my mind. I remembered one day with him in particular—the afternoon he asked me to strip so he could put some moves on my balls. I laughed and told him he was crazy.

“I won’t hurt ‘em—I promise,” he said. “Show me how tough you are.”

Though the idea scared me, I tended to trust Paul. He was, after all, a very cool friend. In addition, he had always liked my nuts and would often bring up their large size in conversations with me. So I got naked for him.

Once Paul started in on my balls, he couldn’t stop. He worked on the suckers for hours, squeezing them in every possible way. I did have pain, though some of the squeezes and positions were so sexy that pleasure also emerged. After a while I realized that Paul’s most brutal nut holds actually made me feel good enough to shoot off. And during one of the nastiest squeezes, I did. By the end of the afternoon the dude had taken my cum four times that way. No cock-sucking or jacking or fucking. Each time he got me solely by bear hugging my balls.

Once he even juiced me with a ball squeeze while I was driving around in my pickup. Right in my Levi’s. I was pissed, and he was laughing like hell. Paul gloated about that for days, until I figured out how the guy did it. Then one night I grabbed his nutsack and made him cum using his own maneuver. I loved seeing the agony of pleasure my buddy went through, how it taxed his balls to the limit and ended in a mind-blowing orgasm.

After my success with Paul, I wanted to do it to others guys as well. Blaine would be next. True, the kid had just pumped his cream, but that would make the move more of a challenge for me.

To set him up for the hold, I released my body scissors and the nut squeeze, then pushed myself a little past his butt. I scissored his left leg, grasped his other one with my left hand and opened him up into a good groin split. The dude yelped in pain. His giant, round ballsack stood tall in the center of his crotch, primed for the kill. I gripped it with my right hand and squeezed like a demon.

“Ah! You fucker!” screamed Blaine in a panic.

Few guys can take this kind of ball pressure very long, but Blaine had to take it: nothing excites me more than putting a long squeeze on a defenseless set of big, hard nuts and hearing the guy scream in defeat. I doubled my fun by pulling down on the balls while I squeezed, stretching the sack like a slingshot. The tormented stud began to shake his head from side to side in desperation. It was time to put him out of his misery.

I curled back my index finger as far as it would go. The hook-like shape resembled that of a scorpion’s deadly tail, ready to sting and paralyze its victim. That’s what I would do to Blaine. That was the secret of Paul’s awesome move. I drove it right between the guy’s ‘nads and sharply into the target behind them—the super-sensitive, super-sexy shaft base.

Blaine’s mouth opened in shock as the embedded stinger began injecting its immobilizing venom into his crotch. It quickly numbed his sperm pump, shutting down his ability to ejaculate. But the pressure it exerted on the bottom of his shaft also produced a truly heart-stopping ecstasy, an overwhelming desire to shoot. I pushed the stinger in farther. The stud threw his head back and clutched the mattress. His rod started to jerk excitedly, but it couldn’t release any cum.

I watched Blaine’s ecstasy build to an extraordinary level, like rising flood water trapped behind a dam. “You’re finished, boy!” I yelled.

The dude’s crotch muscle swelled with pleasure, no longer able to hold back his sea of sperm. With a scream low enough to come from the guy’s tortured groin, Blaine signaled his orgasm. The juice exploded in staggering bursts. I kept my fingers tightly around his nuts and the stinger in his crotch, ensuring that the cum would continue firing….

Even when it was over, it wasn’t over. Ten minutes afterward his cock was still jerking in a regular rhythm, and drooling semen.

“Damn,” said Blaine. “I gotta have time to recover from that one!”

Blaine turned out to be very cool about the encounter. Jed, on the other hand, presented more of a challenge. Fiercely straight and a tough street kid, he had come to me on a dare from a buddy who had seen my ad. In fact, his buddy Kevin accompanied him to make sure that Jed went through with the session. I tied Kevin to a chair at the foot of the bed so he couldn’t interfere, then secured Jed to the bed posts in his thong. I gagged both of them, remarking that I didn’t want neighbors to hear Jed’s screams of pain, or Kevin’s shouts to summon help for his buddy. I also turned the lights down, making it more difficult for Kevin to clearly see what I would do to his buddy.

Sitting on Jed’s chest and facing Kevin, I began to stroke the kid’s ballsack and dick through the thong. The dick didn’t respond. “It’ll be a lot easier on ya if you get it stiff for me,” I advised. More stroking brought a slight firmness, but little else. “I guess we’ll have to do it the hard way,” I said.

I grabbed the thong and pulled it upward with terrific force. The violent jerk instantly shredded the thin cloth. That startled both guys. Now that I had their attention, I went to work. I picked up the piece of cord, wrapped it around the bottom of Jed’s dick several times, then tied it tightly. This forced the muscle to harden up quickly, and painfully. To maintain its arousal, I ticked the cum hole with the end of the cord. Jed’s body twitched. I continued to tease the hole, making the guy’s rod—the only part of his body with a full range of movement—twitch and buck at my will.

“Good boy,” I said, enjoying the cock’s excitement and admiring the wide veins that now protruded from top to bottom along its sides.

I picked up the scissors with my right hand and held it up for Kevin to see. At the same time I unnoticeably grasped one of the clothes clamps with my other hand. Snipping the blades together loudly and threateningly, I lowered the scissors to Jed’s cock.

Kevin’s eyes opened wide in terror. He began to scream warnings to his buddy to get loose, but Jed heard only muffled shouts from the gagged mouth.

I moved the scissors up to the cock, trapping it between the open blades. Kevin went crazy, trying desperately to break free to help his unsuspecting buddy. Then I opened the clamp and attached it to one of the protruding cock veins. Jed’s cries of pain intensified Kevin’s terror. Believing I was slicing into the sex muscle with the scissor blades, Kevin was frantic with fear. Although I couldn’t decipher the words he screamed, I knew they were, “Stop! Don’t do it to him!”

I attached a second clamp to the throbbing vein, producing wilder cries of agony from Jed. “You’d better turn your head away if you don’t like the sight of blood,” I said to Kevin, looking down at my poised scissors. “Unless, of course, you want to join the fun. I might save your buddy’s handsome cock if you do.”

Kevin enthusiastically nodded his head, agreeing to my offer. I disengaged the clamps from Jed’s cock and laid down the scissors. I moved to the foot of the bed and sat between Jed’s spread-eagled legs on the edge of the mattress, facing Kevin. I pulled Kevin’s chair up close and gazed at his crotch.

“Looks like some big stuff there, pal,” I said. “Let’s find out.”

I unzipped his jeans and jerked them down to his tied ankles. I did the same with his brief. Kevin instinctively brought his thighs together to shield his testicles.

“That’s not the way we do it,” I advised. “Open your legs wide or I get the scissors.”

The guy cooperated, revealing an incredibly large set of balls. “What have we here?” I observed, feasting my eyes on the tantalizing sight. “You oughta be proud of these, not

try to hide ‘em.” I examined the balls with my fingers while Kevin watched apprehensively.

“Hey Jed, did you know your buddy has even bigger nuts than you?” I asked, keeping my gaze on the balls. “I’m gonna have fun with these guys.”

I took hold of his big testicles, one in each hand. They felt unusually hard, as if challenging me to test their strength and endurance. Although I hadn’t yet started to squeeze, Kevin whimpered in tortured tones, anticipating the agony that was soon to come.

“Close your eyes, boy. You’re not gonna want to watch this!” I said.

Kevin complied and held his breath in fright. I gave each ball a final feel, checking to make sure I had it properly gripped. When I initiated the claw, the kid’s whole body jerked, even though tied down tightly. The guy yelled like he’d never had his nuts squeezed before. After about thirty seconds, I eased up on the hold, then reapplied it. Kevin yelled and swung his thighs together.

“Spread ‘em wide!” I shouted. “And KEEP ‘em wide!” I squeezed the balls harder to convince him.

Uttering a cry of submission, Kevin did as ordered. He slowly moved his legs apart until he reached his maximum spread—an impressive one. The young stud looked totally hot, straining to maintain the extreme split as I crushed his big balls with my two hands. It turned me on so much that I couldn’t stop squeezing. Kevin began to accept facts: the torture of his testicles would go on and on, and he was powerless to stop me.

During the ordeal he learned to tolerate ball pain—at least some of it. As minute after minute passed, Kevin occasionally let his thighs close a little to rest, but would open them wide again before I needed to remind him. It was a sexy sight. So was his cock. I watched it slowly stiffen.

“Your cock stands up real nice, kid,” I observed. “Looks like it wants to shoot.”

Kevin shook his head back and forth trying to persuade me otherwise. But the rim of his cock hole had become moist, and the liquid wasn’t piss.

“Should I help it out?”

The guy’s eyes enlarged in fear. He shook his head more determinedly, accompanied by muffled shouts that I interpreted as “No! No!” But I ignored him. I lowered my mouth to his cockhead and explored its rounded top with my tongue. Kevin involuntarily cried out from the immediate pleasure that resulted. Then I captured as much of the rod as I could in my mouth and went to work on it. The dude’s cries told me I wouldn’t have to wait long to get what I wanted.

After a short time I felt his balls suddenly harden. I stopping sucking and looked into Kevin’s face. His eyes were hypnotized with pleasure.

“Hey Jed, I’m gonna take your buddy’s cum,” I said. “What do you think of that?”

With my back to the guy, I couldn’t see his facial reaction, but I heard his loud, muffled cursing. He shook his body up and down on the mattress to break free, but failed.

I put more pressure on Kevin’s balls. The kid grunted deeply. But the grunts no longer reflected pain. The sensation was something much better, surprisingly better.

“Yeah, you wanna pump for me, don’t ya!” I said. Kevin’s testicles hardened further in my fingers. “You didn’t think your nuts could ever feel this good, right?” I asked.

I tightened the two claws even more. The dude’s cock twitched. He began to gasp from the ascending pleasure. His large nuts seemed to expand as I my fingers clawed them. I felt the balls pulse with anticipation.

“I’m gonna drain you, boy!” I shouted. “Big time!”

Kevin yelled “No!” through his gagged mouth. But his thighs opened painfully wide, saying “Yes!” I really let his balls have it. The tied-down kid attempted to lift his ass off the chair at the moment of supreme excitement. He could only go up an inch or two, but he managed to hold himself in that sexy position while I finished him off.

The cock exploded in tremendous jets of cum. It shot the heavy liquid onto Kevin’s neck, his chest, his heaving gut. The loads began to run downward as more blasts hit the dude’s smooth, young skin. Soon the whole front of his body glistened with white cum.

Jed moaned in agony as he heard his buddy’s continuing ejaculation cries, which went on for a long time.

I kept squeezing Kevin’s balls until I was sure I had taken everything the guy had. Then I released the testicles and ran a finger through a huge pool of cum on the stud’s thigh. “Good job, man,” I said. “Really good.” I scooped up some of the thick sperm with my finger and held it near his mouth. “Ever tasted your stuff before?”

Too exhausted to yell out an objection, the guy only groaned weakly. I pushed the cum-laden finger past the gag and into his mouth.

“Like it?” I asked.

I scooped up more cum from his leg and moved around to face Jed. “Your turn.”

The terrified hunk screamed as I slid toward him. I finally reached his gut and sat down on it, displaying his buddy’s cum on my finger. Jed defiantly pressed the side of his head into the mattress, trying to prevent the inevitable. I slammed a claw onto his forehead with my other hand and when his jaw opened for a yell of pain, I quickly stuck the finger into him. His body froze as he felt his buddy’s juice in his throat.

“That ain’t so bad, is it?” I said, removing the head claw. “I guess that makes you guys more than just friends now.”

At that point, Jed’s rebellious attitude disintegrated. “Guess where this finger is gonna go next?” I grinned.

The guy mumbled something softly as I slid backward and sat between his legs. I moved the saliva-coated finger under his butt and nudged it into the hole. Jed’s athletic body stiffened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya,” I said, slowly pushing my finger deeper and deeper into his ass.

When I had it in all the way, I picked up a clamp with my other hand, opened it and attached it to the bottom of the dude’s ballsack. Jed cried out in pain. “This’ll make a man out of ya, boy.”

I clamped a second one to his sack skin, causing another outburst from Jed. Kevin groaned in apprehension, unable to see what I was doing to his buddy.

With two clamps in place on Jed’s nut skin and my finger deep in his butt, I was ready to make the guy scream louder. “Since you’ve got such a big cock, it’s gonna need a big clamp,” I explained.

I grasped the pliers with my free hand and put the opened instrument around the rod. Jed did scream, even before I started to squeeze. But his tool was up for it. I held the pliers at the center of the rod and began to close its arms.

“Just like a giant cock ring,” I observed. “But not as much fun.”

The gag on Jed’s mouth didn’t seem to lessen the volume of his shrieks. He watched as the pliers slowly pressed into his cock flesh.

“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed, seeing the top half of the rod bulge from the squeezing effect of the pliers. Whether he liked it or not, the pressure increased his cock’s arousal. The upper part of it became darker, redder.

I pulled back my butt-embedded finger a little, then forcefully rammed it up his ass again. The move brought a good, gutsy yell from Jed. I paused, then did it again. Jed’s rod looked very hot struggling against the pliers’ choke-hold. I let him feel it a while, then opened the pliers and turned the sex muscle loose. But only briefly. I chose a higher spot, just under the head, and started to close the pincers around it. This time the squeezing produced much more pleasure, evident from the sound of Jed’s cries and also from the revved-up appearance of the cockhead. I slowly bent the excited rod toward me, then continued until I had it pinned against the mattress.

This extreme, unnatural bend made the dude beg for me to stop—at least, that’s what I heard in his muffled cries. But I refused. I held the cock down and squeezed into it further with the pincers. Jed went out of his mind with shouts and grunts, so I knew an orgasm wasn’t far away.

“Shoot it,” I said. “I know you’re ready.” But the guy resisted, somehow holding back his juice. “O.K. dude, you think you’re tough, but I know what’ll make you cum.”

I removed the pliers, pulled my finger out of Jed’s ass, then got off the bed and untied Kevin from the chair. I took off the gag, hammerlocked the dude’s arm and forced him to sit on his knees between Jed’s thighs. I put my other hand on the top of his head and pushed it down, close to his buddy’s extremely aroused cock.

“You know what I want,” I stated.

Kevin stared at the pulsing rod. “Fuck you, man!” he shouted.

I pushed his head lower. The guy didn’t cooperate, so I cranked up the hammerlock until his mouth opened in a gasp of sharp pain. At that moment I pushed his head down, making him swallow most of Jed’s tool. I maintained the pressure, preventing him from lifting his head.

“Now, give it your tongue,” I ordered, intensifying the hammerlock.

Kevin complied, causing immediate grunts from Jed.

“Yeah, get him,” I said.

I watched Jed’s nuts closely. The sack began to stiffen. Soon it looked as hard as steel. Jed’s muscles contracted. Then came the unmistakable cry of ultimate masculine pleasure. I saw the bottom of Jed’s cock heave. Then the muscle began to pump up the stud’s juice. Kevin groaned in fear as his mouth filled with his buddy’s sperm.

“Swallow it!” I yelled.

The cock was squirting so much of the liquid, that Kevin had no other alternative. He gulped it down as though taking part in a beer-drinking contest.

“Good boy—take his stuff!”

Jed writhed in ecstasy while his buddy tried to keep up with the erupting, out-of-control cock. Cum began to push beyond Kevin’s lips and roll down the rod.

“Yeah, shoot that juice!” I shouted to Jed. “Make him choke on it!”

Cum continued to flow down the throbbing shaft on all sides. Unable to stop the arousing movements of the tongue, Jed could only squirm, groan and give up his sperm to Kevin. All of it. As the orgasm subsided, I released the hammerlock, allowing Kevin a position on all fours. But I kept pressing down on his head so that his mouth had to remain around Jed’s cock.

“Get him again,” I said, moving his head up and down the rod.

Kevin did as instructed. To make sure the sucking didn’t cease, I gripped his nuts from behind, prepared to give him an incentive if needed. Jed uttered an exasperated cry as his buddy’s mouth forced him to maintain his erection. A few minutes later he cried out again when he felt the pleasure reach orgiastic proportions.

Exhilarated by Kevin’s massaging, caressing lips, the cockskin tightened. Jed suddenly shoved his rod up into his bud’s mouth and erupted. The pumping and swallowing resumed. Once again, Kevin had a hard time swallowing fast enough to consume all of Jed’s semen. Some of it escaped down the tool, as before.

After the second orgasm, both guys needed a break. I didn’t give them one. “Again,” I ordered Kevin. The kid let go of Jed’s big cock. He watched the inflamed muscle twitch as he wiped its sperm from his chin. He gave me a look that said, “Fuck you.” I squeezed into his nuts hard. Pain instantly contorted his face. He quickly re-captured the cock in his mouth and began another blow job.

Jed’s third workout lasted the longest and tortured him the most. When Kevin didn’t pause to rest, I rewarded him by freeing his nuts. I caressed his gorgeous ass, sometimes giving it a sexy slap of encouragement. Meanwhile, Jed grunted loudly, in either pleasure or pain, not quite able to reach an orgasm. So I grasped his balls to help him out. The ‘nads were loaded and anxiously hugging the shaft wall. I pressed them forcefully into it. Jed screamed. I crushed them into the shaft again and again. A wild, ecstatic gaze transformed Jed’s eyes. Kevin grunted loudly, announcing the first squirt of his buddy’s cum.

“Take it, take it!” I said to Kevin. “Wear him down!”

The dude did just that. This time he didn’t lose a drop of his buddy’s cream. His sucking kept the cock hard for a long, long time. He even continued after the erection had diminished. When he finally released the dick, Jed had been completely drained.

As I untied the stud’s arms and legs, Kevin collapsed onto his gasping buddy. Whether Jed simply needed to move his arms after their confinement, or wanted to express appreciation to Kevin, he nevertheless put his arms around the guy. Kevin sighed in relief. Looking at them it was hard to believe they weren’t always lovers. Or were they?

I again stroked Kevin’s beautiful buns. I tickled the dude’s fuck hole. He grunted softly but didn’t try to escape. I coaxed the hole open with my cockhead. I saw Jed lock his hands together, trapping Kevin in a bear hug. Pleasure surged within me. My overheated cock twitched, promising to surpass what Jed’s had done. I pushed it in.

(end)

© Ty Jordan