The Candidate

Adam led the young guy inside his dungeon, an underground room, large and dark. Odors of leather and sperm immediately filled the nostrils. Kevin’s dick began to harden under his skin-tight jeans.

“This is where I find out if you’ve got what it takes,” said Adam.

Younger than any of the guys he’d checked out so far, the kid definitely had a handsome face and body. But lots of guys have that. Adam wanted more—a slave who would give him absolute loyalty, a submissive guy who could make a commitment and stick to it. Could he succeed in the dual roles of slave and lover? And could he look up to his Master as his mentor as well? Adam had his doubts. He knew the difficulty of finding such a guy. Yet, his buddy Roth had achieved it with Troy, an awesome slave in every sense, and also an incredibly committed lover.

Adam certainly liked what he saw of Kevin on the outside. The kid had a smooth, boyish face and short-cropped blond hair. His slender, well-propor­tioned body didn’t bulge with muscles, but it did turn him on right away—es­pecially the shapes in his crotch-gripped jeans. Other non-physical factors also contributed to his attractiveness: his charming, sensitive personality, the shy, somewhat vulnerable look in his eye.

They walked onto a large wrestling mat and stopped. Adam walked slowly around Kevin, feeling his arms, chest, sides, back and ass. While that was happening, Kevin did his own inspection of Adam with his eyes. The youth had a powerful attraction to the incredibly pumped black athlete—he had no doubt about that. His eyes feasted on Adam’s muscle tee, his imposing arms and legs, and the gigantic mound in the crotch of his snug, workout shorts.

Adam pulled off Kevin’s tee shirt and threw it in the corner. He again circled the bare-chested kid, pausing to feel his pecs and the firm, upright nipples. “Ever been a slave before?”

“No,” Kevin replied.

“No sir,” corrected the Master.

“Sorry, sir,” said the stud. “I’m new at this.”

“That’s what I thought,” Adam remarked, grinning slightly. “Slaves always wait for orders and speak only when spoken to.”

Adam ran his hands all over the kid’s buns, each beautifully exhibited by jeans that had lodged between them and disappeared into his ass crack. The Master stood in front of Kevin and looked down. “Spread your legs.” He placed a hand on the kid’s crotch and checked out his balls through the thin, well-worn denim.

“Did you read my profile carefully?” asked the Master.

“The part about balls, sir? It said you’d work ‘em real hard.”

“That’s right,” responded Adam, continuing to feel each testicle. “You ready for that?”

“Yes, I guess, sir.”

“Good boy.” Adam liked the youth’s balls. Although not as large as his own, Kevin had bigger than average ‘nads, each one standing out impressively. He cupped the ovals in his hand, appreciating their unusual hardness. Then without warning, the Master suddenly clamped into the nuts.

Kevin gasped from the shock. His hands instinctively grabbed Adam’s arm to pull the hand away.

“None of that,” said the Master. “Never interfere with what I’m doin’, boy. You can scream, but never interrupt me.”

Kevin quickly removed his hands. Adam watched the kid’s face as he contin­ued his tight hold on the balls. He didn’t see the typical look of pain, but an expression that seemed almost dejected.

“What’s the matter, boy?”

“I’m screwin’ this up,” said Kevin quietly. “Do I still have a chance, sir—I mean, to be your slave?”

Adam noted the genuine sincerity in the kid’s eyes. “You really want that, don’t you.”

“Very much, sir. You’re very...” He stopped apprehensively.

“Go ahead,” said Adam. “I’m very what?”

“You’re very hot, sir. I wanna do my best for you.”

The Master reassured him with a grin. “You’re doin’ fine, kid.” He looked down at the ball squeeze, then up into Kevin’s eyes again. “You’re handlin’ this well,” he said. “I like that. But it’s only the beginning. We have a long way to go before I make a decision.”

Kevin nodded his approval with brighter, more confident eyes. He spread his legs further, as if to say, “My nuts are ready for whatever you have in mind for them.”

Adam upped the pressure and held it while his victim’s mouth opened. Applying the hold through the jeans didn’t lessen its impact. He could easily make a guy submit that way. In fact, the other candidates did submit to the hold, and quickly. The Master dismissed them right away, never allowing them to do what they actually came for—just to strip and show him their big dicks. Above all, Adam’s slave had to have balls tough enough for some serious rasslin’.

“How do they feel, boy?”

The long hold generated major anxiety and pain, but Kevin had made up his mind not to give up. “It’s a good squeeze, sir! But I can take it, sir!”

The Master admired the kid’s guts. He released the grip. “So far, so good,” he said, pleasuring Kevin’s rock- hard cock through the thin jeans. The Master closed his hand into a fist and held it between the guy’s legs. “Ever had your balls punched?”

Kevin looked down at the fist in fear. “Once—when I was in high school, sir. It hurt pretty bad.”

“What were you wearing?”

“Just a brief, sir. I was in the locker room.”

“What happened?”

“Some guys held me down so their buddy could give me a payback. Guess I made him mad, sir.”

Adam tightened the fist. He pulled it back to strike, as if stretching a slingshot just before firing. He drove the fist upward, but halted it a frac­tion of an inch below the ballsack. Surprisingly, the kid didn’t flinch. His determination to take the hit greatly impressed Adam.

“You passed another test.”

Kevin smiled in relief. The Master caressed the Levi-gripped nuts, then without warning struck them from underneath.

“Ah!” yelled the kid. He started to reach for his balls, but stopped himself and clasped his hands behind him instead.

“Good boy,” complemented Adam. “No interference.” The Master nudged the bottom of the sack with his fist. “Sexy nuts, dude.” Adam slowly unbuttoned the jeans and peeled them to the floor. “Show ‘em to me, boy.”

Kevin wore nothing underneath. He spread his legs for an inspection. Adam held the kid’s solid ballsack in his right hand. He began to move it toward him and back in gentle repetitions. Kevin’s face immediately reflected his great pleasure.

“Feel good?” asked Adam without needing to ask.

“Oh yes, sir!” he said softly. His vertical cock started to twitch.

“I do, too,” replied the Master, continuing to soothe the stud through his nuts. He could feel the gonads expand.

Kevin grunted as the waves of pleasure grew stronger within him. He looked down to see pre-cum emerge from his pleasure hole. A worried look consumed him, fearing that he might shoot off without Adam’s permission.

“It’s O.K.,” said the Master, appearing to know what Kevin was thinking.

“Yes sir,” said Kevin. He began to feel his crotch stiffening.

Adam let go of the balls and wrapped both hands around the long rod, one at its base, the other at the top, enclosing the whole head. He held it firmly, but didn’t squeeze. Yet Kevin gasped from mere the joy of having his cock held by the sexy black athlete. The kid gripped Adam’s huge biceps. Adam’s motionless fingers acted like sperm magnets, drawing the stud’s juice upward slowly, but with unrelenting power. Kevin threw his head back in ecstasy as he felt it rise through his shaft. The kid had never experienced such an intense, long-lasting pleasure. What kind of magic did Adam have in his hands?

“Yeah! Pump it!” said the Master, feeling the thick, hot cream begin to squirt between his fingers.

Kevin didn’t know how long the orgasm lasted. He only remembered how great he felt afterward—cleansed, refreshed and drowsy. He smiled at Adam and began to drift into sleep.

He awoke to find himself on his back, stripped and spread-eagled on the mat. Adam, now also naked, had secured the kid’s wrists and ankles with escape-proof restraints. The kid raised his head. He saw large pools of cum all over his gut.

“How do you feel, boy?”

“Good, sir. I shot all that?”

“Yes, but not all at one time.” Adam slid his hand slowly up and down Kevin’s oily, rigid rod. “Looks like you’re ready again.”

He released the cock and watched it jerk in anticipation. Sitting between the stud’s legs, the Master began to massage the thighs. He gradually moved upward, working particularly on the inner muscles. When he reached the crotch, he paused to lube the middle finger of his right hand. Afterward he slid the finger into Kevin’s crotch. He stopped when he found Kevin’s butthole. The youth groaned in pleasure as Adam stroked it for a few minutes. Then he edged the finger inside, stopping every few seconds to let Kevin get used to the feeling. Still, the youth’s body tightened in fear. Kevin gripped the mat and sighed.

“Relax, boy.” Adam took his time with the finger, inserting it carefully and slowly into the young ass.

Suddenly Kevin uttered a gasp of intense pleasure. His cock did a series of athletic, upward leaps.

“Awesome, isn’t it,” said the Master. “I’ve got your sex gland, boy.”

The stud continued to gasp and groan as Adam’s ass-embedded finger massaged the core of his masculinity. Delirious pleasure electrified every fiber of his body—a particular pleasure that he had experienced once before. His mind flashed back to that moment, when in his early teens, he stood naked in front of a doctor in an examining room.

In for a routine physical, Kevin sported a full-fledged hard-on. It em­barrassed him acutely, since he didn’t know the cause—maybe his young age, maybe the feel of the doctor’s hands on his body, or maybe the way the doctor looked at him. But even if he’d known the cause, he couldn’t have done anything to turn the erection off.

“Step over here,” ordered the young doctor, seated on a stool.

He examined Kevin’s testicles, one-at-a-time. The boy’s cock twitched eagerly, as if asking for an examination of its own. It seemed to the nervous kid like the doctor handled his balls for hours—or maybe he simply wished that would happen in reality.

“You have quite an erection,” said the doctor at last, staring at the rock-solid pole jerking just an inch from his hands. “Lie down on the table. I’ll check your prostate.”

Kevin was very nervous, afraid someone he didn’t know would walk into the room and catch him naked with the doctor’s hand in his ass. The doctor slipped on a thin, surgical glove, lubed it, and slowly pushed a finger into the teen’s butthole.

A few seconds later Kevin felt a strong pleasure in his ass and cock. He groaned, realizing that the doc had started to massage his aroused gland. He looked up in bewilderment.

“This’ll give you a bigger load,” explained the doctor, working on the gland with an expertise that amazed the kid and paralyzed him with pleasure. That pleasure expanded frighteningly fast and beyond anything he had ever experi­enced. The kid flung his legs apart widely, signaling his impending orgasm. He gasped loudly as the finger made his gland submit, rocking him in a spectacular series of explosions that he never forgot. Nor did the doctor.

Adam brought his other hand up to Kevin’s cock and held it lovingly. A staggering, ferocious pleasure attacked the already delirious, unprepared kid.

“Yeah!” yelled the Master, massaging the kid’s gland, while he at times put little squeezes on the cock.

That overpowering sensation instantly shut down Kevin’s ability to speak, even to scream. The kid’s open mouth locked in that position. His cock tightened, preparing to fire.

“Do it!” shouted Adam, commanding Kevin’s sperm machine to give up its precious man-fluid.

Kevin clutched the mat. His bulged-out gland had no defense against the kind of pressure Adam used on it. The kid’s juice suddenly broke free and sped upward through the youth’s pleasure-seeking phallus. Bursts of exceptionally thick cum erupted from the hole. Adam stared at the squirting cream while he worked on the stiff gland. His firm, rhythmic squeezes prompted it to keep producing juice, and to keep the kid shooting.

Overwhelmed with ecstasy, Kevin acted as though undergoing a brutal torture session. His cock continued to ejaculate and the longer it did, the more pleasurable became the sensations inside Kevin. Adam persisted, pushing the guy’s sexual endurance to unheard of extremes. Cum and sweat poured out of the straining body.

“Give!” demanded the Master.

The kid could take no more. “I give! I submit! Please, sir!”

Adam released his crotch hold on the gland, and slowly pulled his finger out of the kid’s ass. Kevin’s juice flow gradually decreased, then stopped. It took him a long time to quiet down and to resume normal breathing.

“Good job, boy!” said the Master.

“Sorry I had to submit, sir. I just couldn’t stand it anymore.”

Adam grinned. “Too much of a good thing?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the kid, smiling back.

“I guess you’ve earned a time-out,” said the Master. He scanned the hand­some physique stretched out next to him, admiring it inch by inch with a hand.

Kevin enjoyed the attention from Adam. He had already begun to idolize the hunky Master, to view him as a kind of big brother—a guy who could help him gain some self confidence, a guy he wanted to trust, to love. He longed to ver­balize his feelings, but dared not risk it.

“Have you thought about what it would be like if you were my slave?” He didn’t wait for a response. “I would own your body, every part of it: your chest, arms, legs, your muscles, your balls—everything. They’d be mine to play with, when­ever I wanted. Maybe a whole lot.” He patted Kevin’s chest.

The kid grinned but remained silent. His cock, however, reacted to the words by jumping in excitement.

“You might be givin’ me your ass a lot. What do you think about that?”

“I’d want you to, sir. My ass....my….” Kevin faltered again, afraid to finish his sentence.

“Spit it out, boy!”

“My ass likes it, sir.”

The Master smiled. “Could you fall asleep with my cock inside it, or with my hand around your balls?”

“Oh yes, sir! My cock might stay awake, though!”

Adam chuckled. “Good. Then he and I could have some fun while you were off in dreamland. Would you trust me while you slept?”

“I would, sir.”

“What about now, bein’ tied up here in a dark dungeon by a stranger?”

“You don’t seem like a stranger, sir.”

“Why not?”

Kevin gathered his strength. “Because I….I think I love you, sir.”

The statement stunned Adam with its heartfelt, disarming sincerity. He couldn’t speak. The hunk reached out and took hold of the kid’s rod with his hand—not to work it over, but to embrace it, to feel its warmth, to let its energy penetrate his hand and arm and whole body. He wanted the kid’s energy to mingle with his own and become one. At that moment, Adam knew he wanted Kevin. Not only for a slave, but for his exclusive lover.

Kevin misread The Master’s silence as rejection. “Fuck,” he said to him­self, believing he had opened up too much and spoiled his chance with a guy he really felt attracted to, and attached to.

Then, incredibly, he heard Adam whisper, “I think I love you, too.”

“Sir! You mean it?” asked the kid in disbelief.

“But I’ve gotta go through with the rest of the initiation,” added the Mas­ter. “If you can hang in there and.….”

Adam didn’t complete his sentence. The kid’s cock distracted him. It seemed elated, alive with excitement. It seemed to reach out to him. Kevin was also distracted as he looked at Adam’s jumpy rod. He wanted to wrap his fingers around the exceptionally wide shaft and savor its feel, or run his tongue along its taut skin. He wanted to worship the big cock and feel it fill with pleasure. The kid jerked on the wrist restraints to make contact, but couldn’t move his arms. He rested his head on the mat, fantasizing about what he would do with the huge shaft when the Master released him.

Adam laid his hands on Kevin’s smooth chest and slid it in sexy circles across the warm cum and perspiration. Spasms of pleasure rippled through the kid’s strong, lithe body. Presently he moved atop the guy and sat on his gut, facing him, with knees to the mat on each side. The Master put his hands on Kevin’s pecs and massaged them.

“Ready for more, boy?”

“Anything, sir,” said the kid with renewed hope.

Adam flicked the stiff, upright tits. “Nice ones.” He held them between the first two fingers of each hand and pinched into them forcefully. Kevin yelped in pain. The Master began to press the edge of his thumbnails into the sensitive nipples. Kevin writhed and squirmed, feeling a needle-like pain in­sert itself deeper and deeper into his pectoral muscles.

“Ah!’ shouted the kid, unable to withstand the torture, but also unwilling to give up and go home.

“Yeah, take it!” said Adam. He crouched low and applied more pressure to the tits.

“Ah! No!” screamed Kevin.

“You can do it,” encouraged the hunk in a calm, positive tone of voice.

The words and the inflection reminded Kevin of a coach he used to have in high school. He liked the coach a lot, even admired him. In fact, if someone had asked him to name the adult he most trusted, he would have named the coach. He focused on this thought of trust as the hunky Master squeezed into his nipple flesh. The kid continued to shout in pain, but somehow, the discomfort became a little easier to tolerate.

“That’s right, flow with it.”

Adam gave the tits a final, sharp pinch, then he disengaged. But after a moment he stuck his thumbs into Kevin’s open armpits.

“Ah! Shit!” yelled the kid, startled by the instant, piercing agony.

Adam hooked the rest of his fingers behind the pits and dug in. Kevin yelped in desperation.

Adam truly loved this hold. A favorite of submission wrestlers, the move could bring down almost any guy regardless of his strength, and do it in a matter of a few seconds. He also loved how aroused he felt as he applied it. So, in order to prolong the all-too-brief turn-on, he always re-applied the stinging hold several times to allow the victim to at least partially recover from each assault.

“I give! I give!” screamed the frantic kid.

Adam pulled his hands away, but almost immediately dug into the pits once more. Kevin shouted out another submission. The Master released the hold and sat back to watch the kid try to recuperate. Then he re-gripped the sensitive pits.

“Yes! I give!” Kevin shrieked.

Adam sustained the third claw for an unusually long time before finally unhooking it.

“That’s a nasty one,” said Adam. He moved forward, bringing his cockhead closer to Kevin’s face. Although still suffering from the armpit torture, the kid raised his head in an attempt to capture the thick cock with his mouth. He couldn’t quite reach it. The Master grinned and teasingly swung the heavy black shaft back and forth, just out of range.

Next, he rose and picked up a small object from out of the darkness. He sat between Kevin’s legs and snapped it securely around the kid’s large testicles and the base of his cock.

“Fits good, boy. It separates those big nuts of yours real well.”

He slapped the gonads lightly with the back of his hand. The ball spreader made them easy targets. It pulled his balls apart and forward, displaying each in its own tightly encased leather compartment.

“You’re a tough stud, aren’t ya,” said Adam, slapping the balls a little harder.

“I hope so, sir,” groaned Kevin.

“How do they feel, boy?”

“Good, sir.”

“Ready for more?”

“Yes, sir.”

Adam held a testicle in each hand and smiled, completely absorbed in the feel of the youth’s balls. What followed would be the ultimate test of any tough guy. For at least a minute or two, Adam simply maintained his grip on the balls. His face looked both thrilled and threatening at the same time. At first the kid didn’t notice any change in the amount of pressure Adam was using on his balls. But as time went on, he could feel the Master’s fingers steadily adding to that pressure. Adam relished doing this to a guy, especially over an extended period. The longer and harder he squeezed, the hotter the flames of passion burned inside him.

“Fuckin’ sexy, boy,” said the Master.

Kevin’s muscles tensed as the pressure gradually increased into some ser­ious squeezing. In addition, Adam kept varying where on the testicles he squeezed, making every minute different. And there were many, many minutes.

“This gettin’ to be too much for ya?”

“I can take it, sir.”

But over time, he became less and less sure of that answer. At times he wondered if Adam was giving him a testicle massage or a massacre. Kevin clamped his teeth together and stared at the dark ceiling, trying to survive every guy’s worst nightmare. His mouth opened in shock as the Master’s powerful fingers felt like they were boring into each testicle. Kevin uttered a faint and sus­tained cry that gurgled in his throat as the fin­gers of each hand went further, trying to get into the center of each gonad—and into his masculinity.

Adam’s own ballsack surged with excitement. It stiffened to the same hard­ness as his massive shaft. “I’ve got ya, stud!” said the Master, knowing he now had full command of the kid’s body.

Kevin knew he had to survive rather than to submit. Ironically, pain no longer had as much dread to him, as long as Adam was causing it. He loved the Master’s muscle and loved being its victim. Feeling both of the hunk’s hands dominating his balls more than compensated for any pain Adam could cause him.

Adam began adding testicle pulls to his squeezes. He began by pulling the balls downward or upward as far as they would go. The Master liked seeing the sack fully stretched out and told the kid how hot he looked that way. But when Adam slowly pulled the testicles in opposite directions, that got to Kevin. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and cried out in a silent scream. He held the balls apart for an agonizingly long time.

“If you give me your cum,” said Adam, “I’ll give you your slave collar.”

With those words, Kevin seemed to awaken from his agony. Despite the extreme ball-stretch, the kid tried to use every muscle in his body to force himself into an orgasm. Adam grinned as he watched the struggle. To him, this was the hardest test—giving a Master what he wanted when a guy was least able to give it.

Kevin’s body language clearly expressed his desire to cum—his writhing, straining, thrusting, and even quiet verbal pleading with his cock and balls. Through it all, Adam continued to keep his testicles apart with his powerful hands.

The kid didn’t need to worry. His balls slowly started to stiffen from contact with Adam’s gruff touching and pulling. After about ten minutes, his cock began to twitch boldly, announcing its intention to spit out its cum. When that happened, Adam slowly allowed the balls to hang together once more—just like Adam and Kevin would do also.

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