The Price of Emission

       “You have a perfect ass, dude….”

       Nick’s hungry eyes feasted on every inch of Jason’s unusually handsome butt, gorgeously exhibited in the obscenely tight jeans he wore—much like his own.  The younger guy offered a brief, embarrassed grin.   He did like it when another male noticed his body, yet Jason’s quiet, almost non-verbal demeanor prevented him from capitalizing on that kind of remark.   For this reason he had far fewer gay friends than anyone would guess, and not a single buddy who could give him what he craved the most.

       Lazily reclining on a bench in a small city park, Nick scanned the rest of the exceptional body standing nervously in front of him.   With a narrow waist, muscular build, jet black hair and riveting greenish eyes, Jason made a striking appearance despite his somewhat short stature.  He captivated Nick.

       “…And a great bod for wrestling,” continued Nick.   “When we were talkin’ on the phone, I forgot to ask what style turns you on—amateur, pro, submission?”

       Jason looked down at the dark-eyed, blond-haired stud and wondered how to answer the question.  Watching a wrestler caught in a long-held sub­mission hold aroused him immediately. But the greatest thrill came when he imagined himself as the victim—especially his balls or cock—and fantasized both wrestlers as lovers.  How could he explain all this to a stranger?

       “I…..I like to see submissions.  Long…sexy ones,” he said awkwardly.

       “Yeah, me too,” replied Nick with an understanding smile.   “I love makin’ a guy give who really digs it.   Wish I had that kind of buddy.”

       The remark astonished Jason.  Suddenly he felt closer to Nick, as though he’d been a long-time friend.  Nick felt a similar connection as well, some­thing intuitive maybe.  He sensed it during their first and only telephone talk, and more strongly now.   Sure, he wanted Jason’s hunky body; who wouldn’t?   But he wanted all of him—body, mind and soul.   He had to think of a way to communicate this without scaring the guy away.

       The two continued to exchange bits of conversation centering around wrestling.   As they talked, the bits became longer.   After a while Jason found himself speaking much more freely to Nick. He even laughed and joked occasion­ally—something he rarely did in the presence of a stranger. At times he sat down on the grass, or crouched to pick up a twig, or leaned against a nearby tree, or stood in an unassuming but sexy stance.   He tried to glance at Nick’s crotch as often as he could without the stud noticing.

       But Nick did notice.   He deliberately slid lower on the bench so that his already crotch-tight jeans knifed between his balls, outlining them clearly.  Their large size definitely impressed people.  Many straight guys took notice as well, although they tried to conceal their interest.  But they did wonder how the egg-shaped balls hung when not confined by the body-hugging Levis.   The jeans also left no doubt about the shape and length of the stud’s dick.  He hoped Jason got the unspoken message:  “This is what I have for you.”

       At that moment Jason ventured a longer look at Nick’s hardening Levi bulge.   The blond stud smiled and laid a hand on his cock as if shielding it from x-ray eyes.   He gave the cock a squeeze.   An expression of overwhelming sexual desire filled Jason’s eighteen-year-old face.   It told Nick what he wanted to know.

       “How about a ride on my bike?   I can show you my place if you wanna see it,” suggested Nick.

       “Yeah, sounds good,” he responded dreamily.  In fact, that sounded extremely good to Jason.  Getting on the bike behind Nick was the quickest way to get close to him. Motorcycles had always attracted the kid, just like any­thing thoroughly masculine—like wearing leather or watching submission wrestling—attracted him.   The prospect of riding with a hot guy like Nick electrified his spine.   As he watched the tall stud straddle the machine in his body-hugging jeans and cowboy boots, then rev up the engine, Jason’s excitement leaped into high gear.  The kid lowered himself to the leather seat in back, shoved forward until his crotch touched Nick’s butt, and put his hands on the guy’s sides.   Just before the two took off, Nick yelled to Jason, “Don’t forget to hold on tight!”

       They left the city behind and in a few minutes reached a wooded area where few houses dared to challenge the trees.   Jason extended his arms fully around the cyclist’s waist and hugged it.   Nick rocketed the bike forward.   The kid felt intoxicated as the wind whipped across his face.  He clutched the stud’s belt buckle.  The engine roared again and so did the engine of desire within Jason.   His fingers moved below the buckle, onto the top of the fly.  It took no effort to locate the tip of Nick’s stiff rod.  The guy’s cockhead was rock-hard, poking proudly up into the threadbare denim.  It felt nearly naked and cooperative.  His fingers slowly moved downward, checking out its length, width and hardness.  Jason could not resist giving it little squeeze.  Nick gave his approval with a nod. 

       The cock swelled as he probed and hugged it.  After a few minutes, it began to occasionally eject small squirts of pre-cum.  Jason felt the moist denim and rubbed the cockhead, tempting it to shoot more.  Fantasizing, he hoped the ride would last long enough so that he could make the shaft erupt in a full orgasm.      

       But presently Nick turned the bike onto a dirt driveway.   “Good ride, buddy,” said Nick as he got off the bike.   He grinned and rubbed his damp crotch. He pointed to Jason’s fly, partially darkened with a hefty stain of pre-cum. “Looks like you had a good ride, too!”  They laughed and went inside.

       The small house had few furnishings.  The guys had a few drinks, then Nick took Jason to a “garage” behind the house.  It more closely resembled a workout room, having carpet, weights, exercise equipment, wrestling mat—plus a large mattress in one corner.  

       “Sometimes I sleep out here—so I can fall into bed right after I do some heavy pumpin’!”

       While Jason walked around and checked out the room, Nick gazed at his visitor’s beautiful jean-showcased butt cakes and awesome crotch bulges.  They drew Nick closer. When the kid paused at the edge of the mat, Nick stepped behind him—so close that the breath from his nostrils caressed the back of Jason’s neck.

       “Wanna try out some stuff on the mat?” asked Nick in a quiet but deep voice.

       Momentarily frozen with fear and expectation, Jason didn’t answer.   Al­though a great wrestling fan, the kid had not wrestled much himself and wondered what he’d gotten himself into.

       “We can take it easy—whatever you want,” offered Nick.

       “Yeah, O.K.,” said the kid, tentatively.

       They pulled off their tee shirts.  Nick put his arms around Jason’s waist from behind as though preparing to apply a reverse bear hug.  But this opening move became more like an affectionate embrace.  It sent a thrill into Jason and into Nick’s.  The kid’s body instantly stiffened.  His already semi-hard dick reached full erection with lightning speed—and stayed fully erect while in Nick’s presence.  The stud lowered his hands and crotch-gripped the guy.   Jason grunted, but did not try to break away.

       “Nice,” said the blond stud, feeling the giant balls.  “I’ve got your nuts, dude.  Whatcha gonna do about it?”

       Jason struggled a little, but he had no real desire to get out of the grip on his balls.  Nick gave the oval bulges several long squeezes.  Jason grunted louder.

       “Like that?” said Nick.

       “Yeah,” admitted Jason.

       Nick began examining the kid’s equipment more closely.   Keeping the balls gripped, he explored the kid’s cock with his other hand.  The tool’s exceptionally thick circumference gave him a lot to inspect.  Slowly rubbing the jean-covered shaft made Jason groan in a low, sexy way. 

      “Feels good, huh,” said Nick.  “How about this…..”   He put a sudden strangle hold on the cock with both hands.   Jason reacted with a deep gut-yell.   Nick waited a few seconds before relaxing the hold, then squeezed again.   He did this over and over, squeezing longer each time.   “Wanna submit?”

       “No!” groaned Jason, savoring the painful, yet horny move.   A powerful pleasure started to pound between his legs.

       Nick felt the pounding, too.   “I bet I can make you give up—your juice!”   He crushed the tool again.   The volatile mixture of pleasure and pain drove Jason crazy.  A spasm of ecstasy coursed through his rod.   Then another.

       “Yeah,” said Nick, getting very turned on as he bear hugged the kid’s sex muscle.

       The spasms increased in strength.   Jason knew what the hold would do in a few more seconds and he dreaded it.   The kid had always been able to shoot off easily—far too easily, in his opinion.   Full erections and oozing pre-cum had embarrassed him on more than one occasion.   What would Nick think of him if he shot off so soon?   The only choice was to fight back.   He grabbed one of Nick’s hands and tried to pull stud’s fingers off his cock.

       “No ya don’t!” said Nick, gripping the tool tighter.

       “Ah!” yelled Jason.   He tried to tear Nick’s ravenous hands away with desperate pulls, but could not budge them.   Anyway, time had run out for him: the pleasure spasms had become too strong.   The kid’s desire to fight morphed into a desire to eject his sperm. 

       Jason’s cock started to pulse with overwhelming pleasure, no longer able to hold back the cum that swelled inside his balls.  Jason gave a loud shout as the shaft performed its ultimate submission.  His sex juice exploded with so much force that the first load shot right through the worn denim as if it were a well-used jockstrap.  

       “Yeah!” yelled Nick, feeling the kid’s warm cum between his fingers.  The sensation immediately pushed his own pleasure beyond the point of no return.  Nick’s juice raced upward.   Yelling in excitement, he rammed his cock between the kid’s hot, jean-gripped buns.  As it erupted, he squeezed Jason’s pumping muscle harder, forcing the kid’s shouts to new levels of volume.  Jason’s legs weakened.  He took a step, then dropped to his knees, taking Nick down with

him.  Out of breath, the guys stayed locked together on their hands and knees for several minutes, groaning and twitching.  Their cocks celebrated buy squirting out their final, intense bursts of pleasure.  Jason put a hand on the hand of Nick’s that held his cock, hoping the stud would keep it there. 

       Nick reassured Jason by giving the Levi-clad cock some friendly squeezes.  “I love the feel of wet jeans!” he said.    

       “Yeah….me too,” replied Jason, totally distracted by the non-stop pleasure Nick’s hand was giving him. His rod felt so good that it made him forget the earlier anxiety he had about shooting off. 

       After a while, Nick rolled Jason onto his back and sat beside him.  He stared at the kid’s long bulge in his jeans and put a hand on it.  “Very nice,” he said.  Nick lightly rubbed the tool in different places, testing its hardness and watching Jason’s face for reactions.  Then he moved his fingers onto the kid’s huge balls and let his fingers investigate them one-at-a-time.  “Yeah.  Your boys are hard suckers.”

       Jason grinned a bit.

       “Ever had a dude fall in love with ‘em?”

       Jason laughed.  “With my nuts?  No!”

       “Someone has now!”   He gripped them firmly.

       Jason groaned, unable to conceal the obvious pleasure he felt. Ball-squeezing always aroused him to the fullest extent.   The greater the pressure, the greater his turn-on.

     Nick felt the balls tighten as he toyed with them.  “Shit, man, these are awesome,” he said, trying out various grips and squeezes.  

       Jason spread his legs widely, opening his crotch to Nick. 

       The stud spent the next minutes exploring the testicles, sometimes leaning down to lick the giants through the Levis.  He watched Jason’s face glow with pleasure at this.  He also saw the kid’s shaft occasionally flex under the timeworn jeans, as if craving for attention.  Nick decided to give the tool what it wanted.  He almost acted on his first thought: strip the kid and go after that handsome, flexing muscle.  But the youth looked way too good in his sexy jeans to take them out of the picture so soon.  Instead, he opened only the fly.  This allowed the rod’s large head to extend a couple of inches above the jeans, while the rest of the shaft bulged below it. 

       Jason expected Nick to open it the rest of the way.  When that didn’t happen, the kid lifted a hand to do that.  But Nick pulled the hand away—he had a plan.  He began to tickle the exposed cock head with a finger.  The sudden pleasure made Jason’s body jerk several times. Nick paused and grinned.  Then the fingertip went after the super-sensitive cum hole, teasing it by slowly moving around its stiff edge with the lightest possible touch.

       The sensation made Jason bolt upright.  Nick pushed his shoulders back to mat with his free hand and kept him there by planting a folded leg across the kid’s heaving chest.  Nick resumed his work on the cum hole as Jason cried out, unable to stop him.  For a change of pace, the stud secured the cock between his fingers and began lightly tapping and stroking the rigid hole with the pad of his thumb. 

       Nick had used this move before.  It always generated an irresistible pleasure that reached down the full length of a shaft and into the testicles. It would keep a dude immobilized, totally absorbed in his pulsing, thoroughly intoxicated tool.  It made the pre-cum crawl up a shaft so slowly that the guy usually was unaware of what was happening, or how close he was to an orgasm.  Nick had done it to a lot of athletes, especially after a sporting event, when they were exhausted and had the least resistance.  He liked the maneuver because it compelled a dude’s cum hole to open and let pre-cum freely flow onto the head.  If prolonged, the maneuver would make the cock ejaculate, often without giving the guy much of a warning.  But the dudes always loved it.  Some wanted to know how Nick did the move so they could try it on a buddy.  

       As the stud tapped Jason’s hard cock hole, the kid responded to the continuous pleasure by grunting, or breathing louder, or lifting a leg temporarily off the mat, or adjusting his leg spread.  Best of all, he would massage Nick’s Levi-covered, muscular thigh, or hook fingers around a belt loop in the back of the stud’s jeans and tug at it.  The fearsome pleasure in his shaft would not allow him to do much more. 

       But the hold gave Nick pleasure as well.  It gradually forced Jason’s balls to give up some of their cum, coaxing it up the sex tube in a steady stream, leaking from the hole, and lubing the cockhead for Nick to play with.  Nick periodically picked up some cum on his finger and brought it to his mouth to sample the dude’s product.  Both guys groaned in pleasure—Jason from the sensation of the pre-cum oozing from his cock, and Nick from the sweet teen juice that Jason supplied.  The kid’s testicles never seemed to run out of juice.  Nick marveled at their capacity.  The stud realized that, if he wanted to, he could drain every drop from the huge balls this way and take an hour or more.  He did plan on doing that in the future, for he knew he definitely would have a future with Jason.  But this time he released the tool to give it a rest.

       “Damn,” gasped Jason, his cockhead dripping with pre-cum.  “That was incredible.”

       “Yeah, sometime we’ll do it all night long,” replied Nick.  

       Jason grinned and rubbed the stud’s back with his hand.

       “Maybe tonight?  It’s already getting dark.”

       Jason didn’t notice the fading light from the window. 

       “Unless you want me to take you back to the park….”

       “No.  I wanna stay here,” said Jason.

       “You sure?”

       “Yes.”

       “O.K.,” confirmed Nick.  “We have more rasslin’ to do yet—I have to submit you a bunch more times!”

       Nick opened the kid’s fly, leaving the tool fully exposed.  The stud flicked it with a fingernail.  Jason jerked. 

       “You ready, sport?” asked Nick.

       Without waiting for a reply, Nick gripped the top of Jason’s cock and yanked I upward and away from the kid’s gut.  Jason grunted in both fear and pleasure.  Nick forced the tool still farther.  The kid grasped the mat with both hands and gasped.  Nick continued the pull with so much power that he felt like a wrestler applying a killer camel clutch or backbreaker on his opponent to make him submit—only this was a backbreaker on his opponent’s cock, bending far forward into the crotch of Jason’s jeans.   Nick kept pulling, demanding that the tool relinquish its ground inch-by-inch.  The pull continued, as the cock struggled to keep Nick from forcing it down between Jason’s thighs.  But the kid knew that Nick would win this contest.

       “No!” yelled the kid, fearing what could happen if the hold went on. “I give!” he shouted. 

       Nick released the shaft, letting it snap back, hitting the kid’s gut loudly.

       “Shit!  Shit!” gasped Jason, relieved that the torture had ended.

       Nick examined the stiff shaft.  “See?  Your boy’s fine!”

Then his fingers started to squeeze with increasing power. 

       After the previous move, this felt sexy to Jason.  But the squeeze continued, once more challenging the big tool.  Jason moaned as the pressure built.  Nick saw the big testicles move toward the kid’s shaft.  He stretched out, resting the side of his head on Jason’s chest. Nick opened his mouth and eased the top of the shaft into it.

       “Ah!” groaned the kid as Nick began caressing the round head with his tongue and slowly jacking the bottom half of the tool simultaneously.

       Jason couldn’t avoid the impact of this. Pleasure attacked him on all fronts.  The kid clutched Nick’s body.  Jason’s balls hardened into steel orbs.  A few seconds later the fearsome pleasure that males crave conquered him.  The kid’s juice shot up his rod and immediately down Nick’s throat.  Nick groaned as he swallowed every load, massaging the shaft to encourage as many spurts as possible.  The kid’s body writhed, giving Nick everything he had.               

       “Man, I can’t get enough of your cum,” admitted the stud.  He licked the cockhead for many minutes.       

       Jason strained in pleasure every time the tongue touched his empty but electrified shaft.  The tool bucked upward, begging for more.  Nick happily obliged.  He got a real kick out of playing the pleasure game with it, because that way he could dominate Jason’s hunky body using almost no effort: a slight movement of the tongue rendered the youth helpless, at least temporarily.  The stud kept up the pleasure attacks, licking the shaft in different spots and at unpredictable intervals.

       The kid laughed and squirmed, but the repeated pleasure thrills took a toll on him.  After a while he could hardly catch his breath.  It reminded Jason how he felt when a bunch of guys once started tickling him in his high school locker room.  It wore him down.  Plus the experience embarrassed him, since everyone had stripped down to jockstraps or briefs, and the tickling gave him an erection for all to see. 

       After Nick at last halted his tongue attacks, he noticed that the kid’s shaft continued to remain stiff.   His balls did so as well, a fact that particularly fascinated Nick.  He began to stroke them, worshipping the spectacular testicles with his fingers.  Captivated by their size and power and sexiness, the stroking made Nick’s cock tighten.  He felt the considerable heat they radiated.  Jason grunted in pleasure—from the feel of Nick’s fingers all over his balls, and because he knew Nick idolized them, loved them. 

       “These are super nuts, man.  What do you feed ‘em?”

       Jason laughed.  “They must like you.”

       “Yeah,” agreed Nick, giving the nuts an approving little slap.  Then he flew down onto the kid, chest-to-chest, gut-to-gut and balls-to-balls. Stretched out on top of Jason, the stud slipped a lower arm behind Jason’s neck and the other arm across his mouth.  The kid interpreted this move as an embrace and put his arms round Nick’s body, ready to exchange some affection.  The stud smiled at him, but then pressed his arms together.  The kid gasped, his breathing became more difficult. 

       “You know what this is, dude.  It’ll put you out,” said Nick.  He grinned as the kid fought for air.  “Just relax, man, and let it take you.”  He tightened the hold.

       Jason tried to push Nick off him, but didn’t come close to succeeding.  The kid tapped a hand on Nick’s back to signal his submission.  When Nick didn’t release the hold, the kid tapped more desperately.  Nick ignored him.  Soon Jason felt himself approaching the blackout stage.  He stopped tapping and put his arms around the guy in a loving, submissive way.  At the last moment, Nick relaxed the hold, allowing the kid to breathe freely after taking a few big gulps of air. 

       “You look even hotter when you struggle,” remarked Nick.  “So let’s do it again.”  The stud re-applied the choke, causing Jason’s arms to flail once more, then to slowly weaken and hold him.  Turned on by his command of the youth’s energy and body, Nick rubbed his cock against Jason’s.  It almost made him cum.  But as before, he didn’t let Jason lose consciousness—it

was far too erotic to exert his control over the kid again and again. 

     By the time Nick had his fill of the frontal choke, the kid hardly knew what was happening.  Nick moved off of him and watched the youth slowly emerge from the dizzying effect of the hold.    

       “Wanna go again?” asked Nick. 

       “Another fall?”  Jason knew he wouldn’t have much of a chance out-wrestling the stud—and he sure didn’t want to feel that choke hold again.  On the other hand, he had quickly become Nick’s sex buddy, and he still wanted to stay the night with him. 

       “Sure,” he said.

       “Awesome, man,” said Nick.  “How about a cum match?  No  jeans.   No jocks.  Only orgasms count as submissions.   Loser quits first.  No time limit.  Sound good?”

       Jason’s doubts began to return.   He hesitated but finally agreed to the terms.  The guys unzipped and removed their jeans and jocks.   When he first looked at Nick’s cock and balls he could only stare like an idiot!  Surrounded by a handsome growth of dense, blond hair, the long, wide muscle stood straight up and tempted him with a couple of jerks.  Narrower than his own, the tool measured about eight or nine inches.  What a rod to wrestle with, or fuck with, he thought.

        Suddenly Nick lunged into the teen, knocking him off his feet and slamming his back to the mat.   Nick crawled on his chest and quickly pinned both arms.   He slid forward, bringing his crotch over the kid’s face. He teased Jason’s nose with the cockhead, then dragged the tool across the kid’s chin and mouth.  Jason lifted his head and captured the top of the rod between his teeth.

       The move surprised Nick.   “Shit!  You little bastard!”  He tried to free his rod, but couldn’t.  Jason started to work on the excited head with his tongue.   Nick grunted as Jason paralyzed him with pleasure.

       “Oh fuck,” gasped the stud, rapidly yielding to the powerful pleasure.  He knew he had to escape the approaching climax.  Nick started to carefully pull his rod up, forcing it across Jason’s teeth with difficulty.  As he did the additional pressure on the shaft brought an orgasm much closer.  Nick cried out, his gun poised to shoot.  In a last heroic try, he pulled up once more and managed to pull the shaft to freedom.  As he stood up, the tool quickly snapped backward.   The sensitive cockhead struck Nick’s gut hard—just hard enough to trigger the orgasm.  The stud instantly took a wide stance and looked down at the tall muscle as it exploded.  

       Jason watched load after load burst from the cock, the first shots flying several feet.  Each burst of cum made Nick groan loudly, and the groans continued even after the cock stopped pumping.

       “That’s a point for me,” grinned Jason as he watched the stud pause to rest—his muscular physique bent forward with hands on his knees and the cockhead still jerking from pleasure.          

       It did not take long for Nick to regain his energy.  “Time to even the score,” he said.   The stud lunged downward, driving a claw hand into the kid’s gut.   Jason yelled in agony as Nick’s fingers dug in.  A few seconds later, the stud clamped his other hand around Jason’s shaft.   The kid yelled again—this time in ecstasy—as Nick gave the kid’s thick shaft special attention, power-crushing it with a commanding bear hug.  Jason pounded on Nick to release the shaft, but his strikes became weaker as the pleasure mushroomed inside his cock.

       “Get ready to give, man!” yelled Nick.  He grabbed the big shaft with both hands and jerked it upward toward him with staggering power.  Jason cried out in shock.  The stud pulled up a second time, causing pre-cum to fly from the cockhole.   He did it again, paused, then again.  Jason had no way of withstanding this brutal jackoff variation. Each giant pull jolted his entire body. He grabbed Nick’s sides, then reached up and seized the stud’s firm tits.  Nick shrieked as Jason injected them with sudden pain.  He ripped the kid’s hands away and re-gripped the big cock.

       Another strong upward heave wiped out Jason’s opposition.  His balls bulged.  His legs spread apart. 

       “Yeah, give it to me!” said Nick.   He wrenched the shaft up once more.  Jason cried out, then froze in the moment of maximum ecstasy—the moment when maleness overwhelms everything, even the male himself.

       The pleasure-filled cock exploded in long streams of man-juice.   Jason yelled continuously as the streams continued firing from the throbbing cock.   Hot cum splattered onto Nick’s hands and onto Jason’s big ballsack.

       “Fuck yeah!” shouted Nick. 

       The juice exploded in pleasure jets that simultaneously tickled and stung.  Jason’s body heaved violently.  Nick held the kid down and continued wrenching the giant tool, demanding that it keep shooting.  Jason screamed as the cock did as ordered.    

       This orgasm left the kid considerably weakened and exhausted.  A feeling of heavy tiredness overcame the youth.  Nick took the opportunity to strip the kid.  He yanked off the jeans and pushed them aside.  The stud slipped a leg under Jason’s lower back and dropped the other one onto his gut.  He suddenly locked the muscular thighs into a scissors that made the youth cry out again.  

       “Ah!  Stop!” begged Jason.

       “Not until you agree to some things.  First, do you agree that I’m the Master and that I own you as my boy, and slave?”    

       “Fuck!” cried Jason, tortured by the scissors.

       Nick drove his rock-like quadriceps further into the youth’s narrow waist, restricting his breathing.  Jason grabbed Nick’s thigh.  He quickly found that he had no chance of dislodging it.  His face reddened.

       “O.K!  Yes, I agree!” shouted the agonized youth.

       The stud wrapped a hand around Jason’s balls.  “Do you agree that I own these now?”

       “Yes!  Yes!” shrieked the kid.

       “If you ever disobey me, do you agree to strip and offer your balls as punishment?”

       “Shit!  Yes!” cried Jason.

       “Are you ready to call me “sir” and give me your cum every day, boy?”

       “Yes….Yes sir!” yelled Jason.

       “Good answers!” said Nick.  He unlocked his scissors and stood up, watching the kid try to regain his breath.  He motioned for Jason to stand. Nick had to help the guy up, then pushed him against a wall for support.  “One more thing: spread your legs—wide.”

       “Not my balls again—please!” complained Jason.  But he complied anyway, knowing he didn’t have the strength to put up a fight.

       “Put your chin on my shoulder and arms around my neck.  Keep them there,” said Nick. 

       The kid did so with a worried look on his face.  Nick moved in close, touching his chest to Jason’s.  Then he reached down and took hold of the youth’s giant testicles, one in each hand.

       Jason felt the fingers carefully arrange themselves around each big ball, as though in specific, planned positions.  “What are you gonna do?  I can’t cum—I don’t have the energy,” said Jason.

       “I know a hold that will change your mind,” replied Nick. 

       The stud started to press his thumbs into the hard ball flesh.  Jason gasped.

       “Hold on tight—this may hurt at first,” explained Nick. 

       The kid winched as the thumbs squeezed further into his testicles.

       “Yeah,” whispered Nick, massively turned on by the power he wielded over the big balls. He added a slightly downward pull to the squeeze. 

       “Ah!  Stop!” gasped Jason.  He tapped on Nick’s back to submit. 

       The stud ignored it and increased the ball pressure.  Jason tapped out again, harder and more anxiously.

       “Give it time,” said Nick, forcing his thumbs deeper into the testicles.  “Tomorrow I’m gonna cut the pockets of your 501s.  Then whenever I get behind you I can stick my hands inside and play with your nuts. Or make your big dick hard.  We can do it outside too, when no one’s looking—or when someone IS looking.”

       Jason didn’t really listen.  Worried about his balls, he kept breathing faster and tapping on Nick to end the squeeze. 

       “Learn to love this, kid.  It’s gonna make you cum like you never have before.”

       “I can’t!  I can’t!” insisted Jason. 

       “We’ll see about that.  You have two awesome sperm boys between your legs. They want exercise!”

       Exasperated, the kid hugged Nick in fear as the pressure on his balls continued to increase. 

       “Ever sucked off a big cock?” asked the stud, trying to divert Jason’s mind from the crushing pressure he was applying to the testicles.

       Jason gasped.  “No sir.”

       “In the morning I’ll let you practice on mine. I’ll teach you how to be a winner at sucking—and swallowing the big loads I’m gonna feed you every day.” 

       “Yes, sir,” groaned the youth.  Soon a slight sensation of pleasure tingled through his shaft.

He grunted in eager anticipation, holding the muscled stud closer and more affectionately.  

       “We’ve got a long way to go, boy,” said Nick. 

       Jason groaned, unable to do anything except hang on as the stud’s clamps continued pressing into the core of his masculinity. 

       “Yeah,” whispered Nick, highly aroused by his absolute command of the huge balls, and the rest of the youth’s handsome, athletic body.  Nick’s cock began to drip pre-cum. Over the next minutes it rolled down the long tool and onto his jeans, darkening the worn, markedly faded denim.  He pushed his clamps deeper into the stubborn sperm boys.        

       Jason’s mouth opened.  He clutched Nick both in dread and devotion, determined to survive the frightening, yet strangely seductive, hold.  He spread his legs wider. 

(end)