A Team Effort

It started when four guys in their twenties, located in different towns, placed their profiles on a website devoted to wrestling hookups. Many of the subscribers listed themselves as gay, but not all. All four guys posted their images wearing speedos or briefs, and because that revealed exceptionally handsome and well-built bodies, all four received many requests from guys for fights of all kinds. They heard from guys wanting amateur matches, pro matches, outdoor matches, tag team matches, submission matches, gear-specific matches wearing things like jeans or jockstraps, naked matches, sex matches, and more.

Robbie and Shawn, both gay, connected with each other several times via online chatting. At first they wanted to wrestle each other, then decided they’d like to find two other guys for a tag team match. What kind of tag team match became their next goal. They joked about doing a naked, outdoor, tag team match, but it remained only a joke—not likely to happen in the real world.

Much searching, chatting and texting led to two good candidates, who also wanted a tag team match with them—Jeff and Kyle. However, these wrestlers listed themselves as straight, a point that made Robbie and Shawn wonder if that would matter. But after reviewing the images and comments of both guys, they finally agreed to the match. All four wrestlers also agreed on some basic rules: meeting in a city unfamiliar to any of them, wrestling in a motel room, doing a submission match with three out of five submissions to win, a match with no time limit, no ref, and no holds barred. Jeff and Kyle went into the match pretty sure they could defeat the two gay guys, who looked to them weaker in terms of muscles and aggression.

Shawn took care of the one-night booking of the motel room, which had a king-sized bed to use for the match. Upon arrival, Robbie and Shawn removed the bedding and pillows, giving them roughly a 7-foot square mattress to wrestle on. When Jeff and Kyle arrived, the two teams stripped off their tee shirts and jeans, picked their corners and stood beside them. Shawn and Robbie wore jockstraps, while Jeff had on a blue Speedo and Kyle wore a white brief.

Jeff and Robbie crawled to the center of the mattress and faced each other on their knees to start the match. They locked arms, but almost immediately Jeff threw a punch into Robbie’s gut. Robbie toppled over and Jeff moved in, slamming his fist into the gut once more. Robbie rolled onto his stomach to shield himself from more punches. But Jeff pulled him over on his back again, held him down with a folded leg across his chest and unleashed a long series of vicious blows to the gut. Then he clamped both hands onto Robbie’s lower gut and pushed his finger-claws in deep. Robbie gasped for breath as the fingers seemed to enter his body. He grabbed Jeff’s arms but couldn’t pull them away. The guy’s powerful biceps startled Robbie—in fact, they seemed to paralyze him from taking any action at all.

Yet he refused to submit. Part of the reason had to do with his dick. Any wrestling or submission hold positioned close to his dick or balls tended to get him sexually aroused. So the longer Jeff’s fingers pressed into his gut, the more his dick came to life. After a couple of minutes, Jeff’s gut claw turned Robbie’s dick into a full-length cock. As its head pushed above his jockstrap’s waistband, it touched one of Jeff’s claw hands—looking like it wanted to join the match.

Jeff couldn’t handle that—in more ways than one. He released his double claw hold, then punched the cockhead in anger. Robbie grabbed his cock and rolled onto his stomach. Jeff seized a leg and flipped him over. He bent the knee and folded it over the straight leg, smoothly locking him in a figure-four. Robbie howled in pain. Jeff took hold of the straight leg and lifted it, greatly intensifying the pain. Robbie pounded his fists into the mattress. Jeff watched his face and delighted in seeing it react to the pain he caused. He lifted the leg higher.

“Ah, no!” yelled Robbie, sitting up and falling back down many times.

“Yeah! This is gonna get ya!” insisted Jeff, grinning. He pushed the leg still higher. Robbie screamed from the unbearable pain.

“Yeah, suffer, boy!” gloated Jeff.

“No! No! I can’t take any more! I submit! I submit!”

Jeff smiled. “I think you can take a lot more, queer!” His smile turned into a sneer. He didn’t release the hold and didn’t intend to. He pushed the leg even higher, inflicting as much pain as he could on the guy.

Shawn couldn’t stand hearing Robbie’s screams any longer. He flew onto Jeff in one leap and smashed him in the back of his neck to break the hold. Jeff fell to the mattress, while Robbie dragged himself to his corner. Jeff crawled over to Kyle and tagged him in.

As they locked up on their knees, Shawn sensed that his strength seemed to exceed Kyle’s, although Kyle had a really hot looking body. Or maybe Kyle had a less aggressive spirit. Whatever the cause, Shawn threw him down onto his back with ease, jumped on him and held him down in a schoolboy pin. With his arms pinned and Shawn straddling him, Kyle had a worried look on his face as he saw Shawn’s crotch close up. He tried to force his arms up and out of the pin a number of times, but it always came to nothing.

“Pins don’t count! This ain’t no amateur match. You gotta make him submit!” reminded Jeff, confident that Kyle could succeed if he could topple Shawn.

But that didn’t happen. Shawn kept him firmly pinned. “If you can’t get outa this, you’re gonna be starin’ at my crotch all night!” He smiled down at Kyle. “Or maybe you like that and want a better view!”

Shawn released Kyle’s left arm, reached back and punched the guy’s left thigh. When Kyle lifted it out of the way, Shawn grabbed it. He pulled the leg far forward. “You’re very flexible—good!” He grabbed the other leg, trapping Kyle in a tight rollup. He gradually lowered his body, bringing his jockstrap closer and closer to Kyle’s face.

Kyle turned his head to the left and right to avoid contact with it. But Shawn managed to drop his jock squarely onto the front of Kyle’s face.

Shawn smiled. “Yeah! This is better—at least for me!” He started to slowly rub his dick up and down across the guy’s nose and lips.

Kyle could feel the dick begin to stiffen. In a short time, the jockstrapped dick pressed against face fully hard.

“Feels great, man! Open your mouth and suck it—or submit!”

Kyle found himself in an impossible spot. When he opened his mouth to submit, Shawn pushed his cock down into it. Kyle desperately yelled his muffled submission again and again, until Shawn pulled his rod up so that everyone could hear it.

Jeff angrily punched the corner of the mattress. Shawn sat up on top of Kyle and raised his arms in victory. He didn’t get up right away, giving Kyle a long look at the impressive erection under his jock.

As Shawn let Kyle get up, the loser wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to remove the thought of Shawn’s cock touching it. Shawn tagged Robbie in, while Kyle moved to his corner and tagged in Jeff.

“Sorry, man,” said Kyle quietly to his partner, ashamed of his humiliating defeat.

Jeff didn’t take time to reply, but immediately approached Robbie, ready to retaliate for Kyle’s loss. He grasped Robbie’s leg and pulled it out from under him, sending Robbie to his back. Jeff leaped on the guy and seized his neck with both hands in a blatant, schoolboy choke. Robbie gasped as he felt Jeff’s fingers press into his wind pipe. He knew he had little time to find a way to escape. Fortunately he did have the use of both hands. He grabbed one of Jeff’s fingers and began to wrench it away from his neck. Rather than try that with the other fingers, he pulled the finger backwards more and more, threatening to break it. Jeff shouted in pain and released his strangle hold.

Robbie took advantage of the moment and threw Jeff off him. But a second later Jeff caught his opponent’s neck again—this time between his legs. He had Robbie’s head positioned high up on the thighs, making it very difficult for Robbie to pry them apart. He worked his fingers in between his neck and Jeff’s muscular thighs as far as he could, but couldn’t budge them.

Nevertheless, Jeff propped himself up and adjusted his legs to ensure that Robbie tapped out, or choked out. He hooked one of his lower legs onto the other, and tightened them into a Brazilian triangle choke. Robbie tried to bridge up several times without success. Jeff smiled as he saw Robbie’s reddening face. Robbie could no longer breathe normally. He grabbed Jeff’s thighs in fear.

“I’ve got you, boy!” gloated Jeff.

Hoping for the best, Robbie refused to submit. But it took the hold only a few more seconds to conquer the guy. He tapped on Jeff’s thigh as his eyes suddenly closed and his arms fell lifeless to the mattress.

Jeff returned to his corner as Shawn rushed toward Robbie to wake him up.

Shawn had to slap Robbie’s cheek several times to get him to respond. “Time out, so I can revive my partner!”

It took Robbie several minutes to fully regain his consciousness. For a while he thought he’d beaten Jeff. When the reality hit him, he insisted on getting back in the match to face Kyle. Shawn discouraged that, yet Robbie persisted and eventually overruled his partner’s objections.

As Robbie and Kyle locked up, Robbie looked at his opponent’s brief—as he always did when wrestling a hot guy. Although just a quick glance, the front of the brief appeared to have sort of a bulge that it didn’t have before losing to Shawn. Did his close encounter with Shawn’s dick turn him on? Did Kyle enjoy losing? He thought about that as he grabbed Kyle and hurled him down to the mattress.

Robbie took hold of Kyle’s left foot, lifted the leg and wrapped it around his own. On his back, Kyle yelled in pain when Robbie twisted the foot, putting a lot of pain on the trapped ankle. As he held the foot, Robbie looked more carefully at the guy’s brief: it did have an oblong bulge. Kyle didn’t submit to the ankle lock, so Robbie changed holds. He dropped to the mattress, scissored Kyle’s left leg and took hold of the other one with his left hand He gradually pulled the right leg away from the left, locking Kyle in a perfectly executed leg split—one that Kyle soon found escape-proof. He did try several times to unhook Robbie’s leg from his own, but he failed in that on every attempt.

Robbie could have split the legs and hamstrings much more severely, causing an instant submission. However, he didn’t want Kyle to submit right away. He deliberately minimized the pain of the split so he could have some fun with his victim first.

Jeff stared at the hold, which looked to him much more painful than Kyle actually felt. “Don’t let him submit ya, buddy!”

As Kyle hopelessly struggled to get out of the split, Robbie moved his free right hand under Kyle’s butt, through his crotch and rested it on the guy’s brief-covered dick. He kept it there for several minutes, not squeezing the dick, but occasionally feeling its solidity and length.

“Stop playin’ with it, queer!” shouted Jeff angrily.

But Robbie continued to freely check out the guy’s dick. Kyle squirmed as the hand continued to feel the part of his body he had always kept private—until now. With Kyle’s crotch wide open, Robbie did more violating. Moving his hand lower, he fastened his fingers around the guy’s ballsack. Kyle cringed as the fingers examined each testicle through his brief.

“He’s got great balls, man,” reported Robbie to Shawn.

To get a more intimate check, Robbie slid his hand inside the brief’s pouch.

“Ah! No!” gasped Kyle as he felt Robbie’s fingers exploring his testicles, then simply holding them.

Robbie didn’t squeeze. Still, the holding bothered Kyle, mainly because it went on for so long, minute after minute. His breathing accelerated.

Thoroughly disgusted, Jeff turned his head away from his buddy’s embarrassing problem. When he looked at Kyle again, he could see Robbie’s fingers moving now and then under the brief, obviously doing something with or to his buddy’s balls. Kyle writhed and groaned in response to the hidden maneuver. On his back with his thighs spread far apart, he could do nothing to stop Robbie. As time passed, Shawn could see more movement under Kyle’s brief: the guy’s dick had steadily hardened and now started to push up into the brief.

“Yeah! If he doesn’t wanna submit, turn him on!” laughed Shawn.

Realizing that his growing cock had now become the center of attention, Kyle struggled once more to escape the leg split. The guy failed in that, but he did begin to sense a faint pleasure in both his cock and balls, a new experience for him. He found himself struggling less and less as the fingers inside his brief gradually convinced the balls to want more and more of Robbie’s control. Sur prisingly, Robbie maintained that control through very little effort. He moved the guy’s balls in subtle ways—sometimes together, sometimes individually, and sometimes applying a little more pressure when necessary.

“How do they feel?” asked Robbie. “They’re gettin’ harder!”

“Shit!” whispered Kyle, then he added, “Please stop.”

“Is that a submission?”

Kyle knew if he gave up, that would make two times he submitted to the other team—one submission away from losing the match. “No!” he cried, feeling broken and confused.

Robbie continued to work on the balls, causing Kyle’s cock to push further into his brief. Shawn watched closely from his corner, wishing he could see Robbie’s fingers in action—how they could do that to a guy, especially to a straight guy.

“Can you make him cum that way?” Shawn asked Robbie.

“We’ll see—his balls really want it!”

Kyle’s pleasure groans became louder as if confirming the accuracy of Robbie’s reply.

“Don’t submit!” repeated Jeff to Kyle.

Shawn grinned at Kyle. “If Robbie makes him cum, your team’s gonna be in trouble—after he shoots, the dude won’t wanna do much more wrestlin’!”

Over the next few minutes Kyle tensed up considerably. The fingers of each hand began to claw at and clutch the mattress. “Ah! My balls!” he whispered, reacting not to pain, but to the astonishing pleasure that Robbie had somehow produced within his testicles.

Kyle looked stunned. His jaw dropped open. He wanted to spread his legs even further apart—a desire he thought bizarre at the time, yet a genuine desire.

Robbie’s fingers became motionless inside the brief, as if noting a change as they held the guy’s sack. “Yeah, keep your nuts tight like that!”

Kyle groaned and seemed to comply.

Robbie grinned. “Yeah! Show me how big and hard your awesome nuts can get!”

Kyle’s breathing accelerated. Jeff turned his head away, refusing to watch Robbie conquer his leg-split buddy in such a prolonged, humiliating way. But at least Robbie’s maneuver on the balls caused Kyle no pain—although it might not appear that way to a casual observer. Shawn watched the guy’s gut sink and rise in excitement. Kyle stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. His hands grasped the mattress in desperation. “I give! I give!” he whispered.

Kyle stared and hung on to the mattress for a long time, looking dazed. Then his whispers turned into weak cries and groans as Robbie’s hand started to move once more inside the brief’s pouch. Even though Robbie still had the guy’s legs in an inescapable and far-flung split, Kyle made no plea for a release from the hold, as most wrestlers do after submitting to it. Instead, he lay there as though accepting or ignoring his open crotch and the hand inside his pouch.

When Robbie at last ended the hold and removed his hand, Shawn saw a look of relief on Kyle’s face, rather than one of defeat.

“Did you make him cum?”

Instead of answering Shawn, Robbie took hold of the waistband on Kyle’s brief. He carefully pulled the brief down and hooked the waistband under the guy’s ballsack.

“Damn!” exclaimed Shawn, seeing massive loads of cum. “You got him good!”

Jeff couldn’t believe what he saw. Thick cum coated the inside of the brief, Kyle’s cock and gut. Robbie unhooked the elastic band and pulled it up, returning it to Kyle’s waist. “When you want this again, text me,” Robbie whispered in Kyle’s ear. He gave the guy’s chest some friendly pats, then crawled over to Shawn and tagged out.

Jeff had to wait for his tag, since Kyle crawled slowly toward him on his knees, in dreamy disinterest. As Jeff at last moved toward Shawn, Kyle rolled onto his back and gently rubbed his pouch, as if trying to recall the pleasure of his orgasm.

Shawn and Jeff locked arms, looking like two rams trying to push the other back. Jeff broke away first, and instantly attacked by gripping Shawn’s armpits. Shawn yelped as Jeff’s fingernails dug into the sensitive skin. Jeff used the double armpit claws to pull the anguished wrestler down on his back. He sat on Shawn’s gut and proceeded to increase the torture. Shawn grabbed Jeff’s arms and struggled to pull them away.

“This is where you submit!” roared Jeff, pinching into the skin mercilessly.

Shawn found it difficult to withstand the pain. But employing all his strength, he ripped the right hand out of his armpit and managed to pull Jeff over with it. He twisted the arm hard, forcing his opponent onto his stomach. With that accomplished, he grabbed the other arm and pulled both arms upright. Jeff shouted in pain as Shawn gradually pushed the arms forward.

“This is where I dislocate your arms!”

“I’m not gonna submit to you, queer!” screamed Jeff.

Shawn pushed the arms further. “I’m not kiddin’, man. Your tendons are gonna start tearing.”

“No!” screamed Jeff, his eyes filling with tears of pain.

“O.K. You asked for it….” said Shawn, forcing the arms once more.

“Fuck! I submit! I give! You guys win!”

Shawn dropped the arms and raised his own in triumph.

“Hey, hold him for me.” requested Robbie. “I wanna thank him for the match.”

Shawn pulled Jeff up on his knees using the guy’s aching arms. Robbie moved in front of Jeff and spoke kindly to him. “Great match, man. It’s always cool to wrestle such a hot guy.” He ran a hand affectionately across Jeff’s chest and abs.

“Fuck you, queer!” protested Jeff. “Get your hand off me! The match is over!”

“Yeah, it’s over, but this is just some post-match fun,” replied Robbie.

Concerned, Kyle moved to the center of the mattress.

“You have a great body, dude,” complimented Robbie, resting his hands on Jeff’s sides. “Plus you look really good in that brief. Do you look as good under it?” He slipped the brief down and stared at the guy’s dick and ball sack. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” He held the dick upright by its head and smiled. “How big does it get?”

“Hey, that’s enough,” interrupted Kyle, moving closer.

Robbie quickly fastened the fingers of each hand around one of Jeff’s testicles—not roughly, but firmly enough to maintain a good grip.

“Fuck!” Jeff shouted to Kyle. “Do something, man! He’s got my balls!”

Kyle reached a hand toward Robbie.

“I wouldn’t do that,” warned Shawn, shifting his hold on Jeff’s arms to a secure full nelson. “What happens to his balls if my buddy gets mad at you?”

Unsure about what to do, Kyle retracted his arm and backed off, sitting on folded legs.

“Smart move,” commented Robbie, feeling the testicles.

Enraged, Jeff tried to wiggle out of the nelson, but had no luck.

“Don’t hurt him, man,” said Kyle.

“Not going to,” said Robbie, as he concentrated on getting his fingers around the testicles in the correct positions.

“You gonna jump-start him?” asked Shawn.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try.”

“What’s that?” asked Kyle.

“Robbie’s used the J.S. hold on me a bunch of times. It’ll make Jeff feel real good. Watch his dick!” answered Shawn.

At first, Kyle could only look down at the mattress. As a straight guy he felt uncomfortable looking at a guy’s dick, especially Jeff’s. But out of curiosity he did look. He saw it twitch, like an electric charge zapping it—without Robbie’s hands or anything else touching it. Fascinated, he looked closer at Robbie’s fingers. They slowly moved the testicles up and down, almost un-noticeably, just like they had done with his balls inside his brief. The fingers had the balls separated, with the thumb of each hand pressed into the center of the sack. Kyle wondered how such a slight motion could stimulate a dick so effectively. Suddenly Jeff made a grunting sound that could only signal pleasure. Almost at the same time, Kyle saw his buddy’s dick lift itself higher. Jeff groaned louder. His fuming protests gradually faded, replaced by something else that had taken hold of him—pleasure.

Jeff began to grunt repeatedly as his dick grew harder and longer. It gradually moved fully upright, a sight that astounded Kyle.

“You gonna get him?” Shawn asked Robbie.

Robbie smiled at the vivid expression of ecstasy on Jeff’s face. “Soon!”

Kyle could not take his gaze off of his buddy’s cock, which had grown into a tall, totally stiff pole. He could almost feel it pulsing. But as he watched the cock, he failed to notice the hardening of his own dick.

The sexy groans produced by the jump-start maneuver made it clear that, for the moment, Robbie had taken complete control of Jeff’s hunky physique. The wrestler had become the victim of raw pleasure—a pleasure that went way beyond what he usually felt before an orgasm. Gasping as though Robbie had him suffering in an agonizing body lock, Jeff didn’t know how to handle a submission hold that instead brought him an outrageous agony of pleasure.

Kyle noticed that Robbie’s thumbs did make a difference during the maneuver on Jeff’s balls. He saw the thumbs lightly stroke the swollen shaft behind and between the balls as he subtly moved them up and down. Robbie added to the pleasure by holding the balls more firmly as they became harder.

“They’re not gonna hold his sperm much longer,” he reported to Shawn.

Jeff’s jaw dropped open. He threw his head backward ecstatically, resting it on Robbie’s shoulder. To Kyle that looked like an act of submission, but also like a sign of affection—something he and Jeff would normally never do as heterosexual men. But for Jeff, the overwhelming pleasure he felt wiped out any such inhibition. Kyle watched his buddy’s breathing get faster and deeper.

Kyle wanted to advise Jeff to fight the urge to submit, but he remained silent. Watching Jeff reminded him of the way he felt when Robbie’s fingers had worked on his balls earlier during the leg split. Kyle couldn’t tell if the look on Jeff’s face showed him trying to hold back an orgasm, or begging Robbie to make him cum. A few seconds later, he found out.

Hefty blasts of sperm started firing powerfully from the hands-free cock, as though demonstrating its power for all to see. Kyle watched the white sperm strike Jeff’s chin and chest and gut, while Robbie kept the guy’s balls firmly locked in his hands. Jeff yelled as his muscle kept pumping out the greatest pleasure a guy can have—until he had no sperm, or strength, remaining.

Afterward, Robbie held both testicles in his left hand. “Your nuts feel awesome when you shoot off, man! Next time let’s wrestle naked, so I can get your cock in some holds!” He wrapped his right hand around Jeff’s twitching rod and squeezed. Jeff screamed as his inflamed shaft finally got to experience what it craved the most—physical touch.

The squeeze produced a pleasure so intense that more spurts flew out of the cock. But the thought of a gay guy making him cum twice suddenly consumed Jeff with rage. “You bastard!” he shouted, his eyes glowing with hatred.

“You loved it, dude!” grinned Robbie, releasing the balls and cock.

Shawn pulled Jeff down on his back and sat beside the drained, out-of-breath guy. Jeff wanted to retaliate somehow, but didn’t have the energy.

Shawn pulled up the guy’s brief and massaged his wet chest and gut. “Let’s do this again sometime.” He crawled over to Robbie and the two winners embraced. The embrace went on and on, with much kissing.

Seeing this infuriated Jeff. It irritated Kyle less so, but now defeat and particularly shame began to show in his eyes. Jeff crawled over to Kyle and started to whisper to him. The victors, passionately engaged in feeling their asses, backs and sides as they kissed, failed to notice their drained opponents whispering behind them. Sneaking behind—Jeff behind Robbie and Kyle behind Shawn—the match losers thrust their lower arms forcefully up between the victors’ legs, striking the jockstrapped testicles directly. Jeff actually struck Robbie’s testicles with two massive blows. Kyle could tell that the blows caused Robbie serious damage from the sound of the guy’s piercing screams as he fell to the mattress.

Frightened by that, Kyle quickly pulled on his jeans, snatched his tee shirt and promptly exited the room. Jeff followed, leaving Robbie lying on the mattress holding his balls and whimpering in pain.

Shawn moved next to his partner, not knowing what he could do to help his buddy. Robbie tried to raise himself, but fell to the mattress again, on his back. “He hurt my nuts bad, man.”

“Let me look at ‘em.” He carefully pulled the guy’s jockstrap down, then off. “They look real red, that’s all.” He paused. “They also look sexy!”

Robbie ventured a short laugh, appreciating the compliment. Shawn stretched out beside him and slid a hand across his buddy’s chest and abs. “I think you’ll be O.K.”

Robbie’s rod, freed from the jockstrap, lifted itself above his gut. Shawn put his hand around it. “At least your cock’s is good shape!”

“Yeah. I wish my balls were the same way.”

“If I held ‘em, they might feel better. I won’t squeeze, I promise.””

“I’m not sure, man….”

“Tell me if it you don’t like it and I’ll stop.”

“O.K.”

But at the first slight touch of Shawn’s fingers, Robbie jumped.

“Relax, man—I’m just gonna hold ‘em, nothing else.”

Robbie sighed as Shawn’s warm fingers surrounded the testicles.

“That does feel good,” admitted Robbie.

“They seem fine to me,” said Shawn.

“Do yours hurt too?”

“A little. But I think Kyle went easier on me.”

As the moments passed, Robbie’s balls began to feel better. “I like how you’re holding ‘em.”

“I can hold ‘em like this all night! Hey, we should sleep here—we’ve got the room for the night anyway.”

“Good idea.”

Shawn released the ballsack, found two pillows and threw them on the bed, sliding one under Robbie’s head. He pulled a sheet over both of them.

Robbie spread his legs. “Hold my balls again, dude.”

Shawn grinned. “No one could stop me!”

Robbie sighed again as he felt the fingers cautiously attach themselves to his testicles. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“You need to get some sleep,” said Shawn. “In the morning you’ll feel better. Tonight, don’t worry. Your balls are safe with me. I promise.”

“Yeah, protect ‘em, man.” He pulled Shawn closer. “Protect my….”

Robbie fell asleep abruptly. Shawn kissed him, and kept his promise.

(end)