Brotherly Love

Did you have a good time as a teen? I sure did. I kicked ass. My buddies and I had loads of fun exploring our developing bodies—finding out what ac­tivity would give us more muscles, or what would cause increased pleasure, or pain. We did this in many ways, but especially through wrestling. On days when I couldn’t find a wrestling buddy, I’d seek out my little brother to horse around with. By “little,” I mean Jamie’s shorter height, since only a year separated us in age. Jamie excelled at running and had a great body. But I far surpassed him in overall strength. When he and I wrestled, always in the basement room we shared, I dominated him with no trouble. He became a perfect victim for my favorite submission holds. But I had to corner him first: he knew what I intended to do and would try to slip away. He rarely succeeded, though.

Jamie could handle pain quite well, yet not the pain of a hammerlock. He begged me not to use the hold on him. I finally agreed, on the condition that he keep quiet when we wrestled and not yell out for mom or dad. The deal worked. It allowed me to have lots of sessions with him in complete privacy. Although he never admitted anything about liking contact with other guys, his dick would harden as soon as I locked him in a hold. Later as students at the local junior college, we continued to wrestle occasionally and whenever we did, he had a hard cock through it all. I started grabbing it during these encounters. He didn’t seem to mind. But squeezing it and not letting go soon made him submit, even though I sometimes did it through his Levi’s and brief. I decided that in our next match, I’d prolong the hold and see what happened.

On that occasion we wrestled in briefs. I set him up by applying a brutal cross body scissors. Trapped on his back, he could do nothing to conceal or control his fully erect phallus. I slid a hand underneath his stretchy, low- rise and gripped the pulsating cockflesh. Jamie’s body twitched in pleasure. Harder squeezes just below the head brought more twitching.

“Let go, man,” he said.

“Why? It’s gotta feel awesome,” I replied, continuing to squeeze.

Drops of pre-cum began to escape from the cockhole and ooze through the white fabric that pressed against it.

“Yeah. Good lookin’ juice,” I observed.

“Oh fuck!” groaned Jamie, aware that he had lost control of his excited rod.

“After you shoot, you’re gonna suck me dry!” I added.

“No way!” said Jamie defiantly.

“Yes you will! ‘Cause if you don’t, mom’s gonna find your wet brief!”

“No! Don’t! Please!”

“You gonna suck me?”

Jamie hesitated, feeling the pleasure in his cock intensify with each passing second. “O.K., you bastard,” he said at last.

I didn’t need to do much more squeezing. Suddenly, Jamie’s whole body jerked. A few seconds later, milky jam started to blast into his brief, and right through the thin material.

“Yeah! Do it!” I said, amazed at the huge amount of cum pouring into the nearly transparent brief. By the time he finished pumping, he’d soaked the whole front of it. I pulled my hand out and gave the still-throbbing tool a final squeeze. Another load of juice shot into the brief. I finally stripped him and and threw the wet bikini beyond his reach—just in case. Then I crawled on his chest and sat with my stiff dickhead hovering over his mouth.

“Suck it,” I demanded.

When he failed to cooperate, I forced the head between his lips with two fingers. “Your last chance, bro,” I warned. He knew the truth of my statement. He also knew that I expected him to take my juice, every drop. Jamie didn’t object to the idea, which surprised me a little. I grunted as his tongue and teeth quickly worked my cock into a frenzy of pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned. “How come you’re so good at this?”

The guy had tremendous skill. Weakened by the incredible pleasure, I fell forward until my hands hit the floor. Motionless on my hands and knees, I had no defense against Jamie’s mouth. Without moving his head an inch, he made the pleasure grow to unbearable proportions.

“You’re gonna get me, man,” I gasped. My cock seemed to lengthen further and reach deep into his throat. I gasped again as my juice burst out in an explosion of uncontrollable ecstasy.

“Yeah! Swallow it! Drink it!” I whispered, feeling him eagerly gulp down my hot cream. The orgasm seemed to last an hour. His tongue didn’t know when to quit….

But something else about Jamie had captivated me long before I ever felt his tongue—the guy’s mammoth set of balls. I’d never seen anything that approached the size of his. And they hung low enough to let you see every inch of their exceptional surface area. They made his crotch a truly awesome sight when he wore a thong, or his usual tight fitting Levi’s, or both. Fortunately for me, as his brother I often got to view them uncovered, and at close range.

I did more than simply eye the nuts, of course. I began to grab them when we wrestled. In order to mess with Jamie’s balls without his opposition, I merely put him in a sleeper hold first. As soon as he nodded out, I pulled his brief down and gave the giants my total attention. I quickly learned that messing with them gave Jamie a stiff dick, whether he knew it or not. His gonads became harder, too, as if encouraging me to apply more aggressive holds. I did. When reality returned to him, he found his balls securely locked up and his hope of freeing them an impossibility. So he’d remain motionless on his back while I “played.” In time, the dude opposed me less and less, partly because he didn’t like the effects of a sleeper. He also could not ignore the fact that my ballwork aroused him—so much, in fact, that it always led to a savagely pleasurable orgasm.

Consequently, Jamie became my semi-willing testicle guinea pig. I gradually perfected one hold after another, then used them on other guys. I did every­thing from Levi crotch grabs—frontal or rear, with the guy standing, kneeling or lying down—to more exacting holds on exposed nuts. To practice the latter ones, I made Jamie strip and lie down with his back on the bed. I spread his legs widely: when dealing with the incredible circumference of my brother’s balls, I needed all the crotch space I could get! I became very good at three special grips, and gave them names—the Backstretch, the Clamp, and the Eagle.

To do the Backstretch, I laid my left thumb across the top of the ballsack and grasped the nuts with the other four fingers. While I held the cock steady with my right hand, I pressed my left thumb into the cock’s base and slowly pulled the balls backward. I kept stretching the sack until it could go no further. I held it there until I got a submission. To make the guy shoot, I dug my fingertips into the crotch and started putting the squeeze on his sex gland. It worked every time.

In the Clamp, the ends of all five fingers acted like a pliers, coming to­gether on or just above the balls. Since it clamped the whole sack effectively, the user could easily apply as much pressure as desired. Many guys would prob­ably employ something like this to do an old-fashioned ball squeeze, but I learned to apply it with a lot of skill and flexibility. For instance, when I clamp a guy, I usually embellish the hold by slowly pulling the ballsack away from the dude’s body—sometimes farther and farther, sometimes pulling to a certain point repeatedly.

I came up with the Eagle as a variation of the Clamp, a nasty but very sexy variation. Instead of keeping the fingers straight out and together at the ends, you bend them inward toward the palm, so they look like an eagle’s talon. This literally scoops up the balls, putting considerable pressure on their tops, sides and bottoms. Sometimes I add an outward pull for fun if the guy can take it. But usually just bending the fingers further—thus driving them deeper into the balls—will make him give.

Of all the holds I used on Jamie, the Eagle scared him the most. He’d sub­mit right away, fearing it would severely damage his gonads. My wimpy buddies did the same thing. As soon as I got the Eagle on one of them, he would yell a submission real fast. Some tough guys!

Then Chad came along. We met in a physical science class. He liked my “Submission Only” tee shirt and before long, he and I began to get together at his apartment to wrestle. I’ve never had so much fun with a guy. I wanted to keep my hands on his muscular, slender body all day and all night. I wanted to comb his thick, blond hair with my fingers. I wanted his balls and cock. I wanted all of him. Best of all, he wanted me, too.

I loved it when he grabbed my balls and wouldn’t let go. Last week he even did it publicly, in the parking lot after night class. He bear hugged me from behind, then when went for my nuts. I dropped my notebook as he forced me over to a grassy area nearby, then down onto my stomach.

“Hey man,” I laughed, “can’t you wait til we get back to your place?”

“Hell no! You know what your skin-tight Levi’s do to me!”

I felt him pop the buttons on my fly. He pulled down the front of my brief and gripped the stiff tool.

“Oh shit! Not here, dude!” I said in alarm.

“Right here, right now!” replied Chad. “Make my fingers wet!”

The dude went on a real squeezing rampage, attacking my cock over and over in all the right places.

“You’re crazy, man!” I gasped.

“Yeah—crazy for you!” he said, kissing the back of my neck.

He had me. The harder he squeezed, the more pleasure he created in my cock. “This’ll get ya!” he whispered, suddenly doubling his pressure on my throbb­ing shaft.

“You fucker!” I grunted. I dug my fingers into the cool ground, no longer able to hold back the inevitable. My body froze in ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum!”

My cock exploded with unusual violence. Hot juice blasted the blades of grass beneath me, quickly flooding them in an ocean of masculine virility. I’ve never experienced a more intense orgasm.

Chad loved it, too. “I’m gonna check this grass later,” he chuckled. “I bet it gets greener than all the rest!”

Besides having a fun personality, Chad also possesses an irresistible tough­ness, a ruggedness that he always seeks to test. Submission wrestling attracts him for that reason: he wants to see how much he can take, then tries to absorb more. He likes the challenge and almost never gives up, despite the pain. Al­though he and I love to mess around wearing only Levi’s, or jocks, we spend most of the time wrestling naked, gladly putting balls and cocks at risk, right along with the other parts of our bodies. We especially like to focus on balls as targets. After all, that often leads to a submission.

In some cases, work­ing on nuts can also make a guy shoot. To Chad and I, an orgasm counts as the only real submission, since you have the guy’s juice to prove it. Sometimes we even ignore verbal submissions and keep the hold in place until the victim shoots.

Last weekend, at my buddy’s place, we both did stuff that surprised us—daring new moves that had existed only in our minds before then. I put moves on the guy that I bet he still feels be­tween his legs! But our match didn’t start that way. Facing each other naked, we began as we usually do—locking arms and staring at our fully erect dicks.

“Tonight yours is gonna shoot first—big time!” I said boldly.

“Man, you’re fulla shit! You’re gonna lose so much cum that you won’t be able to get up off the mat! Then I’ll go after those big nuts of yours and finish you off good!”

“Hell, if you think my nuts are big, you oughta see my brother’s! Huge suckers. Almost like golfballs, and nearly as hard!”

“No shit?” said Chad. “Bring him over. Tell him I’ll be gentle!”

We both laughed.

“But not gentle with you!” he added.

Suddenly my butt hit the mat from a lightning-quick leg sweep. Before I could get up, Chad pinned my right leg with his left foot, grabbed my left ankle and started to wishbone me.

“Yeah! Let’s see that crotch!” he gloated, slowly forcing my left leg to the side.

“Shit!” I sputtered, already feeling the pain. I grabbed my inner thighs. Chad kept widening the split. In desperation, I tried to lift my upper body, but it did me no good. The pain increased as the dude steadily pried me far­ther apart. I slammed my hands to the mat.

“No! No!” I shouted.

Chad ignored me. Knives stabbed into my hamstrings as he stretched them beyond my worst imaginings. I pounded the mat in a frenzy.

“Come on Jake, submit! I know how this feels,” he said, almost sympa­thetically.

I cried out hopelessly, but didn’t give. Despite the agony, my balls started to stiffen, maybe as a reflex action to protect the wide open crotch.

“Have it your way,” said Chad.

He dropped to the mat and set me up for maximum torture. He wrapped both his thighs around my right leg, then grasped my other one at the knee. Using all his strength in his arms, the dude wrenched me into an unprecedented, in­tolerable spread. Unable to scream, I laid there, feeling my groin muscles ripping apart one by one, or at least, seeming to.

“Your nuts are really pumped,” remarked Chad while he tortured me.

He couldn’t take his eyes off my sperm boys. The guy studied every inch of the up-thrusted egg shapes, no doubt pondering how he’d demolish them. My cock jumped as I thought of the possibilities. Chad saw the twitches and grinned.

“Looks like this is gonna be a short fall, buddy!” he said.

The dude moved a hand away from my leg and took aim at my balls. Now that less muscle powered the split, I tried an escape. I suddenly forced my legs to­gether, then up around the guy’s neck. At the same instant, I used the scissors to pull him to the mat on his back. I applied a python-like squeeze that soon made him fight for air. He struggled, but that only robbed him of more breath. I let Chad breathe normally for a few seconds, then unleashed the python on him again. I did it several more times.

I decided to intensify the hold. Propping myself up, I lifted my ass off the mat. The added pressure on the stud’s neck caused him real problems. Yet he had lots of stamina and refused to give. So I repeated the ass lift, pushing up still higher and holding that position. I loved watching him suffer. I also loved seeing my cock stretched out above me, twitching while I squeezed him. I reapplied the lift twice more, weakening my handsome buddy considerably.

“I’m gonna get ya for this,” he gasped, thrashing his arms around as if caught in a sleeper.

“Maybe,” I responded. “But I’m gonna get you first.”

I squeezed again, driving him to the brink of a submission. He grabbed one of my ankles and gave it a vicious twist. I shrieked in pain. My shoulders fell to the mat. Chad kept on twisting until I let him out of the scissors. Then he used my ankle to flip me onto my chest. Without delay, he dropped down on me and locked on a very secure full nelson.

“You’re mine now, dude,” said my buddy, slowly surfing my asscrack with his cock. I tried to out-muscle his arms and break the nelson, but failed. He grunted as large amounts of pre-cum began to flow out of him. I felt the lubri­cated shaft slide effortlessly from one end of my crack to the other.

“Oh yeah,” he said softly.

The stud humped my butt for a long time. He finally stopped to avoid an or­gasm.

“You sure have a hot ass,” said Chad. He checked the nelson, tightening it to keep me from going anywhere. Then he nudged my butthole with his cockhead. “I’ve gotta fuck you, man! I can’t put it off any longer!”

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

I couldn’t stop the guy, but I also didn’t want to. His cockhead pushed inside me easily.

“Good boy,” he said, pausing to savor the moment. “One inch down and seven more to go!”

I felt the long, smooth shaft penetrate my body like a surgical needle.

“Yeah,” grunted Chad, entering me with breathtaking slowness.

At last I had his entire rod. He paused again and licked my left ear.

“Got ya,” he whispered.

“Think so?” I replied.

I squeezed his cock with my sphincter. He groaned as pleasure suddenly gripped him. I squeezed again and again.

“Ah!” he yelled, feeling the pleasure escalate.

“If I make you cum, I get the win, dude!” I reminded him.

I rocked my butt back and forth, further increasing his pleasure.

“Damm!” he gasped.

I continued squeezing his shaft, propelling him toward a climax. He started to pull out of me. But he did it in degrees, knowing that a sudden stimulation would make him cum. He released the nelson and pressed his hands down on my butt to keep it steady during the process. As Chad carefully withdrew his rod, I constricted my ass muscle, squeezing the sensitive cockhead unrelentingly. The stud’s wild outcries revealed the magnitude of his fight against a pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him at any second. He somehow managed to avoid the orgasm, but I don’t know how.

Figuring that I’d quickly launch an attack on his balls or cock (a correct assumption), he immediately got to his feet and backed away from me. I leaped up and reached for his crotch with both hands. The dude captured my wrists authoritatively.

“Nice try,” he said, preventing my eager fingers from getting any closer.

I took a wide stance. “Get ready for another one!”

I leaned into the guy, challenging the strength of his iron-like biceps. They seemed unconquerable. Chad grinned at my attempt. He also relished the fact that he could show them off. Yet little by little, I did make some pro­gress in out-muscling him. Expending considerable energy, I threw my whole body into it. At first the dude enjoyed the thrill of the contest, but my fierce determination began to concern him. I persevered, keeping the enticing goal clearly in mind—my buddy’s thoroughly primed, rock-hard sex tool. I inched my hands closer and closer to it. The worried stud looked down at the now seriously vulnerable shaft.

“I’m gonna grip it, man!” I told him. “And you’re too turned-on to fight back!”

A hint of defeat flashed across Chad’s contorted face. “Fuck!” he cried, watching my fingers come to within an inch of the prize.

I wiggled the fingers threateningly. “They’re gonna take your juice, buddy!”

His cock twitched in response, then began oozing pre-cum. Suddenly Chad put up a surprising resistance. His biceps flexed and strained, preventing me from closing the narrow gap to his upright rod.

“Just one touch, man,” I taunted. “That’s all it’ll take. Look at that fucker beg. I bet I can set it off with only one finger.”

I made a fist, allowing the middle finger to stick out toward his shaft. I beckoned the cock with it. The teasing drove Chad crazy. He grunted in frus­tration, finding it increasingly difficult to keep my finger from moving closer.

“I know where to put this finger, too. Right where you’re cock’s gonna love it the most!”

I pushed the finger forward, gradually overcoming my buddy’s dying resis­tance. He gasped as he felt my fingertip press into one of his major pleasure centers, just below the stiff, ruddy head. I continued pushing until I had the upright rod pinned against Chad’s hard gut.

“Oh yeah,” I said, poking deeper into the stubborn cockflesh. The overheated shaft pulsed feverishly. My buddy’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t speak.

“Give it to me!” I demanded. “Give!”

Without warning, Chad drove a knee upward between my widely separated legs. My balls took a direct hit. The blow paralyzed me momentarily, then I leaned forward, grasping Chad’s body for support. The dude pulled me around and up against the nearby wall. He held me there with his hands while he scanned my reddened nuts.

“I think they like that, man,” he observed.

He kneed them again. I groaned and clenched my teeth. Chad inspected my balls with one of his hands.

“Yeah, they do. Totally.” He rammed them a third time with his kneecap. Then a fourth. Chad paused to give the balls another visual check.

“Nice,” he said. “They’re growin’!”

“Shit! You’re makin’ ‘em swell up!” I cried.

“No—they’re gettin’ sexedup, dude!”

Chad dropped down in front of me. Balancing himself on his right knee, with the other foot planted far to the left, he looked super erotic sitting on the mat in that wide leg-spread position. The guy gazed at my shaft as if he intended to suck it. Instead, he probed my cumhole with a fingernail. The action generated immediate and intense pleasure, which I expressed in several loud grunts. He brought the fingertip to his mouth and lapped up the pre-cum he had collected from my stiff hole.

“Very sexed up!” he said.

Suddenly the dude launched a fist upward from between my legs and nailed my ballsack real good.

“Ah!” I shouted.

The blow sent my head and both palms against the wall, where they stuck like glue.

“Yeah, stay there,” ordered Chad. “Don’t move.”

I couldn’t. In shock and in pain, I became a statue, leaving my crotch open for another attack. “Tough groin,” my buddy mumbled as he stared at my waiting balls. A few seconds later he rammed his knuckles into my ballsack again.

A strange, pleasurable pain exploded in my crotch, one that I’d never exper­ienced before. Chad re­tracted his fist, took a slingshot-like aim at his target once more, and hurled it upward. The blow drove my nuts apart and again detonated the frightening crotch pain. I uttered a low-pitched scream. My buddy paused, then punched again, this time keeping his fist pressed into the balls, crushing them against my crotch. Every muscle in my body tightened. “Shit!” I gasped, seized by a numbing pain that frightened the crap out of me. My rod, however, interpreted the sensation as pure pleasure. It seemed to stretch up­ward while Chad pushed from underneath. Soon a large drop of pre-cum appeared on the head.

“Yes!” whispered the stud.

He continued the pressure. My balls began to feel much different—stronger, harder—as if they wanted to fight back. Chad maintained the ball crusher for an eternity. When he finally lowered the fist, he couldn’t hide a facial ex­pression that said, “This is so fuckin’ fun! I’m gonna be able to juice him this way!”

He got down on both knees, obviously preparing for some heavier action. He held his fist just an inch or two from the bottom of my ballsack, ready to strike.

“Any last requests?” he asked. His fist plowed into my balls harder than before. Then came four or five punches in rapid succession. My jaw fell open as a kind of debilitating pain prickled the insides of my balls. I saw Chad steady his fist to strike again.

“Not another one!” I gasped.

“No,” replied my buddy. “You’re not gettin’ off with just one more!”

“They can’t take it!” I insisted.

“Let’s find out about that!” replied Chad. His eyes roamed over my thigh muscles, and the sex-filled punching bags hanging between them. He gazed at my defenseless balls, then smashed into them with a single, massive blow that took my breath away. His cock jerked, just like it had also taken a hit. Other blows followed, separated by as much recovery time as my buddy wanted to give me.

“No more!” I pleaded, scared that he’d go an assaulting my nuts indefinitely and wreck me for life.

“You ready to give?” asked the steel-shafted stud.

“Yes! Yes!”

Chad grinned in triumph. Now, give me a big victory spread so I can admire your ‘nads!

I stretched my legs to the widest possible stance. Doing it made me horny as hell. Or did my buddy’s long, worshipful crotch stares prompt it? Or maybe his brutal yet erotic brand of ball busting? Suddenly though, I had more to think about: Chad uncorked a truly staggering blow, flattening the nuts against my crotch. As before, he kept his fist in place to drag out the agony. This time, however, he didn’t take his fist away. In fact, the stud put more muscle into it.

“You fucker!” I yelled.

Chad pushed his fist higher and higher, forcing me up on my toes. “Shit!” I cried, gaping at the extraordinarily radical and dangerous po­sition he’d put me in. But the stud had still more in mind. He began to slowly twist his hand back and forth, grinding my balls against the unyielding crotch.

“Yeah!” grunted Chad, totally thrilled by the move. “I’m gonna call this one the ‘killer!’”

As his knuckles mashed and raked my trapped testicles, the pain left no doubt about the maneuver’s killing quality. Yet I also felt an urge to pump like hell—a bestial, rabid urge beyond any control. My groin began to heave in rhythmic, orgiastic jerks. Each one knifed me with an indescribable combina­tion of pain and pleasure. I screamed, but no sound came out, and no cum. Chad grunted in satisfaction. His rod jumped as he watched me try to survive the ferocious spasms provoked by his crotch-embedded fist.

“Ride it, man!” he yelled.

I prayed for an orgasm, for a pleasure strong enough to overpower the pain of Chad’s groin-punishing, ball-punishing knuckles. But it didn’t come.

“Stop!” I pleaded.

The stud grinned menacingly. “Not yet, man. I’m gonna get you good!”

He pushed his fist harder into my nuts and crotch.

“No! I submit!” I cried.

Chad paid no attention.

Reeling in pain and anxiety, I didn’t notice the pre-cum that shot from my cock. But I did see it a few seconds later, slowly running down Chad’s groin-killing biceps. My rigid shaft felt like a cylinder of steel, red hot and thirsty for more juice. Pleasure began to attack it from top to bottom. I braced myself against the wall for the climax. When it came, the orgasm struck with no mercy. My sperm didn’t fly up the rod as usual: it hammered the sex tube as it rose, like ten or twelve of Chad’s best ball punches. Cum skyrocketed upward in long, thick shots.

“Fuck!” said my buddy, amazed at the heavy amounts landing on his arm. As the eruptions began to slow, Chad pulled his fist out of my crotch. But he immediately nailed my nuts with another big punch. Before I could recover, his fist plowed into them again. Gasping in pain, I looked down to see my cock erupt in a second violent orgasm. Chad grabbed my exploding rod and started to jack it roughly.

“Ahhh!” I screamed, doubling over from the agonizing pleasure.

He cock-pulled me down to the mat on my hands and knees. Then he resumed jacking the shaft. He stopped only after I shouted out three more submissions. When he let go at last, I clutched my overworked balls and cock.

“You’re gonna pay,” I warned him.

Grinning in victory, my buddy remained up on his knees. He flexed and kissed the biceps that had punched me dry. I shocked him by retaliating without the time-out period he thought I needed. My open hand flew toward the stud’s unprotected balls and seized them. He tried to pry my fingers off, but I already had the Clamp in place. I jerked the nutsack down sharply to keep him in line.

“O.K., O.K.,” he said, moving his hands away from my attack zone.

I began the payback by tightening the Clamp in sudden, extreme amounts. I gave his balls a tug each time I jacked up the pressure.

“Ah!” exclaimed the stud.

I squeezed his balls as hard as I could. Chad shrieked in pain, but didn’t give. I shifted the Clamp onto his right gonad only, gripping it with all five fingers. The stud yelled as I channeled my strength into the firm testicle. He tapped out on my shoulder with his hand. I disregarded the submission signal and continued to squeeze.

“Come on, man—I give! You’re gonna wreck it!”

“Maybe the other one will be less of a wimp!”

I clamped onto the left gonad with the same intensity. But this time I prolonged the squeeze. Chad’s submission taps and yells became more and more frantic. I loved it. For some reason, “solo work” like this always turns me on, especially if the guy has a good-sized testicle to play with.

My buddy seemed relieved when I finally let go. The relief didn’t last long, though. A few seconds later I re-gripped his ballsack using the Eagle.

“Oh shit!” he gasped.

Chad held me as my fingertips started to push into the back of his nuts. He didn’t dare move. My talons kept closing down around the balls, squeezing them in a way that not only looked hazardous, but felt “on the edge” as well. If not done carefully, the hold could really injure a guy. It always caused some pain; how much depended on the sensitivity of the guy involved. Chad handled it with little trouble. So I took the Eagle all the way for the first time. I put my fingertips together behind the stud’s balls and squeezed full throttle.

Chad dug his fingernails into me as he fought the pain. “Ah!” he whispered. “I can’t....”

“You will take it!” I said.

His upright shaft beckoned me with several big twitches. I couldn’t resist it. I lowered my head and captured half of the rod in my mouth. The sudden pleasure made Chad grunt in approval. He also shot me a big load of pre-cum. I slid my lips up and down his stiff tool a few times, then released it.

“You taste good, man,” I reported.

Instead of sucking him off once more, I focused again on the Eagle. I gave his balls a quick outward pull. The dude winced in pain. Next, I laid on a monstrous squeeze that would have wiped out any other guy. Chad clawed me harder—not to fight back, but to fight the pain.

I slowly dragged my tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. More pre-cum squirted out. I licked it up. Chad went crazy, not knowing if he had landed in heaven or hell. I began a gradual pull on his balls, stretching the sack out further than I’d ever attempted on anyone. Chad gasped, but didn’t object. I took his rod in my mouth again and tongue-massaged the throbbing pleasure-stick. He writhed in ecstasy, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Make me give!” he yelled.

I disengaged my mouth from his tool. Keeping the ballsack stretched to the max, I sank my talons into it with deadly force. Chad gripped me in fear. I dug as far into his nuts as I could. He yelled in torment, but still didn’t submit. Pain meant nothing to this guy, not even potential damage to his balls. So I kept my talons stuck into his maleness like a pitchfork. Despite the risk to Chad, I sure did get off doing it. Applying this ultimate sub­mission hold made my cock jerk like hell. Chad’s also. I wanted to suck it again, but figured that would bring an orgasm. I had plenty of fun just watch­ing the shaft react to the long, motionless assault on his balls. More pre-cum spurted from the head. I knew the Eagle would claim its prey.

Chad’s groans grew louder. I felt a change in his nuts. They started to toughen up. They pushed against my inserted fingers, as if filling with more sperm than they could hold. His shaft changed, too. It stood perfectly still, poised at the peak of excitement.

Chad held me tightly. His breathing quickened. His balls pounded from the unremitting torture.

“Do they hurt bad?” I asked, gloating over my impending victory.

The stud seemed too pained, or too pleasured, to answer right away.

“Yeah,” he replied between breaths. “Real bad.”

“You’re finished, man. Give!”

“Fuck!” cried Chad in anguish, no longer able to escape the effects of the Eagle. “I give! I give!”

The stud’s tool let loose like cannon blasts. As his sizzling cum splattered down onto my cock, I exploded along with him. Pumping and yell­ing like madmen, we emptied our bulging balls all over each other, immersing ourselves in the supreme essence of manhood....

Two nights after that encounter, I gave my buddy the opportunity he’d asked for—to meet my hunky little brother, or rather, to meet my brother’s hunky balls. Jamie probably consented to go along with me to Chad’s place only to see if my glowing description of the guy matched reality. Judging from the way he scanned Chad’s tight ass and muscular build, he no doubt believed the descrip­tion did match. The two hit it off quite well, despite Jamie’s somewhat shy personality and Chad’s much more aggressive nature. Jamie looked great, strutting around in his hot-ass Levi’s, which made an awesome sight from any direction. Chad, of course, directed most of his staring at my brother’s mammoth crotch mounds. Jamie noticed it and seemed to like the attention.

We all agreed to do some wrestling, a friendly three-way, with each man for himself. Chad and I stripped down to jockstraps, and Jamie to a fantastic white thong. It displayed his two giants in super form. I could see Chad salivating as his eyes studied them. We started very playfully, tickling each other in various places, slapping and squeezing butts, rolling around the mat, joking, laughing. After a while, our grappling became pro-fantasy. I jumped onto Jamie and applied a blatant choke hold. He did a convincing reaction of panic. The little stud even lifted his ass high off the mat and gave us a magnificent bridge.

“Yeah, nice!” remarked Chad.

I had my back to him, but I knew he referred to the cock-stirring spectacle of Jamie’s colossal, brashly exhibited ballsack. Chad pulled me down and sank a claw hand into my abdomen. The guy’s stiff rod made an impressive bulge in his jockpouch as he worked over my gut in semi-serious fashion.

He suddenly slam-gripped my nuts. “Yeah! The claw for a MAN!”

Jamie watched him squeeze, not aware that this time Chad had thrown out the pro-fantasy scenario and had put some real power behind the hold. Jamie dis­believed my shouts of actual pain. I grasped the dude’s arm but couldn’t tear his hand from my balls.

“Take it like a man, buddy!” he said, squeezing harder then he usually did: not to arouse but to injure—and he knew how to do that. Did he want to show off in front of my brother, or what? Thankfully, he unhooked the vicious claw from my nuts within a minute and held it aloft triumphantly.

He turned to Jamie and moved the open hand toward my bro’s crotch. “Let’s find out how much of a man YOU are, dude!”

Jamie slickly darted away from him. I got hold of Chad’s left foot and jerked it upward, throwing the guy on his chest. Maintaining the grip, I pulled back on the leg to trap him in a half Boston crab. My other hand found his ballsack and squeezed hard.

“You fucker!” he shouted, not enjoying the payback one bit.

Still in a pro-fantasy mood, Jamie put a headlock on me from behind. He wrenched by body backward, breaking the crab and ball clutch. Chad crawled to safety and watched Jamie tighten his hold. Down on his knees with me alongside him, Jamie made an alluring sight. Chad moved in close, also on his knees, and gazed at my brother’s sexy thong with hungry, ravenous eyes. He slid a hand all around its front, examining every bulge with deliberate, thorough feels. The dude took hold of the thong at the sides and pulled it down just low enough to expose the hard cock and gigantic gonads. The bold move spooked Jamie.

“It’s O.K.,” I said to him. “He’s been wanting to check you out.”

I slipped the thong down to the mat, then beyond his bent knees. Jamie cooperated and spread his thighs wider.

“Yeah, let me see your stuff,” smiled Chad.

First, he inspected my bro’s shaft carefully.

“Nice one, kid,” he said.

The dude started to jack it in slow motion. If Jamie had any remaining apprehension, it melted away as fiery pleasure ignited his whole rod.

“Good boy,” said Chad. “You keep the headlock on Jake, and I’ll keep your cock on fire.”

Jamie pushed his shaft forward, giving it to the stud. Chad grinned slyly. He did a good job on my brother’s pleasure pole. The guy squeezed and pulled and wrestled it until he had Jamie groaning in ecstasy. Although still able to keep me stuck in the headlock, my bro became defenseless against Chad’s cock grappling.

“You’ve got a real winner here, kid,” said the jockstrapped stud. He let go and watched it jerk steadily, begging for more action. “But these are even better.” He fingered Jamie’s massive balls.

“You were right, man,” he said to me. “Awesome nuts. Heavy suckers, too. I bet they’re damn tough.”

Chad proceeded to test that theory. He started with small squeezes and probes, but soon advanced to major ones. Unlike Jamie, I could see everything he did from my close-up, headlocked position. Chad took advantage of the testicles’ whopping size and locked a hand around each one. He applied a powerful, down-pulling squeeze that seemed to last forever.

“Don’t you submit on me, boy,” advised Chad. “You’re doin’ real good.”

I could tell that the maneuver pained Jamie, but he still wanted to impress the stud and so didn’t give up.

“Yeah,” continued Chad, “Grade A hardness, man. Excellent!”

Jamie’s shaft twitched.

“Your cum’s gettin’ restless, kid. You gonna give me a free sample?” As the squeeze went on, pre-cum did begin to ooze from my brother’s cockhead.

“Yeah! Now give me the rest of it!” ordered Chad.

Without warning, he let loose an incredibly vicious squeeze that definitely surpassed the previous one. It even startled me with its severity.

“Ah! I give!” shouted Jamie instantly.

The stud took his time, but at last released the balls.

“Looks like they need more toughening up,” he said.

At that, Chad drove a fist straight into the huge balls with no holding back. The unexpected blow rendered my brother momentarily speechless and para­lyzed. The stud immediately whacked them again. By the time Jamie could utter a scream, Chad had given the bulging ‘nads another big knuckle punch. My brother’s arms went limp. Now free of the headlock but in shock myself, I didn’t move for a few horrifying seconds. Jamie fell forward onto his hands and knees, screaming in a tone of voice that I’d never heard be­fore—a mixture of agony and terror and betrayal. It scared me shitless.

Before I could intervene, Chad got up close to Jamie’s butt and smashed his fist into the balls from behind. The blow looked ruinous, and my brother’s screams confirmed it. Chad didn’t pull back his fist but kept it buried in the ballsack, murdering the nuts with continuous, staggering pressure.

“Jake! Jake!” he cried, unable to move.

I slammed my body into Chad, knocking him down and away from Jamie.

“You’re hurtin’ him to much!” I yelled angrily.

The stud sneered at me, pissed that I had interrupted his ball-wrecking session. He sprang up and plunged a fist into my gut, deeply penetrating it. I collapsed onto the mat, begging for air.

“Now I can finish the job,” said Chad, looking at Jamie.

Still stunned and down on his hands and knees, my brother hadn’t moved. Chad approached him from behind again. He grinned at me sarcastically.

“This one’s for you!” he jeered.

Unable to, stop him, I watched the stud once more launch his fist toward the big targets hanging between Jamie’s legs. A ballstrike from the back always hurts like hell, but I couldn’t believe the devastating power of this blow. A twinge of pain coursed through my own body as I saw Chad’s knuckles connect with my brother’s handsome testicles. Chad then grasped the huge ballsack and squeezed with unimaginable force. Jamie’s screams made my blood run cold.

“Stop!” I yelled, crawling closer.

“Stay back!” warned Chad. “Or I’ll make your brother scream even louder!”

I had to risk it. I leaped forward and knifed the guy in his nuts. Chad’s jockpouch provided no protection whatever from the stinging pain of my strike. The dazed stud grabbed his nuts with both hands.

“You damn bastard! You and I are finished! Finished!” I shouted, smashing my fist into his jaw. Chad fell to the mat and didn’t move. I turned to Jamie, terrified by his continuing shrieks and cries. Tears ran down his face from the pain. He couldn’t get to his feet.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled to myself, not knowing what to do.

“My balls! My balls!” cried Jamie.

“I know, man. Let’s get outa here,” I said, trying to sound calm.

I slipped on his clothes, then my own, and helped him into the car. He didn’t speak to me on the way home. He just sat there, shielding his balls with a hand, and crying. Back in our room, he wouldn’t let me get near him. He stripped, got on the bed and stared at his hurting gonads.

“Let me check ‘em, bro,” I said softly.

“No!” he cried. “This is all your fault. Keep away from me!”

He covered his eyes with both hands and started sobbing again. I joined him on the bed and put my arm around him anyway.

“I’m sorry, man,” I said with a cracking voice. My eyes filled with tears. Jamie seemed so weak and helpless. “I really want to see if you’re O.K. Lay down.”

He obeyed, but wouldn’t let me touch his balls. They did look awfully red, but I saw no serious damage.

“No swelling,” I told him. “But then, you’re balls are so fuckin’ big that who could tell?”

He chuckled a little at the remark. I turned out the light and we crawled under the covers. Jamie took a position on his right side, with his back to me. It took a while, but he finally let me touch him. I patted his left shoulder gently, then slowly smoothed a hand down his side and around the firm, round buns.

“Come on, let’s cuddle, just like we used to do,” I suggested.

Before he could object, I brought my body in close and put an arm around his waist. I rolled to the left, pulling Jamie’s body along with mine. I came to rest mostly on my back, with Jamie lying across the right half of me. I began to slide my left hand around his gut in slow, affectionate circles. Gradually he started to relax.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, bro. That’s a promise.”

“I guess it’s not your fault, Jake,” he admitted. “You didn’t really know what the guy was gonna do.”

I kissed the side of his head. “Can I cradle your balls?”

Jamie waited a long time before answering. “I guess so. But go easy.”

I moved my hand downward and cautiously cupped them in my palm. “They seem in good shape, bro. Guess they’re tougher than we thought.”

I didn’t move my hand. I let the soothing warmth of my fingers flow into Jamie’s big testicles—healing them, reassuring them, loving them.

“That feels good,” he said after several minutes.

“It feels good to me, too, little brother. Mind if I hold ‘em all night?”

“I’d like that,” he said. “But no squeezin’.”

“Whatever you say, bro. I just want ‘em in my hand. Always have.”

Jamie snuggled up against me more tightly. He caressed the fingers that surrounded his balls. He kept doing it until sleep finally overtook him.

I awoke during the night, with my brother’s body still pressed into mine, and my hand still around his two giants. I started to massage them. Jamie awakened and shortly afterward, his dick stiffened to maximum hardness.

“Keep doin’ that,” he whispered.

For as long as you want,” I replied. “How about every night from now on?”

“I’d like that,’ he said.

“Your balls are the only ones I’ve ever really wanted, bro.”

Jamie smiled. “When your hand’s around ‘em, I feel like everything’s O.K.”

“Everything is O.K., isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” replied Jamie.

“Then my hand’s gonna be around your nuts a lot.”

Jamie patted my thigh in approval.

I stopped massaging and held his balls firmly, almost in a squeeze. Jamie grunted as my fingers infused them with the my masculinity.

“That feels great, man,” he whispered.

“Let the pleasure in, bro. Let your balls soak it up.”

Aside from occasional groans of satisfaction, Jamie said nothing for several minutes. I could feel his big gonads drinking in the pleasures created by my firm hold. It really turned me on—maybe as much as it turned my brother on.

“Don’t let go,” he said quietly.

“Never,” I vowed to him.

“You make my balls feel so sexy,” he said. “I think I could cum even if I fell asleep.”

“Maybe we’ll find out,” I said.

Jamie clung to me as he drifted off to sleep, his balls safely enclosed in my warm hand. Like the mammoth testicles, his rod remained fully awake. It began to twitch. As the minutes passed, I watched the shaft take more athletic jumps and leaps. I could feel my stud brother’s giant ‘nads filling with cum, getting hotter and stiffer as I held them. Soon the cock would start to pump out all his sexy, milky maleness. I knew Jamie meant it as a gift for me alone, a reward for being his brother, a private symbol of our bond. I held him close under the blanket and pulled it completely over us.

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