Daniel's Den

In the last few weeks Daniel had seen a guy watching him from a distance—sometimes from inside a store or from across a street. Daniel hadn’t seen him before, but the guy looked hot. He had a handsome face and slender body. In addition, he wore a clingy, white t-shirt, leg-hugging Levis and a black leather jacket. Daniel simply couldn’t get him out of his mind.

Most recently, Daniel noticed the guy staring at him from across a parking lot, standing next to a motorcycle. He acknowledged Daniel with a tentative smile. Since the guy never spoke—maybe out of shyness—Daniel decided that this time he would strike up a conversation with him. He walked over to the youth, trying to keep his gaze on the motorcycle instead of on the guy’s crotch. “You’ve got a hot bike here. How about a ride sometime?”

The unexpected question caught the youth by surprise for a few seconds. “Sure.”

“I have time now if you do.”

For a few moments the guy seemed a little dazed. But then. after an unsettling pause, he said, “O.K.”

Daniel watched the youth straddle the bike before sitting down on its seat. Daniel introduced himself then sat down behind him. The guy responded with “Johnny.”

Johnny started the bike and revved it a few times as Daniel put his arms around the guy’s waist. That sent an awkward thrill through both of them. Johnny headed out of the city and into the countryside. As the bike accelerated, so did Johnny’s excitement. Feeling Daniel’s arms wrapped around him from behind quickly made Johnny’s dick harden. Soon that cock began to poke into the youth’s jeans with determination.

Johnny drove the bike faster. Daniel held Johnny tighter—not because of fear, but because of the pounding within his own fully aroused cock. As they raced down the road, Daniel gradually moved one of his hands lower, not knowing if Johnny could feel that, or approve of it. In any case, the hand ended up in Johnny’s warm, denim-covered crotch and stayed there.

Johnny did feel the hand. In his mind he had always wished that some hot guy would sit behind him on his bike and do what Daniel had done. Johnny increased the bike’s speed once more. The kid’s cock pressed further into his jeans as Daniel’s fingers held it. The fingers took a firmer hold of the rod, as if reacting to an invitation to do so.

Daniel started to do more than just hold the kid’s tool. He began to feel it—gradually calculating its width and length. Johnny yielded to this, in a sense giving in to a kind of gentle male coercion or initiation. Daniel smiled as he realized that he had taken control of the kid in a fundamental way. He speculated that maybe he could do so in the future as well—possibly whenever he wished. He hoped that would happen.

Several minutes later, Daniel’s ten fingers gradually moved to the top of Johnny’s jeans. The kid’s cock pounded in anticipation as Daniel slowly unbuttoned the tight denim. Then he gently tugged on the zipper. Johnny didn’t try to stop him. As the bike speeded down the road, Daniel pulled the zipper lower and lower, until he had the fly fully open. The fingers felt Johnny’s cotton jockstrap. It clung to the long, rigid cock as if trying to show off. Daniel put both hands around the cloth-covered rod. He made no other moves for several minutes: he loved simply holding Johnny’s throbbing manhood.

At one point Johnny turned the bike onto a winding, side road. He had gone that way before by himself. But now, with Daniel’s hands around his stretched-out jockstrap, the deserted road seemed different, more wonderful. As they traveled, Johnny’s cock began to feel better and longer. Daniel had slyly slipped his fingers under the jockstrap. Each of them attached itself to the stiff cock—but that happened so slowly that Johnny didn’t fully realize it.

Daniel started to tease parts of the cock with little rubs and presses. During that teasing he found a specific place on the cock—just below the head—that made Johnny groan. Daniel began to lightly stroke that spot with a fingertip. Yet those short, delicate rubs unleashed an almost intolerable pleasure. The cock began to swell and pulse. Johnny gasped as he felt huge waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm the favorite part of his body.

The kid began to take deeper, faster breaths as the finger slowly pushed his excitement into high gear. Daniel could feel a single hefty spurt of pre-cum moisten the jockstrap’s pouch. Then he felt another one: Johnny’s balls had quickly accumulated a huge amount of sperm that impatiently waited for a big release. But Daniel wanted to find out how long he could keep edging the kid. Constantly denying Johnny’s orgasm became his goal. He managed to do that several times, hearing Johnny’s groans of frustration but also of pleasure.

Johnny desperately wanted to cum. He grew more and more impatient as Daniel toyed with his orgasm. Daniel loved feeling the hot, pulsing cock. He decided that after this encounter, he wanted another one with the youth—in fact, many more of them. He imagined seeing Johnny naked, with his cock fully charged. He imagined restraining him as the youth’s sperm churned in his balls. He imagined watching the sex muscle buck in excitement until it erupted at last. He imagined holding Johnny down and fucking him, long and hard. He would fuck the guy until Johnny liked it and would beg for more.

Johnny began to slow his bike. He turned onto a rarely traveled dirt road and stopped the bike. He breathed hard, unable to resist the incredible pleasures within his cock. For Daniel, the time had come to make the youth submit. He put a final squeeze on the fired up cock. Johnny suddenly pushed himself back against Daniel’s chest as pleasure ignited every muscle in his body. The youth cried out loudly as sperm shot through his rod. Cum started to blast into his jockstrap. The warm liquid quickly accumulated on the long cock, covering all of it. Johnny’s sperm also christened Daniel’s fingers as their unrelenting grip forced the kid into spasms of pleasure and submission he had never experienced before.

Daniel grinned as his grip emptied the kid. Johnny ended up with a thoroughly soaked jock. His rapid breathing resembled that of a wrestler who had barely escaped from a long-held, serous choke hold. He couldn’t speak. But he had never felt such spectacular rushes of pleasure. Daniel didn’t let go of the guy’s cock—even after the blasts of semen stopped. The cock continued to thrust for many minutes, trying to fire cum from empty balls. As time went on, the spasms began to slowly decrease in number, but Daniel still didn’t disengage. Johnny never moved, hoping that more sperm would emerge. Even though that didn’t happen, the cock still felt awesome imprisoned in Daniel’s hands.

“How do you feel, buddy?”

The youth liked Daniel referring to him as a buddy. “Damn! I never felt this good!” said the kid in a gasping whisper.

Daniel smiled. “You ready to drive us back?”

Johnny grinned. “Yeah. But can I see you again.”

“Anytime.”

The two guys exchanged their addresses and phone numbers. Johnny explained that he had recently enrolled at the local college, but that he still lived in the city with his parents.

“I graduated from there last year,” replied Daniel. “Whenever you have any questions about the place, let me know.” He added, “Don’t be afraid to knock on my door.” He paused and then added, “But if you show up, make sure your fly is open.”

That comment brought a snicker from Johnny. Although he wanted to see the kid again, Daniel also knew that often a first sexual encounter between two guys—no matter how enjoyable for both—often did not guarantee a second meeting. Daniel felt the kid relax against his chest, but kept his strong hands Johnny’s stiff, dripping cock.

When Daniel finally pulled his hands out of the jock, he took some time to again feel every inch of the long tool through the wet cloth. To Johnny that seemed like a way of saying goodbye—maybe forever. But to Daniel the sustained touching session brought him countless images of things he planned to do to that cock in the future. He definitely wanted this kid, although he knew achieving that without scaring him away became a big concern. Daniel finally buttoned the jeans, but he left the fly open so the jockstrap would dry in the wind as they rode back to the city.

The next afternoon Johnny knocked on the back door of Daniel’s house. Daniel opened the door and smiled when he saw Johnny standing there with his fly open.

“Hey!” said Daniel, eyeing the youth’s bulged-out jockstrap through the fly. “Good to see you.”

Daniel opened the door. Johnny entered the kitchen and followed Daniel into the living room. Seeing Daniel’s tight, jean-molded ass in front of him made the youth’s dick immediately stiff. Daniel stopped alongside his leather sofa and turned to face Johnny. Without taking time to think about it, the two guys embraced, like two friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. Their lips connected in a kiss that seemed natural to them. And during that endless kiss, their aroused cocks also tried to embrace, pressing into each other despite the barrier of clothes.

Daniel soon ended that barrier. He pulled off Johnny’s t-shirt, opened the kid’s jeans and slid them down. He did the same with his own shirt and jeans. Daniel stared at his friend’s white, low-slung brief—something he couldn’t do while sitting behind him on the motorcycle. The brief’s high leg openings gave it the appearance of a jockstrap and fit the huge cock as if custom-made. At the bottom Daniel let his eyes survey the two enormous bulges in the pouch, which could barely contain them. The thin, stretchy fabric let Daniel know exactly what it held underneath. For him the brief seemed almost transparent. And for Daniel that characteristic fulfilled the main goal of male underwear: to reveal rather than conceal. Then he sat on the sofa, gently pulling the kid down with him. He positioned Johnny’s body across his thighs, giving Daniel an easy access to the front of the brief.

He gave it a closer stare. The low-cut brief exposed the top of Johnny’s dark pubic hair. But just below that, the kid’s long, thick muscle filled out the rest of the brief. He watched the tightly wrapped muscle twitch inside the jock several times, as if trying to break out of its confinement to show itself to Daniel. After a minute a large spot of moisture dampened the top of the stretched-out brief. Daniel grinned. He liked watching the cock struggle for his attention.

After a moment he decided the time had come to give the cock what it wanted. Daniel grasped the brief’s waistband, slowly uncovered the cock and ball sack, and eased the fabric across the kid’s thighs. Johnny gasped as Daniel at last removed the brief, leaving the kid lying naked across his legs. The now exposed cock and balls made Daniel gape. The cock jumped, as though thanking Daniel for its freedom, while the massive balls stood out on either side of the cock, looking ready for whatever happened next.

Daniel put one hand loosely around the wide cock. He instantly felt the tool’s great warmth through his fingers. He tightened the fingers into a friendly but firm grip. The hard cock immediately stiffened further as well.

Johnny groaned and put a hand on Daniel’s arm. “Don’t let go.” he whispered.

Daniel didn’t intend to do that. He tightened his grip. Daniel immediately thought of a wrestler putting a submission hold on an opponent—like a painful arm bar or a constricting bear hug. Only in this case, he imagined his grip on Johnny’s cock as a similar kind of submission hold. He squeezed into the stiff rod with more power, making the kid cry out. Daniel had seen naked wrestlers on certain porn sites do the same thing, but here it became real. Daniel grinned as Johnny writhed from the strength of the squeeze. The kid started to raise himself, but Daniel used his other hand to press down on Johnny’s chest to push him down again.

Daniel intensified the hold by gradually lifting the cock to see how far he could take it. The cock resisted that, making Daniel use more and more muscle to gain every inch. After several scary moments for Johnny, Daniel finally held the rod steady, keeping it pointed more toward the kid’s feet than the ceiling. Daniel could feel it pulsing wildly inside his hand. Johnny moaned in fear, hoping Daniel would quickly jack him off and finish the job. But Daniel only continued his extreme pressure on the cock.

Johnny’s mouth suddenly opened and stayed fully open. Unable to speak, his frantic cries begged for pleasure to overtake his cock and bring an end to the frightening grip. But Daniel lived for a moment like this. He would keep the kid on edge for as long as possible. Maybe he could make the cock submit in the way Daniel thought every wrestler or fighter should submit—by forcing his opponent’s cock to relinquish its sperm. That way the loser would not have the energy to continue. Such a victory for Daniel meant leaving his opponent lying motionless, totally drained and unable to get up.

Daniel wanted that total victory. He kept Johnny’s heat-radiating cock throttled inside his fist for several more minutes. The unrelenting squeeze made the kid whimper and plead. Daniel felt the straining pleasure muscle pound with increasing strength. At the same time, his ball sack looked stiffer, as if bulging with sperm.

Daniel’s own cock twitched in excitement as his fingers felt the kid’s cock repeatedly attempt to break out of the steel-like grip. It always failed, but the efforts drove Johnny’s pleasure higher. Daniel finally saw Johnny begin to widen his outstretched legs, opening the kid’s crotch and signaling an approaching orgasm. As the leg-split widened, Johnny’s cries grew in volume.

When the kid’s sperm began bursting out, Daniel had never seen such long power streams. They became so powerful and numerous that Daniel’s plan to count them didn’t take place. The kid’s loud, sexy cries echoed inside Daniel’s head, adding to the fury of the explosions.

Afterward Johnny’s diaphragm heaved as though the kid had completed a three-mile sprint. Daniel patted his chest to calm him down and to congratulate him. The fingers picked up gobs of cum that had squirted all over the kid’s abs and pecs. Daniel made sure it coated his middle finger, then carefully massaged Johnny’s butt hole with it. The kid uttered a loud moan.

“Ever been fucked before?” asked Daniel. Johnny responded with a negative head shake.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

The kid did worry. Daniel hooked his arms behind Johnny’s knees and slowly lifted the legs over the kid and into a pinning position. Johnny couldn’t move much even, if he had wanted to get away—which he didn’t. At first Daniel teased the hole’s rim with his cockhead. When he finally began to push it inside, Daniel’s long rod entered the hole so slowly that the kid barely felt the cock entering him. Getting the whole cock inside Johnny took longer than one minute. The kid groaned quietly as he gradually began to accept the cock’s entire presence within him.

Daniel leaned forward and gave Johnny a sustained kiss. During it he pushed his tongue into the mouth and showed the kid how to tongue-wrestle. Following the kiss he slowly pulled his cock nearly out of the ass then back in again, just as slowly. He did that several times so Johnny would get used to the feeling. But the movement of Daniel’s rod produced a new kind of pleasure for him—a straining pleasure he had not felt before. The fucking started to pick up more speed—although at a pace that Johnny still didn’t notice. But after another minute, he saw Daniel’s face register increasing degrees of stress and pleasure as he drilled the ass with faster power-plunges. The kid heard and felt Daniel’s balls slapping against his ass as he fucked. Daniel‘s breathing and thrusting continued to increase both in speed and intensity. To Johnny, Daniel began to look like an athlete engaged in a grueling sporting event. The kid wondered how long the guy could maintain this kind of furious fucking.

Yet even though the ass-pounding went on and on, Daniel’s stamina didn’t appear to lessen. The guy’s bulging biceps and thighs occasionally flexed, flaunting their power and endurance. Every muscle in Daniel’s body seemed committed to constantly driving his cock forward.

The kid seemed hypnotized by the rapid in-and-out movement of Daniel’s cock. Yet in time Johnny saw Daniel’s face transform into a look of blissful satisfaction. A few seconds later, Daniel slowed his fucking considerably. Then he stopped it, as though struck by a sudden urge. Keeping his cock inside the ass, Daniel dropped his head alongside the kid’s face. Johnny could feel the guy’s rapid breathing as well as the cock’s strong pulsing inside him. The kid expected the cock to erupt but Daniel didn’t yet give it his permission. He held back the sperm, waiting for his urge to subside.

Johnny groaned, craving the feel of Daniel’s long, hard rod, whether it moved or not. After a long pause, the ass-work resumed—beginning at a slow pace, like before. But soon the fucking accelerated and Daniel went back to ramming his new boyfriend at a dizzying speed. Always thinking of how he could apply more pressure, Daniel began to slowly spread Johnny’s legs apart. The kid shouted in distress as Daniel kept widening the split. That brought a snarling grin to Daniel’s face—he loved making a guy feel both pain and pleasure at the same time, and doing it to Johnny especially exhilarated him.

But the turn-on went farther than Daniel expected. His balls held a solid mass of sperm, raring to shoot up the reddening rod. While the kid roared from the pain attacking his crotch, Daniel could no longer hold back the power in his balls. He uttered his own roar as the ultimate in male pleasure shot up his cock. Simultaneously he plunged the cock as far into Johnny as he could. The kid cried out as he felt Daniel’s hot juice shooting wildly into his body. It seemed to reach every part of him. He couldn’t move, allowing Daniel’s orgasm to not only conquer his muscles, but his mind as well.

That orgasm never seemed to end. When the sperm finally ceased, Daniel continued to thrust. Nevertheless, both guys kept shouting in pleasure until they ran out of breath. Daniel collapsed on top of his defeated buddy. Johnny put both arms around Daniel, not allowing him to move. Daniel and Johnny stayed locked onto each other for many minutes. They both finally fell asleep with Daniel still covering the kid.

Johnny’s next awareness found him in the bathroom’s shower stall with Daniel. Had Daniel carried him there? Hot water and luscious soap gushed over the guys. The kid gathered generous amounts of bubbling soap in his hands and used it to caress Daniel’s body—back, butt, chest, arms, armpits and abs. The massaging quickly made Daniel’s tool stand tall once more. Johnny couldn’t resist soaping the rod and watching it twitch. The twitching increased when the kid soaped and examined each of Daniel’s balls. As the water flowed down the guy’s fantastic physique, Johnny sank to his knees in front of his idol. The kid’s tongue gave the long cock one slow, upward lick. Daniel reacted with a loud groan. Johnny had to have more. He gripped Daniel’s sides with both hands to hold the guy steady.

Daniel’s head fell back in pleasure as the kid captured the top half of the rod in his mouth. The tongue eagerly explored as much of the wide tool as possible. Its searching yielded results. The muscle flexed whenever the tongue touched particular places along its surface. Johnny remembered each of those places and focused on them. The resulting sensations quickly stiffened Daniel’s body and rendered him defenseless. When other guys had sucked him off, they always moved their mouths up and down the length of the rod as they did it. But the kid didn’t move his head. He got a tremendous thrill out of stroking and massaging the long meat with his tongue, using it to sense the degree of pleasure he could bring to Daniel.

Johnny became very good at it. He knew when to hold back his tongue when Daniel’s pleasure started to peak. Sometimes he could bring a short stream of sperm out of the cock without triggering an orgasm. The kid liked to swallow the stud’s juice, even a few drops of it. The fluid tasted somewhat sweet to him. Daniel groaned every time that happened, as if he knew what his cock had done. Daniel put his hands on Johnny’s shoulder, acknowledging the awesome sensations he felt. His balls bulged with fresh sperm, anticipating a full release.

The kid suspected that he couldn’t hold back Daniel’s sperm forever, but he genuinely tried to contain it as long as he could.

Daniel finally moved his hands to Johnny’s head, firmly holding it in place so the kid couldn’t pull away at the last second. Daniel spread his legs apart, preparing himself for the awesome onslaught of pleasure. Seconds later, the cock couldn’t take any more. It swelled and yielded, firing blasts of sperm directly down Johnny’s throat.

The power of those spurts surprised the kid. It took a long time to empty Daniel’s balls. The kid’s mouth filled with cum several times. Johnny gulped it down without hesitating. Yet the kid never gagged as Daniel thought he might. In truth, the flavor of the stud’s sperm attracted Johnny way too much to waste even one drop of it.

The two stayed in the shower long afterward, letting the comforting water cascade over both of them. Daniel pulled Johnny up to his feet and embraced him.

“I don’t ever want to leave you,” whispered the kid.

“I know,” replied Daniel. “I’ve been thinking of all the things I want to do with you—and to you.”

The kid’s yearning eyes looked at him, asking him what he wanted most of all.

“I want a slave-boy. Is it you?”

“What would I have to do?”

Daniel gave him a clear answer. “Do anything I ask. Anywhere.”

The kid nodded his acceptance, although he still had questions about his role in such a scenario.

“Don’t worry,” smiled Daniel. “You became my slave when you arrived here with your fly open for me, like I ordered.”

Johnny seemed relieved and hugged Daniel immediately.

“But first we have to decide on a name for you. Johnny doesn’t say very much.” Daniel thought for a moment. “I’ve always thought of Cory as a sexy name.”

“I can be your Cory, sir.” said the kid.

“Then Cory it is. Cory—a slaveboy who will always submit to me.

For us, the letters C-O-R-Y stand for Courageous, Obeys, Romantic, Youthful spirit.”

Cory grinned. But doubt still made him wonder about the kind of things Daniel might do to make him submit. Nevertheless, the two guys hugged each other again, pressing their chests and cocks together as the hot water flowed down over their bodies.

When Daniel turned off the water, he toweled Cory and himself dry. Then he took Cory into a dark room that contained a large, padded mat and workout equipment. “Our play room,” Daniel whispered into Cory’s ear.

After a moment Daniel gently pulled Cory down onto the mat. They rolled around on it for a while, like two wrestlers desperately in love. Daniel kept holding the kid from behind in a kind of loose, reverse bear hug. Then the rolling came to a stop. Cory felt extremely relaxed on the soft, generously padded mat. Soon he became drowsy and fell asleep—with Daniel’s arms still around him.

The kid started to dream. In that dream, Daniel and Cory playfully wrestled. As they tussled, the wrestling became slower. Daniel’s arm and leg muscles seem to tighten. Every hold on the kid became longer. When Daniel’s arms and legs wrapped themselves around Cory, the kid had conflicting reactions—both admiration and alarm. He couldn’t resist looking at and feeling those muscles. He wanted to possess them, to work and train until his own muscles matched Daniel’s.

But Daniel’s muscles also caused him alarm. Cory knew that when those muscles locked onto him, he became their victim. They gave him no way to escape. Daniel could do whatever he had in mind, and those possibilities terrified Cory.

During the kid’s dream, Daniel seemed to try out every wrestling hold that his imagination could produce. Cory felt Daniel’s muscles pressing into his body, twisting it, and demanding that his arms and legs take unnatural and painful positions. That pain eventually caused the kid to awaken. And when he did, Cory found himself trapped in one of Daniel’s inescapable holds. He wondered if parts of his dream, or maybe all of it, had never happened. The room, like the dream, existed mostly in darkness, so he couldn’t exactly determine where his dream ended and reality began.

But now Daniel’s hold demanded his total attention. The guy had his legs locked around Cory’s waist in a brutal scissors hold, and one of Cory’s arms secured behind his neck in a half nelson. The kid began to feel the fingers of Daniel’s free hand playing with the hairs of his now easily accessible armpit. At first it mildly tickled Cory. However, when those fingers even lightly touched the ultra-sensitive armpit, the kid used all his strength to try to free himself from the torturous tickling. But he didn’t succeed. He writhed, gasped and yelled out in uncontrollable laughter, unable to lessen the tickling or escape from it. Daniel smiled. He held Cory tighter as he continued the torture. The kid quickly exhausted himself simply trying to gulp enough air to breathe.

When Daniel halted his attack, Cory thankfully relaxed and caught his breath. However, Daniel didn’t give the kid much of a break. He dug his fingers deeply into the soft armpit flesh and squeezed. The stabbing pain made Cory scream so forcefully that he nearly passed out.

Daniel then realized why pro-wrestlers can’t legally use armpit claws on each other. Yet, Daniel wanted to use any hold that would give him a victory. In that way his thinking paralleled the behavior of a typical street fighter—test your opponent’s body to find the weakest place and then focus only on that part of the body.

The armpit claw went on for less than one minute, but the kid felt its impact for much longer than that. It left him sort of paralyzed on his back for a while, groaning in pain. During that time, Daniel trapped Cody in a crucifix hold. Using his super-muscular legs to keep the kid’s arms restrained, Daniel pulled his victim closer. Now he had both hands available for additional work.

He put a hand on Cory’s gut and patted it in a non-threatening way. At the same time he watched the kid’s cock jump in response. During their motorcycle ride, Daniel had focused on that cock, finding out what it could do. Now however, he turned his attention to Cory’s balls. Daniel at first disbelieved that testicles could reach a size that large. In fact, their immense circumference made holding both in a hand pretty much impossible. He tried to do that several times without succeeding.

When he examined one of them with his fingers, he found it amazingly stiff. Daniel’s hand didn’t put a lot of pressure on the testicle, but the presence of that hand on it became a new threat for the kid. He gasped as Daniel’s fingers tried out some innocent ball squeezes.

“Damn big nuts!” voiced Daniel. “Just what I like!”

Daniel couldn’t seem to let go of them. He had long fantasized about getting a solid grab on a guy’s balls and not letting go. He wished that pro-wrestlers would do that too—especially as a match-ending maneuver. After all, guys have never banned ball-squeezing it in their private matches. They did ball-gripping in all kinds of ways—standing behind a victim and plunging a hand into his crotch, going after a guy’s sack from the side, from the front, or adding it to one or more other holds that already had his opponent immobilized. Depending on which wrestler used it, a ball grab did not always produce the catastrophe it suggests. Daniel could not understand why far more dangerous holds like the pile-driver or camel clutch still get approved in pro- wrestling matches.

A low-pitched scream from Cory interrupted Daniel’s thoughts. He had started to squeeze the testicle harder, at first unconsciously. Yet even though the squeeze continued, the kid didn’t submit—a fact that endeared him to Daniel forever. Even squeezing with more strength, and doing the same to the other big ball, didn’t bring a submission. Daniel released the crucifix. He hugged and kissed Cory while still squeezing into the kid’s maleness. Rather than give up, the groaning kid kissed Daniel in return.

“These are mine from now on,” whispered Daniel. “Any time, any place.”

“Yes, take ‘em.”

In a sense, it delighted Cory that Daniel had taken such an interest in his balls. He couldn’t imagine anything better than having Daniel embrace his body at the same time as the hand embraced his balls. Yet one question still remained.

“Does that mean,” asked Cory, “that you and I will stay together?”

“It sure does. You’re mine—mind, body and balls!” He added something else. “That is, if you call me ‘Sir’ and always obey me. Do that and we’ll get along fine!”

“Yes, sir. I promise, sir.” Then he paused to ask a question. “What would you do if I ever disobeyed?”

“I’d punish you.” Daniel demonstrated by immediately putting a nasty squeeze on one testicle. “Testicles for torture, rod for reward. That is, most of the time!”

The ball pressure did make Cory cringe. But then he kissed Daniel again. “I understand, sir.”

Daniel smiled as he tried once more to hold both testicles in his hand. But even his widely spread fingers failed to fully encompass the kid’s huge set of balls. Daniel soon turned his attention to one testicle and began “wrestling” it from time to time. Usually the fingers squeezed or twisted the testicle with a fairly light amount of pressure. But whenever Daniel squeezed harder, he could make the kid submit right away. He did that several times. Then he went after the other testicle in the same way. After several minutes of this, Cory’s objections gradually lessened.

Daniel complimented him. “Good boy, good boy.” Daniel found several chains near the mat and secured their Velcro ends around the kid’s wrists and ankles. Once attached, the chains offered very little movement of Cory’s arms and legs.

Daniel picked up an electronic device, turned it on and turned its narrow end toward the kid’s chest. Never having seen such a device, fear gripped the kid. Its humming sound and its glowing red tip really got him scared. Daniel placed a comforting hand on Cory’s abs, and doing that made the kid feel a little better. But when the device’s red tip came close to his left nipple, it sent a narrow surge of voltage down onto it for a couple of seconds. Cory’s body jerked from its biting sensation.

Next, Daniel let the surge strike the nipple for many seconds longer. The kid bucked, trying to handle it. Daniel grinned and treated the other nipple with several prolonged jolts. He liked using the device because no guy could ever completely tolerate what it did to him. Every jolt sent a shutter through the body that even a very muscular guy could not avoid, no matter how much he tried.

After that, Daniel sent some jolts into Cory’s naval. Those made the kid’s body buck and twist in fruitless attempts to escape. Daniel pulled the electric wand back, but then zapped the naval again. He repeated this several more times before giving the kid a chance to catch his breath. But more electro work followed. Daniel spent some time on the kid’s cock, shocking its long surface in different places. He loved hearing Cory’s frantic cries whenever the jolts struck his cock’s bulbous head. And yet, the terror-stricken kid still refused to submit. So Daniel held the kid’s rod steady with one hand and aimed the end of the device directly above the piss hole with his other hand. He then unleashed the device’s orange-colored sliver of electricity. Daniel directed the wiry, snake-like surge down into the hole. Every muscle in Cory’s body suddenly tightened. The kid screamed as the narrow surge invaded his entire rod. It didn’t stop there. The surge reached into his sack and instantly conquered the two immense balls, as Daniel could tell from hearing Cory’s low-pitched howls. The kid couldn’t move.

When he moved his device away from the cock, Daniel began to tease the kid’s inner thighs with short, stinging zaps. As he did, Daniel slowly moved the wand’s tip toward Cory’s crotch and the mammoth ball sack. Fearing the worst, the kid tried again, without success, to break the chains holding his arms and legs. A moment later he felt raucous jolts going into one of his testicles. Many others followed. Because the balls had super-wide surfaces, Daniel always picked a new spot on which to unleash his attacks. That unnerved Cory. Each zap made him shout out increasingly scary yells.

But when Daniel sent some jolts between the balls, he noticed a change. Each time he did it, the kid’s rod quickly bolted up. Daniel put the device aside and felt between the balls with a finger. As he pushed up into the sack, its skin tightened around each testicle even further, a sight that captivated Daniel. The finger finally came up against the ultra-stiff bottom of the swollen rod. Any contact with it made Cory gasp and his cock jump in excitement. Daniel had found a sweet spot he hadn’t known about before—the tool’s bedrock of pleasure, at least for Cory.

Daniel checked and re-checked the super-sensitive area with some feather-light touches of his finger. Then a few seconds later he rammed the end of that finger into it. Cory’s body instantly locked down. Out of the kid’s mouth came such a deep, orgasmic scream that it never left Daniel’s mind, even long afterward. At the same instant, the pleasure-saturated rod exploded in long streams of cum—too many to count. Each outburst brought the kid a new extreme of pleasure. Each shot of semen also left him weaker than the one before it. When the squirts finally ended, Cory’s chest heaved, taking in as much air as possible.

Daniel placed a reassuring hand on the kid’s heaving gut. Cory looked up at him in awe but also in fear. “What did you do to me that time?”

Daniel unfastened the wrist and ankle restraints. He stretched out alongside the panting, exasperated kid. “I found what I was looking for.” He placed a fingertip in the center of Cory’s ball sack and lightly against the hard, pulsing bottom of his cock. “Right here.”

Despite the sensitive touch, Daniel’s finger nevertheless brought a stabbing pleasure to Cory again. “No!” yelled the kid. “Don’t get me again so soon!”

Daniel kept his weak pressure on the spot. “You afraid?”

“Yeah! I don’t know what another one like that would do to me!”

“You gonna disobey me?

“I guess. Just give me more time!”

“You’re defying me, boy.” He looked into Cory’s face. “I’ll give you more time, but I’ll also have to give you a payback for disobeying me, one that you’ll never forget. That’ll happen tomorrow.”

Cory had a disturbed sleep, always wondering what Daniel would do to him tomorrow. Maybe, he thought, Daniel would wrestle him and twist him into some torturous hold and keep him there until the kid screamed out promises never to defy Daniel again. Or maybe he’d use the electric wand on his cock so many times that he’d fold under the pain of it.

In the morning Daniel only said, “This afternoon we’re gonna take a short trip. Wear your summer shorts. It’s gonna get hot today.”

A short time later they jumped into Daniel’s battered pickup. Daniel made several turns en route to a location on the outskirts of the city. After parking the truck, they walked to a bridge over a narrow, gurgling river. Daniel stopped on the bridge and told Cory to face the bridge’s railing and hold onto it with both hands. As the kid did that, he wondered if Daniel would toss him into the river. That didn’t happen. Instead, Daniel stood behind him, put his arms around the guy and embraced him. Cory thought back to their sexy motorcycle ride. He seemed confused. How could this result in punishment?

Daniel slowly slid both hands under the front of the kid’s shorts, then under the waistband of his brief. The hands continued to slide down inside the brief, finally reaching its pouch. Cory gasped as the fingers of each hand captured a testicle and didn’t let go.

“Shit—not here in public!” said the kid urgently.

“You’re ordering me again?”

Alarmed, Cory looked to the left and right, checking to see if anybody nearby had noticed them on the bridge.

“You nervous?” asked Daniel.

“Yes! What if somebody sees us?”

“Then they’ll see my hands inside your shorts,” Daniel replied in a dispassionate voice.

The kid again looked down the road. He saw a distant male figure walking slowly toward them. “Take your hands away before he sees us.”

“I think he already has, buddy.”

As the figure came steadily closer, Daniel guessed his age at about sixteen or seventeen. The figure had begun to watch Daniel and Cory with interest. When he reached the bridge several minutes later, the youth cautiously walked up to the two. He looked at Daniel quizzically, half-grinning at the sight in front of him.

Daniel addressed the youth in a friendly way. “Hey!”

Cory said nothing, daring not to speak.

The youth looked more closely at Daniel’s hands, buried in Cory’s shorts. “What’s going on?”

“I got my buddy’s big balls.” He waited a moment before continuing. “This is his payback. He needs to learn more respect!”

At that moment a car drove across the bridge. It slowed down, as if the driver took special notice of the three guys on the bridge. Anxiety rattled Cory. Fortunately the car kept going and Cory sighed in relief.

The youth kept glancing down at Daniel’s arms. His face became more serious. “You really got his balls?”

“Yeah. Cory, lower your shorts so he see your brief. That’s an order!”

Cory took his hands off the bridge rail and nervously pulled his shorts down, almost to his knees. The youth grinned as he watched Cory obeying Daniel’s outrageous demand. But when he saw the giant hand and ball bulges inside Cory’s brief, the youth gawked without reservation. The thin, stretchy brief left little to wonder about. Cory took hold of the bridge rail once more and hung his head in embarrassment. But the youth had a much different reaction. He had never seen anything like this before in public and couldn’t staring at Cory’s situation.

The youth hesitated, but finally asked Cory a question. “Do they hurt?”

Cory replied softly. “They feel O.K. if he doesn’t squeeze ‘em.”

Daniel smiled a little. “Sometimes I do that if he gets out of line.” But he added, “Today I’m gonna teach him to behave. He’s gonna cum a few times.”

“Here? You’re gonna make him cum on the bridge?” the youth asked, his bewildered teen voice slightly cracking in astonishment.

“Yeah. He’ll thank me for this later,” said Daniel in a reassuring tone. Before the youth walked away, Daniel took a long look at his silvery basketball shorts. A large cock now poked boldly into the thin fabric. Daniel looked at it and grinned. He didn’t need to say a word. The youth didn’t speak either—his tall erection spoke for him.

Another car crossed the bridge and honked twice at the guys. The youth looked at the driver but didn’t recognize him.

Then he gazed at Cory sympathetically. “Good luck,” he said, as if wanting to help him in some way. But Daniel’s strong muscles looked far too intimidating to the youth to risk intervening. He slowly turned and began to walk across the other half of the bridge. He kept walking down the road, but with every step came an increased desire to turn around and look back at Daniel and Cory.

The youth took many more steps before he caved in to that temptation. He stopped and turned around. A smile briefly darted across his face as he saw the two guys still on the bridge, and Cory still waiting for Daniel to get his revenge. The youth looked down at the big cock-bulge in his shorts. He inspected it with a hand while he peered at Daniel and Cory.

At that moment, Cory uttered a short, loud cry. The youth heard it and understood what had happened. He held his cock tighter as he watched Cory writhing and groaning in the distance. He imagined Cory blasting cum into his thin brief and drops of it falling down onto the bridge. The youth kept staring at Daniel and Cory, unable to turn away. It seemed like the two had started a conversation, with Daniel still clutching Cory from behind. He wondered what they talked about. He finally turned around and resumed his walk.

A minute or so later, he heard Cory cry out again. The youth turned, still holding his cock. He saw Cory nodding his head enthusiastically, as though agreeing with something Daniel said to him. But Daniel still had his arms firmly around Cory. After a few moments he saw Daniel at last release his stunned buddy, who quickly pulled up his shorts. Daniel spotted the youth in the distance and waved to him. The youth waved back and smiled.

Cory turned his head toward the distant youth. “What do you think about that guy, sir?” Cory asked Daniel.

“I think he’s gonna remember us when he jacks off tonight.” He chuckled. “We gave him quite a show.”

“He’s a good looking guy,” remarked Cory. “Do you wanna make him cum, sir?”

Daniel faced Cory and pulled him close. “I would if I didn’t have you.” He kissed Cory. “When we get home you’re gonna want to stretch out on our wrestling mat and fall asleep.”

“But I may not be tired enough to sleep,” replied Cory.

“You will after I hold you down and make you cum a few more times!”

(end)