Down and Dirty

The two naked young wrestlers walked in a circle, slowly stalking each other in the secluded, woodland clearing. Their buddies sat nearby, silent, sensing a rage between the two that made the lazy summer air bristle with excitement. They knew this would amount to more than an ordinary wrestling match: they expected to witness a torture session.

The combatants freely exhibited their only weapons—tree trunk biceps and long, stiff cocks that flexed frequently as they planned their attack. Between their legs, once tender ballskin started to tighten and thicken, trying to form a kind of armor around what both guys wanted to protect above all else—their masculinity.

Lance delayed no longer. He turned toward Marco, gripped the guy’s throat with his powerful right hand and pressed the fingers into the windpipe. Suddenly Marco couldn’t breathe. He grabbed the hand and tried to pull it away. He found that much of his strength had already left him. His eyes opened wide in terror.

“Choke him out!” yelled one of Lance’s buddies.

“Yeah, finish him quick so you and I can fuck!” said another.

Lance pulled Marco down onto his knees easily with the throat claw. Then he pushed the stud backward. His buddies yelled encouragement as he gradually forced Marco’s shoulders closer and closer to the ground. In a few seconds, he had the guy pinned.

“Squeeze him til he turns blue!” said Eric, Lance’s lover.

Sitting beside Marco’s head, Lance applied more pressure to the windpipe. Unable to speak, or even to gasp, the victim raised his arms in desperation, pleading with Lance to stop. Something else raised itself—Marco’s cock. It jerked upward excitedly, as if trying to reach the life-threatening hand above.

“Good lord, man, you’re turnin’ him on!” chuckled Dave.

Lance kept the windpipe throttled until Marco’s face did indeed begin to turn blue. When he at last released the hold, Marco immediately grasped his own throat and involuntarily started gulping as much air as he could. Lance sat back and looked on with pleasure while the stud coughed and struggled to breathe. Marco rolled onto his side, putting his back to Lance—an understandable action, but one that proved unfortunate for him.

Lance clamped his strong, upper thighs around the guy’s neck from behind. Next, he grabbed Marco’s wrists and wrenched them into a tight double hammerlock. With the stud now effectively immobilized on his left side, Lance got comfortable behind him, lying on his right side. Marco struggled to break free, but Lance stopped him cold by scissoring the neck with a long and brutal squeeze that choked the air out of him once again.

The wrestler put his right hand in charge of maintaining the double hammerlock and reached around to Marco’s chest and pulled a handful of hair with his left.

“Ah!” shrieked Marco in pain.

“Don’t ya like that?” said Lance.

“No, you bastard!”

“I know something you’ll like.” The wrestler moved his hand down and took hold of the Italian’s long rod.

Marco struggled violently to free himself once more. However, another big scissors choke convinced him to lie still.

“That’s better,” said Lance. He let go of the cock, spit into his hand and re-gripped the tool. He started to jack it slowly. The muscle didn’t need any coaxing. It quickly stiffened as pleasure flooded its entire length.

“Damn you!” shouted Marco.

Lance felt the cock pulse harder and faster. As his former lover he knew how good this manhandling felt to Marco, and what it would lead to. But those fun times had long since passed. The affection between the two, even the friendship, had vanished. Revenge and pain had become Lance’s new objective for Marco, not love. He would attack what the horny Italian valued the most but now had the least ability to protect—his cum.

“Yeah, make him shoot! Take his energy!” yelled Eric.

“No!” protested Marco.

“Yes!” shouted Lance. He interrupted the jacking to give the cock an incredibly hard bear hug.

“Ah!” cried Marco.

The crushing hold hurt like hell, but it also had a siphoning effect on the Italian’s semen.

The hunky spectators, wearing a mixture of briefs and jockstraps, moved in closer. “Keep squeezin’ it!” urged one of them.

The stud winced in pain as Lance did so. The sustained, agonizing pressure eventually brought results. Sperm began to ooze from Marco’s cockhead. Lance couldn’t see the flow, but his buddies gave him a drop-by-drop description of its movement.

When the semen reached his bear-hugging fingers, Lance at last broke the hold. Marco gasped in relief, but he knew his position remained unchanged—hopeless. The wrestler immediately continued jacking the ruddy, inflamed phallus, rewarding it with massive amounts of pleasure.

“Shit!” said Marco, hating his helplessness, and hating the obvious control that Lance had over his juice.

The sperm coated rod made the jackoff highly effective. Marco grunted and writhed and separated his legs involuntarily as he felt the pleasure build. Presently a single load of sperm shot from the cockhead.

“You’ve got him, man,” reported Dave. “He’s ready.”

Lance grinned sarcastically. “Who do you want to give it to, pal?” he asked Marco.

“How about to Eric, my new boyfriend.”

“No!” roared Marco. “Not to that bastard!”

“Want some?” Lance asked Eric.

“Sure do.” He got down on his stomach and brought his face close to the anxious rod.

Todd, Marco’s lover, instantly lunged at Eric to pull him back. But three of Lance’s buddies grabbed him and kept the furious hunk restrained.

“Get out of it! Get away from him!” Todd begged Marco.

Marco kicked his legs violently and repeatedly to weaken the head scissors and hammerlocks. It didn’t work. The mushrooming pleasure soon sapped his remaining strength, and he had to give up the effort.

Lance stopped jacking and slowly bent the big rod backward to give Eric optimum access to the head. “Open wide, buddy!”

Todd watched in dismay as Eric held his mouth open just an inch or two from the cum hole, poised to catch every squirt. Eric tapped Lance’s arm to announce his readiness.

The wrestler secured his fingers around the throbbing tool. “Now you’re gonna feed my boy!” he instructed his victim.

“No! No!” shouted Marco.

Lance suddenly assaulted the rod with another bear hug, this one more ferocious than the last. Marco’s voice strained and cracked as the hunk yelled cries of pain and ecstasy and defeat.

“Don’t stop until you squeeze it outa him!” shouted Dave.

Lance wouldn’t have it any other way. The on-going hold paralyzed every muscle in Marco’s body, disarming him completely. The hunk’s frantic yells made Eric’s mouth salivate with desire.

“Yeah—get that cock!” said Dave.

Powerful spasms began to shake the Italian’s hot crotch.

“Shoot!” demanded Lance, squeezing for keeps.

“Damn you!” Todd cried as he watched the wrestler conquer his handsome boyfriend.

Marco spread his thighs apart, signaling the cock’s eminent submission. A few seconds later the hunk’s sperm flung itself upward. With a piercing cry from Marco, it jetted out of the stiff cockhole and into Eric’s waiting mouth.

“That’s right, make my guy happy!” said Lance to Marco.

Eric groaned in satisfaction as the Italian’s sweet and salty essence shot into him like machine gun blasts. The spectators groaned too, wildly turned on by the sexy sight. Eric caught every milky squirt in his mouth, even the final, lingering ones. Todd hung his head, feeling as violated as Marco.

Eric rose to his knees and gave Marco’s hot ass a slap. “Thanks, man. I never thought you’d taste that good.”

Lance released the cooperative cock, paused, then put his fingers on it again. Marco moaned while the wrestler checked out the hard rod from top to bottom.

“Looks like he can do another one,” observed Brad.

Lance grinned and started tempting the cock with more slow jacking. “Want another drink?” he asked his buddy.

“Yeah,” smiled Eric.

“No, please,” begged Marco.

But Eric had already stretched out on the ground in front of the illing tool.

Now more enraged than before, Todd bolted forward, eager to get his hands on the blond-haired stud. “Keep away from him!” he shouted.

Lance’s boys piled onto Todd, quickly halting him before he got to Eric.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” yelled Todd.

Eric smacked his lips as he watched Lance jack off the handsome phallus, priming it for him, preparing it for the pleasure to follow.

Marco grunted, succumbing once more to the power and sorcery of Lance’s fingers.

“Bring him closer,” said Eric to the guys holding Todd. “I don’t want him to miss this!”

After encountering some initial resistance from Todd, the guys dragged him alongside Eric and made sure he couldn’t move his arms.

Lance stopped jacking and held the cock steady at its base with a tight grip. “Go get it, man!” he said.

Eric opened his jaw and enclosed the top half of the rod firmly in his mouth. Shortly afterward, Marco began to utter loud gasps and cries that went on for some time. Todd didn’t know for sure if they meant pleasure or pain.

At first, they meant pleasure. Eric started by treating the cock to some expert tongue-work. His rubbing of super-sensitive areas rapidly brought total ecstasy to Marco. It also brought a gradual flow of semen up through the rod and into the stud’s mouth. Every few seconds Eric swallowed what Marco had given him, then drew more up through the sex tube with the help of his tongue.

“He’s gettin’ your boy real good,” Brad said to Todd. “Bet Eric won’t need dinner tonight!”

Todd spit at Brad but missed him. Brad laughed, then went back to watching the suck show. For extra enjoyment, he and the buddy beside him snaked their hands under each other’s jockstraps and had fun playing squeeze-tag with each other while they watched.

Suddenly Eric sank his teeth into the sexy muscle. Marco cried out, unable to toler-ate the pain and unable to escape it. Eric growled as he pushed his teeth in deeper.

“No! Stop!” screamed Marco.

“Fuck! What’s he doin’ to ya!” exclaimed Todd.

Marco could only scream, not speak.

“Eric’s gonna make him a vampire!” joked Brad.

Lance went along with the joke. “Yeah, bite it—take his cum AND his blood!”

Growling ominously, Eric forced his teeth in further and held them there.

“Ah! Christ!” shrieked Marco.

“Shoot! Give him your cum!” advised Lance.

Although the endless bite caused Marco horrific pain, the move had the same effect as an extreme bear hug on his cock—it drove him toward an orgasm. Lance knew this.

He felt the cock swell and stiffen in his hand as Eric bit into it. Screaming hysterically from both pain and pleasure, Marco thrust his cock further into the hunk’s mouth to trigger the climax.

His sperm exploded with mind-blowing power. The ejaculations ripped the stud apart. His muscular body jerked and heaved wildly, despite the tight scissors and hammerlocks that Lance still had in place. Eric gulped the virile liquid voraciously as it jetted against the back of his mouth.

“Shit,” moaned Todd, turning his head away.

The eruptions seemed to have no end. Marco yelled deliriously as the sharp teeth squeezed his cum-tube again and again, forcing him to continue pumping juice.

“Yeah, put bite marks on it!” yelled Brad.

Eric worked on the shaft with brutal determination, extracting Marco’s maleness load-by-load, then spurt-by-spurt, then drop-by-drop. At long last, however, the stud had nothing left to give—no cum, no screams, no energy. Nevertheless, Eric held the rod captive between his teeth a little longer, just to make sure. Massively fatigued, Marco could only groan while Eric put some final, nasty squeezes on his shaft in order to rouse any lagging semen. He clamped into the long cock at several locations, but concentratedespecially on the large, swollen head. He didn’t quit until convinced that the stud had an empty cum-tube.

When Eric and Lance released him, Marco turned over onto his stomach, exhausted and humiliated. The drained stud could hardly move. Lance got to his feet and grinned at his torture toy. Now he would have the fun he had waited for.

“Get up!” he jeered, straddling his toy.

Marco slowly pushed himself up to his hands and knees. With a shout of domination, Lance slammed a fist into the guy’s lower back. Marco yelped in pain as the blow flattened him to the ground again.

“Get up!” repeated Lance.

He let the stud raise himself once more, then struck the same area of the back, but with greater power. This time Marco didn’t try to get up.

“You wuss!” said Lance. “If you’re not gonna get your ass up, I’m gonna sit on it!”

He dropped his full body weight onto the butt, clenched his fists, and assaulted the Italian’s back and kidneys with a long series of vicious blows.

“No!” cried Marco.

“I’m just startin’ on you, boy!” said Lance.

He slid his ass down into the cavity of the lower back and grabbed Marco’s chin with both hands. He pulled the guy’s chest off the ground, bending his back into a severe camel clutch. Marco’s screams of pain did nothing to diminish Lance’s resolve. He wrenched the guy backward still farther. Marco’s outstretched hands froze in terror.

“Break him!” yelled Brad. “Snap him in half!”

Lance bent the spine further.

“Please! It’s too much!” said Marco.

“I know,” replied Lance. “That’s because I’m gonna hurt ya. I told you I would—remember that? I’m gonna hurt ya real bad.”

He proceeded to demolish Marco’s back with additional pressure. The stud couldn’t escape this hold: he had no choice but to hang on until Lance decided to end the punishment.

“He looks great like that, man,” said one of Lance’s buddies. “Keep him sufferin’.”

Marco did suffer. His back felt like Lance had driven spikes into it. His stomach churned with nausea. He wondered if he would black out. Then Lance switched holds. He coiled his right arm around the front of Marco’s neck and pulled him to his feet with it. Marco spread his legs for balance. He knew what Lance would do next.

The wrestler jerked Marco’s body downward and dropped it onto an outstretched knee. Marco yelled in pain.

“Yeah! That’s a good one, ain’t it!” gloated Lance. He pulled the stud up again, tightened the reverse headlock, and smashed Marco onto his knee and thigh once more.

“No more! Please!” screamed Marco.

“You’re no fun, man!” said Lance sarcastically, forcing Marco up for a third backbreaker. “If I stop, what’ll you do for me?”

“Anything! Anything!”

“Suck my ass?”

Marco hesitated, repulsed by the idea.

“OK, man, it’s up to you!” Lance dropped him again.

“Stop! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

Lance threw the perspiring body to the ground. He crawled onto Marco’s chest, facing his head, and sat his butt down on the guy’s mouth. “I could use a break anyway,” he joked to his buddies.

Marco’s tongue pushed into Lance’s asscrack and found the butthole.

“Yeah, stick it in.” The wrestler flexed his biceps as Marco massaged the hole. “Oh yeah, get it in deep.”

Lance’s cock flexed also. Eric gazed at the tall shaft. It drew him closer, like a magnet. Soon he had it in his mouth. Lance groaned while pleasure filed his ass and cock simultaneously. He put his hands on Eric’s head and caressed it. His cockskin became taut, his balls hardened. Lance couldn’t risk expending his energy on an orgasm at that point, so he pulled Eric’s head off his shaft and up to his face. He kissed the guy so passionately that Eric nearly had an instant orgasm. Lance gripped the excited rod and squeezed.

“Ah!” grunted Eric, flooded with pleasure.

Lance began to slowly pull the cock upward, daring it to shoot.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” gasped Eric.

A few seconds later, the guy’s shaft turned into a fountain of jism, spurting straight up, then falling onto Lance’s chest and rod. Eric kissed the wrestler as he coated him with liquid pleasure.

“Good boy, good boy,” said Lance after the orgasm ended, stroking the cockhead affectionately.

The stroking brought him a few more good-sized spurts and some loud groans from his lover. Eric fell backward in ecstatic exhaustion, his eyes never wandering from Lance’s beautifully sculpted physique.

Due to the high level of pleasure in his cock, Lance slid backward onto Marco’s chest to avoid an orgasm. He scooped up a load of Eric’s cream from his gut onto a finger and sneered down at Marco. He pinched the stud’s nostrils closed with his other hand, causing him to open his mouth for breath. Lance quickly pushed the cum-coated finger inside.

“Swallow it,” demanded Lance.

Marco struggled against the order. Lance pushed the finger further down his throat, far enough to make swallowing automatic.

“Damn you!” gasped Marco.

Keeping the nostrils closed, Lance picked up another load of cum and again force-fed it to the stud. He grinned at Marco’s inability to fight him off. Lance helped himself to one more finger-full of Eric’s juice and made the angry stud swallow it.

Smiling in triumph, Lance stood up and stepped a few feet away from Marco, leaving the stud gag and swear on the ground in frustration. Lance stared at Eric, his cock oozing with desire. Marco rose to his knees and, unnoticed by Lance, scraped up a handful of dirt. When the wrestler turned to put another hold on his victim, Marco threw the dirt in his eyes.

“Fuck!” shouted Lance as the dirt worked into the eyeballs, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Marco jumped to his feet and kneed Lance in the balls at close range.

The wrestler bent forward and yelled in agony. “I’m gonna get you for this!”

“No—I’m gonna get YOU!” replied Marco.

He picked up Lance and dropped him across his thigh. Marco held the wrestler there securely, not intending to release him anytime soon. Holding the body by the neck and thighs, he began to bend it severely.

“You can take it,” encouraged Eric.

But after several minutes of torture, Lance’s shouts of pain changed to cries and pleas. Marco ignored them.

“This’ll give you something to cry about.” Marco locked a hand onto the wrestler’s easily accessible balls.

“Not my nuts!” said Lance.

Marco went after them with a squeeze that made the spectators gawk in amazement. A death-scream burst from the wrestler’s throat. Eric jumped up in alarm, but the Italian’s buddies held him at back.

Marco squeezed with the intent to injure. “No more testicles, man!” he said, putting all of his muscle into the killer claw.

“Ah! No!” shouted Lance. “I give! I give!”

“You can give all you want, but I’m not gonna stop,” advised Marco.

Lance’s screams echoed throughout the surrounding woods. The late afternoon sky darkened and drops of rain began to fall. Marco continued the ball torture. The spectators huddled together, watching Lance’s ballsack turn redder by the minute. The wrestler screamed until his voice became hoarse and weak. Marco finally dumped the guy onto the muddy ground, chest-down.

Not pausing for an instant, the stud straddled Lance, grabbed his wrists and pulled him back into a surfboard. Marco pressed his foot against the sore spine with considerable force, greatly increasing the pain.

“Yeah, finish him,” said Todd.

Marco maintained the hold for a while longer, then slammed the beaten body to the ground with a giant kick in the back. Lance tried to crawl away in the mud, but Marco stopped that attempt by jumping onto his lower back, facing the guy’s rounded butt. The stud grasped an asscake with each hand and forced them apart.

Lance yelled in agony as pain ripped into his crack and butthole. The crack split amazed everyone present.

“I’ve never seen that one before!” said a voice. “That’s gotta really hurt!”

But the Italian wanted to go even further. Keeping the buns split as wide as he could, he stuck a thumb and index finger into the hole, then pinched the sensitive anal opening with them.

Lance screamed in anguish, but Marco refused to unhook his pincers from the guy’s ass.

“Can you feel the skin tearing yet?” asked the Italian. He looked at Eric and said, “No fuckin’ him for a while!”

Lance raked the mud with his fingers, trying to withstand the outrageous pain. “No! Please stop!” he begged.

Marco grinned. “I’ll stop if you shoot.”

Lance began to thrust his cock forward as best he could.

“Yeah, rub it in the dirt,” said Marco.

The wrestler started to grunt occasionally, then much more regularly. Marco felt his sphincter tighten.

“I’m gonna cum!” he yelled at last.

The stud reached into Lance’s crotch to confirm when the orgasm took place. He found the cock hard, but not yet at the firing stage. At that moment, Lance surprised him with a quick blow to the gut. The stud doubled over in pain.

Lance jumped up, throwing Marco into the mud. Seething with rage, Lance watched the stud slowly rise to his hands and knees. He eyed the heavy balls hanging low between Marco’s thighs and plotted his revenge. He put his left hand on the Italian’s lower back for support and to help keep his victim in place. Then he gripped the nuts with his right hand and squeezed.

Marco’s mouth dropped open. He had never felt a ball squeeze so intense. A truly frightening cry burst from his throat, a sound of agony that shocked the other guys with its scary, deep-throated roar. Even Eric looked concerned, wondering if Lance had gone too far.

“Now you’ll pay!” gloated the wrestler.

He yanked the ballsack beyond the butt for all to see and pressed his fingernails into the testicles.

Marco screamed helplessly as Lance tortured the most vulnerable part of his body.

“Ah! Let go! No more! No more!”

“No way! Not this time, boy!”

“You’re killin’ ‘em!” shrieked Marco.

“Yeah! These babies are gonna need a doctor by the time I get through with ‘em!” He paused, then added, “But no doc will be able to help ya, man—after this hold they’re not ever gonna work again!”

A painful, powerful nausea began to consume Marco. It started deep in his testicles and soon spread to the rest of his body, paralyzing the stud.

The wrestler knew this hold would seriously hurt Marco’s balls and that fact gave him a tremendous rush. The stud’s screams added to the rush. Although Marco didn’t say much—couldn’t say much—his cries told Lance the whole story: “No! You’re destroying my nuts, man! I can feel them splitting from the pressure! You’re taking away my manhood!”

But the screams only made Lance more aroused, more determined to continue the ball-killing hold. He widened his stance and pushed his fingernails in deeper.

“Yeah! Nice!” yelled Brad. “Finish those nuts!”

While the wrestler slowly choked the life out of the big testicles, the rain became a downpour. It pelted the ground, splashing mud up onto the two statue-like hunks. The noise of it, however, did not drown out Marco’s horrifying shouts and cries. The guys watched awestruck as the stud strained to endure the unimaginable physical pain, plus the mental pain of knowing that in a few moments he would have two dead testicles hanging between his legs.

“Yes!” exclaimed Lance. His cum filled cock jerked anxiously as he crushed the balls of the screaming victim beneath him, still motionless on his hands and knees.

As Todd observed the gradual destruction of his boyfriend, he realized that defeat had also come to himself—at least regarding his relationship with Marco. How could he have sex with a guy who had no functioning testicles? He slowly backed away, unnoticed by the others, and disappeared.

Lance’s man-wrecking squeeze upset Eric greatly. He understood that the two guys had to settle their feud, but he didn’t want to see one of them castrated in the process. After all, Marco did have a great body, and Eric had really liked the flavor of his cum.

“Hey, that’s enough, man. Let go of him,” said Eric.

But Lance continued the torture. “Keep outa this, or I’ll do the same to YOUR nuts!” he roared. The wrestler glanced at Eric’s balls. “But your little ones wouldn’t take this long to finish off!”

“Fuck you!” yelled Eric, stung by the humiliating remark. He had tolerated Lance’s sarcasm in the past, but not this time. “It’s over between us, man!”

He picked up a handful of mud and flung it at the wrestler. It splattered across his face, temporarily blinding him. As Lance shouted his anger, Marco grabbed one of the wrestler’s ankles and gave it a pull. Lance lost his footing on the slick ground and fell into the mud.

Snarling like a rabid animal, Marco sprang at Lance and dug his teeth into the side of his neck. The wrestler screamed in agony. On his back and stunned by the sharp pain, he didn’t move. Marco’s teeth assaulted the neck muscles with a vengeance. Lance’s cock jerked more excitedly, as if trying to fight off the attacker.

“Get him!” yelled Eric. “You can do it!”

Marco inserted his teeth further, piercing the skin. The heightened pain made Lance clutch the mud with his hands.

“Yes! Yes!” said Eric, hoping the stud could pull off a surprise victory.

But Marco had little strength left. The stabbing pain in his balls slowed him down considerably. Depleted of energy, he had few options. He grabbed Lance’s cock and began jacking it rapidly as he bit into the guy’s neck.

“Yeah, rassle it!” yelled Eric.

Lance grunted, unable to control the cum. “Oh fuck!” he gasped, suddenly close to losing his juice. He grabbed Marco’s jackoff arm. But nothing could now stop the frantic sperm. Lance cried out as it shot through the long rod.

The cum exploded violently, firing upward into the rain and smashing the drops that got in its way.

While the hunk erupted, Marco lifted his back out of the mud, got behind him and locked on a cobra hold. As the cock unloaded the wrestler’s cum, and his energy, Lance’s consciousness began to fade. Using all his remaining strength, Marco tightened the sleeper. The wrestler’s arms collapsed at his sides, while the rest of his cum spurted from his twitching cock. Although Lance soon drifted into unconsciousness, Marco kept the cobra on. Driven by both adrenaline and revenge, the stud couldn’t let go.

“That’s it—you got him, man,” said Eric.

He and several other guys finally had to pry Marco’s arms from Lance’s neck. As Lance’s buddies dragged his limp body away, Marco remained on his knees in a stare, breathing rapidly and not wholly cognizant of what had just happened.

All the guys left except Eric, who stayed in the rain with the muddy, dazed stud. Gradually Marco calmed down, but as he did, his awareness of the intense pain in his testicles came back to him. He looked worriedly at his ballsack. Had Lance beaten him after all—and also taken his masculinity? He began to cry.

Eric moved toward him on his knees and extended an arm to the despondent stud. Marco struck the arm with a fist, thinking Eric intended to attack him.

“No—I’m not gonna hurt ya. I wanna help ya.” He rested a hand on Marco’s shoulder and gently started to caress it.

“What am I gonna do?” said the sobbing stud. “He wrecked my nuts! He wrecked ‘em for good!”

Eric put his arms around Marco and embraced him lovingly. “It’ll be all right, man.”

Marco’s arms hesitantly encircled Eric’s waist. The two didn’t speak for a long time. They held each other closer and closer, oblivious to the driving rain.

“They hurt so much!” cried Marco. “I can’t move!”

“Lay down and rest,” said Eric.

“Don’t leave me here in the rain!”

“I’m not gonna leave you.”

He carefully lowered Marco onto his back, then stretched out on top of him, shielding his body from the downpour. The drops pounded Eric’s beautiful buns and rolled down into his asscrack. Water ran along the crack like a river. It cascaded over his crotch and onto the stud’s injured balls below.

“I can’t take the pain,” wept Marco.

“The rain will make ‘em feel better,” reassured Eric. “I will, too.”

He lowered his lips to Marco’s and kissed him. The stud groaned in pleasure as the soothing shower and Eric’s warm body comforted him.

“You were the guy who sucked me,” said Marco, his memory suddenly returning.

“Yeah,” smiled Eric. “You have awesome cum, man!”

“And you have sharp teeth!” the stud reminded him. “They sure nailed my cock!”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist such a handsome rod!”

“I guess it did feel good, though—you really milked me dry!” As Marco recalled the experience, his dick began to stiffen.

Eric felt the muscle push against his body as it grew in length and hardness. He grinned. “You want more of that, don’t you.”

“Yeah, if my balls….” He stopped, again distracted by the severe pain in his testicles.

“I think your balls are gonna be fine,” said Eric. “They’re as hard as your cock is right now.” He kissed the stud again. “I won’t let anyone hurt ‘em again—ever.”

“Promise?”

“I promise—if you let me play with ‘em every day,” said Eric.

A grin spread across Marco’s face. “It’s a deal, man. They’re yours, whenever you want ‘em.”

Tears ran down the stud’s face. They looked the same as the raindrops, but Eric could tell the difference. “I know your nuts hurt real bad,” he said. “But try not to worry about ‘em.” He looked down at the distraught stud. “They’re gonna be OK.” Eric winked. “I’ll make sure they get back in shape real soon. I’ll be their personal trainer!”

Marco laughed. His tears of pain became tears of joy.

The guys hugged each other passionately, refusing to let go. The rain refused to let up as well. It dropped onto the two naked hunks in one sheet after another, covering them like layers of soft cloth. Marco and Eric stayed together, secure and happy, as though at home in bed. Night fell, shutting them off from the rest of the world.

The guys stayed in the woods, unwilling to move. They didn’t speak. But their cocks, pressed tightly together, did have a dialogue. Using cum as their means of communication, they exchanged many spurts during the night—sometimes only a few words, sometimes long and powerful paragraphs.

The rain continued, but gradually slowed to a gentle shower. A mysterious, renewing atmosphere fell upon the woods. Only the sound of drops stroking the leaves remained—and distant, human groans.

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