Nicked, but not Broken

If you’d been buying groceries at the small country store when the six of them walked in, you’d probably guess they came to the wilderness to do some hunting or fishing. Wrong. Their hard, strong bodies made them look like outdoorsmen, but their muscles were mostly due to gym workouts—not from chopping down trees or wrestling grizzlies. They did love to wrestle though, as long as it involved other guys.

The six roamed through the store, arguing and joking about what they still needed for their “adventure.” The final decision was to get mostly the basic necessities—beer and pizzas. The afternoon was slipping away. An hour of driving remained, much of it on dirt roads, so they piled the supplies and themselves into Dan’s beat-up Blazer and took off again. The countryside became more hilly and thickly forested. The roads became narrower, full of ruts, and more like trails.

“Are you sure this is the right road?” asked Nick from the back seat.

“Yup,”answered Dan confidently. “1 know every tree around here.”

He wasn’t kidding. Dan had been coming here since he was a kid to visit his uncle. When the uncle died, his Will specified Dan as the new owner. The beautiful property included a large cottage and private lake on nearly a hundred acres. The location was remote, but great for total relaxation, for being free, for doing anything you felt like doing. Dan and his buddy Eric had been here many times before. But Keith, Matt, Robby and Nick had never made the trip, and even though they could imagine what might happen, they were slightly nervous about all the unknowns.

Robby and Keith had the roughest ride. They weren’t as tall as the others, so they sat on the hard floor behind the back seat, along with the supplies. At least they had easier access to the beer and snacks, and of course, they made good use of it. The two did a lot of talking and got along well. Keith sat facing Robby, who was leaning against the cartons of beer with his legs spread apart and one knee raised. He looked terrific in his snug, white jeans—so terrific that Keith had a rough time taking his eyes off them. The seam running along Robby’s crotch pressed way into his basket and right between the balls. Robby knew he was showing them off, and he had good reason to: even through jeans you could tell they were huge.

But Robby’s dick was the main attraction. It was mammoth and had stayed hard during most of the trip, a fact which each of the guys noticed. Nick kept turning around and doing crotch exams with his eyes. He studied Robby and Keith carefully, sometimes making teasing comments. So did Matt, who was also sitting in the back seat.

“Hey Robby,” said Nick, “wouldn’t you be more comfortable back there with your tight jeans off?”

Dan broke in before Robby could answer. “Everybody keeps his jeans on ‘til we get to the lake! After that, anything goes!”

But Nick, who had met Robby through Dan just yesterday, wasn’t finished. “Robby’s got something that needs to be measured. Anybody got a ruler?”

Matt looked again at the long bulge next to Robby’s fly. “Maybe you’ll need a yardstick!” he joked.

They continued to bounce and roll on toward the lake, crossing an occasional creek and winding among endless pines. Matt peered through the window and shook his head, trying to see something besides dense forest and underbrush. “I think you guys are lying to us,” he said to Dan and Eric. There’s no cabin out here. You’re probably gonna dump us along the road in these rocks and bushes and leave us stranded!”

“Rob and I can handle being left in the bushes, can’t we Robby!” said Nick, staring at the bulge with a wide grin.

“Sure,” responded Robby, “after I teach you some survival skills!”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna teach YOU some things too, pal!” added Nick, still grinning at Robby, then Keith.

It was easy to see why Nick and Matt, or anyone, would like Robby. At nineteen he was about five years younger than the others, he had a trim, athletic physique, and he was strikingly handsome. He had a thick head of blond hair and hazel eyes. Robby was also the shortest of the six—quite a contrast to Nick, who towered over most people. Although you knew Nick could hold his own with the toughest and biggest guys, he always seemed to be turned on by rugged, smaller jocks like Robby or Keith. Dan had seen Nick horse around at the gym a couple of times. He was into submissions and could really crank up the torture if he wanted to. Dan guessed that as Nick watched Robby and Keith, he was thinking about all the holds he wanted to use on them.

In addition, Nick had his eye on Matt, especially whenever Matt dozed off and he could take a longer look. Matt was kind of a mystery. They didn’t know much about him, and the guy didn’t talk much about himself. He did tell Eric he was a pro wrestling fan and that his fantasy was to see some of the TV pro’s wrestle naked. Matt had the body for that kind of action himself. His build was solid, he had jet black hair and gorgeously shaped buns. Nick wanted to pull off Matt’s tight black Levi’s and observe the real thing.

The group was relieved to finally reach the cottage, which stood right at the end of the road. The four newcomers were very impressed with it. There were several bedrooms, a workshop, and a large living room that overlooked the lake below. And it was all theirs for the weekend.

After dinner they stayed at the massive oak table, drinking beer and talking about their common love of wrestling and their own wrestling experiences. Though they were mostly strangers, the more they drank, the more open they became with each other.

“O.K. fellow jocks,” announced Eric, “let’s get to the lake and start having fun! Keith and I’ll bring the towels and stuff and meet ya down there.”

When Robby stood up, he widened his stance and stretched, pressing both hands onto the back of his neck. Dan happened to be walking behind him and took advantage of the moment. He hooked his hands under Robby’s arms and against his neck, into an unusually good full nelson. Next, Dan pushed Robby to the edge of the table, preventing him from moving his legs. Dan was a bodybuilder like Nick, and had enormous biceps, so there was no way Robby was going to escape. With hardly any effort, Dan applied considerably more pressure to the back of Robby’s neck, letting the kid know that he didn’t intend to break the hold right away. Nick and Matt realized that too, and came over beside Robby.

“Hey Robby, does it hurt?” jeered Nick. “Give him some more,” Nick urged Dan. Nick smiled at the pain on Robby’s face as Dan complied. “I know something that’ll make you feel better,” said Nick.

His hand moved toward the huge, solid bulge in Robby’s jeans. He positioned his fingers on it. It was so good to be able to feel this guy’s rod at last. He slid the fingers slowly up and down its great length. Robby expected him to squeeze hard, but he didn’t. He just kept fingering the tool all over, thoroughly checking it out. He took his time. He loved handling a guy’s equipment when the guy wasn’t able to interfere. After Nick’s sensual inspection had ended, Robby’s cock was really fired up.

“Your turn,” said Nick to Matt.

Matt’s dark eyes flashed. He sat down on the edge of the table at Robby’s right side, while the kid tried in vain to maneuver out of Dan’s iron grip. Matt put his right hand between Robby’s legs and cradled the basket in his palm like a supporter. The jeans were very soft and molded the big balls perfectly. Matt could feel there was no brief or jockstrap underneath. He squeezed the balls several times, each time with more force.

“Ouch!” yelled Robby.

“Super nuts, man. Real hard. He worked his fingers up the tool slowly.

“Let’s get a better look,” said Nick.

Matt opened the Levi’s and peeled the white denims down to the tabletop. The long, fully erect tool stretched out in front of them, pointing slightly upward. Again Robby tried to wiggle out of the nelson, but Dan had him immobilized.

“God, is he ever hung!” said Matt.

“Yeah,” agreed Nick, wrapping both hands around Robby’s giant. “And ready for some cock rasslin’!”

With a lusty roar, Nick put a staggering power squeeze on the tool. Robby shouted, but the muscleboy was relentless. As Nick squeezed, Robby came closer and closer to an orgasm. Nick freed the anxious cock to give it a rest. Matt got so excited watching Nick and Robby that pre-cum had soaked into his jockstrap and jeans. He gazed at Robby’s smooth, low-hanging balls. His fingers touched them and went exploring.

“How about a tug-of-war?” asked Nick.

“Great idea,” said Matt.

He pulled down on Robby’s nuts while Nick pulled up on the cock. Robby let out a long, low yell of pain—and pleasure. The sound of it turned on the three guys even more. They all applied increased pressure, trying to see how much their sexy victim could take. Dan flexed his biceps, spread his legs and bore down on Robby’s neck.

“Come on, you little stud; show us your juice!” said Nick.

Robby’s whole body seemed to feel crammed into his cock and nuts. He gasped for breath. His rod tingled feverishly. He knew his orgasm wasn’t far away. Suddenly the nuts turned to stone in Matt’s hand.

“Yeah! We’ve got him!” said Matt. He squeezed the nuts against the hard crotch shaft. Nick felt the huge tool tighten, then jerk. An overwhelming surge of pleasure swept upward through Robby. Matt whistled in delight as Robby’s canon started shooting streams of hot juice all over the table.

Nick caught some of the cream and rubbed it over the massive tool, sending Robby into another dimension of pleasure. When the cock stopped firing, Matt let go of the balls. But Nick held on. He kept rubbing the most sensitive places, quickly turning Robby’s pleasure into unbearable agony.

“Let go, you fuckin’ bastard!” shouted the kid.

Nick continued his attack on the still-hard, inflamed muscle. “This is where it gets fun,” he said to Matt.

Robby felt like his tool was being ripped apart. For some reason Dan suddenly released his hold, maybe to see Nick trounced. Robby swung at Nick’s head with all his strength and hit him at the temple. Nick reeled but didn’t go down. Robby’s other hand swooped between Nick’s legs, slicing into his nuts like a knife. Nick yelled and doubled over. He turned and fell to his knees, clutching his aching basket.

They stood behind Nick for a minute, watching him suffer, enjoying it. Dan looked down at the fallen titan, thinking how sexy he was—the faded 501’s encasing his buns and muscular legs, the powerful thighs spread apart, the tempting crotch. He wanted to shove a hand between the legs and give his nuts more to worry about. But for now he limited himself to just looking, and planning. Robby zipped up his jeans and the three left to join Eric and Keith.

“I’m gonna get ya for this!” Nick threatened as they walked out the door.

By the time Eric and Keith laid the blankets out on the beach and collected enough wood for a fire, it was almost sunset. The temperature was unusually high for a fall evening, and Eric was glad there were no biting insects around to spoil it. He lounged on his back, propped his shoulders up on his elbows, and watched Keith light the fire. Keith sat in a half-kneeling position.

His right knee was on the ground with the thigh fully upright. His left foot was out in front of him, allowing him to rest a hand on the outstretched thigh. Eric thought it was a very masculine, sexy way for a guy to sit, a position athletes often use when they pose for team photos. Keith’s foot was, furthermore, quite far to the left, and that made a large gulf between the legs. It also made the jeans extremely tight on his thighs, butt and crotch.

As the campfire brightened, Keith became a dramatic silhouette against it. The view reinforced Eric’s opinion that in many ways Keith had the best looking body of the group. He wasn’t tall or overly muscular, just well proportioned in all the right places, which was everywhere. In addition, his sexy red hair, handsome face and friendly eyes made Eric somewhat jealous. The guy had it all. Plus he had been a high school wrestler, or so he claimed. Eric was eager to get his hands on him and find out just what kind of wrestler.

Keith heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Eric stripping down to his jockstrap. The well worn pouch nearly made Keith’s heart skip a beat. The thin cloth stretched snugly around the guy’s balls and the protruding, beckoning rod. Keith stood up and faced the curly-haired hunk on the blanket.

“Ready to go a fall?” asked Eric.

Keith rubbed his crotch and smiled. He unzipped and removed his jeans, uncovering a terrific, obscenely revealing bikini. As Eric rose to his feet, Keith began flinging his arms back to loosen up. Eric surprised the jock by ramming into him like a football player. Keith hit the ground on his side, then instinctively rolled onto his stomach to avoid being pinned. But Eric wasn’t after a pin. He grabbed an ankle and pulled the leg back, while planting a foot on Keith’s shoulder to hold him down. He kept trying to force the leg back further than it could go. Keith grunted in pain.

Eric’s rod was rock hard and tingling like mad. That always happened when he wrestled a guy and worked on a leg. After awhile he decided to go for both legs. He pulled Keith’s other leg back, locking him in a full Boston crab. This was Eric’s favorite hold. Putting the crab on Keith and making his gorgeous body squirm was the ultimate experience for him. Eric’s cock started to pulsate with excitement. He looked down at his jockstrap. The cockhead had pushed above the waistband. Eric crouched lower, increasing the pressure on the legs and back. He held Keith so that the front of his brief was suspended between Eric’s widely spread legs—quite a sight, and quite a target.

Eric looked up to see Matt, Robby and Dan approaching. Their eyes opened wide when they saw Eric in his bulging jockstrap straddling Keith and conquering him with the juicy crab. They clapped and cheered approval.

Robby pointed to Eric’s reddened cockhead and said, “I wonder which one is gonna shoot first!”

“I’ll show you,” said Dan. He dropped to his knees and jerked the front of Keith’s brief aside, exposing everything to the warm, fire-lit air.

“Keith’s gonna be first,” he said to Keith. “Right, Keith?” said Dan sarcastically. He gripped the cock with both hands. Keith could only moan and let Dan have his way. Robby and Matt sat close by the catch the action.

Dan jerked sharply on Keith’s hard, upside down muscle. Eric was in paradise: having his buddy go to work on Keith’s rod while he crabbed the jock was almost too much of a good thing. Pre-cum oozed from his cock.

“Looks like you’re ready for a helping hand yourself!” said Dan to Eric. He winked at Matt. “Go ahead, he’s all yours.”

Matt stripped off his tight black jeans, T shirt and brief, and threw them into Robby’s face.

“Get the oil,” suggested Robby, pulling off his own clothes too.

“Yeah,” Matt responded, grinning. He poured it onto his hands and all over his eight-inch tool. He gave the bottle to Robby, who lubed himself, then Dan’s hardworking fingers. Robby focused hypnotically on Dan as he worked the rod and nuts. Keith cried out again, his body attempting to cope with extremes of pain and ecstasy. Eric could see that Robby’s long cock was totally stiff, and that gave him yet another thrill.

Matt stepped behind Eric, lifting a leg over Keith. He moved close to Eric’s ass and slid an oily hand into his crotch. He reached under the strap’s pouch and checked out the dude’s balls. Then Matt clutched them. Soon the basket turned into a hot, solid mass. Eric reacted by flexing his muscles and unleashing even greater pressure on his victim. Keith couldn’t take much more; he was just about out of it.

Robby gave the thumbs-up sign to Eric. “You’ve almost got him!”

“Nobody survives Eric’s killer crab very long,” said Dan, continuing to give Keith’s rod the business.

Nick was watching all this from behind some small trees near the beach. He saw Dan and Eric about to finish off Keith; he saw Dan’s huge cock bulge in his tight Levi’s; he watched Matt doing a pro job on Eric’s nuts; and he saw Robby on his knees, watching the four intently, sporting that gigantic rod. He studied his prey, waiting for the right time to spring.

The pain from the crab was intense. Keith was ready to give it up. Even so, Eric’s hold was slowly helping to build excitement in Keith’s crotch. Suddenly Eric let out a long, deep yell. Robby looked up at Matt, surveying his body carefully, like a referee in a championship match. Matt had pushed his long, slippery rod into Eric’s ass and was driving him crazy with it.

“Your buddy’s gettin’ fucked,” Robby said to Dan.

But Dan didn’t respond. His mind was on more important things—or rather, his mouth was. It was closing around Keith’s tool. Dan’s lips and tongue ignited a million sparks inside the cock. Keith felt a massive pleasure churning within him. He made several loud gasps as Dan and Eric triggered the eruption.

This was the moment Nick had waited for. He ran behind Robby and sent him to the ground with a staggering kidney punch. Dazed, the kid pulled his knees up under him to get to his feet. Nick nailed him with two more blows to the kidneys.

“Come on, get up!” Nick yelled.

While the guy slowly rose to a wobbly standing position, Nick stepped in back of him once more, ready to attack. Before Robby could turn, Nick coiled both arms around him. Nick yelled in raucous delight as he clamped into Robby with a reverse bear hug. His powerful python arms were perfect for this hold—and also dangerous. Robby soon found that he was having trouble breathing.

Eric dropped Keith’s tortured legs. He left the naked stud moaning on the ground with his smooth, white buns mirroring the orange glow from the campfire. Eric was moaning too. Matt had him in a nearly delirious state. The black-haired hunk had pulled down Eric’s jockstrap from behind and was manhandling his nuts and cock with ten tough fingers. At the same time he was drilling into Eric’s ass again and again with the full length of his hot shaft.

Eric’s time had come. He steadied himself for the explosion. Matt held the cock straight out with one hand and its hard tip with the other. As the cream burst out, he pinched into the cockhead, further heightening the intense pleasure. Eric screamed and writhed while Matt played with the exploding tip. At last Matt pulled out, letting Eric sink to the blankets.

Dan and Matt were left facing each other. They glanced down to check on Nick and Robby, who were rolling on the ground seemingly glued together. Robby tried everything he could think of to break out of Nick’s grip, but the muscleboy had him. Robby could feel his strength slipping away. He became light-headed. Soon he would be defenseless and at Nick’s mercy a second time.

Dan stared at Matt, pondering the jock’s body. Matt stood naked in front of him, legs spread, primed, unafraid. “I like your style,” said Dan, peeling off his worn jeans. “Too bad I’m gonna have to whip your ass!” His jockstrap surrounded a rod at least the size of Matt’s and an incredibly big basket. “I’m gonna show you what it’s like losin’ a pro match with no rules!”

“Go ahead and try,” Matt replied with a grin. “I love it dirty!”

“It’s gonna be fun tyin’ you into a knot and watchin’ you beg!” said Dan, throwing down his shirt.

They both took the on-guard stance. Although a big guy, Dan moved like lightning. He flew at Matt, seizing both arms at the wrists. He pushed nearer to Matt and swiftly brought a knee up into the dude’s basket. Matt’s mouth fell open at the sickening shock of the attack, though he wasn’t able to utter a sound. The blow greatly stunned him, giving Dan another oppor­tunity to go after the balls. This time he grabbed them and applied a short but powerful squeeze. Matt clutched his basket and collapsed to his knees.

Dan followed this with a vicious clothesline to Matt’s neck, immediately knocking him onto his back. Dan looked down at the sexy, motionless body and visualized holds he wanted to use next—he wasn’t through with Matt. He picked up a foot with each hand and began splitting the legs apart. Soon Dan was applying the widest possible wishbone you could force on a guy. Matt’s face twisted in pain as Dan kept up the extreme pressure. He stared down at Matt’s open crotch, especially admiring the large, beautiful basket.

Nick had nearly squeezed the guts out of Robby.

“That’s enough!” he shouted. “I give, you bastard!”

Nick pulled Robby to his feet, still maintaining the reverse bear hug. “This is only the beginning, punk! I’m gonna make a man outa you whether you like it or not!”

Nick let go of Robby for an instant to spin around, so that the two were standing back-to-back. Nick reached over and grabbed Robby’s neck. He leaned forward, bending Robby backward until his feet were off the ground. Robby gasped for air as he hung across Nick’s back.

“Want me to let you go?” teased Nick.

Robby coughed. “Yes! Yes!” he answered.

“You sure?” asked Nick, tightening his strangle hold.

“Yes!” whispered Robby.

Nick jumped forward, pulling Robby down with a violent backbreaker. Robby couldn’t move. Ax blades chopped into his head and neck. His mind swirled in a black void. The next realization he had was a wonderful sensation in his cock. He couldn’t lift his head to see it, but Nick had swallowed as much of the rod as he could and was tonguing it passionately. Suddenly the pleasure turned to stabbing pain. Nick began grinding his teeth into the muscle. He was like a wild animal tearing into freshly-killed meat.

Robby screamed. He raised his head, feeling countless nails pierce the skull. He saw the bodybuilder, now naked, arched over him, trying to devour his rod. The black void overcame him again. Nick surveyed the handsome, oiled body lying beneath him. It glistened from the light of the campfire. The granite-like shaft twitched occasionally, tantalizing Nick. He had to handle it once more. His fingers examined every inch of the unending rod and toyed with the nuts until the skin tightened around them. A new wave of desire flooded through Nick. He picked up the naked body, slung it over his shoulder and walked to the lake.

Dan saw most of this while continuing to hold Matt in his brutal wishbone. Matt’s legs were stiff with pain, yet he would not submit. Angered by this, Dan let go of the ankles and knee-dropped Matt between his legs. It was a direct hit on the balls and lower cock. Matt shrieked and turned on his stomach. Dan then began assaulting his thighs with a series of savage knee-drops.

At last he stopped, sitting on the thighs triumphantly. Matt’s legs were demolished. Dan looked at Matt’s beautifully sculpted buns, ready to use a hold that he wished he could have put on guys as an amateur wrestler. Too bad, he thought, that the best holds were never legal. He slapped his hands onto Matt’s right bun and squeezed. Matt tried to crawl away, but his legs wouldn’t work. Dan channeled all his strength to the fingers. They dug deep into the buttflesh as if wringing out a wet sponge. At the same time he worked his thumbs into Matt’s butthole.

“Yeah,” he slowly muttered to himself. This was a move that he always looked forward to using, and he wasn’t in a hurry to break it.

Dan heard a splash and looked up. Nick had pitched Robby into the lake. Though darkness had almost engulfed them, Dan could still make out the two figures. Nick was up to his waist in the water and Robby up to his nipples. Nick had his arms around Robby from behind. Dan guessed correctly that Nick didn’t just have him in a bear hug this time. Robby screamed, his voice echoing across the lake and dissolving into the limitless woods.

“Go ahead and yell, man,” said Nick. “There’s no one out there to hear you!”

Robby did continue to scream as his butthole was rammed by Nick’s thick tool. Nick remembered how fantastic it had felt to once fuck a guy in a gym pool. But doing it outside in the wilderness was an even better turn-on. Nick kept plunging into Robby until the pleasure had the kid exhausted. Eventually he dragged him back to the beach and let him fall beside Keith and Eric.

Matt’s butt was red and sore from the treatment it was getting. Dan had a massive hand buried in each cake now, squeezing with a vengeance. Nick walked over to watch. He crouched down next to Matt’s head and ruffled the thick black hair playfully with his hand.

“Havin’ a good time?” joked Nick. “You know, I think you’re one sexy jock. But I’m real pissed. I haven’t had a chance to see the front of you up close yet!”

“How about now?” said Dan. He released the buns, then grabbed Matt’s left foot and brought it back against his ass. At the same time he hammerlocked the left arm. Dan pulled with both hands and rolled Matt onto his right side, almost onto his back. Nick smiled. He liked the way Dan had him tied up. Matt’s thighs were spread apart; his rod and balls were unobstructed and unprotected. Nick sat on Matt’s outstretched right leg and took hold of the cock.

“You’re history, man!” Nick said to Matt.

He jerked the cock down between Matt’s legs and worked it over ruthlessly. Before Nick was finished with it, Matt found out how nasty this dude could be.

Nick turned his attention to Matt’s large, egg-shaped balls. He yanked them away from the cock and squeezed. This was torture for Matt’s nuts, but it aroused his cock so much that the tool began to buck, ready to shoot. Nick put more muscle into it.

“No more! No more!” yelled Matt, digging his fingers into the moist ground.

Nick went in for the kill with another favorite move, his “milkshake.” Holding the basket firmly, he shook it back and forth madly. Matt screamed in disbelief, fearing this would finish his nuts for good. Nick didn’t stop. Matt’s frantic rod couldn’t hold back any longer. It shot off hysterically, covering the ground with creamy delight. Nick released the nuts and sat back to watch the eruption with Dan.

“Wanna get him again?” asked Nick, turning toward Matt.

“Sure,” answered Dan. “But first I wanna get YOU!”

Dan bolted into Nick and sent him sprawling on the blankets. Dan rode him until he caught Mr. Macho in a neck scissors. Nick tried to kick out several times. He was surprised to discover how strong Dan’s legs were. Finally he relaxed for a minute or two, conserving his strength and thinking about possible escapes.

Dan became really charged up from dominating Nick with the scissors. He admired Nick’s smooth, tough body and got a special thrill out of wrestling it, overpowering it, even hurting it if he could. Dan wanted to soften Nick up, then do what few, if any, had ever been able to do—annihilate him by focusing entirely on the rod and balls. He had some new ideas on how to go about it. Dan tipped his head back in satisfaction and squeezed his powerful legs into the hunk’s neck. He looked fantastically sexy as he applied the hold. His chest was bare, and he still had on his super-tight Levi’s. Dan’s rigid, heavy cock struggled to break out of the cramped jockpouch. It made such a big bulge in his jeans that you’d swear the guy wasn’t wearing a jockstrap.

Nick moved a hand along the back of Dan’s thigh. Dan relished the sensation, but Nick was groping for a particular spot. When he found it, Nick jabbed in the leg with a painful, numbing karate chop. He repeated this several more times, then began to work his fingers into the hamstrings. It felt like a steel wedge was tearing into them. It didn’t take Nick long to weaken the muscles enough to slip out of the scissors.

He immediately lunged at Dan, giving his tool a good sock to keep him down. Nick quickly ripped open the Levi’s and had them halfway off before Dan could fight back. When Dan jumped up to attack, Nick was ready. He landed a fist in Dan’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. While Dan tried to recover from the blow, Nick went after his tits. Nick’s fingers pinched the sensitive flesh, causing spears of agony in Dan’s chest. He raised his arms to strike, but Nick stopped him by squeezing even harder. Dan’s arms fell to his sides.

“Smart boy!” said Nick, slowly pushing the guy’s shoulders to the ground as he continued the torture. Nick straddled Dan on his knees and continued to ravage the sensitive tits. Dan screamed, desperately trying to pull Nick’s hands away.

“You’d better give it up while you still can!” warned Nick.

“O.K! I give!” yelled Dan.

“Lick my rod!” commanded Nick, “or you’re gonna have bloody tits!”

“O.K! O.K!”

Nick grabbed Dan’s arms and pinned them above his head. Nick lowered his massive tool until it hung over Dan’s mouth. Dan tickled the cock tip with his tongue. The hot muscle jerked excitedly. Nick eased his rod down into Dan’s mouth. He started rubbing the rod slowly up and down between Dan’s lips. At another time Dan would have gladly sucked this stud’s meat all night, but now he was looking for revenge. He watched Nick become more and more absorbed in pleasure.

Finally, as Nick’s climax neared, Dan made his move. He jerked his arms free and slid between Nick’s legs to get away. He wanted to pull his jeans off for better movement, but he didn’t have time. He pounced on Nick’s back and grabbed his neck with both hands. Dan’s fingers squeezed into the nerves on each side of the neck and shoulders.

The pain instantly paralyzed Nick, who was on his hands and knees. He didn’t make a sound, but his straining facial muscles clearly showed the anguish. Still, Nick had learned how to tolerate pain. He knew he had to outlast Dan in order to make a comeback. And he did. When Dan’s grip weakened, Nick threw him off, then smashed a fist into his gut. He yanked off Dan’s Levi’s and crouched behind him as he rose to his feet. He curled an arm around Dan’s waist, put a hand on his butt and lifted him up high. Nick brought him down so that the guy’s open crotch fell squarely on Nick’s waiting knee. Dan sank to the ground in agony.

Smiling at the success of the atomic drop, Nick rolled Dan onto his back. He pulled the jockstrap down and gripped Dan’s long tool.

“Now I’m gonna show ya what I do to guys with big cocks!”

He took a strap from the jock, wound it around the cock several times, and held the ends taut. “Say your prayers, man!”

Nick pulled the elastic with both hands, forcing the strap deeply into the cockflesh. Dan yelled as the muscleboy pulled with all his strength.

Dan either had to beg for mercy or do something fast. He raised himself to his knees with great effort, so that both guys were on their knees facing each other. Dan reached between Nick’s legs and grasped his hard nuts. Nick didn’t make a move to stop him. He had good reasons. He needed both hands to keep punishing Dan’s rod, and he was proud of his tough balls. They’d been worked on by guys before, but he’d always make the jocks submit in the end. He also wanted to give Dan one last chance to master him, although he knew it couldn’t happen.

Dan went after Nick’s nuts with one of his special holds. He jerked the basket down and started to twist it. Nick didn’t expect him to twist very far, but Dan continued. A weak, sick feeling grew in Nick’s balls, then sharp pains darted through them. Nick gasped. The other guys crowded around, amazed to see Nick in trouble. Robby couldn’t believe he was actually seeing that awesome physique cave in. It was a sight a lot of guys would pay big money to witness.

“Go for it!” encouraged Matt. “Rip his nuts off!”

Dan dug his fingernails into the nuts. Nick cried out at last, dropping the strap. “No!” he screamed.

Dan had done it. He sat there with his winning, killing grip on Nick’s balls and didn’t want to let go. It was electrifying to have his hand between Nick’s muscular legs and a crushing hold on the guy’s nuts. Watching the hunk on his knees in total submission was an experience he wanted to savor.

Dan’s cock began to twitch. He felt the juice seething within him, ready to leap upward. He started pushing his hips forward in sexy, rhythmic thrusts. His body appeared to be straining as much as Nick’s was.

“Dig that!” said Matt. “He’s gonna shoot without pulling the trigger!”

Dan’s rod was frozen in pleasure as it nudged the fresh, night air.

“Come on, do it!” said Eric.

The juice rose slowly, prolonging Dan’s throbbing ecstasy. At last the cock erupted with a powerful burst. As loads of heavy cream fired onto Nick’s belly, Dan corkscrewed the nuts even further. Nick yelled, furiously trying to dislodge Dan’s hand.

The guys got really pumped up watching this gutsy scene. Matt began to involuntarily stroke his hard tool. Keith pulled the hand away and went to work on the tool with his own. Eric was running his fingers over Robby’s great ass. Like the others, Robby was spellbound by what Dan was doing. But he also felt a strange brotherly sympathy for Nick, and a grudge against Dan for what he’d done back at the cottage. He had to act.

Robby jumped up and imprisoned Dan in a well-executed sleeper hold. Dan fought to maintain his victory grip on Nick, but the sleeper was doing its work. Dan’s hand dropped away from Nick’s basket, then his whole body gradually became limp in Robby’s arms. Nick fell to the ground on his back. He squirmed in torment, holding his smarting basket. Robby didn’t break the hold until he was sure he’d sapped all the strength from the hunk.

Dan toppled over and the blond stud sat up on his knees looking like sex incorporated. The defeated had become the champion, at least for the moment.

After they took a short time-out, four naked wrestlers sprinted down the beach laughing. Presently Nick heard distant yells and splashes. He wanted to get up and join them, but he couldn’t move. A gentle breeze snuffed out the fire, leaving the two muscleboys beside each other in the warm night.

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