Plaything

“You sure you wanna do this, boy?”

Barefoot Ethan looked like a Marine standing at attention—broad shoulders, shaved head, great biceps. “Yes, sir! Go ahead, sir!”

Judd put his hands under Ethan’s tee shirt and ran them up and down the youth’s sides as he talked. “You ready to give your body to me?”

“Yes, sir. My whole body. No limits, sir.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Judd pulled the tee shirt up and off, leaving Ethan bare-chested in his beltless, worn, light blue Levis. He felt the youth’s chest and abs, then walked behind, feeling and massaging Ethan’s back and shoulders. His fingers moved down to the soft Levis. They checked out Ethan’s round butt and the denim-covered asscrack. “You’re wearin’ your Levis just the way you should—crotch tight.” He slid a hand between the legs and rubbed Ethan’s crotch and testicles. “Nice balls, boy—the kind I like to play with.”

The muscleman returned to face the youth. Ethan could easily see the guy’s large balls and erect cock through the ultra-thin fabric of Judd’s white, no-fly brief.

Judd felt the long bulge in the youth’s Levis. “You’re already hard, that’s good.” Judd slowly rubbed the bulge for a while, making it even stiffer. He paused occasionally to squeeze parts of it. “You wearin’ anything under your Levis?”

“No, sir.”

“I bet you sometimes like to cum in them. Am I right?”

“You’re right, sir.”

The muscleman began to focus on the cockhead, rubbing it lightly. Ethan closed his eyes, appearing as though he’d waited a long time for a strong, handsome guy to pleasure him that way. “Your cockhead feels like it wants to push through your jeans!”

Ethan widened his stance.

Judd grinned. “I know you’re gettin’ close, boy. I’m gonna make you cum—but not yet. Our play time has just started. Hands behind your back—and keep ‘em there.”

Judd placed his open left hand on Ethan’s butt and formed a fist with his right hand. He held his fist near the youth’s cockhead, then suddenly punched it. The sharp impact made Ethan grunt. It would have pushed him backward , but Judd held the butt firmly to hold him in place. He let the youth recover for a moment, then struck the cockhead again.

“Do you like me punchin’ your cock?”

“Yes, sir! It hurts and feels good too.”

Judd slammed his fist into the head for the third time, then a fourth time, and a fifth. He patted Ethan’s ass, rewarding the youth for taking the punches like a man. “I bet I could make you cum this way if I punched your cock enough times.”

Ethan didn’t reply, but Judd could see the cockhead pushing into the Levis harder, as if enticing the fist to keep up the strikes. The muscle-stud checked the head with his fingers. “Yeah, very nice, boy.”

Judd opened the Levis and slowly pulled down the zipper . He peeled the jeans down to the floor. Ethan kicked them off. Judd gazed at the youth’s upright shaft and large, well-defined balls. He motioned to Ethan’s thighs. “Spread ‘em.”

Ethan moved his legs into a wide stance.

“Yeah, show me those horse balls of yours.” Judd held both hands in front of his own balls and simulated a squeezing motion with his fingers, letting Ethan know what would happen next. “Step forward, boy.”

Ethan moved closer, until he had his testicles touching Judd’s open hands. Judd closed a hand around each testicle. The youth jerked.

“You can rest your chin on my shoulder, but keep your hands behind you unless I tell you to move them.”

At first, Judd started to feel the youth’s balls in an unthreatening manner. Each hand examined its prize carefully, and thoroughly. The exam went on so long that Ethan grew to accept, even like, Judd’s fingers around his balls. He began to relax. The youth soon rested his chin on Judd’s shoulder, pressing his head against the side of Judd’s head affectionately. But the hands began to move the testicles in strange ways—separating them, or lifting them up, or putting gentle downward pulls on them. Sometimes Judd found a particular position that he especially liked and held the balls that way for an extended period.

After a few minutes, Judd used more serious tactics. He began to squeeze one testicle, then the other, then both at once. He gradually increased the pressure and the length of the squeezes. Ethan groaned and gasped, not knowing what to do.

“Wanna submit, boy?”

“No, sir!”

“You can hold me if that’ll make you feel better.”

Ethan immediately put his arms around Judd’s shoulders.

The large size of the youth’s balls allowed Judd to try out many different kinds of squeezes on them—pressing into a testicle from both sides, applying pressure from the top or bottom, or by pushing his thumb down on the top of the testicle as he pushed his fingers up from its bottom, one of Judd’s favorites.

Ethan’s balls also moved on their own, reacting to waves of pleasure inside the youth. At times they rose to the top of the sack—something that turned Judd on. He liked to loosen his hold on the balls in order to let them rise so he could force them back down against their will. He did that a lot.

Of course, Ethan couldn’t didn’t see these moves on his balls, just feel them. And most of those moves translated as a deep, growing pleasure to him. Judd knew that. He could feel the sack skin stiffen as he worked on the balls. In addition, Ethan began to stroke Judd’s upper back—another sign that the youth liked and trusted Judd with his balls.

But after this fun, Judd got into more serious ball wrestling. A long, double ball squeeze made Ethan freeze up in fear.

“Do your ‘nads hurt, boy?”

“A little, sir.”

“I’m gonna make your balls harder, tougher. Think you’ll last through this training, boy?”

“I think so, sir!” Ethan clamped his teeth together and clutched the stud, determined to show his perseverance and guts. When Judd didn’t release the crushing hold on his balls, the youth grabbed the stud’s shoulders.

“Your balls can take this, and more!” Judd insisted. “Tell me to squeeze harder.”

In between loud groans, Ethan got up his courage. “Squeeze ‘em harder, sir!”

Judd applied considerably more pressure to the balls, making the youth’s eyes open wide. He cried out loudly. He didn’t submit, but he did claw into Judd with his fingernails until at long last the stud let the testicles hang free.

“Good job, boy.”

Ethan smiled a little, but his breaths came so fast that it took him a long time to breathe normally.

“Your balls can take more than you thought.”

“Yes, sir. Next time I won’t act like such a wimp.”

Judd massaged the youth’s butt. “I’m gonna give you another chance, boy—we’re gonna do an alpha-balls contest.” He stepped back and stripped off his brief, showing Ethan his erect shaft and solid-looking ball sack. “Ever done that?”

“No, sir.” Ethan already felt intimidated as he stared at Judd’s beautiful, naked body for the first time.

“It only takes one hand.”

Judd moved forward again and brought the youth’s right hand to his sack. He bent Ethan’s fingers around it until they encompassed both of his balls. Then he took hold of the youth’s sack in the same way with his right hand. “We’re gonna see who can make the other guy submit first. Before we start, make sure of your grip.”

Both guys adjusted their fingers around each other’s balls.

“You ready, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“On three: one, two, three!”
The guys pushed forward, chest-to-chest. Judd began with a power squeeze that nearly paralyzed Ethan. But he fought back, bear hugging the stud’s stiff ball sack. Never having squeezed a dude’s balls, he held back somewhat, not wanting to use too much pressure on the sexy sack.

Judd sensed that. “That’s all you got? Give it to ‘em, boy! Let me feel a killer squeeze!”

With that go-ahead, Ethan crushed the balls with all his strength. Judd grunted and put his left hand on the youth’s shoulder as if stunned. Ethan kept the pressure on, enjoying the thought that he might actually win this scary contest. Yet as the youth continued to squeeze, Judd seemed to somehow adapt to it. Suddenly the stud’s fingers crushed into Ethan’s balls with a new, demolishing move that made the kid gasp and moan in terror. He fought back his tears, but he really wanted to cry uncontrollably.

Judd added to the misery by starting a slow, downward pull on Ethan’s ball sack. As he did so, Judd could feel the youth’s hold on his own balls gradually weakening. He kept pulling down, forcing the youth lower and lower, until he had Ethan on his knees. Judd grinned and dropped to one knee as his sack-pull went on.

“I submit, sir!”

“All the way—on your hands and knees, boy!”

His face contorted in pain, Ethan took that position. Judd eased his grip, but didn’t release the hold until he had given the balls a massage that comforted and relaxed the youth. When he finished, Judd pushed Ethan’s chest to the mat.

“Good try, boy!”

Judd sat on Ethan’s butt, facing the youth’s shoulders. He grasped the arms, pulled them up and hooked them over his muscular thighs. Ethan groaned as Judd gripped his jaw with both hands and locked him in a camel clutch. But it got worse. The stud kept pulling his head back, bending the youth’s spine more and more. In the past Ethan had observed lots of wrestlers use this hold, yet to him it seemed that Judd had wrenched him back way beyond what he had ever witnessed.

“I submit! I submit, sir!” he gasped.

“Yeah, I’ve got you, boy! I’m also gonna put you out cold!”

Judd wrapped an arm around Ethan’s neck and tightened it against his throat. The choke took place almost immediately. The youth could feel his awareness fading away. His hands tried to reach out—not to escape, but to grasp onto something as Judd’s muscles overpowered him. His eyes slowly closed, yet he felt his cock stiffen, longing for Judd to put him to sleep. Everything about the hold—or his dream about the hold—began to feel sexy: Judd’s ass against his butt, his body trapped between Judd’s strong thighs, Judd’s arm around him, Judd’s balls and cock pressed into his back. Ethan’s hands could reach out no more and went limp.

Judd released the hold and sat beside the youth, gazing at the handsome, conquered body. He rolled Ethan onto his back and played for a moment with the kid’s long rod and each of his firm balls. Then he picked up the body and lowered it onto his outstretched knee. He awakened Ethan with some light slaps on his face. The dazed youth found himself across Judd’s thigh in a back-breaker. But the strain on his back seemed minor compared to the camel clutch. Judd held him in place with a hand on his upper chest and his other on Ethan’s thigh.

“Did you like your little sleep, boy?”

Still recovering from the hold, Ethan replied with halting words. “I… yes… it felt good when you put me out, sir.”

“Now I’m gonna make you feel even better.”

Judd lowered his head to the youth’s cock and captured the upper half in his mouth. Ethan groaned in a loud voice. Judd’s mouth brought the shaft to an upright position. He moved his hand from Ethan’s thigh to his ball sack, hold- ing it loosely. Without moving his head, Judd sucked and rubbed the cock with his tongue, accelerating the youth’s pleasure and weakening him at the same time. When the balls tried to leap up in excitement, the stud tightened his hold and held them back. That controlling move made Ethan groan again, this time in more of a deep, erotic yell.

“I’m gonna cum! I can’t stop it, sir!”

Judd continued to tongue the cock. Ethan’s body tightened, then the sweet, potent juice of youth started to explode from the hole. As the loads pumped out, Judd made sure he swallowed them all. At the same time, Judd applied recurrent pulls on Ethan’s balls in the rhythm of the cock’s pumping—as though that produced each shot of sperm. The combination of Judd’s mouth around the youth’s cock and the pulls on his balls ensnared Ethan in an ecstatic yet ruinous pleasure that permeated his entire body. He reacted as though Judd had him trapped in a super painful submission hold. The straining youth cried out, appearing like he wanted to free himself from the backbreaker: he clawed at Judd’s body, he spread his legs wide in exasperation, he tried to kick out of the hold. But extreme pleasure in his cock caused that reaction, not the back-breaker. Ethan wanted it and instantly became its addict. The pleasure made him incapable of feeling anything else. His hands again reached out, this time begging for more. One hand grabbed Judd’s lower leg, the other one seized the stud’s arm. Ethan held onto his conqueror tightly as the sperm shot out and down Judd’s throat.

Judd continued his sucking and ball-pulling until he had taken all of the youth’s full loads, plus the lesser, final spurts. Then the stud let Ethan drop to the mat on his back. He put a hand in the youth’s heaving chest, both to claim his victory and to calm him. “I like seeing you wrestle with the pleasure, boy!”

Judd took hold of Ethan’s feverish cock with his other hand. The youth jerked from the renewed, intense pleasure. “I like how it shoots, boy, and what it shoots. It’s mine now, any time I want it.”

“Yes, sir. My cock is yours, sir.”

Judd moved onto Ethan’s thighs and straddled them up on his knees. “I’m gonna like wrestlin’ it and makin’ it submit to me!” He took hold of the bottom half of Ethan’s shaft with his right hand and seized most of the upper half with his left. “This is my new, two-handed joystick!”

Judd slowly pulled the shaft toward him, forcing it to move against its will—like pulling a guy’s leg backward into a crab position. The youth grunted as the pressure put an increasing strain on his shaft. Judd grinned sadistically, pulling it radically back and sometimes to the left and right.

With Judd up on his knees, Ethan paid closer attention to the stud’s balls and huge, upright cock. But Judd soon broke his attention by holding the cock upright and beginning to gently massage the top of the head with the thumb of his left hand. That caused Ethan’s body to jerk in spams of post-orgasmic pleasure.

“Please, sir! Not that!”

Judd continued the feather-like massage as the youth cried out and pleaded with him to stop. Ethan wanted to pull the stud’s hand off of his cock but didn’t want to disobey the muscular stud.

“Tell me you love this, boy!”

The youth could hardly speak. His body twisted, his arms flailed. Unable to take this prolonged, agonizing pleasure, he finally shouted the words Judd wanted to hear. “O.K! I love it! I love it!”

Judd lifted his thumb in a gesture of mercy and sat down on his folded legs, getting comfortable on Ethan’s thighs. “I love watching you suffer!”

But the mercy lasted only a few seconds. The stud placed the pad of his thumb directly on the cum hole. He began to lightly and repeatedly brush his thumb across it, inflaming the hole’s super-sensitive ridge. Ethan went crazy. But Judd kept the teasing the cum hole. In a state of near delirium, the youth cried out from the extraordinary feeling that no male can tolerate. Judd smiled at the writhing youth, trapped in the ultimate submission hold—and also the ultimate sex hold.

“Yeah! There’s no escape from this, boy! I own all of you—your body, your mind, and your sperm! You’re gonna cum when I allow you to!”

At that moment, Judd halted the motion of his thumb, yet kept it against the hole. “Since I know you love this, I’m gonna keep my thumb right here for you, boy!”

Ethan stopped fidgeting, but remained tense, unsure of what would happen next.

“A cock usually goes soft after a guy cums. But yours is stayin’ totally solid. You’ve got an awesome one, dude!” Judd paused. “And it’s long enough to hold both of my hands—a perfect cock for this…!”

Judd suddenly pushed his thumb down on the rigid cum hole. Ethan screamed as unbearable pleasure took control of him once more. His jaw dropped. “No! I can’t take this!” His upper body flew off the floor and fell back again—and did that more times than he could remember. His hands became clenched fists.

When Judd at last reduced the pressure and again left his thumb sitting atop the hole, Ethan had become so excited that he could hardly catch his breath. The whole cockhead swelled in pleasure.

“Damn, this is hot, boy! Your hole is so stiff I can feel it all the way down to your balls!”

“No more! Please, sir!”

Judd disregarded the plea and suddenly bore down on the open hole.

Ethan yelped louder than before. Unable to move his legs, the youth flung his body up and down again in alarm. He grabbed Judd’s arms.

“Keep your hands at your sides, boy!” He pushed down harder on the cum hole.

That forced even louder screams from Ethan. He let go of Judd’s arms and fell to the mat, keeping his hands down as ordered. He clenched his fists and stared at the ceiling, trying with all his might to endure the torment at the top of his pleasure pole.

Judd finally lifted his thumb from the hole and bent down to look at it more closely. “Damn! The rim of your hole is all thick and red—it likes the way I’m wrestlin’ it!” Judd pushed his thumb against it once more, smiling through his teeth.

Ethan uttered a gasping cry as an excruciating pleasure drilled into his cockhead. “Please—I can’t take any more! I give, sir! I give!”

Judd removed his thumb from the hole and gave the breathless youth a rest. But he kept his thumb poised just above the youth’s hole. He looked down at Ethan’s balls. “Can you feel your nuts movin’ up and down, boy? You know what that means?”

The youth shook his head no.

“It means they’re full of sperm again. I’m gonna take that cum, boy!”

Judd tapped lightly on the hole several times with his thumb—enough to keep Ethan at a pleasure peak, but not enough to make him cum. He did that infrequently, because the resulting pleasure always brought Ethan closer to an orgasm. At first he tapped in groups of five or six. Later the taps steadily decreased as the youth’s pleasure grew. Ethan gradually groaned louder, unaware that each time the thumb tapped on his cum hole, the sperm rose a little higher in his shaft.

In the game that Judd played, he wanted to keep the cock filled with as much sperm as possible—without pushing it over the edge. He succeeded in that relentlessly, forcing the youth to contend with a move that both simultaneously turned him on and wore him out. As the game went on, Judd occasionally teased out a drop of two of fresh pre-cum, which began to coat the cockhead.

“You have beautiful cum, boy.” He picked up some with a finger and put it in his mouth. “And still delicious! But this time when you cum, I’m gonna study how your cock pumps it—and how far it can shoot.”

Ethan’s body froze in pleasure as he heard those words. “Do it, sir!”

Judd placed his thumb on the hard, wet cockhead. “Only when I decide to, boy!”

“Sorry, sir! I wanna cum so bad!”

Judd kept his thumb on the hole, feeling it pulse and release more pre-cum. He needed no further tapping to keep the youth’s shaft totally filled with sperm. Just having his thumb on the hole did the job he wanted. Ethan’s body re- mained paralyzed with pleasure, straining on high alert as he waited for Judd to set his pump into action.

Judd made him wait an agonizingly long time for it. “Now you’re gonna show me how you pump!” He gently slid the thumb across the slippery cockhead, immediately triggering the orgasm. Cum shot several feet upward in eight long streams as the youth yelled in pleasure.

Judd didn’t let go of his two-handed grip on the shaft until every drop had spurted out. The exhausted, cum-covered youth lay motionless. Judd moved beside him and placed an open hand on his chest, and his other hand on Ethan’s lower abs to calm him down.

Judd watched the still-twitching cock. “You’ve got a great shooter here, boy!”

“Thank you, sir! I’ll shoot off for you anytime you want!”

“I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”

Judd stood up in a wide stance, displaying his balls and upright cock. To Ethan they appeared more magnificent than ever.

“May I hold your balls, sir?”

“Yes, every day from now on, boy.”

Ethan lifted his hand and groped each testicle. “Damn, they feel like two, polished rocks, sir.”

“Every time I touch you, they get packed with more cum. Are you ready to take it, boy?” Judd pulled Ethan up on his knees in front of him.

The youth moved closer, bringing his face within inches of the tall, upright shaft. “Yes sir, I’ll try my best.”

Judd pulled his cock down to Ethan’s open mouth and slowly pushed it in about halfway. “That’s good, boy. Your warm mouth feels awesome around it.”

The stud gave Ethan a long time to adjust to the new sensation. Eventually the youth began to move his head back and forth, caressing the big rod.

“No, boy.” He held Ethan’s head in place. “Just suck it. Use your tongue.”

Ethan did as ordered and felt the cock stiffening further.

“Yeah, make love to it with your mouth.”

Judd widened his stance. Ethan reached behind the stud and seized his ass cakes with both hands. He wanted to feel the round ass, but he also wanted to hold on to it while Judd unloaded his cum.

The stud began to groan as pleasure grew inside his shaft. He held Ethan’s head firmly so it couldn’t move. “You’re gonna take it all, boy! Every drop!”

A few seconds later, Judd’s sperm exploded, firing huge loads down Ethan’s throat. “Yeah, swallow it!”

The youth did take every load and every drop, and he took it eagerly—not just out of respect for Judd, but also because he wanted some of his stud-idol inside him.

After the orgasm, Judd dropped to his knees and gave Ethan a long hug. “Good job, boy! Did you like what I fed ya?”

“Oh yes, sir! You ever gonna feed me again?”

“Every day, boy.” Judd pulled the youth to the mat on his back and pinned him, schoolboy style. He slid forward, resting his ballsack on Ethan’s chin.

“Thank you, sir!” Ethan put his hands on Judd’s thighs and stroked them. Then he admired the stud’s chest and biceps with his hands, always looking at the still-erect cock towering above him.

Judd locked his bent legs behind Ethan’s head. His cock twitched excitedly as he tightened them into an escape-proof scissors. “Want your face full of my cum, boy?”

“Yes, sir! Can you cum so soon?”

“I can, if I put ya out with this hold.”

“Then put me to sleep, sir!”

Judd’s legs put a serious squeeze on the youth’s neck. Ethan gasped, trying to take in air. His hands slowly slipped from the stud’s biceps to the lower arms. Judd’s cock filled with pleasure. Before Ethan’s eyelids closed, he saw the cock erupt in big squirts and fall onto his face. The youth’s arms fell to his sides.

Ethan awoke on a bed, with his face and chest against the mattress. He felt a little groggy, but happy. Judd had a hand around his balls, gently massaging them. As he played with the balls, he also pulled on the sack, slowly stretching it away from the youth’s crotch. “How do your nuts feel, boy?”

“Good, sir.”

When Judd had the balls stretched beyond Ethan’s butt where he could view them, he started to squeeze. At first the squeezing didn’t bother the youth. But soon Judd put more muscle into it. “Wanna submit?”

“No sir. Not yet, sir!”

Judd continued, sometimes squeezing the balls with more force, and sometimes with less. The stud had his other hand pressing down on Ethan’s ass to keep the kid from moving. Ethan groaned, but never submitted. “If you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna make me cum, sir!”

“That’s the idea!”

(end)