Stress Test

I wouldn’t have found Scott’s place without his directions. He lived on a short, hard-to-find street, in an upstairs apartment that had once been part of an old fraternity house. As I walked across the yard, the unusual quietness of the night began to bother me. I could hear the sound of my high-tops swishing through the moist grass. A door on the front porch led to a narrow, enclosed stairway. It was impossible to go up the steps softly: the creaks seemed loud enough to wake the neighbors, or the dead.

I realized that I was very nervous. Why did I ever agree to take part in this kind of thing? What was I getting myself into? A sickening weakness invaded my gut. I stopped, ready to turn back. Just then a door opened at the top of the stairs and Scott stepped out to meet me. The sight of that smiling stud gave me the assurance I needed. If HE was in, I would be, too.

“How ya doin’, Wes?” he said cheerfully.

A good-looking guy, Scott was tall, slender, in terrific shape, and had wild, reddish hair. He had a white tee shirt on, and jeans that really hugged his perfect ass and thighs. He handed me a beer and showed me the apartment. It was small, but the living room was quite large. The furniture had been pushed against one wall and a large gym mat laid in its center. Around the mat sat three hunks who looked as great as Scott, maybe better. They introduced themselves as Brian, Paul and Dean.

Before I had much of a chance to look them over better, four more hunks walked in. Each one was fantastic and could easily have been a model. Seeing them made me almost dizzy with excitement. The place looked like a Levi’s con­vention. And everybody’s fit was tight and sexy—just the way I like it.

We had a few beers and talked for a while. It was a great, friendly group. I learned that we all attended the University, although only Terry, Kevin and I were Freshmen. Craig and Mack would graduate soon and they, along with Scott and Dean, were the founders of this little “club.” The others had been in for a year or two. Tonight was the first time for Brian and me. Neither of us knew exactly what was going to happen. Brian was pretty uneasy about it, and that made some of my nervousness return. These guys were strangers to me, except Scott, and I had known him for only six days. I recalled our first accidental meeting at the gym…..

I was in the showers alone, feeling really horny. I got myself lathered up good and couldn’t resist giving my cock a workout. The muscle was rock-hard in my hands when Scott stepped in the shower room. I froze in terror. He looked at me and grinned.

“You’ve sure got a whopper there,” he said. “Think I’ll have some fun, too.”

The jock covered his stiffening dick with soap. He grasped the base of the rod with one hand and began pulling on the long tool with the other. I smiled, relieved that this guy was no threat. Maybe he could even turn out to be a new friend. He walked up close to me and stood with his legs spread wide.

“I like it THIS way,” he said, slowly sliding his hand up and down the taut skin. As I watched him I became more aroused than ever. My cock started to twitch.

“Here, I’ll show ya.” He wrapped his fingers around my hot tool. Instantly it throbbed with excitement. I hadn’t had many gay contacts, and that made the thrill especially intense. Soon Scott was driving me crazy with pleasure. Suddenly he put a crushing squeeze on my cock. I didn’t flinch because I felt pleasure rather than pain.

“You like it kinda rough, don’t ya!” he said.

“That’s not rough, it’s heaven!” I answered.

He laughed, let go of my tool and slapped me on the back. “Do you go for wrestling?”

“Sure,” I said.

“I know some guys you should meet. We have a group.”

“A wrestling club?”

“Sort of. God, is it ever fun. You wouldn’t believe some of the things we do.”

So here I was—not knowing what to expect, but enjoying the company of these jocks. I couldn’t help staring at all the fantastic bodies sprawled around the room. It sure was fun watching them horse around or practice favorite wrestling holds on each other. To me it seemed like Terry, Mack and Craig were the most aggressive of the bunch. Mack kept taunting Terry until the two got into a neat mini match. Terry went for a choke but couldn’t sustain it. Mack threw him on his back, then used a hold I’ve never seen.

Mack got down on his knees above Terry’s head, sandwiched the dude’s head between his powerful thighs, and pulled both arms back alongside his legs. The curly-haired hunk was forced to lie on his back while Mack prolonged the hold. With legs spread and the seams of his skin-tight white jeans wedged into his crotch, Terry immediately became the center of attention. Seeing that Terry was trapped and didn’t have the use of his arms, Craig crawled over and started tickling the two big bulges in Terry’s crotch. Terry laughed and squirmed as his rod pushed into the denim.

I envied Craig. I wanted to put my hand where his was. I watched closely as he played with Terry’s nuts through the tight Levi’s. There was something overwhelmingly sexy about seeing a guy’s equipment getting manhandled and knowing he’s powerless to do anything about it. From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view of Terry’s crotch and the bulging nuts. Craig put a long squeeze on one of them, then the other. I stared as if in a trance.

Scott nudged me and winked. “You dig this, don’t you.”

“Yeah, this is neat shit!” I responded, without taking my eyes off the action.

Craig grabbed both of Terry’s balls and clamped down on them. Terry didn’t scream or beg—he seemed to enjoy it.

Scott nudged me again. “This is why we call ourselves the Organ Grinders!”

Craig and Mack finally broke their holds. Terry rubbed his nuts and smiled.

“O.K. dudes, listen up,” said Scott loudly. “We have a couple of new guys, so we’re goin’ over a few things. First, we formed this private club because we love to wrestle, and because all of us are into submission holds. We’re training to master all kinds of submissions, but especially the ones used only on male bodies. We teach each other how to do them and how to survive them. Tonight we’ve got a championship matchup, some demonstrations, and maybe two initiations. Remember, if you’re trying to get a submission, you can use any part of your body, but no objects.”

“Aw shucks!” said Mack. “That means I brought my whip for nothin’!”

Scott continued. “You’re allowed to have someone help hold your guy, but only YOU can touch him in the approved places—the rod, the crotch and the nuts. You can wear a jock or a brief, or jeans, but nothing more.”

“Love those rules!” laughed Dean.

“If the hold is on YOU,” explained Scott, “you have to be naked and hard.”

“And you need plenty of guts!” added Craig.

“For sure,” agreed Scott. “You have to hold out for as long as you can. You can’t resist. If you don’t like what the guy is doing to you, you’re not allowed to beat him up! Just yell ‘time’ and the clock stops. And if he makes you shoot, it’s counted as an automatic submission. Now, how about another demo? Craig and Kevin—wanna show off for a minute?”

“Sounds good to me,” said Craig. Kevin nodded. The two crawled to the center of the mat and exchanged a few quiet words. Then Kevin began to strip. I hated to see him peel off those crotch-hugging, faded Levi’s, but his naked body was even more terrific to behold. His cock must have been eight or nine inches and the basket was firm and tight. He stretched out on his back and spread his legs far apart. Craig sat between Kevin’s legs and motioned for the rest of us to move in close.

“I’m gonna show you how to do the ‘third finger’ on a basket,” he said, giving us all the finger. Craig positioned the tip of his finger on the bottom of Kevin’s waiting basket. He kept the finger straight and started to push it into the hard mass like a huge needle, slowly separating the swollen balls.

“Get your finger back to the stiff shaft. There’s a place down low on it that’s real sensitive for most guys. Feel around until you hit it.”

Craig had to probe for only a few seconds. Kevin’s body jerked.

“See how easy it is?” said Craig with a laugh. “Now work your finger into that sucker, like this.”

Kevin clenched both fists as Craig snaked his finger deep inside the basket and attacked the touchy spot. Kevin’s rod, which stretched over his gut to the navel, reared up temptingly. Craig drilled into Kevin with more and more pressure, pulling the skin tightly around his nuts. Kevin’s mouth opened, either from pleasure or pain, or a mixture of the two. From the looks of his turned-on cock though, it must have been pleasure.

Kev loves this one—don’t ya, stud!” said Craig, pushing even harder into the rod and basket. If I keep this up for another minute, ol’ Kev will shoot like crazy! But you get the idea, right?” Craig withdrew his finger, then gave Kevin’s cock a friendly squeeze.

“Thanks guys,” said Scott. “Now, any challenges tonight?”

Dean spoke up first. “Yeah. I want Randy.”

Randy must have come in after the others. Shorter than any of us, he looked like a kid, a punk, rugged but handsome. He could have passed for sixteen, but I knew he had to be several years older. He pulled off his jeans, then his gym-gray jockstrap. He was sporting a beefy, partially-hard cock, had thick brown hair, and a smooth, unusually muscular body. As he walked toward Dean I wondered what was in store for the little stud.

Dean stood waiting in the center of the mat. He sure looked great in his tight, well-worn jeans. Without a shirt, his super chest and biceps were a feast for the eyes. Randy took a wide stance. Dean got behind him and coiled both arms around the kid’s waist. Then both hands reached just under Randy’s basket and found what they were after. Paul was sitting on his knees nearby and looked up at the hold carefully.

“He’s gonna use the ‘crotch-killer’,” he said with a grin.

Randy steadied himself. Suddenly Dean squeezed like mad with both hands. He made a nasty growl as his fingers strangled the hard crotch shaft just beneath the nutsack. Randy didn’t cry out, but his face muscles started to tighten from the force of the hold. He closed his eyes. His mouth fell open.

Dean’s arms bulged as he put more and more muscle onto the kid’s crotch. His strength allowed him to sustain the hold with almost no effort, and he enjoyed every second of it. In a way, it seemed as if the kid enjoyed it, too. He thrust his basket and cock way out, intentionally showing us what he had. Who wouldn’t? It was stuff to be proud of. Trapped in Dean’s grip, Randy was the hottest looking stud you could imagine. Even though he had to be suffer­ing, I got a great thrill out of seeing him locked in this sexy hold.

“Had enough, boy?” whispered Dean.

Randy only moaned. Keeping his hands in Randy’s crotch, Dean lifted the guy several inches off the mat. He held him up there, continuing to crush his victim without mercy. Randy was weakening. I wondered how anyone could take that kind of hold for so long. Finally it conquered him and he had to submit.

“Not bad,” said Scott. “A little over two minutes. Not a new record, but very close.”

During the next hour the other guys took turns with each other, showing off their best holds, or trying to set new endurance records. Watching all the sexy action at close range made Brian and I very hard, as anyone could tell by looking at the bulges in our jeans. Then, what I had been dreading was at hand.

“Waddya say, Brian—wanna be initiated?” asked Scott. “It looks like you’re in the mood!”

“What the hell. Sure,” answered Brian. He tried to sound upbeat, but I sensed his inner terror.

Brian didn’t hesitate: he wanted Terry. Terry smiled. He’d been eyeing Brian all night and was obviously anxious to get at him. When Brian’s jeans and brief came off, we all gawked. The guy’s stiff rod outdid anyone’s in the room in length and thickness. To say it was ten inches wouldn’t be exagger­ating. Terry marveled at its size, and I guessed that’s what he would zero in on. I was right. Wearing just a jockstrap, Terry kneeled behind Brian, who stood naked on the mat, legs spread. Terry reached a hand between Brian’s thighs and held the giant muscle.

“All set?” asked Terry.

“Yeah.”

Terry put a king-sized squeeze on the giant. Brian’s hands dove for his rod instinctively, but stopped just before they got to Terry’s hand: he remembered that you weren’t allowed to interfere—you could only give up, and Brian wasn’t about to do that so soon. So Brian’s open hands froze in the air close to his captured cock. But Terry was after more than just a big cock squeeze. He pulled the tool toward the mat slowly, until it pointed straight down. Brian was now on the edge of panic. His hands gripped his thighs des­perately. How far was Terry going to go? Terry stood up and continued pulling the rod, gradually forcing the monster backward into Brian’s crotch. He took his time. We watched Terry overpower the huge tool and bend it to his will.

Brian couldn’t stand it any longer. “No more! Time!” he yelled.

Terry eased the rod forward again and set it free. Brian dropped to his knees, exhausted but relieved. He stared down at his massive muscle for a long time, as if shocked that it survived the ordeal.

Terry reassured him. “I didn’t injure it, man. You’ve got a tough one. You’d need a bunch of us to give it a real problem!”

“You were in for over a minute,” Scott announced to Brian. “God, that’s great for a first time. Glad to have you in the group!”

Everyone congratulated Brian by mobbing him! We held him down and tickled him into another submission, using the chance to get acquainted with his award-winning sex muscle.

“Your turn, Wes,” said Dean. “Who’s your guy?”

I nervously scanned the hunky bodies around me, wishing I could stare for hours at every inch of their irresistible, honed masculinity. My eyes captured Paul’s. Or, had his eyes captured mine? It didn’t seem to mater. Maybe we had chosen each other. Paul had short hair, darkly-tanned skin and was naked except for his low cut, white brief. He looked like a body­builder and was probably the tallest guy in the group. When he got up and came over to me, I lost any fears about what he might do. I wanted to be overwhelmed by that fantastic body. I stood up and stripped automatically.

Paul faced me and studied my basket. My low-hanging nuts must have really turned him on. His hand reached down and started playing with them. He grinned as they began to harden. A few moments later he stepped behind me. Before I knew what was happening, Paul had me in a sleeper hold. At first, the hold seemed to have little effect on me. Then Paul tightened it. I put my hands on his python arms and felt his bulging biceps—even caressed them.

Paul suddenly gave my head a jerk, followed by several more. After that, the hold began to do its work more powerfully. My legs grew limp. I spread them wide for better support, but that was only temporary. My arms fell from his stone-like biceps to my sides. My legs became weaker and soon I had to sink to the mat on my knees. I was losing it.

But strangely, my cock felt stronger, more aroused than ever. In a matter of seconds it lifted itself fully upright for all to see. I scowled in confusion. My consciousness dimmed, my awareness flickered like a candle in a breeze. I tried to grab at the flickering light with my hands. My body sank steadily downward now, unable to fight gravity, which felt like hundreds of hands pulling me lower and lower. The walls, the ceiling, the guys huddled nearby—began to move with incredible slowness. It made me dizzy. Things looked darker. I could feel my shoulders against the mat.

Then, all I could see was blackness. I couldn’t move, yet I could still hear faint voices, as if coming from a distant room. Dream-like images invaded my spinning mind. I saw Paul crouching over my body. His thighs and chest looked enormous, distorted, like a super-sexed figure in an erotic dream. A narrow band of cum rolled down his huge cock. I wanted to touch his mammoth balls, but I was still too weak to move.

A wonderful sensation grew between my legs. It made my cock tickle and feel gi­gantic. Paul had his fingers on it, all over it. An overwhelming pleasure flooded the big muscle. I heard a voice in the distance say, “Yeah, that’s it! You’ve got him!” The words echoed over and over in my mind. Finally I could see the hold a little more clearly. Paul had my nuts and lower cock trapped in the crook of his elbow. As he bent the arm and flexed his biceps for the guys, both pleasure and pain shot through my pulsing male­ness.

He did it again and again. Each time the colossal arm moved, the squeeze was more intense. The pain gradually disappeared and the only thing I could feel was a continuing, all-consuming pleasure. I watched the sex hunk crush my cock and nuts in his muscle vise more times than I could count. My heart began to beat wildly. Sudden­ly a surge of piercing pleasure boiled up through my tool. After a pause, I felt another surge of pleasure. Then another. I lay there motionless in my dream, groaning in ecstasy.

Someone slapped my cheek. Breathtaking light blinded me. My body twitched as consciousness and loud voices struck me without warning. I saw Paul standing over me. His bulging white bikini was packed and dripping with stud-cream.

“What happened?” I mumbled.

“It was terrific, man!” said Brian excitedly. “Paul got you pumpin’ by workin’ on your cock while you were out cold. He made you cum three times. He was so turned on that his own cock let loose! You guys really juiced the mat!”

I couldn’t believe it. While the guys cleaned things up, I tried to make sense of what had happened. A few of them came over and gave me some friendly punches of support and congratulations. I felt like a celebrity.

Then came a championship match between the two current submission leaders, Mack and Craig. Mack was a brute, and a very sharp-looking one. He was the biggest and most muscular of any of us. He had shaggy black hair, bold blue eyes and a wide, hairy chest. Craig beat Mack in the cock department, but Mack’s super basket looked as big as a baseball. It was definitely a show stopper. Although Craig didn’t have Mack’s height or weight, he had an outstanding build: great pecs, a smooth round ass, and legs that looked like lethal weapons. With his handsome face and blond hair he was no doubt watched closely by everyone on beaches or at sporting events.

Mack began the match aggressively by grabbing a fistful of Craig’s blond hair and yanking his head toward the floor. As Craig bent over, Mack coiled his arms around the hunk, picked him up, and got him in an upside down bear hug. Craig’s prominently hanging cock was within easy reach of several guys. Dean couldn’t resist. He gripped the rod right away and applied his own bear hug. Craig yelled while the two jocks taught him what the word “squeeze” really means.

After having his fun, Dean let go of the rod, and Mack sent Craig to the mat with a devastating pile driver. Craig ended up on his stomach, groaning in pain. He tried to prop himself up with his arms, but didn’t get very far: Mack sat down on his back. The strapping muscleboy went for Craig’s head and applied a vicious camel clutch. I expected this to be the end for Craig, but the dude wouldn’t give up. I was amazed that he could hold out with all that pressure on his neck and back.

Mack poured on the pain. He pulled the head back as far as he could. Craig still wouldn’t submit. Frustrated by the guy’s perseverance, Mack pushed the head to the mat and stood up. He started to reach for Craig’s legs, maybe to go for a Boston crab. But

Craig rolled onto his back and slammed a foot squarely into Mack’s big balls. The burly jock stopped in his tracks, holding his aching basket. Craig got to his feet, although not fast enough to prevent Mack from retaliating. He tackled Craig, and as the two hit the floor, Mack got hold of the guy’s nuts and dished out some instant agony.

Mack’s hand moved so fast that I didn’t see if he punched the nuts or pinched them, or what. Craig reacted like a wasp had just stung his crotch. He rolled over and over, grasping his balls. Mack smiled and crawled confidently up to Craig on his hands and knees. He was obviously ready to finish off the guy with one of his “specialties.” It didn’t work out that way. Craig had been playing possum. He jumped up, flew toward Mack’s legs and pried them apart savagely. He split the legs further and further, putting an incredible strain on the crotch and hamstrings. I had never seen such an extreme wishbone, and I was glad to be watching it, not trying to survive it.

Craig punished the legs for such a long time that I began to feel sorry for Mack. Then he pounced onto Mack’s thighs with a jolt. He dug the fingers of each hand into a thigh and squeezed. Mack winced as Craig paralyzed the thighs with double claw holds. He worked his fingers into the sensitive inner flesh and seemed to get a kick out of seeing Mack squirm.

With his fingers ground into the inside of his opponent’s upper thighs, and the crotch open and unprotected, Craig’s next move was no surprise. He shifted his hands to Mack’s huge basket. It looked super hard. His hands closed around the bulging nuts. Craig did to them what he had just done to Mack’s legs. He pulled the nuts apart, stretching the basket like it was elastic. Mack gasped as the fingers sank deeply into his now widely separated stud-balls.

“Feel like makin’ a wish, man?” asked Craig.

Mack was breathing heavily; he didn’t speak. Craig showed no sign of quitting the hold. He stayed on the massive nuts, determined to make his submission buddy give up.

After a while, Mack’s cock began to twitch. Craig grinned. I”m gonna getcha!” he said. Maybe Mack could endure the pain of this hold, but if his cock shot off he’d still lose the match. He raised his legs and chopped into Craig’s sides with them. He repeated the jarring strikes several times. Craig was hurting from the assault, but managed to continue his sex grip.

Mack’s rod was becoming more jumpy. He was on his way to an orgasm. Soon we’d be seeing how much juice Craig could get out of the musclehunk. In a last ditch effort to break the hold, Mack brought his foot up between Craig’s outspread legs and plunged it into the jock’s hard maleness. The awesome blow shook him violently. Although stunned and in agony, Craig still held on to each mammoth prize. Now he was more determined than ever to defeat Mack.

The musclehunk’s cock began to jerk at regular intervals. It wouldn’t be long now. His foot, still buried in Craig’s basket, pressed the guy’s nuts against his crotch. Craig yielded a little. Beads of sweat covered Mack’s perfectly molded physique as he slowly pushed Craig back an inch, then another. Craig gazed down at Mack’s anxious cock. If he could hold on just a few more seconds, he’d have his victory. But he was slipping backward and his crotch was exploding with pain.

Mack’s steely, reddened rod throbbed powerfully, ready to erupt. Suddenly Craig grabbed the tool and crushed it with both hands. Mack let out an ecstatic shout as Craig’s hands triggered the orgasm. Bursts of man-cream shot like lightning onto Mack’s heaving chest. While Craig worked on the pumping rod, Scott got behind him and captured his nuts. Craig whirled around, jabbing at the new challenger. At this point Kevin saw a chance to join in and help get even with Craig. He knocked Craig on his back, crawled on top of him, then pinned the jock’s hands to the mat. As Kevin held Craig down, Scott and Dean jumped between Craig’s legs. Dean went after the guy’s balls and Scott went for the cock.

“This is for stretchin’ the rules!” said Scott. He jerked wildly on the stiff rod.

In no time he had Craig on the verge of a climax.

“Aw, shit!” said Craig, beginning to laugh about the hopeless situation.

“Come on, give us a quart of it!” yelled one of the guys.

When his cock fired off, Craig grunted and laughed simultaneously. He threw himself into a couple of guys playfully. The laughter spread until we were all giggling, tickling and horsing around.

I wanted the evening to go on forever, but it finally had to end. As we walked to the door to leave, someone squeezed by butt. I turned to see Paul. He looked at my crotch and smiled at the stiff bulge.

“Looks like you recovered from your initiation. Wanna stop over to my place? I’ve got some videos I think you’d like.”

He put his hand on my butt again and kept it there. How could I resist an offer like that?

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