Take Me Out to the Balls Games

Take me out to the balls game, take me down on the mat;

Bear hug my big nuts and strip my jock, I don’t care if I scream ‘round the clock!

And I’ll work, work, work on your gonads; if you don’t submit it’s a shame—

cuz I’ll pull, squeeze and suck til you shoot at the bold balls game.

My buddies and I have one thing in common—we like testicles. We like hold­ing them, playing with them, wrestling them, falling asleep with hands around them. The six of us decided to hang together in a kind of club. We call it the G.O.N.A.D.S. The letters can stand for different meanings, depending on our mood. For instance, “Grabbing Oversized Nuts And Demanding Submissions.” We do that a quite often with each other and love every minute of it.

We have other things in common also: unusually big balls, and balls that can take a good workout. Curt definitely beats the rest of us in size. Every­body worships his two giants. You really need both hands and a lot of muscle when you go after them. Like the rest of us, Curt hates to submit. He can hold out for a long time before you conquer his ‘nads. I guess you could say we have the toughest nuts in town. Mike likes to call our sessions the “Tuff Nuts Competitions.” Terry jokingly predicts that someday lots of guys will get turned on to this and it’ll become an accepted sporting event, like arm wrestl­ing. Sure, Terry. But at least for now, we have our own Gonad Games, some­thing for others to copy.

Rob, the newest member of G.O.N.A.D.S., offered to host our next “event” at his basement workout room. Curt and Terry had met him recently at an amateur wrestling meet and the three had struck up a pretty good friendship. Since I hadn’t met Rob yet, I wondered as I drove to his place if Curt’s flattering description of him would match the real person. It didn’t. When Rob opened the door I realized that the description fell far short: I’d never seen such a strikingly handsome guy. The black-haired hunk wore Levi’s that looked glued to his body. I gawked at Rob’s gorgeous ass, and at the bulges that wanted to break through his button fly. He smiled at my roving eyes. Too captivated by the sexy sight in front of me, I failed to notice his eyes roving over my own crotch and Levi’s.

Without warning, Rob took my hand and gently pressed it against his balls. He closed his eyes in pleasure, as though he’d waited years for the sensation. The hunk guided my hand slowly up his cock to the head, then down to his ballsack again. He opened his eyes and put his fingers around my nuts. He in­spected them briefly but thoroughly. Then his fingers became a fist. It gave my crotch a single friendly punch. He could tell I liked it and followed with a second punch and a third. That was all it took to get me fully aroused. Rob looked at my stiff pole and moved his hand to the top of it. He clamped the head between his fingers. My cock responded by squirting a big shot of pre-cum. The hunk grinned as he felt it saturate my tight Levi’s. “Later,” he said.

After the other guys arrived, we stripped and got down to business. Paul and Mike started to mess around together and delay things, as usual. They grabbed each other’s slippery cocks and seemed deter­mined to find out who could juice who the quickest. Despite his taller and more muscular physique, Mike had little defense against Paul’s jack-off technique. We finally had to pull them apart before they turned our wrestling mat into a waterbed!

Curt laughed. “O.K., we know your cocks are in shape! Let’s see which of you has the toughest balls. I get the winner!”

Paul grinned as he scanned Curt’s awesome nuts. “That’s fine with me. You’re gonna be my second victim after Mike!”

Paul and Mike positioned themselves facing each other on their knees, pulled their bodies up straight, and spread their thighs. Next—the fun part—each guy wrapped his hand around the other guy’s naked nuts and waited for the starting signal. Some­times the signal-giver added to the fun by delaying the start for a while, watching each guy get more and more horny from the feel of a hand clutch­ing his testicles. Terry did exactly that. With Paul and Mike already sporting fully erect cocks, it didn’t take long for their mutual ball-holding to get results. Soon both cocks began to get jumpy, like race horses eagerly antici­pating the sound of the starting gun.

“Maybe we’ll see them juice each other after all,” quipped Rob.

“Go!” yelled Terry.

Each guy squeezed his fingers into his opponent’s balls, keeping one hand at the side, as in arm wrestling. Mike’s greater strength gave him an advantage. He probed into Paul’s nuts with no mercy. The shorter guy winced, but didn’t submit. Paul fought back by adding a downward pull to his grip. Shouting encouragement to their favorites, the onlookers hoped for a long contest, maybe one ending in an or­gasm—an automatic loss for the guys who cums first. Paul’s pull-down grip had an almost immediate effect: it made Mike’s cock twitch.

“This is gonna be easy,” he said to Mike, watching his buddy succumb to the growing pleasure he was producing. He slowly pulled the balls low, then up, then low again. He did this many times, forcing Mike to groan in such a sexy way that the sound nearly made the rest of us shoot! Mike squeezed Paul’s nuts harder, but he clearly couldn’t fight the pleasure within him—or didn’t want to.

“That’s it! Get him!” yelled Terry.

Mike’s cock moved to an upright position. Paul kept repeating the pull-down as Mike strained in ultimate pleasure. The victim spread his thighs further apart, preparing for the orgasm.

“Grab my dick!” Mike shouted to Paul, wishing to speed up the climax.

“Not this time, buddy!” Paul responded.

Paul slowed the pulls even further, taking ten seconds or more to complete the stretch. Finally Paul kept the ballsack trapped at the lowest point and squeezed like hell. It drove Mike crazy. His hand fell away from Paul’s nuts.

“Come on, shoot me, shoot me!” yelled Paul.

He felt Mike’s gonads harden in his hand. Mike grunted loudly as pleasure surged through his ballsack and up the long, stiff shaft. Cum burst out in terrific explosions. Paul seized the shooting cock with his free hand, aimed it toward him, and tore into the muscle with the jack-off method he’d used on the guy earlier. Mike screamed, unable to tolerate the extreme pleasure. He grabbed his attacker and held on as blast after blast of hot cum fired onto Paul’s chest.

Paul worked on Mike with both hands, squeezing his buddy’s big balls and power-jacking the long cock. This time no one could stop the assault, and no one wanted to.

“Shit, he’s a fuckin’ orgasm machine!” said Curt, staring at Paul’s hands. One seemed to generate the guy’s sex cream as it squeezed the bulging gonads, while the other made the overheated cock keep pumping it out.

“I give! I give!” shouted Mike desperately.

But Paul ignored his submissions for another minute or two, making sure that he’d absolutely finished the stud. At last Mike collapsed to the mat on his back. Satisfied at last, Paul let go of the swollen balls, but kept his fingers frozen in the claw position. He turned toward Curt and threatened him with it.

“You’re next, man!” he said, grinning wickedly.

A winner gets to pick his opponent’s position, and so it surprised none of us when Paul directed Curt to get down on his hands and knees—his favorite way to work on nuts. Moving behind Curt, he paused to caress the guy’s sexy, curv­ing butt and to admire the massive gonads hanging beneath his crotch. He made Curt take an extremely wide legspread, then carefully placed his clawhand around the waiting ballsack.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, loving the feel of Curt’s hard nuts. He made sure his grip fully encompassed both giants—not an easy task with equipment like Curt’s. At the starting signal, Paul began with a squeeze calculated to get a quick submission. Curt cried out instantly.

Terry crawled up beside him and put his hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Don’t submit, man. You can outlast him.”

But Paul squeezed harder. “Give it up!” he yelled.

“Fuck!” shouted Curt, on the edge of quitting.

Terry affectionately rubbed a hand through Curt’s blond hair, trying to comfort him as best he could. Curt had the hots for Terry, a blond like himself, and he benefited from this kind of attention. Terry’s smile and the touch of his hand gave Curt the courage to stay in the game. It also made his shaft harden.

Meanwhile, Paul’s own rod had turned to steel. He reapplied to crushing hold on Curt’s sexy gonads. The stud screamed in agony, yet he refused to yield. Paul had brought down Curt this way before, although not always. Still, tonight he wanted to win big, making Curt submit any way he could.

He took advantage of the hunk’s now fully hard shaft. The rules prohibited him from touching any part of it directly, but he knew how to bend the rules a bit. He pushed the mammoth ballsack up against the crotch and pressed it into the sensitive, bottom-most part of the crotch shaft. Then he stretched the ballsack toward him, out from between the legs. He completed the move by gradually pulling the sack in the other direction, halfway along the hunk’s big cock. This clever action virtually jacked off Curt’s shaft with his own balls. It would take some time to make the stud climax, but Paul didn’t care if he had to work on the horny gonads for the rest of the night. In fact, he hoped that would happen.

Terry looked into Curt’s eyes and saw the future: pleasure would conquer his buddy, just like it had conquered Mike. He could already see the effects of Paul’s erotic gonad hold. It angered Terry. He resented Paul’s success.

More than anything, Terry wanted to pull him away from Curt and supply all the pleasure himself. But he held back. Maybe Curt could still somehow avoid a defeat. Terry massaged the back of his buddy’s neck as Paul pushed the stud closer to an orgasm.

“What’s the matter, Terry? Jealous?” taunted Paul.

“I’ll get you for this,” snapped Terry.

“Maybe. But not before I get your boy real good!” He pushed Curt’s balls harder against the shaft, causing the stud to cry out in irresistible pleasure.

“Fight it,” Terry urged Curt. “You can do it.”

“Not a chance,” bragged Paul. “He’s finished. Ask the guys.”

Rob, Mike and I had taken positions next to Curt on our bellies to get a better view of Paul’s ballwork. We could easily see the cock’s reactions. Hanging just below and parallel with Curt’s heaving gut, it bucked frequently from pleasure spasms; pre-cum oozed freely from the cockhole.

“Paul’s got him, Terry,” said Rob.

Curt looked at Terry. “Sorry, buddy,” he groaned.

“But at least, I can catch your cum,” said Terry with a grin. He held a cupped hand close to Curt’s cockhead, poised to capture every drop of his buddy’s sex cream. “O.K., shoot it to me!”

That seemed to trigger Curt’s eruption. Suddenly Terry felt big loads of sex cream squirting into his palm. “Oh yeah, yeah!” he said as his buddy continued to blast his hand with cum. Terry’s own cock leaped up in excitement. Curt’s thick juice and his sexy pleasure screams sent the cum rocketing up Terry’s red-hot tool. Most of it hit Curt squarely. The stud dislodged himself from Paul’s grip and flung his body into Terry. They both fell to the mat pumping away and laughing.

Even though he had followed through on his promise to make Curt submit, Paul somehow felt defeated. He watched Terry and Curt down on the mat, locked together, kissing, pleasuring each other’s balls and cocks, thoroughly erasing Curt’s loss. Paul resolved to give Terry a loss he wouldn’t soon forget.

He pointed a finger at Terry. “You lose next, dude,” he said with a snarl. “Get your ass up.”

Terry complied with the winner as required. Curt got up as well, his hand still locked onto Terry’s rock-hard tool.

“You can juice him again in a minute—this won’t take long,” Paul said to Curt.

He turned to Terry and instructed that he remain standing for the contest, but in a very wide stance. A master of intimidation, and almost exactly the same height as the slender, well-built blond, Paul stepped close and glared at Terry menacingly. “Ready to suffer?” he asked.

Paul looked down at Terry’s erect cock and took hold of it. He jerked it up high and held it there. Terry gasped as Paul began to squeeze the shaft in just the right place. Pre-cum started to ooze from the cockhead.

“I’ve always liked your dick, man,” said Paul.

Both guys watched the thick liquid creep down the side of the rod, and onto the fingers that gripped it.

“Yeah, let it come,” said Paul in a quiet, sexy voice.

Paralyzed with pleasure, Terry stared as Paul’s hand siphoned an unbroken stream of juice from his defenseless shaft. Paul kept at it, stealing the stud’s cream with agonizing slowness. “Good boy. Nice pace. Let it crawl,” coached Paul.

Terry looked on, unable to stop the flow, unable to fight the awesome pleasure in his cock. Paul drew out the kid’s juice inch by inch. The move took time, but yielded effective results. As Terry saw his cream draining away, his energy and strength, seemed to drain away also.

“Your cum feels so good on my hand, stud,” whispered Paul. “Warm and thick.”

Terry watched helplessly as Paul gradually emptied him. In a few minutes the flow began to lessen.

“A little more, man,” said Paul.

Terry involuntarily complied, giving his opponent the last remaining drops of his maleness. Paul finally released Terry’s cock and grinned at his wet hand. He smeared the blond’s cream all over his own big ballsack and tool. “Now let’s do it.”

He clamped his fingers around Terry’s nuts and, without waiting for the starting signal, bear hugged them full force. Terry’s mouth fell open from the shock of Paul’s ball-shattering squeeze. Normally a tough contender, this time Terry had become easy prey. Paul attacked the nuts with a vengeance. The blond quickly shouted out a submission.

“Say it again!” demanded Paul.

“I give!” screamed Terry, grabbing Paul’s arm with both hands. He tried unsuccessfully to tear Paul’s hand from his captured nuts.

“Whose nuts are these?” shouted Paul.

“Yours! Yours!” screamed Terry.

“Say it again to Curt!” insisted Paul.

“My nuts belong to Paul! To Paul!” he yelled. Utterly defeated, Terry relinquished his hefty gonads to the winner.

“Now I’m gonna work these the way they’re supposed to be worked.” He began by giving the balls short but highly erotic squeezes—lots of them. Terry groaned as his gonads stiffened in pleasure from this trademark move of Paul’s.

Terry had no strength left to battle with the pleasure mushrooming in his crotch. His head dropped onto Paul’s shoulder. Paul worked the balls into a frenzy, squeezing until they bulged with sperm. Terry grabbed Paul’s ass and buried his fingers in the sexy buttflesh.

Paul seized the gonads with both hands. He started jerking the ballsack back and forth rapidly. A long, deep scream exploded from Terry’s mouth. His cock bolted upright, then ejected its boiling contents. It soon covered the chests of both guys.

Terry dropped to the mat. Curt crawled over to his buddy and embraced him. “You O.K?’

“Yeah, I think so,” groaned Terry. “He really nailed me this time.”

Riding high with three sensational victories, Paul anxiously craved another one. He unexpectedly slapped my stiff cock, making it swing wildly. “You’re next. I’m gonna destroy you, Chad. Just like all the other times,” he said con­fidently.

We’d known each other for years, and I’ll admit that Paul had ball-wrestled me to submission, or emission, more than once. He always had a strong attraction to my nuts, and although they don’t surpass Curt’s in size, they come close. Maybe he just likes the way they hang. Anyway, he never fails to touch or get hold of them whenever he sees a chance—like when he sits next to me in a dark movie theater, or while I’m in his pickup. I won’t lie: I like what he does. Sometimes when we’re horsing around in private, I let him strip me and try out new holds on my nuts. This is why I pretty much know what to expect from Paul.

“On your back, buddy,” he commanded. “Knees bent; thighs in a big spread.”

He got between my legs and rested a hand on each outspread thigh. His eyes flashed as he stared at the bulbous gonads before him. Paul slowly wrapped his fingers around my ballsack. It seemed like Rob delayed the starting signal for hours (Terry, presently getting his cock sucked by Curt, had more important business at the moment). Simply feeling my nuts gave Paul a thrill. It thrilled me too, naturally. While we waited for the signal, my cock stretched out further. My balls toughened and swelled as Paul adjusted and readjusted his hold on them.

By the time Rob gave the signal, I knew an orgasm could easily occur if Paul wanted that. He didn’t—at least, not right away. His fingers slowly squeezed from each side of the ballsack, driving the gonads together, forcing them to crush each other. The daring maneuver had a special appeal for Paul. He loved doing it to any guy who’d let him, and he loved the way it attracted the guys who witnessed it. Rob and Mike crouched beside me for a good look. Even Curt and Terry came to sit nearby, their cocks dripping with fresh cum! Each guy had his eyes fixed on my balls, spellbound by Paul’s move. Although I wrestled with the hold every second, I had to respect Paul’s flair in executing it. He sure knew how to squeeze gonads and make you squirm!

The turned-on spectators reacted with all kinds of comments….“fight it, don’t let him get ya, make him love it, squeeze harder….”

Paul did squeeze harder.

“Ah! Shit, man!” I cried to Paul as he tortured my testicles.

“You can hold out!” Rob yelled.

Paul flexed his biceps and put more muscle into the hold. I cried out again.

“Give!” ordered Paul.

“No!” I shouted.

Paul loved my nuts, but he had to have his victory. He suddenly switched gears. Keeping a tight squeeze on my nuts, he crammed them deep into my crotch along with his surrounding fist. My upper body momentarily rocketed off the mat as I screamed. Continuing to press down with tremendous force, Paul no longer wanted a submission: the guy wanted my juice. He knew that, like Curt, I couldn’t resist an attack on my lower-shaft. My pleasure shouts grew louder as the cream began to churn inside me. Paul bore down on the throbbing shaft. I slammed my hands to the mat, attempting to handle the incredible pleasure. I tried to bridge up, but Paul had my butt securely pinned. Paul just grinned and watched me suffer.

Seeing Paul’s hold and my agony brought Mike to the peak of excitement. His cock oozed as he crouched beside me. Curt came up behind him, reached between the legs and grabbed his cum-filled balls. The stud’s cock exploded without hesitation, shooting his fiery liquid onto my chest. Curt removed his hand, but Terry’s hand replaced it, squeezing Mike’s nuts during his long and very wet orgasm.

Having Mike’s juice squirting onto my body inflamed me more than ever. Paul felt the huge, solid shaft beneath my balls begin to pulse hard.

“Come on, come on,” he said, coaxing me to shoot.

My gonads stiffened in Paul’s hand. They pushed into his fingers, struggling against the spectacular claw. Paul retaliated with another big squeeze, sinking his fingers into my defiant maleness. I gripped the mat in desperation. Paul rose and pushed the claw down into my crotch with his full body weight. I screamed as my cock reached up and let loose with a barrage of massive squirts.

True to form, Paul wouldn’t let me get up after my orgasm. Even though I’d pumped out my juice, he kept his grip. He loved to feel my still-pulsing shaft and apply additional squeezes.

“No more, man,” I told him breathlessly. “Give ‘em a rest.”

But Paul wouldn’t stop. Keeping me pinned, he went to work on my balls with the same short but sexually potent squeezes he’d used on Terry. Paul could always make me shoot with this move, if he worked at it long enough.

“No! No!” I pleaded, as pleasure and agony became one. Continuing to squeeze my gonads with one hand, he gave my crotch a series of backhanded slaps with the other. My cock did more huge leaps. Grinning in triumph, Paul slapped and squeezed relentlessly.

“No!” I screamed. My tool jerked deliriously, trying to shoot cum that had yet to form in the gonads.

Paul persisted, feasting his eyes on the ruddy cock, flailing in tortured, empty thrusts. Rob suddenly intervened, unable to hold back any longer. He shoved a hand between Paul’s legs and knifed him in the nuts. The action stunned rather than hurt the guy. But he immediately relased me and swung around to face his new aggressor.

“That’s enough, Paul,” said Rob.

“He can take it,” replied Paul coldly.

“Probably. But I wanna see if you can take me!You need your ass whipped, and I’m gonna do the whippin’!” said Rob with a grin.

“You’ll never keep me down long enough, dude!”

Rob charged like a deranged bull. Paul’s back hit the mat de­cisively. Rob crawled on top of him before the guy knew what had happened. Rob seized Paul’s armpits and squeezed. Paul could only scream. Rob squeezed harder.

“Yeah, get him!” said Curt.

Rob’s cock stood fully upright as he applied the double-pit claw. Paul watched the long, sexy rod twitch within an inch of his face.

“Lick it and I’ll let you go,” offered Rob.

“Fuck you!” shouted Paul.

Rob uncorked a bigger squeeze that made Paul regret his response. He tried to outlast it, but the pain was too great.

“O.K! O.K! You win!” shouted Paul.

Rob released the double claw and moved his body forward so that the outstretched tool and nuts hung directly over the loser. Paul licked the shaft overhead, then began to nibble at it. Rob’s grunted in loud satisfaction. His pleasure raced ahead so rapidly that he couldn’t keep up with it. The long cock leaped upward, hungry for an orgasm. Paul adjusted his position under Rob and took the guy’s big cockhead in his mouth.

“Ah!” gasped Rob. Ecstasy immediately gripped the sensitive head. Rob continued to gasp and grunt as Paul worked on the vulnerable spot. I watched Paul closely but I don’t know what he did to cause Rob’s intense reactions. Nothing moved—not Paul’s lips or Rob’s cock. Yet Rob was spellbound. He could only gasp and whisper in fragments: “he’s killin’ my cock…it feels so fuckin’ good…he’s got my juice…it’s on fire…I can’t hold back….”

I had to do something. “No!” I screamed into his face. You’re the champ! Make him give!”

Rob looked down at his tingling cockhead and cum-filled sack and suddenly realized what Paul was up to. “You fucker,” he said to Paul. “Not this time!”

He spun around and drove a hand deeply into Paul’s gut. The fierce ab claw made Paul scream in terror. I could see why. Rob applied the hold with a demonic intensity. My cock twitched just watching him execute it. His fingers penetrated the gut so far that most of them disappeared. Rob made the solid, tough abs look like foam rubber as he probed and squeezed them.

He drove his other hand into Paul, lower on the gut. This second claw came down on the top half of Paul’s stiff shaft, trapping and squeezing it while the fingers assaulted the gutflesh underneath.

“This’ll make you give—one way or the other!” said Rob. He leaned into Paul, crushing the guy’s gut and cock. “Give!” he demanded.

“No!”

“Then you’re gonna shoot, buddy!” The fingers pinning Paul’s rod quickly coiled around it. Although he had a full-fledged claw in progress with his other hand, Rob squeezed the shaft like a python. Paul reacted with shouts of ecstasy, of pain, of wanting more of it. Rob gave him more. He pulled the shaft straight up with tremendous power. The move would easily have lifted Paul’s butt high off the mat, but the claw-hand kept the guy down se­curely.

Not content with a single big cock pull, Rob did many—extreme, conquering ones. On the edge of an orgasm, Paul jabbed into Rob’s armpits with both hands. Rob gave a pained yell and instinctively reached for his pits.

Paul used the moment to pull the black-haired hunk off him. Rob rolled onto his belly and took too long to get up. Paul grasped Rob’s ankles, swung a leg over him, and pulled the legs up for a Boston crab. Dropping his ass to Rob’s lower back, he gradually forced the guy downward until he had the hold locked in. Grunting with pain, Rob had no way out.

“Submit, champ!” shouted Paul.

Rob cried out as Paul increased the pressure.

“You’re history, man!” said Paul confidently. But despite his stubborn and vicious use of the hold over the next several minutes, Rob would not sub­mit.

Paul released one leg and gripped Rob’s cock. He gave it a monstrous squeeze that made me cringe. Concentrating now on the guy’s shaft, he dropped the other leg and unleashed more submission squeezes. Rob howled in agony but didn’t give up. Seeing the prolonged, grinding squeezes made my cock jump with jealousy. But Paul had something even nastier in mind. Bit by bit he pulled the huge tool backward, until it pointed nearly upright. Then Paul reached behind, captured Rob’s right arm and hammerlocked it.

“Now it’s YOUR turn to suffer!” snarled Paul.

Rob cried out as pain ripped through his shaft and arm. I’ve never seen such a sexy or devastating hold on a cock. Aside from the punishing strain it inflicted on the shaft, the move also put a tremendous squeeze on the balls. I thought to myself that at times like this, a guy might regret having a super-length tool. Rob’s extended far beyond his ass, making it a perfect handle to “pump” with. And Paul did pump it, working the shaft just like you’d work a camel clutch.

“No! No!” shouted Rob, clawing the mat with his left hand fingers.

“Oh yeah!” replied Paul, squeezing the shaft as he pumped it backward. Rob screamed louder, but still refused to give.

The sight and sound of this aroused all of us to the point of orgasm. Sitting beside me on his knees, Mike suddenly grabbed my hand and shoved it onto his upright cock. I squeezed as hard as I could. He grunted, thrust his tool forward, and soon exploded in a riot of squirts.

Sometimes Paul held Rob’s shaft at the most extreme backward point for long periods of time, daring him to submit, or shoot, or both. I don’t know how Rob could take the mauling. But even Rob’s resistance had an end. Pre-cum covered his massive, rounded cockhead. Every time Paul pulled back on the rock-hard pump I expected Rob to shoot.

“Shit! Fuck!” yelled Rob.

Paul pumped the cock again and again, determined to bring down his victim. Rob slammed his hand to the mat. He uttered a long, submissive groan.

“You’re gettin’ close, ain’t ya!’ said Paul. “Real close.” He pulled the shaft back extremely far once more and held it there. Rob shouted as his cock spit out a big gob of pre-cum.

“Yeah, do it!” yelled Paul. He squeezed the giant muscle harder. Rob shrieked and violently punched mat again and again with his fist.

“Yeah, here it comes, man,” said Paul, obviously feeling spasms begin inside the shaft.

I moved in close to watch the outcome.

“Just in time to see me cream your boyfriend!” laughed Paul with an arrogant sneer.

I looked at him sharply.

“I’m not stupid, man. I see the way you two eye each other. You want his cock, don’t ya! Too bad, loser—it’s mine!”

He gave the overwrought shaft a lusty squeeze to make his point. Rob reacted with a scream so sexy that my cock immediately ejected some cum when I heard it.

“The championship is mine, too! And this cock’s gonna give it to me—right now!”

Paul released the hammerlock and gripped Rob’s meat with both hands. Focusing all his attention on the shaft, Paul bear hugged the cock with an incredible cum-draining squeeze. Another sex scream burst from Rob’s mouth. Now having the advantage of both arms, my buddy suddenly shoved himself up, throwing Paul to the mat in disbelief. Rob’s hysterical cock leaped into firing position. Two cum shots flew from the tip, but not the big eruption.

Rob winked at me as he slipped behind his opponent. He hooked his leg and arm around Paul’s, trapping the guy in an expertly applied abdominal stretch. I’ve always liked this hold, either as giver or receiver. Rob’s sexy version kept Paul in a low crouch and his legs spread very wide. Paul couldn’t go anywhere, yet he didn’t concede defeat. Rob increased the stretch by pulling back on his neck. Paul grunted in pain. He may have thought he could tough it out until Rob changed to a different hold. But that didn’t happen: Rob per­sisted, stretching and punishing him minute after minute.

Paul’s body began to glisten with sweat. His muscles bulged and flexed as he struggled to free himself. But his struggling didn’t get him anywhere. Despite the suffering, his cock seemed to enjoy the hold. Standing upright, the tool often jerked boldly, as if coaxing someone to grab it.

Paul’s refusal to submit prompted Rob to intensify things with a maneuver that makes my cum go wild whenever I see it. The hunk removed his right hand from Paul’s side, brought it down behind the guy’s ass, and held it just below his open crotch. Rob spread his fingers and seized Paul’s low-hanging ballsack.

“Damn you!” screamed Paul as Rob tightened the clamp around the defenseless gonads.

“Yeah!” shouted Rob, throwing his head back in total satisfaction. He squeezed the giant balls with a commanding power that sent chills of excitement through my spine and into my cock.

“Get him!” I yelled.

Rob squeezed harder. Paul screamed again, but now due to pleasure, not pain. His shaft began to jerk; cum bubbled out of the cockhole and drizzled down the long tool.

Rather than lose to Rob with an orgasm, Paul yelled out a submission.

“Forget it, man! I’m gonna get every drop of you!” yelled Rob.

The squeezing made Paul’s jaw drop open. Ecstasy transformed his face and the groans in his voice. I stared at Rob’s horny ball squeeze, completely engrossed by it, craving it, feeling it as though Rob had clamped his hand onto my own nuts. I have to admit that this kind of hold—getting the balls grabbed from behind—turns me on faster than any other move. Too bad I didn’t have a buddy who liked to go after me in this way: he could own me real fast!

Paul’s grunting and writhing in pleasure went on and on, almost becoming too much for me to witness without erupting myself. How much more could Paul take? Pre-cum continued to flow down the guy’s tool. I studied Rob’s fingers around the huge ballsack. I noticed they didn’t merely squeeze. They also pulled. But in addition, a couple of the fingertips touched the shaft behind the balls, sometimes pressing into it with a lot of force.

The ecstasy finally got to Paul. We all watched breath­lessly as Rob gave the nuts a last squeeze that made Paul scream like hell. Then came the wrestler’s juice—huge amounts of it, spurting out so many times that I quickly lost count. Paul sank to his knees, still firing cum.

Rob kept pulling. “Every last drop, stud!” he demanded.

Paul thrust his rod forward. The squirts slowed but took some time to come to an end. Satisfied at last, Rob released the balls and let Paul collapse on the mat.

The loser rolled onto his back. His huge shaft reared up, trying to fire more liquid pleasure. Curt suddenly dove toward it. He gripped the tool and started jacking it off rapidly. Paul screamed another desperate submission, but Curt wanted revenge. The slippery cock didn’t have a chance. Paul screamed again as a painful pleasure paralyzed him.

“I wanna see more juice!” yelled Curt. He kept working on the inflamed shaft, driving Paul out of his mind. “Hey Terry, give me a hand!”

More than willing, Terry joined his buddy on top of Paul and slapped both hands around the stud’s gonads. “Payback time!” he said. Terry didn’t hold back. He squeezed for keeps. He shook the nuts as Paul had done to his own earlier. I couldn’t tell if this made Paul climax, or whether Curt’s intense cockwork pushed him over the edge, but the guy soon exploded in a second violent orgasm.

Suddenly someone nailed me from behind with a jarring half nelson. I struggled to get up off my knees, but failed.

“Gotcha, buddy!” said Rob.

I smiled, enjoying the feel of his arm against my neck. My heart raced as his other hand snaked down the asscrack and embedded itself in my crotch. Rob pressed his fist into the protruding crotch muscle.

“Yeah,” I grunted.

He gave it a punch. I grunted again. He punched a second time, a third time, and a fourth. I squirmed as each blow doubled my pleasure. Cum began to rage inside me, clamoring for release. My rod lifted itself again and again in fruitless attempts to shoot. I spread my thighs as widely as I could. Another punch made me cry out in pleasure.

“The next one’s gonna get ya!” said Rob. He slammed the fist into my crotch and held it there. I shot off instantly. Rob reached forward between my legs, gripped the bottom of my exploding rod, and squeezed. With my head bent down in the nelson, I saw gob after gob of cum squirt out and hit the mat. Pleasure overwhelmed me. Every shot seemed like a whole new orgasm.

Rob pulled me down to the mat on my back. He pinned my right foot with his left, then gradually crotch-ripped me by forcing my other leg further and further to the left. I yelled in pain.

“Give!

“No!” I shouted.

He widened the split even more and planted his right foot on my left to an­chor it. I cried out as pain stabbed into my crotch.

“You’d better give, man. I’m gonna keep ya like this until you do!”

“No!” I yelled.

Rob reached down and started to play with my cock. He soon had it splitting enough pre-cum to lube the whole shaft. “I know what’ll make you give,” said Rob with a grin. He started to slide his hand slowly up and down the slippery pole. Pleasure engulfed it, taking my mind off of the extreme crotch split.

Rob took his time with my cock. The hunk’s slow paced hand slides felt so good that they became another form of torture. His fingers found the most sensitive spots and took advantage of them. My gonads tingled with sex-cream.

“Yeah, feel that cum, buddy,” said Rob, worshipping my rigid phallus with his warm hand. My body stiffened: the hunk had total control of me. Groaning in ecstasy, I waited for the climax. But suddenly Rob released my shaft. He stared at the twitching tool as if trying to decide what hold he’d use on it to get an emission. Then he grabbed the top half of my cock and squeezed.

“Give!” he yelled, bear hugging the shaft with all his might.

Rob pulled the cock toward him and squeezed harder. “Give!”

Boiling juice roared up my shaft. Rob kept squeezing as it exploded, blasting his chest with loads of hot cum. Although I yelled out several submissions, the hunk didn’t let go. He continued to bear hug my cock even after I’d pumped out the last bit of juice.

“No more—you got it all!” I begged.

“Not quite, buddy,” said Rob. Without warning he seized my balls—one in each hand—and squeezed. The sensation stunned me. My gonads swelled as the hunk filled them with cum. Trapped in firestorm of ecstasy, I lost my sense of time. An hour or more may have passed. Nevertheless, Rob kept my nuts firmly under his control. I don’t remember when the other guys left, but now no one remained in the room except for Rob and I.

The hunk continued to work on my testicles. He squeezed harder and in different ways, trying to find their submission point. He couldn’t. His crushing squeezes would have destroyed just about any guy, but for me they amounted to pure pleasure.

“It’s so cool being able to do this!” said Rob, thrilled that he could at last achieve a long-held fantasy: to manhandle a guy’s balls with no limitations. He squeezed and pulled and jerked on my nuts, loving their hardness, their heaviness, their “anything goes” toughness. He had found his Shangri-la of ball wrestling, and he knew it.

“Shit, they’re gettin’ so fuckin’ big!” exclaimed Rob. “What sexy nuts!” He dug his fingers into the mammoth gonads, devouring my maleness and recharging it at the same time.

I gasped as my protruding balls seemed to pushed toward Rob.

“Yeah, thrust ‘em out for me, stud!” he said excitedly.

My nuts seemed drawn to him by an irresistible force.

“Yeah, way out—that’s awesome! These boys wanna get fucked!”

His ten fingers bored into my balls like drills, penetrating them overwhelming power.

I slammed my hands against the mat. “Yes! Yes! Do it!”

I wanted to feel the full power of his invading grip. Rob drilled further into the ‘nads. Suddenly he struck their core, the heart of my pleasure and masculinity. I reacted with a gasping scream that clearly confirmed what had happened.

“Oh yeah!” growled Rob in satisfaction. “I’ve got you, man! Let’s see what these babies can do!”

Glutted with pleasure, I raised my head to look at the hunk. He sat on his knees between my legs, his thick upright cock coated with cum. Suddenly Rob throttled them with some new hold of his.

I screamed as a fierce wave of pleasure crashed into me. The wave threw my head back to the mat as if somebody had punched it. My cock leaped up, armed and ready to fire. “Oh god!” I shouted, as indescribable ecstasy gripped my entire body.

I heard Rob yelling too. Heavy drops of cum hit my gut. But did the juice shoot from my cock or from Rob’s? The pleasure had become so intense that I don’t recall. Maybe we both climaxed. Or maybe we shot off lots of pre-cum.

At some point Rob changed holds again. Another riot of ecstasy hit my balls. I couldn’t control the rampaging pleasure.

“Like this one?” asked Rob. “It’ll make you shoot!”

Helplessly groaning and clawing the mat, I felt the ecstasy build to dizzy­ing heights. Huge gobs of cream hit my gut again.

“Yeah, give me more, man!” said Rob.

My cock cooperated. throwing cum violently across my chest. The hunk didn’t let go. He ball-wrestled me for the rest of the night, applying holds that kept both of us at the peak of pleasure, and beyond. We couldn’t quit. But gradually, sleep became our biggest opponent. It stalked and finally conquered us.

When I awoke, I found Rob covering me like a blanket. I put my arms around him in a friendly bear hug. Our two cocks nudged one another, awake and anxious.

“They wanna play a double-header,” Rob said with a grin.

“Yeah.” I rolled him onto his back and clutched his tight ballsack. “Only this time you’re gonna do the submitting!”

The hunk gasped as I crushed his nuts between my fingers. His cock flew up instantly. I bent down and captured it in my mouth.

“Oh shit!” he cried, feeling my tongue go to work on the stiff tool. “Not fair, man!”

He rocked his head back, unable to resist the squeezing and sucking that would soon set off his powerful sex pump. It would be the first of many times that day. The game would go into extra innings, of course, just like the games that followed.

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