The Collectors

The group calling themselves “The Collectors” went into action whenever they believed they could successfully locate and save particular specimens, as all people who collect things do. What this particular group gathered, however, required more than the average amount of searching and capturing. It proved a slippery affair, involving subjects—human males—that often resisted the idea of capture. But the Collectors had prepared themselves for that possibility.

Only guys comprised the group members, and only guys could join. Some had girlfriends, but more of them preferred guys as sex partners. However, all the members did have one thing in common: an extremely high sex drive.

Corey became the most recent group captor, although not willingly. Lured to a basement room to observe some kind of private MMA or wrestling event, Corey soon found himself the object of the event. At first, the guys, young like himself, complemented him on his muscular physique. Corey liked the attention. A friendly bunch, they kept asking what he had done to get himself in such great shape. He should have suspected something, because every guy in the group had an impressive body of his own.

Next, Kyle began to playfully challenge him on the large workout mat. Corey responded by showing off some the grappling skills he had developed during his days on the high school wrestling team. But Kyle easily out-wrestled him. Corey found himself school-boy pinned several times, with Kyle’s crotch annoyingly close to his chin. Still, he liked the challenge and liked demonstrating his strength by throwing Kyle off him after each pin.

Gradually, however, Kyle’s holds became more serious and escaping from them more difficult. Corey started to tire. Kyle took advantage by applying a brutal and long-held body scissors that really weakened his opponent. Even worse, the powerful legs had locked onto Corey’s sides, a particularly sensitive area for him. Corey yelped in agony as the steel-like thighs dug into his kidneys.

Kyle grinned and added to the hold’s intensity by lifting his legs—and Corey’s body—off the mat for half a minute, then crashing his victim to the mat again. He did it three times. He finally left Corey on his back, holding his aching sides, feeling as though Kyle’s legs were still knifing into him.

While Corey fought the pain, he looked up to see Kyle strip down to his brief. As he glanced around the room, Corey noticed that the other guys had done that too. A few guys were even naked. Fear now caused Corey more concern than the scissors had. He started to get up, preparing to bolt out of there. But four of the guys immediately jumped on him, keeping his back to the mat. Corey struggled to break free. He failed, but fought them anyway.

“Hold him, boys,” said Kyle.

Kyle pulled off Corey’s sneakers, shirt and shorts. He left the mat for a few seconds and returned displaying a lubed right hand. He sat on Corey’s chest, facing his crotch, and began to fondle the guy’s unusually large penis. Corey swore and tried again to get away, but his failed attempt only made him angrier. Or did his anger arise from the fact that he could feel his penis hardening? Even worse, he knew that it would draw the other guys’ attention if reached its full length—nine inches.

Kyle used the group’s usual “three-two job,” a repeated upward stroke or pull lasting about three seconds followed by a two-second pause before the next stroke.

Guys who liked a much faster jackoff would have to wait longer for a climax—a move that frustrated, even tormented, guys who craved a quick orgasm.

The dudes closely watched Corey’s wonderfully long rod, and as it hardened, theirs did also. As Corey feared, his cock responded eagerly to the motion of Kyle’s hand. The guys voiced their own excitement to themselves and to each other, watching the rod grow to seven inches, then eight, then nine.

“Shit,” said Ben to C.J. “It’s longer than yours!”

The guys laughed, knowing that C.J. prided himself on possessing the longest shaft of the group by far. C.J. responded by reminding everyone that black guys always have bigger cocks than white guys.

“Ben smiled and did a quick finger measurement of C.J.’s huge rod to verify.

“I think you win by at least half an inch!” he said to C.J., tickling the tip of the stud’s hard cock.

Meanwhile, Kyle’s stroking had unleashed a growing pleasure inside Corey’s shaft. Corey groaned in response—something he hated doing, but something he definitely couldn’t avoid. His muscles flexed and tightened. Corey knew the guy had gained total control of his shaft, an unprecedented and shocking situation for Corey.

“Almost there, buddy,” said Kyle.

“Fuck!” grunted Corey.

Seeing the huge rod on the edge made the guys involuntarily start stroking their own cocks, or someone else’s. Tom put his arms around Nate from behind and grasped his buddy’s rod with one hand and the ball sack with the other. Nate caressed as much of Tom’s arms and body as he could, while Tom kissed the side of his neck.

Like everyone in the group, Tom and Nate kept their gaze fixed on Kyle’s stroking, and Corey’s monster rod. Kyle released the excited shaft before it could erupt. The guys stared as the shaft hovered slightly above Corey’s gut, lifting itself high and then dropping down again in a regular rhythm, as though ejaculating. This sight brought many of the guys to the brink of orgasm.

“Get the container,” instructed Kyle.

Ben approached, holding a transparent, somewhat flexible plastic tube measuring six inches in length. The guys rolled Corey onto his right side and secured his arms and legs. Kyle pulled Corey’s cock away from his body and held it tightly. Ben, sporting his own long shaft, pressed the tube’s open end against Corey’s cock-head. The captor watched him apply gradual pressure to the other end of the tube, forcing it lower and lower. Ben pushed the tube only far enough to tightly enclose the whole, bulbous cock head.

Corey gasped. Squeezed against the tube, the cockhead now throbbed in constant pleasure. Corey’s groans made Ben smile as he proudly held the tube for all to see.

“What are you gonna do?” asked Corey nervously between gasps.

“It’s not what I’m gonna do—it’s what you’re gonna do!”

Some of the guys snickered. They moved closer.

As Ben held the tube steady, Kyle resumed the 3-2 job on the eight inches of Corey’s rod below the tube-encased head. Kyle’s lubed fingers soon brought Corey to a new peak of pleasure and excitement. The shaft swelled. The stud’s eyes took on a dreamy, hypnotic-like gaze.

“He’s ready, boys,” announced Kyle.

Corey’s heavy breathing made his heaving gut sink to deeper levels with every breath. The louder Corey groaned, the lighter Kyle’s fingers stroked. Kyle wondered how long Corey could handle the overwhelming pleasure his fingers produced. To prolong the event, the stroker used fewer fingers as the moments passed. Finally he could keep the cock on the edge of an orgasm just by rubbing its underside with a single fingertip.

Corey stared to squirm as the pleasure drove him to the breaking point. The guys held him down with increasing pressure so he couldn’t tear himself free. Corey knew that at any moment his sperm would fly, regardless of who or what made it happen. Pleasure now trumped all other things, including the fact that another guy—not a girlfriend—was bringing him the total masculine pleasure every guy yearns for.

A sudden, deep yell burst from the stud as a giant surge of body-stiffening pleasure attacked his body full force. Like a knock-out blow, it broke him in an instant. He looked down to see the result—the first big load of cum shooting from his cock and boldly striking the back of the tube. Another followed, and another, and another, driving the guys to maximum excitement as they saw the tube filling with massive amounts of thick, white cum. No one could guess how many shots Corey fired, but in just a few seconds he had the tube packed with sperm.

Corey believed his cock had ceased shooting, but he continued to heave and yell in pleasure, unable to stop. Kyle put his fingers around the rock-hard lower shaft and squeezed hard. Acute, violent pleasure attacked the shaft once more. Corey screamed as he felt more spurts of cum fly from his cock-head. The cocks of several nearby guys erupted at the same time, although Corey wasn’t aware of it.

Later, Ben carefully removed the container from the end of Corey’s shaft and fingered the now dry cum-hole. “I think we got every drop,” he reported. He capped the container and carried it away.

The guys dispersed to other areas of the room, fondling and edging each other. But Kyle stayed by Corey. Lying on his side, facing the exhausted stud, Kyle gently massaged the guy’s chest and abs—partly to reassure him and partly because he couldn’t take his hands off Corey’s body.

“I’m glad that’s over,” gasped Corey.

“They’ll be back,” replied Kyle.

Corey looked startled, and worried.

“The first time was for business, the next will be for fun.”

“Damn,” said Corey softly. “I don’t think I have enough strength now to fight them off.” A pause followed. Confused about part of Kyle’s statement, Corey asked, “What do you mean, ‘the first time was for business’?”

“Can’t tell ya that. Maybe Ben will, later.”

Corey started to push his upper body off the mat. But C.J. appeared, naked, and pressed him to the mat again. C.J. sat down on his chest, leaving Corey to stare up at C.J.’s back and wide shoulders. Kyle moved aside to make room for Jon and Eric, each of whom sat on one of Corey’s out spread legs, facing C.J. From this position they had perfect access to Corey’s big nuts, easily within their reach. Jon examined each hard testicle, one at a time.

“Ah! No!” gasped Corey.

“Shit, they look full again,” said Eric.

“They’re rock-hard, man,” replied Jon. “It’s a good bet they’ve got something inside that wants to be outside!”

Eric checked them after Jon finished. The feels made Corey groan once more from a pleasure he didn’t expect to get from his balls.

“That’s right, boys,” said C.J. “Get him ready for me.”

Corey froze in fear.

C.J. could feel the guy’s rapid, anxious heartbeat. “Relax, dude, I won’t hurt ya.” He patted and stroked Corey’s abs affectionately to convince him.

But Corey didn’t relax—not with Eric handling his balls. It didn’t hurt all that much, yet having a guy play with his nuts made him very nervous. He was glad when Eric ended his fun and removed his hand. In fact, Jon and Eric now had a bigger disctraction: C.J.’s huge, upright shaft, which to them now looked ten inches long, or more.

“Hey Corey,” said Jon, “too bad you can’t see C.J.’s cock—you wouldn’t believe it!”

C.J. flexed his shaft to show off a bit.

“At least let him feel it,” proposed Jon.

C.J. grinned, always ready to flaunt his stuff. He took Corey’s right hand and laid its fingers on the giant rod. Though Corey had never felt a guy’s hard dick, his fingers worked their way up the shaft in no great rush, slowly enough to note its terrific hardness, girth, and of course, its remarkable length. When Corey at last released his hand, C.J. moved it back, folding Corey’s fingers around the shaft. “Keep holding,” said C.J. “ I like your hand.”

Suddenly Corey felt his cock alive with renewed pleasure. He had no way to see why this was happening, and that mystery seemed to make the sensation even more pronounced. C.J. had started to lightly tease the guy’s rod. Then the black stud began lightly rubbing the underside of the captive’s cock skin. This made the cock twitch so much that C.J. had to hold it steady with his other hand in order to continue.

Corey was soon groaning in pleasure again, blissfully ignorant of what the other guys could plainly see—sperm slowly draining from his super-sexed rod. But in a few minutes he could feel C.J.’s slippery fingers on his cock head and figured out the cause.

“Save some for us!” said Tom to C.J.

C.J. obliged and held the shaft steady as Tom lowered his open mouth to the prize. Tom gave the top half of the massive shaft an expert blow job, accompanied by erotic moans from Corey. Tom disengaged before the muscle-boy could climax, but he had swallowed a sizeable amount of pre-cum, nevertheless.

“Did you get some?” asked Nate.

“Yeah, a lot,” grinned Tom, wiping lips with his tongue. “It’s real sweet.”

Nate was next to treat himself to Corey’s juice. First, he got a good grip on Corey’s balls: he always liked to hold and manipulate testicles as he sucked, believing that would produce more sperm. In Corey’s case, it did. Corey also winced a few times, reacting to some tough ball-handling, but Nate got what he wanted—four nice mini-squirts over a period of three minutes.

“You’re right, man,” he said afterward to Tom. “It’s awesome!”

One guy after another followed Nate, each taking a turn sucking the big rod in different ways—quickly, slowly, licking, tonguing, working on the shaft’s tip, or farther down (few guys could swallow the entire length of it).

“Who gets the honor of finishing him?” asked Kyle.

C.J. answered the question by roughly pulling the rod toward him with both hands. Corey groaned as the pull continued, forcing Corey to lift his butt in the air and maintain that position by keeping both feet flat on the mat. C.J. then started to repeatedly rock Corey’s lower body backward and forward, using his tight hold on the shaft. The other guys had not seen him work on a cock in this way in the past, and they wondered if the strain on the muscle would be too much. Corey wondered that too, but his cock felt too good to worry about it. His groans became louder with every massive pull.

“Yeah!” gloated C.J., ready to empty Corey’s balls for the second time.

Corey shouted loud enough on each pull to make every guy crawl to his side, waiting to see how his cock shoots unrestricted by the container. With a low, howling scream, Corey announced the big moment. Eight huge loads fired onto C.J.’s chest. But as he shot, Corey gripped and squeezed (or so he said later) C.J.’s shaft with a ferocity that forced it to erupt at the same time. Everyone watched the two volcanoes erupt simultaneously, spellbound by the awesome sight.

C.J. began to bend forward as each spectacular ejaculation took with it a portion of the stud’s strength. By the time his orgasm ended, C.J. had collapsed onto the mat with his cock still twitching and dripping with cum. The guys congratulated both of them, although Corey, after two wild orgasms, was too whipped to properly acknowledge the praise.

A short time later, Corey heard laughter outside the room. He saw a door open. Through it several more guys entered, all dressed in jeans and t-shirts. When one of them, Luke, saw Corey and C.J. on the mat, covered with cum, he quickly turned to leave. The others—Joe, Mike, Blaine, Doug—held him back.

“Where you goin,’ dude?” asked Joe.

Behaving like a typical straight guy, Luke wanted no part of what he saw and attempted to push his way out of the room. The others prevented that, then dragged him, kicking and swearing, onto the mat near Corey.

“What the fuck!” shouted Luke, as the four new guys stripped him.

Though shorter than most of the others, Luke had a handsome, goateed face and a body that showed many hours spent in a gym. The hands of several of the guys started to roam over Luke’s chest, arms and abs. But the stud’s big balls became the main attraction, especially for Nate.

“Let him go,” ordered Nate.

Once free, Luke crawled toward the door, anxiously looking for his clothes. He glanced backward to see Nate strip, then start to walk toward him. Before Luke could stand, Nate reached him. The tall hunk towered over Luke and ordered him to stand. Luke did so, but immediately tried to sprint toward the door. Nate caught him around the waist with both arms and used the opportunity to apply a reverse bear hug. Nate didn’t hold back. His arms quickly sent stabbing pain into Luke’s sides and gut. Luke shrieked in agony and terror. It shocked him that Nate’s bear hug could so swiftly deplete him of energy plus the will to fight back. Breathing became difficult. Even a short breathe was accompanied by intense pain.

“Stop!” yelled Luke. “I give up! I give up!”

Nate did stop, but not until he had kept the hold going for another minute.

Even then, his arms remained firmly around Luke’s lower waist. Without that support, Luke would have fallen to the mat. While he held the guy in a standing position, Nate lowered his right hand to Luke’s dick. Luke groaned in protest as Nate started stroking it, but couldn’t offer any other resistance. But after several minutes the dick still hadn’t hardened very much.

“I think you need more incentive,” commented Nate.

He released the bear hug and Luke sank to the mat on his knees to recover. Nate moved in front of him and also dropped to his knees. He pressed his chest against Luke’s, then moved both hands down to the guy’s balls. Everyone saw a sudden look of fear and pain in Luke’s eyes.

“Uh-oh,” said Doug to Blaine, shaking his head. “He’s in for it now.”

The guys couldn’t see Nate’s hands, but they knew what was happening: each of them had felt Nate’s ball moves more than once. If a dude had good-sized testicles, Nate would lock a hand around each and go to work. Most guys submitted without delay, but Nate had a habit of keeping the balls gripped for long periods, ignoring submissions.

When Nate got control of a dude’s balls, he had “procedures” that produced particular results. Unfortunately for the victim, the methods often involved pain and many minutes to achieve.

At first, Luke tried to push Nate away, but Nate put the breaks on that with a stern message sent to him through his balls.

“Don’t even try to get away, man,” said Mike, “it’ll hurt less.”

Still, Luke’s expressions conveyed twinges of major pain at times.

“Is he pullin’ ‘em, dude?” Blaine asked Luke. “It’s scary when he does that one-nut-at-a-time.” The other guys nodded their heads in agreement.

Luke didn’t speak; he only gasped and moaned.

With Nate’s back toward his buddies, and the side of his neck pressed against Luke’s neck, few of them could hear much from Nate—except for a quiet and occasional “yeah, yeah,” when he especially liked the results he was getting from his work.

It took a while for the guys to see those results. But when Nate backed away, they all smiled: Luke’s dick had become totally hard and even a little wet at the top.

“Way to go!” said Mike, complementing Nate.

Before he could think of what to do next, the guys pulled Luke down to the mat and held him there. Ben appeared again with a transparent tube. Seeing that, Luke turned his fists loose into the group, desperately fighting whoever he could strike—without knowing exactly what the guys hand in mind. Doug slowed him down by throwing his own punch directly into Luke’s stomach.

Now on his back, gasping for breath, Luke watched Ben fit the tube tightly over his cock head. He turned his head toward Corey and Kyle. His troubled face begged for help.

Corey sat up, preparing to pull him away from Doug and Nate. But he rose slower than usual, still feeling the impact of his two giant orgasms. Kyle put a threatening hand on Corey’s shoulder. He already stood over the stud with his hand pressed down hard, keeping Corey only in a kneeling position. Even though he didn’t know Luke, Corey wanted to help him: he couldn’t predict what these guys might do to the unsuspecting guy.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” asked Kyle in a menacing way.

Corey grasped Kyle’s arm and tried to unhook it from his shoulder.

Kyle knelt down in front of Corey with his other hand in a fist, aimed at the stud’s crotch. “How long has it been since you felt a good ball punch?”

Corey removed his opposing hand and moved it to his testicles.

“Take your hand away,” ordered Kyle. “Take it away.”

Corey did so, but hesitatingly. Kyle’s fist came closer, prompting Corey to shield his balls once more.

“Keep it away. Last warning.”

Corey again complied, his eyes filled with alarm. Kyle moved his fist up against the ball sack. Corey watched the fist open. Kyle’s fingers surrounded the sack. Corey tensed. But the fingers only massaged the testicles in a very erotic way. Corey felt relieved—and pleasured.

“You need to have more trust,” said Kyle. “Tell Luke not to resist.”

“Don’t fight, man. It’ll be easier on you,” said Corey to Luke.

“Good advice,” agreed Kyle. He began again to stroke Corey’s cock, getting the guy to smile back at him. “Corey might join us; you can too,” Kyle said to Luke.

Blaine and Nate gave Luke something to think about as they kneeled near his crotch. Nate took charge of Luke’s balls once more with both hands, while Blaine, using oiled fingers, lightly massaged the guy’s rod.

Luke renewed his effort to escape, but pleasure overruled him. As it quickly became too much for him to control, he lifted his head to watch his excited cock.

“Hey, how will we know which guy makes him shoot?” asked Joe with a grin.

The others laughed.

“Easy. I’ve got his boys already loaded,” answered Nate, as he squeezed the bulging, sperm-filled testicles between his fingers as evidence. Luke’s grunts of pleasure seemed to confirm the statement.

But everyone would also agree that bronzed, sexy Blaine, with his short-cropped black hair and perpetually-hard cock, really knew how to bring up a guy’s juice.

“Blaine can make a guy shoot just by looking at him,” said C.J. jokingly.

“Yeah, you should know,” quipped Eric, who had once seen C.J. do a no-hands orgasm as Blaine kissed him.

His eyes rolling in ecstasy, Luke didn’t know or care who was causing him the most pleasure: he only wanted to release his cum—as violently as possible. He did. His full-throated shouts matched the full jets of sperm he fired into the tube. In fact, the force of his shots started to push the tube off of Luke’s cock. Blaine had to hold it against the wildly erupting rod in order to catch every load.

“Yeah, keep it coming,” said Blaine, smiling…..

The other guys rewarded Luke with lots of pats, massaging and kissing afterward. He could have made a move to leave, yet didn’t. He raised his head and looked at Corey quizzically. “Did they get you like this too?”

“Yeah,” replied Corey.

“I’m glad it’s over,” said Luke, relieved.

“They’ll be back. They got me twice,” added Corey.

“Wanna be part of the group?” Kyle asked Corey.

“What do I have to do?”

“Let one of us take your cum on a regular basis.”

“What do I get out of it?” asked Corey.

“A bunch of new buddies—and lots of money.”

“Money?”

“Some people will pay big bucks for stud sperm. Of course, we also get together for practice sessions—it isn’t always just for money, if you know what I mean.”

Corey was silent. Then he offered a half smile. “Count me in.”

“Terrific!” exclaimed Kyle.

Corey stretched, grinned and spread his legs as a sign of willingness to cooperate.

Kyle unexpectedly gave the guy’s ball sack a hard slap.

“Ouch!” yelled Corey, grabbing his sore balls. “Why did you do that?”

“Never leave your guard down!” replied Kyle. “Besides, a good slap can jump-start the juice!”

Kyle turned toward Luke. “You want in the group too?”

“I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“So?”

“So, I like how she makes my cock feel,” explained Luke.

“Better than me?” interjected Blaine, who had never left Luke’s side. His fingers started reminding the stud’s cock of the pleasures they produced. Blaine had Luke conquered in less than two seconds.

“O.K! O.K!” gasped Luke. “You win!”

Blaine released the rod in triumph.

“Not so fast, man,” said Nate, who came to sit between Luke’s thighs. He took the stud’s balls in both hands like before. “Who makes your nuts feel the best?”

Nate slowly pulled the massive sack toward him, getting it in position for another pleasure workout.

Tom crawled over to Nate and put an arm around his buddy’s shoulder. “Show Blaine who’s the boss,” he whispered in the tall stud’s ear.

The moment Nate’s fingers began working their magic on the balls, Luke gave in to the commanding pleasure it brought him. The guys crowded around to watch Nate work.

“Shit, look at the size of his nuts,” Mike said in amazement. “They’re gettin’ bigger every minute.”

Nate’s rod also grew as he attended to the super-hung stud. Tom smiled and started to caress his buddy’s lengthening shaft.

“Yeah, stroke it,” Nate said to Tom. “The hornier I am, the better I work.”

Luke groaned louder. He had no idea how Nate could make his balls feel so good—incredibly, almost enough to make him cum.

Corey joined the others to watch. “What about it? Are you gonna be the newest member?” he asked Luke.

“Oh God!” gasped the ball-gripped stud.

“I think that’s a ‘yes’!” added Kyle.

(end)