The Stud Busters

Mike and I wrestled occasionally in our small, off-campus apartment, just friendly horsing around during long stretches between classes. We usually did it wearing jeans or shorts, but sometimes we got a little wild and wrestled in briefs. It was always fun—and a good way to keep in shape! One night Mike’s buddy Paul dropped in on us as we were wrestling in briefs. He grabbed a drink and sat down against a wall to watch. After a few minutes, I noticed that he had stripped off everything except his brief. He hadn’t done that before, but I figured he wanted to get into the action at some point. Two against one would make a challenging experience. That proved to be correct, but not in the way I anticipated.

We traded favorite holds, like scissors, bear hugs and leg locks. Mike gradually became more aggressive. When he trapped me in a hold, he held it longer, made it hurt more. I got into doing the same thing to him. Maybe we were showing off in front of Paul. Our bodies radiated heat; perspiration increased.

“You’re lookin’ good tonight,” said Paul to his buddy. “Make him feel it.”

At one point on our knees, struggling to gain an advantage, Mike let loose with a fist to my gut. As I fell forward into him, he nailed me with another gut blow. Now on my hands and knees, I froze, out of breath. Mike got behind, stretched out across my back and at the same time wrapped his arms around my waist. He drove his fists very far up into my gut and held them there in a reverse bear hug that kept me from regaining my breath.

“Yeah, nice move!” yelled Paul.

Mike loved to break you down with a single hold—by inflicting a lot of pain, but more often just from the sheer duration of the maneuver. If he could keep you from escaping, he’d work on that hold for many minutes, sometimes even after you submitted (you never knew when Mike’s sadistic side would re-emerge!). And this bear hug was no different in that respect. But while applying it, he added something that I didn’t expect: a couple of his fingers reached out, caught the top of my dick through the brief and squeezed into it. I shouted in pain and tried to pull Mike’s arms off of me.

“Make him give!” said Paul, who probably couldn’t see the hidden, nasty part of the hold.

“Fuck!” I yelled, unable to stop the dick pain. “I give!”

“Yeah, say it again!” demanded Mike, not releasing the bear hug or the dickhead.

“Shit, man—I give!”

Mike continued to pinch into my dick hard enough to paralyze my whole body. When he finally get go, he pushed me onto my back, then sealed his victory with a schoolboy pin.

“That hurt, man,” I told him, angrily.

“It was supposed to. But you survived, tough guy,” he remarked. He turned to Paul and grinned, “Did you see it?”

“It looked like you had his dick—right?” said Paul.

Mike smiled. “Sure did.”

“Sweet!” replied Paul. “That’ll break any guy.”

Mike stayed on top of me for a long time to emphasize my defeat. He moved his folded legs onto my pinned arms and started to rock them back and forth, causing me more hurt. He kept doing this, sometimes raising his thighs to put more body weight on the biceps. It didn’t take long to significantly weaken my pained and stressed upper arms. But he worked on them for several more minutes anyway. I couldn’t help groaning in agony. He seemed to like that. In fact, as he tortured my biceps, I saw the guy’s dick bulge begin to harden under his brief. I thought it might be temporary result of him dominating me, but the bulge kept getting bigger.

I became worried when the bulge continued to expand and push his brief way forward, just above me. Seeing that sure made me struggle to free myself.

“What’s wrong, stud? Never seen a dude’s hard-on up close before?”

The answer was No, but I didn’t tell him that.

At this point, Mike moved his attention to my right arm, planting both his knees on the bicep. This hurt even more, and I couldn’t avoid yelping in pain. He rocked on that bicep until all of its strength had vanished. Then he grasped the arm, bent it at the elbow and locked it in a short arm scissors. That’s when I really started to scream in pain. The hold doesn’t look vicious, but it really kills your arm.

“I give! I give!” I yelled.

Mike ignored the submission. He sat beside me, facing my legs, and kept pouring on the pain. I made a fist with my free hand and started pounding his arm to retaliate.

“Feels good!” he said sarcastically.

“Stop! I give, you bastard!” I repeated.

“That’s too easy,” he replied. “You gotta do more than that!”

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Do what?”

“Strip. Pull that brief down.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Paul wants to see your balls and dick.”

“Shit! Let go!” I demanded.

I didn’t think the arm scissors could get more painful, but I was wrong. Mike tightened the hold and started pulling up on it. I thought my arm would snap out of its socket. “O.K! O.K. you asshole!”

Paul snickered as I grasped the waistband of my brief and started to pull it down.

“Below your knees, man,” ordered Mike.

Stripping myself in front of two gay guys was truly humiliating, but at least it took my mind off the pain of Mike’s hold. The moment of greatest dread, of course, came when exposing my equipment. Mike had seen me naked many times in our apartment, but it felt really weird to deliberately show myself to a stranger.

“Whaddya think, Paul?” asked Mike.

Paul responded with some whistling, and that bothered me even more. Then he moved closer, staring all the while at my manhood.

“Hey, this boy sure is hung!” said Paul. “You were right.” He got closer still, way too close. He grasped my brief and slid it completely off.

Now nude and kept in place with the arm scissors, I was defenseless.

“Let me up,” I pleaded.

“We like you the way you are—naked,” grinned Mike.

“Time for us to get naked too, buddy,” Paul said to Mike. He pulled off his own brief, then Mike’s.

“Feels much better,” commented Mike, proud of letting me see his huge shaft for the first time.

Paul sat over my left knee. First he gazed at my crotch for a long time, then gave my inner right thigh some sharp punches. He followed up by putting a claw hold on the same spot. I winced from the pain of it as he dug into the thigh muscles.

“Yeah, take it stud!” said Paul. Grinning, he continued the hold, yet all the while the guy kept staring at my balls.

I exhaled in relief when he finally disengaged the hold. But a few seconds later, Paul slapped on a second claw in a different part of my inner thigh. He went from one thigh claw to another over several minutes, delighted that he could do them on a victim without resistance. I managed to survive the claws, but I started to get anxious because Paul applied each one closer to my crotch. At last I felt what I most feared: Paul’s fingers around my ballsack—not clawing it, just holding the sack firmly.

“Get your hand off!” I shouted.

“Don’t get so excited,” said Mike. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” I roared. “You’re queers. You planned this, didn’t you.”

“Yeah, and sort of.” He paused. “Hey, your face is gettin’ red.”

“Fuck you both!” I said.

“Nothin’ you can do about it, so cool yourself, buddy,” said Mike.

He was right, of course. Paul had my balls in his hand and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. His fingers started to them explore them. The guy seemed obsessed with my testicles, feeling them in every possible way.

“Oh baby,” said Paul softly, sounding awestruck by their size and weight. “These go beyond sexy, man.”

As I tried to get used to a guy handling my privates, something even worse happened: my dick started to harden. I fought against the arousal, but my cock seemed jealous of Paul’s preoccupation with the balls. The shaft soon became fully rigid, as if trying to get his attention.

“OK, let me up, guys, the fun’s over,” I said, hoping to end this little misadventure.

“The fun hasn’t even started yet!” Mike quipped.

“Yeah,” Paul agreed, “I’m just gettin’ to like these boys.”

“Are they stiff enough for ya?” asked Mike.

“Super stiff,” replied Paul. “He’s got a pair of golf balls, man.”

“Then do it,” said Mike.

I didn’t know what Mike meant, but I soon found out. Paul began to squeeze my nuts harder. He did it gradually, putting more and more muscle into the grip as the seconds and minutes passed. The move terrified me, because I had no idea how far he would go with the pressure. I made an attempt to lift myself and get away. Mike put an end to that idea by tightening his arm scissors. My back hit the floor once more.

“Stay where you are,” advised Paul. “You don’t wanna get me mad!”

I decided that was advice worth taking. But eventually the squeeze became extreme. I yelled for him to stop.

“I wanna see how much of a man you are,” said Paul.

“If you keep squeezin’ my nuts like this, I won’t be a man much longer!”

“You’re tougher than you think,” replied Paul.

The guy kept increasing the pressure until I thought my balls would explode. “No! Stop!” I begged.

But Paul ignored my pleading. I grabbed Mike with my free hand. “Make him stop!” I said to Mike.

“No way,” he replied. “But I’ll let go of your arm if you stay down.”

“O.K,” I agreed, realizing that reducing at least some of the pain would make things a little easier. After all, the arm scissors had rendered my arm limp and I couldn’t use it anyway.

“You turn me on when you’re in pain,” said Mike, noting the fear in my eyes.

Then he put a folded leg across my chest as insurance and patted my faced gently. “You’re doin’ fine, stud.” He looked down at Paul’s hold on my nuts. “Man, you sure got big ones,” he said to me.

I groaned loudly as the ball pain continued to increase. Mike put his fingers around my cock and stoked it for a moment, which felt really great. I grunted in response to the unexpected and welcomed pleasure. I even put a hand on his leg in appreciation.

He let go of my cock and watched the muscle twitch in pleasure, hoping for more attention.

I now became more aware of the ball pain again. I gasped and whimpered from the terror of Paul’s ever expanding squeeze. Then, just as I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, Mike took my cock again. This time he spent more time stroking and caressing it.

“Tell me you want it,” said Mike.

“Yes! I want it! Don’t stop!” I replied, thankful for any pleasure I could feel.

Fortunately, he kept going. He wasn’t actually jerkin’ me off, he was sort of teasing my cock with short strokes. Somehow he had found the places that caused the greatest pleasure. It felt so great that I almost wanted to kiss the guy—almost!

Mike and Paul engaged in some sexy banter while they simultaneously pleasured and tortured me. I disregarded it—until I heard one comment that greatly bothered me: Mike said, “Look, he’s givin’ us some cum!”

Apparently some pre-cum was oozing from my cock hole. Was it from Paul’s extreme bear hug on my balls, or from Mike’s cock-teasing? Or both? Mike caressed my cum hole with his finger. That made my whole body jerk—along with my shaft—and much to my embarrassment, it also brought out more pre-cum.

“Yeah, you’re right, man,” Paul said. “He’s loaded.”

Mike now focused on the rounded, slippery head of my cock. Unlike Paul’s hold, Mike’s maneuver made only the slightest contact with his rigid prize. Yet it produced so much pleasure that the guy had me writhing and gasping continuously from his every touch. What he did also produced a continuous flow of pre-cum—according to the reports that Mike gave me. I became so distracted by the pleasure that I didn’t have a clue about the juice oozing out of me. Sometimes he’d stop for a minute, let some of the pleasure subside, and have fun watching what his touches had created.

Meanwhile, Paul secured my left leg between his thighs. Keeping my balls tightly squeezed with one hand, he used the other to push my right leg farther away from my left, slowly forcing me into a split position. At first I hardly noticed it, but the widening split eventually reached the critical point and I screamed in pain.

“Yeah, open him up,” said Mike. “Let’s see that crotch!”

The pain became so great that I could hardly speak. I could no longer tell which hurt more—my split crotch or my squeezed balls. Yet, at the same time, the pre-cum kept flowing. It wasn’t long before Mike had smeared my entire shaft with it. Once well-lubed, the slightest touch made the muscle react even more excitedly. The guy teased it mercilessly for I don’t know how long. My whole body twitched in spasms of simultaneous pleasure and pain. Yet throughout it all, I could feel a distant, slowly approaching pleasure building in my balls and lower shaft. These guys intended to make me shoot!

“No!” I protested in between grunts of pleasure. I definitely wasn’t ready to accept shooting off in the presence of two gay guys. “Don’t make me….”

“Deal with it,” Paul said to me in a determined voice.

Mike gripped my shaft and studied the captured, pulsing muscle carefully. “Give ‘em more,” he said to Paul.

Paul split me farther. I screamed as pain shot through my crotch.

“Yeah,” said Mike, feeling my captured rod throb harder in his hand.

Paul looked up at me with a big grin on his face. “We’ve got ya now, stud!”

“No!” I shouted.

“Oh yeah we do,” said Mike, confidently.

“It’s time for you to agree to some things,” announced Paul.

“Fuck!” I yelled, well aware that both pleasure and pain had almost reached the critical point.

“From now on, you’re gonna do whatever we say,” said Mike.

“Yes!” I shouted, ready to agree to whatever they said.

“You’re gonna strip naked for us, anywhere we tell you to,” said Paul.

When I didn’t respond immediately, Paul crushed my nuts harder.

“YES! YES” I yelled. “I’ll strip anywhere for you!”

“You’re gonna let us mess with your cock and nuts anytime we want, for as long as we want,” said Mike.

“Yes!”

“You’re gonna let me drain you every day,” said Mike.

“Yes! Yes! Anything!” I gasped.

“O.K.” Mike said to me. “Now we’re gonna see your cum, buddy!”

At this point, I was glad to hear the word “now.” I longed for the release, for the pleasure—whether in front of these guys or not. That’s all I could think about. Yeah, I felt like a slave, ready to perform as they wished, but by this time I had become a willing slave, even an eager one.

Mike knew that he had me ready to cum at any moment, so he handled my inflamed cock with great care. Holding it steady with one hand, he flicked the shaft with a fingernail of his other hand.

I yelled from the instant pain this caused, and then from the burst of pleasure that immediately followed it.

Mike grinned and flicked it again. “How many of these can you take?”

The guy gave my cock several more sharp flicks, with long spaces in between to enjoy my reaction and to give the pleasure surges a chance to lessen after each attack.

“Slap it,” suggested Paul.

Mike couldn’t resist. I felt a sudden pain halfway up my shaft, then another big surge of pleasure throughout the whole muscle. He slapped it again, harder. I shrieked from the increased pain and pleasure.

“Slap his nuts,” said Mike to Paul.

“No!” I yelled.

Paul released my nuts, then stroked them a little. “You ready, stud?” he asked me.

“No! No!” I protested. But my yells did no good. Paul suddenly gave my balls a hard slap. My mouth flew open in shock.

To compensate, Mike started to caress my throbbing cock. That did wipe out some of the ball pain. But Paul slapped my nuts a second time, with more force. Strangely, it didn’t seem to hurt as much as the first time, maybe because Mike kept rubbing my shaft, flooding me with pleasure.

Paul took a commanding hold of my balls again. “Oh yeah,” he said softly, as if acknowledging their toughness.

Mike had my cock at the peak of anticipation. He held it between two fingers, just below the deliriously sensitive head, and smiled. Soon my pleasure doubled. I lifted my head to see what Mike was doing. His fingertips moved on the cock head, but with only a slight motion that seemed almost imperceptive. Yet my cock was pulsing wildly.

“Let me cum! Make me cum!” I begged—never imagining I would ever say those words to a guy.

“Take it easy, stud. You’re gonna cum—when I say so.” Mike stretched out alongside me and continued to work on the top of my frantic shaft with great care.

The pleasure became too much, way beyond anything I had been able to achieve when I jerked the rod myself. I grabbed Mike and held him close. “Please do it!” I whispered.

I will never forget those minutes before I shot off—although it seemed like an hour—as Mike toyed with cock, terrorizing it with pleasure. His control of my cum was stunning—steady, powerful—and the extreme pleasure he unleashed made my jaw drop in disbelief. My body strained and sweat with each small movement of his fingers. I breathed harder and faster.

Strangely, slowly, my ball pain became ball pleasure, even though Paul never compromised on his squeeze.

“He’s ready, man,” noted Paul, feeling my nuts and sack skin stiffening.

Mike’s fingers moved slower and slower, although my pleasure kept rising. I pulled my body closer to his, whimpering like a little boy from the indescribable, frighteningly intense sensations I felt.

“Kiss me, man,” he said.

I was going to anyway. Before my lips touched his, I looked down to see Mike now working on my cock with only a single finger, his middle one. But that featherweight touching of his fingertip was steadily pushing me into an ecstasy previously unknown. I kissed the guy more passionately than I had kissed anybody in my whole life.

“Squirt my finger,” Mike whispered through the long kiss.

“Fuck yes!” I whispered. His fingertip finally stopped and pressed into the tight, pulsing surface of my cock head. That brought a pleasure so great that I screamed right into Mike’s mouth.

“Yeah!” shouted Paul, feeling my balls constrict at the climax.

The orgasm was staggering. My body arched up from the floor, despite the restraining leg split and ferocious squeeze on my balls. “Empty these big boys!” yelled Paul.

The first cum shots were unusually powerful. I don’t even remember the entire orgasm. I don’t remember when Paul released my nuts or the leg split. But I did squirt Mike’s finger—more like “drenched” it, along with his entire hand, and more. I’ve never been so overwhelmed by anything. Afterward, I rolled on my back, breathing hard and unable to move from that position.

“That was awesome, man!” Mike said softly. “What a cock you have.”

“And more cum than three guys,” added Paul, stroking my nuts.

Mike pulled me up and rested my upper body against his chest. “You’re hot, man,” he whispered in my ear. “Every part of you.”

He coiled an arm loosely around my neck. I stroked it affectionately. He raised his other arm and hooked it onto the coiled one. I soon realized that wasn’t a loving gesture: he had me in a kind of serious choke hold.

“Ah, you fucker,” I groaned, not having the strength to attempt an escape. “What are you doin’?”

“Puttin’ you out, stud,” he replied.

I could feel myself getting groggy, sinking lower and lower. “What? No! Why….? ”

“You can’t resist, man. Let it take you. Let the sleep come,” said Mike.

“No!” I gasped.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be out for a while. I have some things I wanna try on your cock—things I don’t want you to see, at least not yet.”

I could only utter a brief groan. The room gradually grew darker, then completely black.

I don’t remember how long I lay on the floor. But I became aware of Paul sitting beside me, slapping my face gently and caressing my chest.

“He really had you out, man,” he said.

“What?” I asked, as if I were drunk. “Oh, wow,” I continued, still a little confused, but feeling very good, very relaxed. My cock stretched across my gut, totally stiff and throbbing in wonderful pleasure. “What happened?”

“After Mike put you to sleep, he had a lot of fun with your cock. He even gave me some lessons!”

“Lessons?”

“Yeah, the moves that will make you cum!” admitted Paul.

“I shot off again?”

“You sure did. It was HOT!”

Mike crawled up close and put an arm around Paul. “I showed my buddy what your cock likes, so your cum isn’t safe anymore—around either of us!”

They both grinned, but I felt more defeated than ever.

“Hey, you have prize-winning juice, man,” said Paul, trying to make me feel better. “You shouldn’t keep it all to yourself!”

“I guess you’re right,” I agreed with some hesitation.

“Definitely,” said Paul.

He tickled the lower half of my rod. It jumped high, like I hadn’t had shot off in a week. My body tingled from the renewed pleasure. I didn’t have the energy to escape, so I just lay there, letting Paul play with my cock.

“It’s a handsome one, stud,” he said quietly. “When it gets hard, it stays hard.”

“You know what that means,” Mike remarked.

They didn’t have to explain it: my cock hole was already filled with fresh pre-cum.

“Get up,” said Paul.

When I staggered to my feet, Paul said “Hang ‘im,” to Mike.

Before I could do anything to prevent it, Mike turned around, grabbed my neck from behind and pulled me against his back. Then he slowly bent forward, arching me into a perfect hangman hold.

“No!” I groaned, feeling the hold’s full and scary impact.

“Yeah, hold him,” said Paul.

What he did next shocked the shit out of me. While my body hung helpless across Mike’s back, Paul moved in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. I gasped as a sudden, massive wave of ecstasy gripped the full length of it. I began to feel Paul’s tongue against the underside of my rod, increasing the pleasure dramatically. I shouted involuntarily.

After about a minute, the guy released my cock and spoke. “Never had a guy suck you off until now?” asked Paul.

“Paul’s a pro at that, man!” commented Mike, keeping me hung for his buddy.

Paul, swallowed my cock again. Another ecstatic wave rose up through my shaft. I could feel my cock pulsing wildly as Paul proved that he was definitely an expert at sucking a guy. I kept shouting in amazement at the raw pleasure he produced. I could just barely see the top of Paul’s head. He had stopped his sucking motion and was doing something to my cock with his tongue. I finally realized that he had my entire cock in his mouth. I felt his lips pressing against the top of my ballsack.

“Paul needs a feeding, stud. You ready to give it to him?” asked Mike.

“No—not again! I can’t!” I gasped.

“Yes you can, dude. Paul’s gonna swallow everything you’ve got! He’s been talkin’ about doing it for days.”

“No! No!” I groaned, fighting back the urge to shoot. But the pleasure kept mounting. Paul grunted, probably sensing that my rod would soon submit to him. Or maybe he was already tasting some pre-cum that had escaped from my anxious, pleasure-intoxicated cock-hole.

My electrified shaft had never felt like this before. “Ahhhh!” I screamed in my lowest, sexiest voice.

“He’s gonna get ya!” said Mike.

“Shit!” I yelled, trying to survive the pleasure. Suddenly I started to yell the word “Yes!” over and over, as if delirious.

The pleasure kept building. Paul really had me. He also knew how to keep me on the edge, deliberately torturing my cock with mind-numbing pleasure.

When the orgasm finally came, the explosion of ecstasy made my entire body jerk, even though Mike still had me locked in the hangman. Once my pump started, it couldn’t keep up with the huge amount of cum that craved release. At least, that’s how it felt.

“Shit!” I shouted, overwhelmed by the release.

Paul grunted loudly as he consumed load after load of my milk, all the while pressing into my testicles with both hands, encouraging them to produce more. I think it worked: my balls felt bigger, harder. I pumped and pumped, every ejaculation ripping into me with pleasure.

Paul’s grunts told Mike what was happening. “Yeah! Drink it all!” said Mike.

My pump kept going. Paul stayed on my cock, torturing it and swallowing what I gave him. I couldn’t tell if he was forcibly taking my cum, or if was I forcibly feeding it to the guy! What a sexy experience! It felt like my cock was emptying, then refilling and shooting again in a constant cycle. I didn’t want it to end.

But after several wild, exhausting minutes, it did. Mike let my body fall to the floor.

Paul cupped my balls in a hand. “We got ya again!” he said with a smile.

His fingers felt so good around my nuts that I laid a hand on them to ensure he didn’t remove the hand.

“Don’t worry, stud,” he said, giving them a kind of erotic massage. “These are mine now.”

Surprisingly, my cock still released occasional spurts of cum following the orgasm. We watched it for a long time.

“God, that feels good,” I told Paul as he handled my balls. “You’re gonna do this often, I hope!”

“Very often,” replied Paul. He paused. “Ever shot off just from ballwork?” he asked.

“No. Can guys do that?”

“Some of them.”

“Shit,” interjected Mike, “You almost made me shoot while you were blowin’ him!”

Paul and I grinned when Mike displayed his twitching, upright cock, moist from oozing pre-cum. His large balls hung impressively under that tall shaft, which must have measured at least ten inches. As I stared at it, saliva quickly formed in my mouth, though at the time, I didn’t know why. I realized that I wanted to suck that shaft.

Maybe the guys could read that in my eyes. Mike got on knees and so did I. Paul moved beside me, spit into his right palm and took hold of Mike’s shaft. He began to massage his buddy’s shaft slowly, erotically, methodically.

Mike groaned his approval. “Yeah, stroke me, man!”

The impressive shaft seemed to grow another inch as Paul worked on it. Mike responded frequently with loud grunts of approval. At one point Paul aimed the cock directly at me. A large drop of cum had oozed from the head and clung precariously to its surface. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch it. Such an action was completely new to me, but also seemed right.

Mike’s muscular body flexed as my open mouth moved closer to the waiting shaft. The moment finally came when the hard, rounded surface of Mike’s cockhead touched my tongue. I took that drop of cum. It felt both bizarre and sexy! Paul moved the head slowly around my lips, then gradually eased it into my mouth. I closed my eyes while a new sensation and a new kind of excitement captured me.

Mike gasped as I explored the tight head with my tongue and lips. Paul put a hand on the top of my head and gently pushed until I had about half the cock in my mouth. My tongue went crazy trying to investigate and rub every part of its warm surface.

“Fuck!” groaned Mike, electrified by the pleasure. “Good boy!”

Hearing those words made me feel even better. My cock leaped up several times, as if ready to shoot off again.

Paul wrapped his right hand around Mike’s nutsack and held it firmly. He grinned at me and said, “You’re makin’ his balls super hard, man.” He roughed up my hair in a lighthearted way with his left hand. “He’s ready whenever you are.”

Mike was gasping and groaning so much that it gave me an incredible rush of power. I had pinned guys lots of times during wrestling matches, and forced many others to submit to me when they could no longer stand the pain of a hold, but what I was doing to Mike made me feel even more dominant. I was about to taste the ultimate source of this muscular guy’s power, the thing that made him a man. I lowered my head and took most of his long rod in my mouth.

“Ah!” yelled Mike ecstatically.

I never thought I could make a guy cry out like that. I turned my tongue loose on his cock. The shaft instantly became rock-like.

Mike screamed again and again and grabbed my head tightly.

I reciprocated by grasping his ass with both hands.

“I’m gonna cum!” he yelled, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Yeah!” said Paul, still gripping Mike’s balls. “Do it!”

A few seconds later, power-squirts of hot juice began shooting from Mike’s huge pole. Paul’s left hand patted and stoked my shoulder as I helped myself to his buddy’s cum.

“Fuck yeah!” Paul shouted. “Fuckin’ hot, man! Fuckin’ hot!”

Swallowing every jet kept me busy, and they were big, full shots—way too many to count or remember.

“Yeah, take the dude!” said Paul, watching me gradually devour and deplete Mike.

It took a while to finish him. At the end the poor guy didn’t have anything left. I think I did a good job for my first time at it, even keeping his cock tightly locked in my mouth long afterward. Mike put his arms around me, and from the sound of his continuing groans, he was pretty happy that I didn’t pull away from him. I reciprocated by rubbing his back and his butt with my hands.

Mike finally fell backward to the floor, his cock still hard and occasionally leaping up as if I had not stopped sucking it.

“This boy’s got it,” Mike said to Paul. “He deserves an award.”

“He sure does,” replied Paul, cupping my balls in his hand again.

Mike got up and walked out of the room briefly.

During his absence, Paul stroked my pecs. “I’m in love with you, man,” he said very softly. I turned my head toward his and our lips met. Throughout the long kiss, Paul continued his whispered speech. “I want you. I wanted you the first time I saw you. Come and sleep with me tonight. I have to get inside you and breed all night!”

I responded with only a single word, “Yes.” We broke off the kiss and Mike re-entered the room holding something.

“This is your reward, man. A hot cock strap for a dude with hot balls!”

The strap consisted of three leather pieces—one to fit around the cock and one to enclose each testicle. I smiled as Mike snapped it in place. My cock twitched its approval.

“Every morning before your first class I’m gonna snap this on ya. It’ll show off your bulges really well when you wear your cutoffs or shorts.”

Over the next several minutes both guys sprawled across me and began to toy with my newly strapped nuts and cock. They got a kick out of discussing and sharing my equipment with each other. The strap definitely made me feel horny, especially my well-displayed balls.

Soon, Mike’s long shaft looked ready to go again.

“We’re gonna get Justin tomorrow night,” said Paul as he tickled my cock skin. “Wanna join us?”

I looked at him with some confusion.

“We want you on our team,” added Mike.

“Team?”

“Yeah, we look for studs to bust! Mike met Justin at the gym last week.”

I fell silent, but I was thinking, “Me hooking up with a couple of gay guys?”

“Come on, dude, you’ll love it,” said Mike, giving my protruding balls several sexy squeezes.

I smiled, unable to reject the pleasure that created. “OK, I’m in,” I said, still a little apprehensive.

“Cool, it’s settled,” confirmed Paul, tickling my shaft. “We need a third guy because Justin’s a tough one. Plus he thinks he’s straight! We have to clear up his thinking!”

He laughed and let Mike have a turn at my rod.

Mike’s teasing and pinching soon produced very strong pleasure surges inside my shaft. “Your cock is close to the size of Justin’s. Mind if I practice on it for tomorrow’s bust?”

“Go ahead,” I said, sitting upright with my arms supporting me. I boldly spread my legs wider to give Mike a good position between them. Paul moved behind me and put his arms around my chest.

Mike began “testing” my rod with a series of brief squeezes in various places. Each one made me jerk in both pain and pleasure—sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. My balls started to push against the leather straps that held and separated them.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain that stiffened my whole body. My head flew back against Paul. Mike had some kind of murderous hold on my lower shaft with both hands. But my balls also hurt. I closed my eyes and winced, too scared to look down and see the cause.

“Ahh! What’s he doin’?” I whispered to Paul.

“Don’t move, man. He’s got his thumbs pressed into your nuts and his fingers chokin’ the bottom of your cum tube,” reported Paul. “Shit,” he whispered, with a tone of serious concern.

“Yes!” said Mike, triumphantly.

Curiosity at last overcame the pain and I had to look. “Oh god!” I cried. Observing the vicious hold seemed to make the pain worse. I wailed in agony, hoping that Mike would disengage. But he didn’t. I tried to grab his arms and pull them away.

“Hold him!” Mike said to Paul.

Paul reluctantly caught my arms in a chicken wing, keeping me from any further interference. My screams became ongoing, but Mike didn’t halt the torture.

“How does it feel, dude? It’s my newest stud-breaking hold,” said Mike.

My loud cries filled the room. Mike didn’t let up. The guy’s muscular physique seemed to appear more and more impressive as my pain increased. Cum started to form on the head of his cock. Did he believe he could force me into another orgasm this way?

“He wants your cum,” whispered Paul. “Give it to him. Than we can go to my place.”

The hold seemed way too low on my cock to make me cum. But then I saw Mike’s juice slowly emerge on his cockhead and start to run down the side of his shaft as the guy tortured my cock and nuts. My cock jerked in excitement. My heart raced. I thrust my cock forward, trying to jumpstart an orgasm. No luck. Mike grinned. My body grew weak. Energy abandoned me. I realized the bitter truth that the hold would keep my shaft hard, but not quite enough to make me shoot.

“Hey buddy,” Mike said to Paul. “What do you think of my stud-breaker?”

Paul stared at the gruesome cock-punishing, ball-punishing hold. “Finish him, man, before you wreck the guy.”

“He’s gotta say the right words first,” said Mike.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “What do you want to hear?!” Then it dawned on me. I shouted out the words that a straight stud would never say to gay guy: “I’ll suck your rod if you let go!”

Mike immediately released the hold and Paul freed my trapped arms.

“That’s how we’re gonna break Justin tomorrow night,” explained Mike.

“How about this way?” said Paul, flying into Mike.

As I groaned on the mat, I watched Paul quickly head scissor Mike, grab his cum-slick shaft and start jacking it roughly. Mike yelled, unable to defend himself against the pleasure that roared up his cock. He shot off almost immediately. But Paul kept at the cock, sending Mike into violent spasms of post-orgasm pleasure. At first he laughed, then he cried out to Paul to stop.

Paul continued the jacking, which thoroughly demolished Mike’s resistance. “Here’s the deal: I get him tonight, and tomorrow you get him. Deal?”

“Yes! Deal! Deal!” cried Mike.

Paul disengaged, leaving Mike gasping on the floor. I smiled at Mike while Paul and I put on our clothes—actually only our outer shorts and shoes.

As Paul drove us toward his apartment, he fingered my cock through my thin shorts as he drove. The pleasure instantly disarmed me. My head fell back against the soft headrest. In no time he had my cock ready to submit to him.

“I don’t think I can wait ‘til we get to your place!” I whispered.

“Do it—I love the feel of soaked shorts.”

(end)