Trio

Rocky and Joe enjoyed being roommates. They weren’t really lovers, but liked doings things together—with their clothes on, and off. The two had many of the same interests. The main one, of course, was males. Although they spent a lot of time in gay bars, the guys had fun in straight bars also. They loved the challenge of picking up straight dudes and finding out how “straight” they really were, or weren’t.

Rocky and Joe also loved wrestling—with each other, or with anyone who shared their passion for it. Rocky’s superior skills enabled him to beat most guys easily, partly because of his strong build and college wrestling ex­perience. Joe, like Rocky, was in his mid-twenties and had a solid physique. His wild, somewhat curly blond hair contrasted sharply with Rocky’s black hair, which was long, thick and stiff (three words that also usually described the state of Rocky’s dick).

Both guys thought of wrestling and sex as two aspects of the same thing. As a result, holds that could bring about an orgasm were the ones to “shoot for.” They called these “wet” holds. Joe considered “Jet” (Rocky’s very appropriate nickname) as the undisputed master of these maneu­vers. He’d seen him cream lots of guys with them and had felt his buddy’s sex holds many times himself. Joe admired Rocky’s ability to always get the intended result when he executed a wet hold. His opponent might submit, but if Rocky continued the hold, the guy would eventually shoot off. There didn’t seem to be an escape.

One evening Rocky and Joe had some drinks at a favorite straight tavern. They saw several good looking guys come and go. Suddenly a guy appeared who got their attention fast—a terrifically handsome stud, dressed in faded Levi’s, a red tee and banged-up cowboy boots. He sat on one of the bar stools near Rocky and Joe. The guys thought he might be a construction worker, since he had the body and demeanor for that kind of job. It turned out that they were right.

They moved to stools beside him. Rocky introduced himself right away and struck up a conversation with the stranger, who called himself Dave. Rocky steered the subject to sports, then to wrestling, announcing that Joe and he were amateur champs—undefeated.

Dave rotated his stool toward Rocky. His widespread legs revealed some good-sized bulges in his jeans, a fact immediately noticed by both guys. Rocky especially eyed the guy’s prominent ball bulges.

“I wrestle too,” Dave stated bluntly.

The conversation soon became three-way, as the guys exchanged descriptions of some of their memorable matches, and how they’d won them. It wasn’t long before the accounts became more fiction than fact, but the three thoroughly enjoyed the interchange.

“What was your last tournament?” asked Dave.

“We were in the Gay Games,” said Joe.

Dave laughed. “Two queers! Hell, no wonder you’re undefeat­ed—your sissy opponents probably fell on their limp wrists! A real wrestler could whip you guys at once!”

“Get serious,” laughed Rocky.

“I don’t bullshit,” quipped Dave. “I’d have you two beggin’ for mercy before you knew what happened.”

“I doubt it, Davey boy,” said Rocky sharply.

The stranger’s eyes flashed with annoyance. He hated it when someone called him “Davey” or “boy.”

“Let’s do it if you’re not chicken!” challenged Rocky.

“You’re on, pal” said the stud with a grin.

“How about at our place—we have a mat.”

“Wherever,” answered Dave. “I’ll beat your ass anywhere!”

Despite the fact that Joe and Rocky were well-built males, Dave didn’t consider them a serious threat because in his mind, gay dudes were wimps. Rocky and Joe had run into this attitude before. They didn’t find it a drag, but something to have fun with.

“Like it?” Joe asked Dave as the stud entered the guys’ wrestling room.

“Not bad,” he replied, somewhat surprised to see all the workout equipment along the walls of the spacious room. A large mat covered most of the area. “Let’s do it,” said Dave. “Submission only wins.”

Rocky and Joe nodded in approval. The three guys flipped off their shirts, shoes and socks, but kept their ass-hugging jeans on for the moment. As Rocky and Joe stepped onto the mat, Dave surprised them with a powerful shove from be­hind. It immediately sent the guys down on their hands and knees. Standing between the two, Dave simultaneously slammed his forearms into their lower backs, flattening them to the mat.

As Rocky began pushing himself up, Dave slid a leg under his belly, brought the other leg down from above and coiled them together around the guy’s gut. But Rocky loved scissor holds—both giving and receiving them. Nevertheless, the tremendous power of Dave’s legs startled him. The iron-like thighs clamped onto his gut with a ferocious finality. Rocky yelped in pain.

“Feel good?” taunted Dave.

“Yeah,” groaned Rocky defiantly.

“Then here’s more!” Dave dug his legs into Rocky even more violently, squeezing with tremendous force. Rocky could only utter a weak scream: he had little breath to make much of a sound.

“Give!” ordered Dave, repeating the killer squeeze.

“No way!” gasped Rocky.

Dave rolled him onto his back and crushed the guy’s gut mercilessly. Despite the extreme pressure, feeling the rigid thighs turned him on. His cock began to harden.

Without warning, Dave started to groan in discomfort. Joe had intervened and locked a claw onto the stud’s forehead. Dave tried to tear the hand away, but Joe’s claw was devastating. The stud fought back like a wounded animal, real­izing that he had to break the hold, because Joe’s hand also covered his eyes and he needed to see! Unable to pull off the hand, Dave drove a fist into the blond’s stomach. Joe clutched his belly and toppled forward.

Dave reapplied his scissors-of-death on Rocky. Facing his opponent’s lower body, he propped himself up on his side with his left arm. He put the right hand on his own thigh for extra power and poured on the punishment. “Yeah!” he shouted, expecting a quick submission.

Rocky suffered, but at the same time he ran a hand slowly up and down Dave’s jean-clad thigh as a sign of respect, and even of affection.

“Give it up!” demanded Dave, grinding unrestrainedly into Rocky’s aching gut.

Rocky yelled, deep-throated and long. He gripped Dave’s massive thigh.

“Yeah, time to give—it’s all over!” The stud continued the torture full throttle, extracting another sustained cry from his victim. “Come on, queer, let’s hear it!”

But no matter how long or how hard Dave worked the hold, he couldn’t make Rocky submit. Entirely focused on his goal, Dave didn’t view Joe as a potential threat. So when Joe approached the two on his knees, Dave ignored him. The blond positioned himself behind Dave, pulled his right hand away from the guy’s upper thigh and hammerlocked it. The move surprised Dave. But keeping the hammer­lock in place, Joe followed up by slamming a right-handed claw into Dave’s gut.

The stud reacted with an instant shout of disbelief. His under­estimation of Joe’s strength caused the disbelief, and his sensitivity to claws applied to his stomach or gut struck him with real fear. With his right hand hammerlocked behind him, and his back pinned to the blond’s legs, Dave had little defense against the claw. He could either give up, release his scis­sors, or somehow try to outlast the claw.

Joe worked his fingers into the smooth gutflesh. Dave winced, but he re­fused to let go of the scissors on Rocky: he still had the energy to apply it with authority. But Joe moved his hand lower, reposition­ing the claw to allow three fingers to slide under the top of Dave’s jeans, then under his brief. The stud tolerated this, but when Joe reached lower and touched the tip of his long dick, Dave immediately reacted.

“Get your fuckin’ hand outa there!” he yelled.

Joe laughed and continued to get acquainted with the large, cut head. Dave struggled, but soon found it useless. “Shit!” he barked. “Shit!”

The blond maneuvered the dickhead between two fingers and scissored it gently. After a minute or so of this steady pressure, the rod began to toughen up. As it did, Joe toughened up the scissors in equivalent degrees. Furious over his lengthening rod, Dave shouted a series of threats at Joe, then un­leashed a barrage of sharp squeezes into Rocky’s gut with his legs. But Joe and Rocky weren’t easily intimidated. And neither was Dave’s cock: it grew by leaps and bounds.

In a short time Dave’s rod started to leak pre-cum. As Joe worked on the enlarging head, the drops became more frequent. Finally they flowed in a continuous stream, coating Joe’s fingers and saturating the top of the brief. Dave felt his cock push upward—beyond the brief, then beyond the waistband of his jeans.

“Hey Dave, your cock likes bein’ scissored! Let’s see if it likes bear hugs, too!” smiled Joe. The blond traded the claw for a full grip on the shaft with his right hand.

“Ah!” shouted Dave. A strong jolt of pleasure electrified his shaft. Dave couldn’t wait any longer. He had to get out of this predicament NOW. He released the scissors on Rocky, leaped up and went after Joe. He spun around and drove a thumb into the front of Joe’s neck, paralyzing the blond instantly. He forced the guy down on his back with the “spike” and crawled to a sitting position on Joe’s chest, where he could apply the hold to the max. Joe involuntarily grabbed Dave’s hand, but the incapacitating nature of the spike easily blocked his attempts to escape.

“Say it! Say it!” screamed the stud.

Joe sputtered and coughed. Dave pushed the spike in further, using his other hand to gain additional support and power. Joe’s jaw dropped open. The wrestler grinned in triumph, believing that the blond would call it quits. He didn’t realize, however, that Dave’s dick for some reason always stiffened up when he applied them on guys or when a guy locked one on him. Furthermore, he loved having Dave on top of him, his face only inches away from the stud’s widespread thighs and bulging crotch. Joe’s tool jumped to attention, ready to spit out its maleness.

But in a flash Rocky knocked Dave to the mat on his shoulders with a side slam. “Now it’s YOUR turn to be on the bottom, man!” said Rocky, climbing on the guy’s belly and crisscrossing his arms firmly against the chest.

“Fuck!” snapped Dave, aware that he was trapped again.

Joe stood over the guy’s crotch. “Hey, whatcha pissed about, Dave?” he said. “Maybe I can do something you’ll really like.” Joe reached down and slowly rubbed the wrestler’s long rod through his tight jeans. Dave fought to get out from under Rocky, but only got out of breath in the process.

“Still pissed? Maybe you’ll like this better.” Joe took hold of the denim-covered cock with both hands and gave it a long, delicious squeeze. Dave reacted by moving his legs into and out of many positions as Joe squeezed. He spread them far apart, he bucked, he lifted them off the mat, he drew his feet forward to prop up his muscular thighs, he slowly moved his bent legs apart and together several times, as if either hating or loving the cock squeeze.

Joe went back to rubbing the stiff bulge. Then he opened the jeans and pulled them off. “Yeah!” exclaimed Joe, staring at the sexy jockstrap underneath. Some pre-cum had ren­dered the fabric nearly transparent. Dave’s sex muscle jutted into it prominently, stretching and shaping the brief around it like a condom, poised for action. Joe dropped to his knees between the wrestler’s legs, took hold of the big tool.

The stud yelled in defiance. But the pleasure of it had become too great to ignore. Joe slid his hand under one side of the jock and wrapped his fingers around the stiff cockflesh. He slowly pulled up and down on the tool, making the wrestler groan in raw pleasure.

“Does an orgasm count as a submission?” Joe asked Rocky with a chuckle.

“Sure does, buddy!” answered Rocky.

Joe pulled the tool sideways and positioned its head under the brief’s waistband. He began to move the rod slowly back and forth, grinding the rigid tip into the elastic, and causing almost unbearable pleasure.

“Ah!” yelled Dave, reacting to the awesome sensation.

Joe tortured the cockhead until the stud screamed a series of loud submissions.

“I give! I give! Make him let go!” he kept repeating to Rocky, disarmed by the indescribable pleasure in his cock.

“I’ll make him stop if you promise something,” offered Rocky. “Promise to be cool with Joe and I. Buddies—no more crap about ‘queers’.”

“O.K., deal!” yelled Joe, fearing his cock could explode at any moment.

“You heard him, Joey,” said Rocky.

“Yeah,” said Joe. “I guess it’s a time-out.” He stopped working on the big rod, but held it through the brief for a couple of minutes longer—playing with it, tickling it, seeing pre-cum continue to moisten the jock periodically.

Rocky let go of Dave’s arms and looked down at him. “How about another fall?”

“Fine with me,” said the wrestler. “I’m still gonna beat your ass, whether you’re gay or not!”

The guys allowed Dave to get up and relax for a minute. The stud grinned slyly at the two, plotting how to overcome them, yet also having a new respect for them, as well. It would not be easy, especially since “dirty” holds were allowed—something he hadn’t engaged in since his adolescent days. He had good memories of those days, in fact. Sometimes he’d recall the spontaneous wrestling encounters he’d had with his buddies, and how much fun it had been to grab a guy’s crotch, or be crotch-grabbed himself. He remembered the forbidden and nasty horseplay in his friends’ rooms, or in backyards at night, or even in the gym when they were alone together.

All this seemed to end too soon for him. But a vague, yet powerful disappointment remained—a source of mysterious, inde­finable frustration that never went away. Grappling with other guys was great, but it somehow never

satisfied him. Yet wrestling with Rocky and Joe seemed to awaken good feelings from the past, feelings he still couldn’t explain.

“O.K., tough guy,” said Rocky. “Show us what you’ve got.”

The two buddies lunged at Dave. The stud quickly caught them in standing, side headlocks, one with each arm.

“This is what I’ve got—two losers! Come on, give it up!” yelled Dave.

“No!” shouted Joe stubbornly.

Dave applied more muscle to the headlocks, yet it didn’t make either guy submit. Rocky grasped Dave’s cock and pulled it outside the jock. The stud looked down to see Rocky press its head against his thigh and start to slide it across the jeans. Pleasure stabbed into Dave. His whole body strained as if he were caught in an extreme submission hold. Suddenly thick pre-cum squirted onto the jeans.

“Yeah—soak ‘em!” urged Rocky.

Dave’s cockhead turned dark red as Joe’s friend dragged it across the denim again and again. To Dave, Levi’s were a potent erotic symbol, and using them to heighten his own sexual pleasure was a new and fantastic experience for him. He shouted loudly for Rocky to stop. No longer able to keep his victims in the headlocks, he allowed them to escape. The guys quickly pushed Dave down onto his hands and knees. Rocky shoved the stud’s neck between his legs and held it there.

“I like this one,” he said, grinning as he dominated Dave with the stand­ing head scissors. He squeezed the legs together. Dave shouted from the added pressure, but he didn’t try to break the hold. Rocky repeated the squeeze several times, thrusting his crotch forward with each squeeze.

As Dave suffered on his hands and knees in Rocky’s neck vise, Joe eyed the wrestler’s handsome thighs and buns. Moving in close alongside, he put a hand on Dave’s fantastic, curving ass. He began feeling and caressing it. Then he slipped the hand inside the back of the jock and slowly fingered his way down the asscrack. When he reached the balls, he cupped them firmly in his hand.

The stud protested, but of course, Joe ignored him. He examined the large balls carefully, admiringly. “Man oh man,” he whispered to himself.

Joe at last remarked to his buddy, “You’re gonna love his nuts.” He examined the balls a while longer, then moved his hand forward and took hold of the stiff rod. “Hey, great rasslin’ tool, stud,” he said excitedly. “Time for you to get naked!”

He removed his hand and ripped off the jock. The blond got behind the stripped wrestler as if he were going to fuck him. He lowered his chest onto Dave’s, resting his head on the guy’s back. He brought his hands around the dude’s sides, reverse bear hug fashion. But instead of bear hugging him, Joe grasped his long cock with both hands.

Even though he couldn’t see the hands, Rocky knew what his buddy was up to. Joe favored this position for cock-wrestling, and he went at it like a pro. Once he had your tool gripped—either with his arms around your sides or with a hand shoved between your legs from behind—he called the shots.

The blond began to wrestle Dave’s rod with a bunch of one and two-handed squeezes. He pulled it to one side and then the other. Dave threatened Joe, but the threats lacked conviction. Gradually they became less frequent and finally dissolved into soft grunts as Joe worked on the long muscle. Yet the stud still couldn’t admit to himself that he liked having holds put on his cock while he wrestled. It seemed to him that only gay guys would go for that kind of thing. His rod, however, needed no convincing: it grew longer and harder with each passing moment. With his neck and head securely locked between Rocky’s legs, Dave couldn’t see its reactions for himself; he could only feel.

Suddenly Joe clamped the rod with both hands and bear hugged it full force. Dave’s long, deep-throated yell greatly aroused the blond. Joe did it a second time, partly to hear the guy’s sexy yell again.

“Get him!” shouted Rocky.

Joe felt the huge tool pulse in his hands as he squeezed. Pre-cum began to ooze from the head. “Give it up, stud!” commanded Joe. He tightened the clamp once more.

“Ah!” shouted Dave.

“Submit!”

“No!” yelled Dave. “Never!”

“If you first don’t succeed….” Joe said to himself.

He started squeezing Dave’s rod in specific places, probing to find a particularly sensitive spot. After several minutes of exploring, he found one—a stiff ridge on the underside of the cock, just under its head. When he started to massage that area Dave groaned louder and his body tensed.

“Hey, that’s enough,” said Dave urgently.

Joe didn’t reply, but continued to work on the stiff cock. Dave shouted as pleasure consumed every cell of his rod. Joe knew he had struck gold and held on to the throbbing muscle like a demon. The stud cried out again and again, suffering from a pleasure that seemed to assault every inch of him.

“You’re fucked, man!” shouted Joe.

Dave prayed that he could somehow ride out the storm in his cock. But the storm’s fury increased: Joe’s light massaging of the vulnerable spot already had him close to an orgasm. Dave’s eager rod leaped upward several times.

“Yeah!” yelled Joe.

Dave’s stud-balls swelled. Overcome with pleasure, the rod bucked stiffened once more, this time holding itself up against the gutflesh in supreme sexual strength. Dave screamed and thrust his cock forward. Thick juice plowed up through the rod so ferociously that the stud’s whole body shuttered and jerked. Cum fired from the oustretched tool like machine gun blasts. The explosions rocked Dave to the core: never had he ex­perienced an orgasm of such power.

When Rocky and Joe finally released him, the dazed, out-of-breath stud stared at the cum-splattered mat, unable to move. Hundreds of thoughts, images and questions invaded his brain, each fighting for attention—how could this have happened? What should he do now?

Questions also came from Rocky and Joe. “How did it feel? Want more? Still think you’re straight?” The questions angered him because he didn’t want to confront the answers.

While Joe wiped and dried the mat, Dave rose to an upright position on his knees and glared at the guys

menacingly. The wrestler’s big cock remained fully erect, sometimes jerking from pleasures that still needled and teased its insides. Embarrassed by this situation, and enraged over his defeat, the stud challenged Rocky and Joe to another fall.

The guys accepted immediately, and added that, to give Dave a fair shot at them, they’d wrestle naked. When Joe stripped, Dave gazed at one of the longest cocks he’d ever seen.

“Wanna lick it?” said Rocky in jest.

Dave lunged at Rocky, eager for revenge. He plowed a fist into Rocky’s gut. As the guy doubled over, Dave opened the fist and applied a mean claw to the same spot. Rocky dropped to his knees. Realizing he’d found a weak point, Dave worked his fingers into the gut further. He gradually forced the handsome body backwards with the hold. Rocky planted his hands on the mat, using his arms as braces against Dave’s downward pressure.

The move held him steady, but only for a short time. Strength seemed to drain from his muscles as the stud clawed into his gut with a determined downward pressure. Rocky began to sink lower. Inch by inch, Dave drove him down until his shoulders finally hit the mat. Getting on his knees beside Rocky, the stud doubled the pressure.

Suddenly Joe thrust a hand between Dave’s legs from behind and grabbed the wrestler’s balls. “Gotcha!” said the blond.

“Fuck you!” shouted Dave.

Joe went after the bottom of the shaft. “Feels like your cock wants another workout!”
“No!” yelled Dave.

“Sure it does,” persisted Joe. “It loves submission holds!”
Dave yelled as Joe took control of his shaft-root. He knew what would happen if the blond kept squeezing it. Dave tried to end the fall quickly by murdering Rocky’s gut so savagely that he’d have to give up. Using both hands, he dug into the hunk with all his strength.

Rocky groaned. He grabbed Dave’s wrists and attempted to pull them off his gut, but they wouldn’t budge. The stud applied added pressure by rocking the handsome body from side to side as he squeezed. Rocky shouted again and clutched Dave’s wrists.

Suddenly Joe reached around the wrestler’s side and took hold of his cock’s top half with his free hand. “Give up or shoot, man!” demanded Joe. “You ain’t got a chance!”

“No!” snapped Dave.

Joe didn’t waste any time. He attacked the stud’s shaft fiercely at both ends, jacking the top half from the side with the left hand and squeezing its base from between the legs with his right.

Dave yelled as his captured tool flexed in renewed, irresistible pleasure. The two-handed squeeze immobilized him within seconds. He released the claw on Rocky, but kept his hands on the guy’s chest for support.

“Shit!” he groaned, feeling pleasure surges deep in his crotch.

“Yeah!” gloated Joe. “I’m gonna make you remember this one!” He squeezed hard with both hands, but especially with his right: crotch holds between the legs from behind always made him sizzle. A load of pre-cum shot from the wrestler’s cockhead.

“Do it!” said Rocky. “Squirt my gut!”

Summoning his strength, Dave fought back with an unexpected move. He threw himself, and Joe, backward to the mat. The weight of Dave’s body crashed onto Joe’s chest and instantly put an end to the blond’s hold. The impact stunned Dave too, but he began crawling toward Rocky almost immediately, anxious to finish him once and for all. Sitting on his knees besides the victim, he lifted his hands to launch the final double gut claw.

But Joe locked up Dave’s arms from behind with a smoothly-executed full nelson. It caught the stud by surprise. Infuriated, he twisted and strained but couldn’t muscle out of the hold.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, dude,” said Joe with complete assurance.

Dave had to reluctantly agree that, for the moment, Joe was correct. He stopped struggling and paused to rest. Rocky rose to his knees in front of the trapped stud and smiled. He studied every inch of the beautiful physique. Rocky’s laser-like eyes made Dave uncomfortable, particularly when they stared at the stud’s incredible balls.

“Sure is hung, ain’t he!” said Joe to Rocky. “I saved ‘em for ya. Figured you’d wanna do a wet hold.”

“You got it, buddy—a long one,” confirmed Rocky. He moved a hand toward the basket.

Fear consumed Dave. “Not my balls!” he said in an alarmed voice.

Rocky held his hand motionless under the basket. “It’s me or Joe. If you’re givin’ up, I’ll let Joe fuck ya, which I know he’s itchin’ to do.”

Joe tightened the nelson and worked his cockhead into the stud’s asscrack.

“No!” shouted Dave. “Get it outa there!”

Joe complied, but Dave’s anxiety remained high as he looked down at his nuts and Rocky’s open hand.

“Don’t worry—I’ll take good care of ‘em!” said the poised hunk. He closed his fingers loosely around the gigantic balls. The stud flinched. Rocky checked out each massive ball, one at a time. Dave flinched again. “What’s the matter?” asked Rocky. “I thought you were a tough guy. This ain’t nothin’—just a little ‘get acquainted’ session.”

Dave relaxed somewhat, gradually getting used to the guy’s exploring. He thought of the military physicals he’d had and tried to imagine this as a routine exam of his testicles.

Rocky brought his left hand to the wrestler’s big basket as well and took a ball in each hand. “Can’t get over the size of these suckers. You know what they say about balls—the bigger they are, the stronger they are.”

Rocky clutched the balls more firmly.

“No!” protested Dave.

Rocky widened his stance and checked the position of his fingers around each ball. “Settle down, dude. You’re a stud—remember?”

The ball master went to work. He pressed all ten fingers into Dave’s maleness and kept them there.

“Ah!” yelled Dave.

Joe tried to calm him. “It’s scary at first, but you’ll like it after awhile.”

Rocky maintained the pressure for several minutes. It was a preliminary test, not especially forceful, but enough to find out some important things about the guy’s balls, and the guy himself. When Rocky lessened the pressure, Dave breathed a sigh of relief, even though Rocky’s fingers still held his balls. Rocky had noted that the nuts tightened slightly when squeezed.

“Whadya think?” asked Joe.

“I think he’s a true stud, man,” answered Rocky.

Dave had always liked being called a stud. He even liked it coming from a gay guy. His balls seemed to tingle when Rocky said that word. Or was it because the guy’s hand was somehow stimulating them?

After several more minutes, Rocky reapplied the pressure. Dave handled it better than before. He no longer felt like a victim of a ball grip but like a participant in a wrestling seminar on unusual holds.

“Yeah, go with it,” commented Rocky. He pressed his thumbs further into the huge balls. At the same time he pushed up from underneath with the middle fingers of each hand.

Dave made a grunting sound that Joe thought was very sexy.

“It’s startin’ to feel good, ain’t it, stud!” the blond whispered in Dave’s ear. He rubbed his stiff cock against the wrestler’s butt a few times.

Rocky again tightened his clamps around the mammoth balls. In the

coming minutes he would have the hold locked down nearly at full strength. To get the desired effect, Rocky had to maintain it as continuously as possible.

Rocky talked to Dave while he applied the hold—commenting on the sexiness of his body and especially of his balls. The stud responded to it: his nine-inch rod jumped occasionally, and Rocky’s fingers felt the balls harden further.

Periodically Rocky put more muscle into the grip. Each deepening squeeze made his nuts feel tougher. Sparks of pleasure began to ignite in­side them. Dave’s grunts became louder. Rocky knew what that meant: the guy had started the long process of making Dave submit. Rocky grinned in future triumph.

Joe released the nelson, but only on the condition that stud not try to touch his cock. Dave agreed without questioning the order. After all, he was in no position to argue with Rocky’s hands around his balls. And besides, nothing seemed to be important now except the growing sexual excitement he felt.

Rocky’s squeeze became steadily harder. The stud clenched his teeth, trying to adjust to it. The sensation seemed to Dave like Rocky was injecting his gonads with some powerful drug, cramming them with the liquid until they doubled in size.

Rocky looked down at the guy’s imprisoned balls. “The ultimate rasslin’ hold, right buddy?” he said to Dave.

The stud grunted, unable to answer.

Joe moved to the side, where he could watch Rocky apply the ball grip and also see Dave’s facial reactions. He put an arm on each guy’s shoulder. Joe smiled when he saw the stud’s pleasure building.

“How do they feel, dude?” Joe asked Dave, without expecting a reply. “I’ll never forget the first time Jet got me,” he mused. “We started rasslin’ in briefs, but before long we both ended up naked. Jet caught me in a body scissors and wouldn’t let go. He squeezed the shit outa me, man. I thought his legs were gonna tear me in half. But I still didn’t want him to stop—I was feelin’ so fuckin’ horny I couldn’t believe it. I loved those legs of his wrapped around my body.”

“I sure made him scream,” said Rocky, winking at Dave.

Joe continued. “Nobody can survive his scissors, dude. I took it as long as I could, then had to give. But the fucker didn’t break the hold. He held me down with it so he could go after my cock.” A look of ecstasy transformed Joe’s face as he recalled the experience.

“Oh man,” said Joe. “Jet gave it a squeeze-from-hell! Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he relaxed the hold for a minute or so. But in no time he unleashed that killer once more. Jet kept doin’ this over and over. Man, he went after my rod like a fuckin’ ani­mal!”

Joe grinned. “Every time he squeezed I groaned

louder. The minutes flew by—lots of minutes! And he was still workin’ on my cock with those big crushes. He drove me wild. That hold is awesome! I still don’t know how he does it. It’s more than a squeeze—it nails your tool with more pleasure than you can deal with. It starts down low, then spreads upward real slow. When it gets to the tip, your whole cock is on fire. But you can’t shoot off. I tried to bridge up as high as I could to make myself shoot. I screamed like hell. But no orgasm.”

Suddenly Joe looked down at his cock. Alive with pleasure, it had become rock-hard during the telling of that first encounter with Rocky. The long tool twitched, craving to erupt.

“Show Dave your juice!” urged Rocky. “Sweat it!”

To Joe and Rocky the phrase “sweat it” meant, “Shoot Without Ever Actually Touching it.” Joe moved closer to the guys and spread his thighs widely. He thrust his rod forward, letting it twitch freely a few inches from Rocky. He shut his eyes and thought again of how sexed-up Rocky’s grip had made him.

Rocky maintained his hold on Dave’s balls, but watched Joe’s excited cock closely. Joe tilted his head backward, overcome by the pleasure in his shaft.

“Squirt it!” yelled Rocky.

Joe’s cock now began to jerk in a faster and faster rhythm, steadily moving toward a more upright position. Dave’s own pleasure grew as he watched the tool. He couldn’t turn his eyes away from it: Joe’s pleasure had become Dave’s pleasure, too.

Joe’s struggling shaft at last reached totally upright. It jumped several times. The blond cried out in pleasure. Dave stared, amazed, as the unaided cock exploded with incredible force. Cum shot out in long, white streams. Joe gripped the necks of the other guys as his cock squirted load after load of heavy man-cream. Some of it fired onto Dave’s cockhead, making it leap upward.

Joe clung to Rocky and Dave as the shaft emptied itself. The rod continued to pump long after the juice stopped. Joe grinned when he saw how horny the two had become from watching his eruption. The cocks of both guys now stood straight up as they faced each other, tingling in spectacular masculinity.

“Your nuts are cravin’ this, ain’t they!”

Dave was speechless. His face mirrored what he felt in his balls and cock. The unique wet hold had made him its slave at last. He put his hands on Rocky’s big biceps—tentatively at first, then with a stronger grip. He rubbed them, worshipped them.

Without realizing it, Dave began to lean slowly toward Rocky. When his chin touched Rocky’s shoulder, he pulled back apprehensively. But he gradually drew close again, and soon let his head drop onto the ball master’s shoulder. It felt comfortable there, very comfortable.

“Good boy,” whispered Rocky.

Dave spread his thighs to the most extreme point, signaling to Rocky that he wanted more and was no longer afraid to show it. The stud put his arms around Rocky’s hunky body in a show of genuine affection. Yet this act also amounted to a kind of submission: Dave was yielding inch-by-inch to the incredible grip on his balls.

“How do they feel, man?” asked Rocky.

Disarmed by acute pleasure, Dave spoke in fragmented phrases. “heavy…horny… big…gettin’ bigger.…”

Rocky grinned. “I figured you’d like this hold—well-hung guys usually do.”

“What the fuck are ya doin’ to ‘em?” asked Dave.

“My secret,” said Rocky.

Curious, the stud lifted his head off Rocky’s shoulder and leaned backward. He looked down. His hard, vertical cock glistened with cum—both from Joe’s orgasm and his own pre-cum. He saw Rocky’s hands locked around his balls, but couldn’t get a see exactly how the guy’s fingers were gripping them.

“Like I said,” repeated Rocky, “it’s my secret. Be good and I’ll show ya how it’s done sometime.”

The stud leaned forward into Rocky again and wrapped his arms around him. Rocky pressed further into the wrestler’s stiff nuts, sending bigger waves of erotic power through his body.

The stud held Rocky close, begging for more. But Rocky would make Dave wait, intending to drive him to levels of pleasure he never knew existed.

As Dave now realized, he was caught in no ordinary ball squeeze: it was an ultra-potent sex hold that took its toll with agonizing slowness. Dave squirmed and groaned, desperately trying to withstand the incredible sensations Rocky was unleashing.

Rocky watched the hunky wrestler writhe in helpless ecstasy. Loud, sexy grunts occasionally exploded from the stud’s mouth. The massive balls swelled with virility. Rocky tightened his ball-wrench even more. Panting

rapidly, Dave couldn’t believe anything could feel this good.

Joe ran his fingers through the dark hairs on Dave’s chest and toyed with his pecs. Dave liked it. Or was it Rocky’s hands around his balls that made him like it? He wasn’t sure. What was happening to him? Could all this be a dream?

He felt another jolt of excitement invade his nuts: Rocky had tightened the hold once more. Dreamy-eyed and lost in a sea of pleasure, Dave looked at the ball master. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he begged.

“I’ not gonna stop, ever. Your balls are mine now,” said Rocky.

“Yeah, they’re yours—all yours,” gasped Dave.

The stud drew his face toward Rocky’s lips. He pressed his mouth against them. Rocky pushed his tongue inside the stud. Dave uttered a cry of both joy and agony—joy, because it felt so good, and agony, because he had made himself wait so long for the experience of kissing another male.

More pleasure charges coursed through the mammoth nuts. Dave’s head fell onto Rocky’s shoulder again. The stud’s mouth opened. He put his arms around the guy and clawed his back. Time stopped. The only awareness was one of total pleasure—endless, ultimate pleasure.

The sight of the wrestler struggling at the peak of sexual pleasure brought Rocky and Joe to a similar peak of

excitement. Seething with passion, Rocky turned to Joe and yelled, “Fuck me, man!”

Joe got behind him and caressed the beautiful buns with his hand. Then he pushed his cockhead into Rocky’s hole. Joe slowly eased the long pole into his buddy’s ass with great care. Rocky grunted as the tool slid within, becoming more and more a part of him.

Finally Joe had the entire rod in up to his balls. He put his arms around Rocky’s waist from behind and pulled himself tightly against his hunky friend. Then he moved his hands to Rocky’s tool and gripped it. Rocky groaned in delight. His cock vigorously ejected a load of pre-cum.

“That’s why I call him ‘Jet’!” Joe said to Dave.

Rocky’s tool soon became slippery with oozing cream. Joe glided his fingers up and down it slowly, electrifying his buddy. After several minutes he removed his hand.

“Wanna try it?” Joe asked Dave.

Surprising himself, the stud took hold of Rocky’s waiting pole almost automatically. He handled it all over, then started to slowly jack it off.

Although ravaged with pleasure, Rocky never

weakened his hold on the wrestler’s nuts. In fact, he began to gradually pull the enormous gonads toward him. Indescribable pleasure invaded the balls. The wrestler in­stinctively squeezed Rocky’s big tool. The force of it caught Rocky off guard. His intoxicated rod fired another load of pre-cum.

“Ah . . . you fucker!” shouted Rocky. Suddenly he had become the sex captive of his intended victim.

Feeling the huge rod pulse in his hand, Dave squeezed harder. Rocky’s pleasure groans got Joe’s attention. He pulled out of his buddy and crawled beside the guys to witness their test of sexual strength. Turned on by both holds, Joe encouraged each guy to make the other shoot. He slapped their butts in friendly support. As more incentive, Joe shoved a finger up Rocky’s ass and did the same to Dave with his other hand. He grinned as his double finger-fuck flooded the guys with even greater pleasure.

Joe looked at Dave’s nuts and couldn’t believe his eyes. The wrestler’s balls had grown to a phenomenal size. The gonads were so gigantic that, in effect, Rocky was applying a full claw hold to each one with a separate hand. Dave’s ruddy cock dripped pre-cum and twitched in pleasure as Rocky nailed the balls with his ten-finger grip. Fighting back, Dave muscled Rocky’s pole frantically. The ball master gasped, momentarily dazed by stabbing pleasure.

“Let’s see some sperm!” said Joe, grappling the guys’ insides with his fuck fingers.

Rocky dug his hooks deeper into the huge balls. Dave screamed and began jerking on Rocky’s pole with tremendous upward thrusts, nearly pulling him off the mat.

Rocky shouted in ecstasy, feeling his cream set to shoot upward. The in­flamed rod stiffened.

“You’ve got him!” yelled Joe to Dave.

But suddenly the stud’s jaw opened and a whispered scream burst out: Rocky was pulling the massive gonads in opposite directions as he squeezed. It stopped the wrestler in his tracks.

“Shit!” he gasped, letting go of Rocky’s tool. A look of sublime pleasure transformed his handsome face. Joe slid his fingers out of the guys’ asses and moved closer to watch his buddy finish the stud.

Dave’s sex cream climbed up the shaft slowly, torturing him with unheard of pleasure. The stud’s body started to fall back­ward. Joe got behind and held him up against his chest.

Rocky widened his stance and put a final, shattering squeeze on the wrestler’s bulging testicles. The stud screamed and clutched Joe’s body behind him.

“Give!” yelled Rocky.

“Yes! I give! I give!” he yelled. Dave’s feverish cock let loose with a power he had never experienced before. Huge blasts of boiling cum pierced the air, then splashed down onto Rocky’s gut and rod. No longer able to control his own juice, Rocky rammed his long shaft into the sensitive base of Dave’s rod.

Rocky screamed along with Dave as his cock erupted, covering the mammoth balls with long squirts of warm man-cream…..

When the sun rose, the three guys were still tangled together on the mat, still too horny to sleep, still squeezing, still submitting to each other: because now they were a trio.

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