After our school’s basketball game, several guys from the team occupied the shower room—Darius, Rodrigo (known as Rod to his buddies, because he had an especially hefty cock), Martin (Marty), Juan, and Cruz. They always showered after each game, because cleaning up and applying deodorant made them smell good again. Senior High games sometimes got a little rough, but that never scared anyone. At this particular game, the team managed to come out on top, so they left the court elated. Juan scored the definitive two-point win with a shot only a few seconds before the game-ending buzzer sounded.
In the shower, a couple of guys had hard-ons while washing away the sweat. Juan’s long, upright tool looked especially excited. His black buddy Darius thought so too. He looked at it and grinned. Then he gave Juan’s ass a firm, congratulatory slap. When Juan turned around to face the slapper, Darius said nothing, but he smiled broadly. Juan reciprocated with a smile, but at the same time his eyes revealed something more—a unique bonding with Darius that none of the other guys fully comprehended or possessed. But some of them knew what it meant: mutual love.
Only one or two guys saw what happened next. Darius suddenly grabbed Juan’s cock with both
hands and squeezed.
Juan gasped. “Not here!”
Darius didn’t reply. Facing Juan, the exceptionally well-built guy spread his legs very widely, like a wrestler preparing to unleash a match-ending hold. He flexed his perfect ass, then jerked his hands up just once, forcing Juan’s cock to stretch upward as well. Juan moaned as the massive squeeze-and-pull put a dazed, dreamy expression in his eyes. Juan’s hands—rather than attempting to push Darius away—instead slammed against the tiled wall behind him. Darius kept his two-hand squeeze on the cock like a submission hold. Water streamed down on the chest of both guys as Juan’s defenses left him.
Knowing Juan could do nothing to end the squeeze, Darius made his buddy’s lithe but muscular body give him what he wanted—Juan’s body always did. Juan opened his mouth to yell, but he could only make a faint, gasping sound as his cock began pumping out loads of sperm. The creamy squirts flew straight up, striking both chests. Juan seemed unwilling or unable to stop it. The back of his head rested against the wall as Darius drained the naked stud of every precious drop of cum.
After a moment Darius released his grip and grinned at his buddy. “Got ya again!”
Juan grinned as well. “Tonight I’ll even the score!”
Juan stood there, unable to move as water washed over his body. When Darius started to walk out of the shower room, Juan turned his head to gaze at the guy’s beautiful ass. He loved having Darius as his special buddy. He always looked forward to getting naked with him.
Marty, having seen everything while showering, stood transfixed. He respected both players, but he mentally connected more with Darius. Marty had a powerful urge to dominate another guy, which Darius could do without even thinking about it. But Marty still needed to master that aspect of himself. As the days passed, the idea of him controlling a guy became increasingly important to Marty. It not only made him more determined, it also frequently made his dick hard. That even happened sometimes while he played basketball. It also happened whenever he saw two guys together—like the time he saw Cory on a public bridge, holding onto its railing, while Daniel stood behind him with his arms wrapped around Cory’s waist and his hands stuffed inside the front of the guy’s shorts.
Marty kept replaying that experience in his mind. When he walked onto the bridge near the two guys, he could have turned his head away, or could have walked around them. But he didn’t. He couldn’t resist stopping on the bridge to talk with them. And he couldn’t resist often staring at Daniel, who had his hands plunged into the front of Cory’s brief. It shocked Marty that Daniel didn’t apparently mind him watching. Daniel even seemed to like it.
Marty regretted finally walking away, because that experience—like seeing Darius and Juan in the shower—kept alluring him with increasing intensity. He began to jack off several times a day. He wished he had asked Daniel more questions while on that bridge. Marty wanted to find out everything he could about Daniel’s hidden grip. He wanted to know exactly how it could render a guy so powerless, and especially how it could make a guy lose his cum on demand.
In a word, Marty wanted to have that kind of control—the kind that Daniel and Darius both possessed. Darius took his buddy’s essence in a short time, maybe only to prepare Juan for what he would do to the guy later. On the other hand, Daniel maintained his grip on Cory in a public setting, even making the youth cum more than once with the hold. That fascinated Marty. Daniel had kept his grip on Cory, even as Marty slowly walked into the distance. Marty wondered how many more times Daniel drained the youth before releasing him.
Marty did get to ask that question a couple of weeks later, when he happened to meet Daniel in a local hardware store.
“Oh yeah,” began Daniel, remembering the incident. “The boy misbehaves a lot, and every time he does that, I punish him in some way—like on that bridge when you came along. I lost count of how many times I had to make him cum before he finally promised to do better!”
Marty half-smiled. “I envy you. I’d like a boy like him.”
“Spend some time looking for him. But first make sure you can control your own sexual excitement.”
“Yeah, but that’s hard for me.” Marty looked at Daniel’s tight-fitting jeans and crotch, proving his point. He had a difficult time not doing that.
Daniel could easily see Marty’s obsession. It reminded him of seeing Marty glancing at Daniel’s hands hidden inside Cory’s underwear when Marty came upon the two of them standing on the bridge.
“We need to talk sometime,” added Daniel.
They did talk—the next day at Daniel’s house. Daniel wore jeans again, like the day before, and Marty couldn’t help staring at Daniel’s fly once more.
Daniel smiled, knowing what Marty wanted to do with that fly. “I’ll let you open my jeans. But first you need some trainin’. You been with a guy yet?”
Marty answered “no” with his head.
“That’s what I thought.” Daniel paused. “Here’s what you’re gonna do: strip for me,” he ordered.
At first Marty balked. But then he complied with the order—stripping not just in front of Daniel, but in front of Cory as well. Cory watched Marty carefully as he lounged in a cushioned chair nearby, wearing only a white brief.
Daniel grinned when he saw Marty’s cock and ball sack. “What do you think, Cory?”
“His junk looks very big, sir. Very strong. I’d like to feel it, if you approve, sir.”
“He’s here for trainin’, not for fun.”
Marty’s balls hung stiff and high, not low. His cock stood tall, proud and ready—more than ready.
“Arms behind your back,” instructed Daniel. “Spread your legs—wide.”
Marty did so. His cock twitched, eagerly hoping to fire off its prize. Daniel clearly saw that anticipation. He also saw the tool leaking pre-cum. As soon as Daniel put his hand around the cock, a huge twinge of pleasure swept through it. Marty gasped as gobs of man-juice started squirting from the rod right away.
Daniel smiled as he watched the spectacular display of manhood. “Nice shootin’ dude. But you don’t wanna cum while your boy is feeling you. You need to practice on that. It may take some time.”
Marty nodded in agreement. So did Cory, rubbing the cock that now boldly bulged into the youth’s brief. After a short rest, Daniel and Marty began once more. Daniel grasped the tall rod and didn’t let go of it.
“I’m just gonna hold it for now. See how long you can last.”
Marty struggled. His cock instantly felt aroused again—way too powerfully. A shiver of pleasure coursed through his body. Another guy holding his cock seemed to overwhelm him. That feeling seemed infinitely better than holding it with his own hand. Marty really tried to hold back his thrill.
Daniel could feel the cock pounding in his hand. “Calm down, Marty. Learn to deal with the pleasure, not let it overtake you.”
Marty felt too good to do that. Delaying the orgasm only a few more seconds took all of his concentration and resolve. He looked at Cory. The youth didn’t speak but the bulge in his brief had become larger. No one could miss it. Marty wanted to throw himself onto Cory and grab that bulge. Marty’s mouth opened. He tried valiantly to hold back the plasure, but Cory’s eyes said, “Show me more of your sexy juice.”
Marty didn’t miss the young guy’s enthusiasm. Yet he also saw Daniel’s riveting stare, a look that told him to stand back from the fire within him. Marty tipped his head back. At the same time Daniel squeezed his rod tighter—or so it seemed to him.
Marty couldn’t wait another second. “I’m gonna cum!”
The orgasm launched furiously, ejecting many squirts straight up, in full view of both Daniel and of Cory.
To Marty it seemed like another failure, but Daniel didn’t think so. “You’re doin’ better.” Daniel let go of the cock, but within seconds saw it enthusiastically nodding at him, anxious for more action.
After a pause, he took hold of it once more. But this time he did something else: he pressed Marty’s balls into his other hand. Marty uttered a hushed cry of pleasure, revealing his weakness for any kind of ball work. But that made Daniel very happy, because when he wrestled always targeted his opponent’s balls. He wanted to find out their size and toughness, but he also wanted to get the win as soon as possible.
Now with his cock and ballsack securely gripped, Marty had to show his perseverance as well as keeping his sperm contained. Marty’s body froze as he tried to ignore Daniel’s ball grip. “No!” he whispered.
Daniel grinned, knowing that he had found Marty’s most vulnerable spot. He gradually squeezed the balls harder. Marty groaned as his pleasure escalated. He looked at Cory, who now had a hand planted inside his brief and eyes that smiled at him, hoping for more.
Marty looked again at Daniel’s determined face. Marty’s throttled balls and rod felt extremely sexy in Daniel’s hands. With each passing second that sensation became even more intense.
“I can make you cum whenever I want,” said Daniel. “I can do that with Cory too.” He waited a moment for Marty to digest that thought. “You have to learn how to fight your urges. Right now I’m “edgin’” you—keepin’ you on the border of cummin’ without takin you too far. You’ll figure out how to do that by experimentin’ on yourself—and with the boy in your future.”
Daniel tightened his hold on the balls, making Marty groan loudly in pleasure. “You have much bigger balls than most guys, and stiffer too. Your future partner’s gonna have lots of fun with ‘em. But remember: always control his cum before he controls yours. That’s what Doms are good at.”
Marty remembered that advice. It obsessed his brain for weeks. He definitely wanted to dominate another guy and knew he needed lots more practice until he reached that status.
Only after spending a lot of time dating one guy after another, did Marty at last reach his goal. He started to stand taller than before. He spoke slower. His voice seemed lower in pitch. He spread his legs wider when standing or sitting. He wore leather pants more often. He did look better that way, and the tight fit around his crotch and legs especially made him appear invincible, and as a result, more desirable to a certain kind of guy.
A lot of that came from Marty imitating Daniel’s behavior and appearance, intentionally or unintentionally. The two spent time together, doing many different things—eating, hiking, going to the gym, attending basketball games, watching wrestling on TV, even wrestling each other at times. Cory often accompanied them, but only with Daniel’s approval. Cory especially liked to watch Daniel and Marty wrestle—to see exactly what each would do to win.
He always looked forward to their naked matches and would try to predict which Dom would triumph over the other. Sometimes whoever got his body hopelessly twisted in an outrageous submission hold would have to give up. At other times, whoever ejaculated first became the obvious loser. As the lone spectator, young Cory became well known for releasing his own cum before either of the two Doms did—on some occasions doing that several times during a match. Following most fights, Cory would suck off the winner (or loser)—but of course first getting Daniel’s permission to do so.
One night Marty came to visit his idol and brought with him a new buddy. Jason easily impressed Daniel. Slightly younger and shorter than Marty, Jason had a slender build, a mostly shaved head and a vulnerable, cautious smile. Yet Daniel saw in the eyes of both guys a look of attraction. Cory saw it too. The four guys talked, drank beers and often kidded each other about various things. After a while, Daniel and Cory tossed their clothes to the side and relaxed wearing only jockstraps and socks.
Soon Marty and Jason did that too. Daniel started to give Cory a few wrestling lessons, in which Daniel liked making Cory submit. Seeing Daniel with his arms locked tightly around Cory quickly aroused Marty and Jason. Before long, Marty soon demonstrated his ability to totally dominate Jason. He did that often at home, but here he wanted to show Daniel his skills.
Almost immediately Marty got his hands inside Jason’s brief from behind—very similar to the way he had seen Daniel do that to Cory on the bridge. But this time, Marty made Jason cum within only a few seconds. Jason bent forward, unable to defend himself. Daniel and Cory saw cum saturating the youth’s brief, one strong blast at a time. Soon the fabric grew heavy with it.
Marty took advantage of the opportunity and pulled the soaked brief off of him. Now fully exposed, Jason’s nude body revealed some impressive muscles for his age. Although the youth’s nakedness left his body open to any criticisms, Daniel and Cory had none. They only had smiles of acceptance. Jason’s tall, jumpy cock confirmed their reactions. They loved watching it move impatiently.
Jason regained his strength quickly—or at least his cock did. His balls agreed, gladly flaunting their size and readiness. Marty knew that Daniel and Cory wanted to see more cum, so he obliged them. Standing directly behind Jason, Marty held him in place with one hand around the youth’s waist. He suddenly plunged his other hand into Jason’s crotch. The youth’s mouth opened with a gasp and a smile—he had felt Marty get him between his legs many times before. Nevertheless, he cringed when Marty put a devilish grip on his ball sack.
Although they couldn’t see the grip up close, Daniel and Cory did see the wrenching effect of it on Jason’s face. Marty always had a good time with this hold. The victim couldn’t pry himself loose or lessen its impact. Once Marty had made that capture, Jason had no choice but to let Marty do whatever he wished with him. First came hard, persistent squeezing. Then Marty added slow twisting to the squeeze. After that came what Jason feared most—pulling the sack backward, toward Marty. Jason grunted, not sure how long he could survive.
Making the youth cum using Marty’s brand of ball work took more time than cock-wrestling, as Marty called it. But when Jason did release his thick boy-cream, he pumped his long squirts at full force. On this particular night, Daniel and Cory had a close-up view, one that many guys would pay money to witness. Jason’s loud sighs filled the room during his long orgasm. His facial expression dramatically reflected the incredible pleasure he felt as each stream of cum shot out. Cory liked seeing Jason surrendering to those blasts, and becoming lost in the power of pleasure and of masculinity.
Yet Marty didn’t stop there. He put his arms around Jason from behind to keep him in place and abruptly shoved his long cock into Jason’s ass, demonstrating his ownership of the youth. At first Jason cried out as pain suddenly ripped into him. Then came the pleasure. Marty fucked Jason for a long time. Occasionally he had to stop in order to give his sperm a chance to settle down before resuming his ass-wrestling. But whenever he stopped, he kept nearly the full length of his rod well within his boy’s ass.
Jason took it like a pro, never flinching, never imploring Marty to stop. The two guys made their bond to each other very clear.
Daniel grinned at Cory. “This looks like their wedding night. Let’s make it ours, too.”
Daniel held Cory in a reverse bear hug and kissed the back of Cory’s neck. Cory groaned as his master’s long, wide cock slowly entered him. Daniel pushed Cory toward Jason. With the hands of both boys free, they tenderly embraced, each putting a hand around the other. At the same time each held the other’s stiff cock with his free hand.
“Yeah, get to know each other,” Daniel said to Cory and Jason. Then Daniel swapped his reverse bear hug for a squeeze on Cory’s balls, taking charge of each ball with a hand. Cory yelled as he felt his master’s strong fingers threatening to crush his gonads.
Marty smiled and gripped Jason’s balls in a similar way. “You taught me that one when I saw you getting Cory on that bridge. I’ll never forget that. It inspired me to become a master myself.”
“Yeah. I made his balls feel real good that day!” Daniel laughed in a sort of happy yet sinister way.
“Seeing that really got to me.” replied Marty. “At the time I didn’t know if I should I feel sorry for Cory or if I should congratulate you for making him submit! It sure was sexy to see!”
Daniel smiled. “That day I wanted you to hang around longer. I should have told you to do that. But I’m glad we both finally connected. Now you’re a different guy—still just as handsome but much stronger physically. You turned out well. I hope that you and I can be buddies…”
“Me too! Buddies always,” replied Marty.
Daniel smiled. “We should show our boys what ball rasslin’ really feels like!”
“Agreed,” said Marty. “Let’s find out whose nuts will crack first!”
Daniel began by securing each of his hands around one of Cory’s testicles while standing behind him. Marty did the same with Jason. Then Daniel suddenly squeezed his hands into Cory’s balls. Cory immediately grabbed Daniel’s lower arms, more from instinct than from a desire to seriously pull the hands off him. Marty followed right away with the same kind of squeeze on Jason’s balls.
But as Daniel peered over Cory’s shoulder, he cringed when he saw Marty uncork a terrific amount of pressure on Jason’s balls. It even made indomitable Daniel feel sympathy for the guy. Jason screamed in a crotch-low voice, yet the look his eyes expressed much more. Yes, Jason had privately had ball fights with Marty several times before, so the youth thought he knew what to expect. But during those fights, each of Marty’s attacks on Jason’s balls didn’t last very long. This time, the scenario had changed. For one thing, Jason found his balls locked in Marty’s grip for a frighteningly long period of time—one that seemed endless to him. In another sense, he felt caught in a contest between two masters, each wanting to show off his boy as the toughest.
Despite that tension, Jason surprised everyone by not giving up. He did that with yells of defiance that confirmed his toughness—or his stupidity. After all, how many guys would consent to having their balls wrestled by a body-builder/bondage master?
As it turned out, Cory behaved the same way Jason did. As Daniel’s fangs dug into his victim’s masculinity, Cory tried to think of it as a typical punishment from Daniel—maybe after some behavior that Daniel had banned. Or, maybe he thought of it as a lusty reward for his sexual companionship with Daniel. His cries echoed those of Jason’s—and like Jason, he refused to submit to Daniel’s ball-numbing squeeze.
At that point, Marty slowly started to pull down on Jason’s testicles with both hands. That concerned Jason because his full sack liked to hug the bottom of his rod. The gradual pull-down shocked the kid. His mouth dropped open. How far would Marty go? How far could he go to bring about an injury?
While Marty kept at work stretching Jason’s sack, Daniel did his own form of ball wrestling. He started to individually move Cory’s testicles in opposite directions. He did that so gradually that at first Cory didn’t realize it. But when he grasped Daniel’s intention, the youth became frozen in fear as he felt the distance widening between his testicles.
Cory also frequently glanced at Jason’s own submission struggle right in front of him. Marty kept pulling the youth’s balls lower and lower. Jason finally opened his mouth to shout in the lowest pitch he could manage. He started to yell, “I… can’t take this anymore,” but only the first word came out.
Seconds later, Cory urgently tapped out on Daniel’s arm. His master’s ball-spreading hold had reached his toleration limit. Maybe no harm to his balls took place, but Cory didn’t want to risk it. Cory and Jason both seemed relieved when their masters ended the scary holds they had put on the boys.
Daniel and Marty grinned. They had put Cory and Jason through a major test that few other males would ever agree to experience. One big surprise emerged: the two boys seemed very closely matched in their resolve and the dedication to their masters. Later both youths realized that as well. But on the night of the test, Jason collapsed on top of Cory, who had first fallen to the floor. The legs and arms of both soon became hopelessly (or intentionally) entwined.
The two masters still wore only white, skimpy briefs, unlike their naked boys. Under the brief of each guy stood a tall cock and a conspicuous, well-packed set of balls.
Daniel offered a proposition. “Since my boy lost our little contest, I’ll let you in on a secret hold of mine—the one I used on Cory while on that bridge.
Marty grinned. “Yeah, I always wondered what you were doing to Cory under his brief.”
“It’s time I showed you.”
Daniel approached Marty and slowly slid both of his hands under the front of the guy’s brief. Daniel’s fingers reached the bottom of the brief and fastened themselves loosely around Marty’s firm sack. His balls seemed ready for a big squeeze, but that’s not what Daniel had in mind.
Marty felt Daniel’s fingers start to fondle his large ball sack. It felt very good—too good. Marty feared that he could succumb to the movement of the fingers if Daniel prolonged it. Did Daniel eventually drain Cory that way while they stood on the bridge? Every passing minute brought Marty closer to losing what he valued most—his control. Had Marty really learned how to restrain his urges? Or did Daniel only want a chance to check out Marty’s balls?
Daniel’s ten fingers moved only slightly as they held the balls. Daniel wanted to make sure he held them correctly before he made his move. He carefully lifted the middle finger of his right hand away from the other fingers, then abruptly drove the end of it into the stiff bottom of Marty’s cock—right between the guy’s balls. That brought a decisive surge of pleasure deep into Marty, one so massive that he couldn’t ignore it. A couple of seconds later Marty’s cock erupted.
During his orgasm Marty felt unable to move his arms or legs. He had fallen for Daniel’s trap. Jason turned his head to see cum blasting into his master’s brief. Marty groaned ecstatically as it soaked into the cotton fabric. Jason saw some of the thick liquid push through it and slowly fall down its front.
Anyone else might have pulled his hands out of the brief at that point. But Daniel kept his hands steadfastly around Marty’s hot, bulging nads—as if he had more to do with them, which he did.
Daniel waited. then he pushed his finger between the testicles again and against the ultra-sensitive bottom of Marty’s hard cock. Marty’s jaw dropped as his cock let loose once more.
Marty spoke haltingly. “How many times… how many times you gonna get me with that move?”
“As many as I like!”
Daniel shoved his finger against the spot for the third time. Sperm shot out as profusely as before. Marty groaned, feeling the stabs of pleasure depleting his energy.
“You made your point, man!” gasped Marty.
Daniel smiled. “I figured if the hold worked on you…” He paused, then whispered in Marty’s ear, “…it would work on Jason too.”
Marty grinned, realizing what Daniel implied, and wanted to see. Marty said nothing to Jason, but moved to face the youth. He abruptly grabbed the guy’s naked ball sack with both hands. The attack caught Jason by surprise. His mouth flew open. Cory moved alongside him and affectionately put an arm on the youth’s shoulder.
“I think the boys like each other,” remarked Daniel.
Daniel smiled. “True.” He added, “And each also found a great dad.”
Daniel and Marty looked at each other and liked what they saw. Then Marty suddenly drove his middle finger up and between Jason’s balls. Jason blurted out a cry of extreme pleasure. The three guys watched as the kid’s cock immediately stood tall and began to release numerous squirts of male delight.
Marty seemed very happy about that. Daniel gently pulled Cory away from Jason and embraced his boy. At the same time, Marty continued gripping Jason’s balls as the chests of both males pressed together like a kiss. Weakened by his outpouring of cum, Jason dropped his chin onto Marty’s shoulder. Jason’s dreamy eyes centered their attention on Daniel and Cory as they affectionately held each other nearby.
Jason’s breathing had become much faster and deeper. He groaned with every spurt of semen as it fired out. In time, his cock ran out of cum. But the upright, stiff rod nevertheless kept bucking in excitedly as it pressed into his master’s ripped gut.
Jason’s balls seemed to hug Marty’s determined fingers, which remained embedded in the boy’s tight sack skin. For both guys, those fingers seemed to belong there. As a result, Marty didn’t remove them. He loved controlling Jason that way. Pressing his fingers into another guy’s sack became his ultimate way to get what he wanted from the guy—every time.
For Jason, feeling the warmth and comfort of Marty’s fingers on any part of his body felt reassuring to the kid. Having those athletic fingers wrapped around his balls seemed proper to him. If they reached into the center of his manhood and stayed there, that seemed proper too.
Actually it went beyond that: Jason hungered for another guy to take control of his body, particularly his balls, cock and ass. He accompanied his groaning by clutching Marty’s arms—not out of fear or pain, but to make sure the fingers stayed there securely.
Then it happened. Both of Marty’s middle fingers zeroed in on their target. Without warning Marty drove the two fingertips into the base of Jason’s rod with an unbridled power—like long needles determined to stimulate the sperm poised within it. Jason cried out as he felt a stinging pleasure grip his balls and cock. Every muscle in his body stiffened. He couldn’t move or talk. And yet, both guys felt the result—hot gobs of cum splashing onto their guts and stomachs.
Jason started to sink lower as he spurted his man-juice, relinquishing to Marty both his cum and his energy. But Marty tightened his two-handed ball grip, ensuring that Jason didn’t collapse outright.
“You’re gonna give me every drop!” demanded Marty.
Cory saw Marty squeeze out everything that Jason had produced.
“Good one!” said Daniel.
Marty smiled. “Thanks to you!” But he had more planned for Jason’s big balls and for his cock. He would shove his cock into the youth’s ass and show the others what a prolonged fuck looks like. After all, he had a perfect audience for that. And when Marty finally finished with Jason, a big smile would emerge on the boy’s face. Everyone would watch his cock jump for an hour afterward, including Jason.