Previous parts:
Stripping
Hazing
Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)
“You sure you’re up to this?” Logan grinned, running his hand through his short blond hair. He was wearing a skintight orange wrestling singlet that contrasted nicely with the color of his skin. He was 18 years old, an athletic, good-looking guy. He was an experienced high school wrestler, and he had the trophies to show for it.
Nick Jonas grinned. The 25 year old singer and actor was shirtless, wearing fight shorts and open-fingered gloves. “I have been looking forward to this”, he said.
The handsome superstar had turned to our studio to get some help preparing for a couple of roles. This was the final lesson – and I wasn’t quite sure if he needed any help at all.
He looked quite comfortable in his MMA gear, and I knew he had starred in some movie playing an MMA fighter before. Somehow I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more about boosting his ego than about getting some help…
I had told Logan about my suspicion but the handsome high school wrestler had just grinned at me. “Don’t worry about me”, he had said. “I know how to handle myself.”
Now they were standing in the middle of the studio, ready to start fighting.
I couldn’t deny that I was pretty excited about this. I had looked forward to this fight for weeks, and I was working hard to look busy by sitting at my desk and pretending to do the taxes while I was watching the two handsome men prepare for their bout.
“You are sure you don’t want to change into MMA gear?” Nick said with a smile, glancing at Logan’s singlet. “I brought another set.”
Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Nah”, he said. “I’m fine.”
“Alright”, Nick smiled. “Wanna talk about the rules?”
“What rules?” Logan grinned.
Nick laughed. “You sure?”
Logan chuckled. “You afraid?”
They shared a laugh.
“Okay, fine by me”, Nick said.
Logan cracked his knuckles. “Alright, let’s do this.”
They circled each other for a moment until Logan made the first move. He lunged at his opponent, trying to throw him to the ground and defeat him with a surprise pin right at the beginning of the match but Nick’s reaction proved that he was an able fighter.
He quickly stepped to the side and attacked his attacker with a skilled combination of a kick to the leg and a punch in the ribs, making Logan grunt in pain.
Logan recovered quickly, though, and tried to wrestle Nick to the ground.
They went back and forth, with Nick throwing punches and kicks at Logan, and Logan dodging his attacks and trying to succeed with his field-tested wrestling moves.
When Logan realized that traditional wrestling didn’t get him far in his struggle with a skilled MMA fighter, he remembered the “no rules” part of the game and rammed his knee up between Nick’s thighs.
Nick let out a grunt. “No this is how it’s gonna be, huh?” he chuckled.
Logan grinned. “Got a problem with that?”
“Not at all”, Nick smiled and punched Logan in the ribs.
Logan groaned and stumbled backwards.
Nick kicked him in the thigh and landed a hard uppercut to the jaw, making Logan turn to the side and grab his jaw, grimacing in pain.
With his back to Nick and his legs spread slightly apart, Nick decided to go for the obvious target: the big bulge in Logan’s singlet.
Channeling a football player, Nick kicked Logan’s nuts with all the force he could muster.
Logan’s eyes bulged and his cheeks puffed as Nick’s instep connected with his precious family jewels, driving them into his body, all but turning them into diamond dust.
“Sorry”, Nick laughed, not looking sorry at all, “I hope you didn’t plan on having kids.”
Logan doubled over, clutching his crotch, groaning in pain. A weak laugh escaped his lips. “Kids are overrated”, he managed to croak.
“I’m glad you see it that way”, Nick chuckled before delivering a hard kick to Logan’s butt that sent him flying to the ground.
On his knees, doubled over and clutching his battered balls, Logan looked like he was in too much pain to defend himself, but when Nick took a step forward, Logan sent his fist up between Nick’s thighs, driving it right into the superstar’s crotch.
Nick’s reaction was not what Logan had expected. After an initial wince, Nick straightened and grinned, apparently unharmed. “Unlike you”, he grinned, grabbing his crotch. “I value my jewels.” He let out a laugh before knocking his knuckles on his protective cup.
Logan raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with indignation. “Hey!”
“There’s no rules against protective cups”, Nick grinned, framing his crotch as he wiggled his hips, cockily teasing Logan who was kneeling in front of him.
Logan’s eyes narrowed and he looked at Nick’s crotch, focusing on his target before powering a deliberately lopsided, very hard uppercut at Nick’s crotch.
There was a sickening crunch when Logan’s fist connected with the cup inside Nick’s pants.
Then there was a brief moment of silence.
Logan looked up at Nick.
Nick looked down at his crotch.
Slowly, his face filled with shock and pain.
“You broke it”, Nick whispered in a toneless voice.
Logan’s lips curled into a smile. “Yup.”
“You broke my fucking cup”, Nick repeated breathlessly.
Logan nodded.
Then he clenched his fist and sent it crashing into Nick’s crotch, ramming the shattered pieces of his cup into his nuts and crunching them hard.
Nick wailed in agony and fell to his knees right next to Logan.
“I hope you didn’t plan on having kids”, Logan grinned in a mocking voice.
Nick’s scream of pain mixed with weak laughter. “You got me. Fuck, you got me!”
“Okay”, Logan grinned. “Here’s a thought: Let’s start over. No protection, no clothes. Let’s strip naked.”
Nick grimaced, reaching inside his pants and pulling out his cup that had broken into three pieces. He threw them away and chuckled, taking off his pants, revealing a nice, fat dick and a very impressive pair of slightly swollen balls. “Alright”, he said, fondling his nuts and stretching his legs. “No problem.”
Logan had stripped off his singlet, revealing his muscular body. His low-hanging balls were a little reddened from Nick’s expert kicks. His dick was semi-hard, a beautiful piece of meat that was a little larger than Nick’s dong.
There was a brief moment of silence as the two fighters admired each others’ bodies.
The silence was broken when Logan lunged at Nick, ramming his shoulder into Nicks muscular abs, knocking the wind out of his lungs and throwing him to the ground.
The rolled around, grunting and groaning, each of them trying to get the upper hand.
Nick managed to sneak his hand between Logan’s thighs and he wrapped his fingers around Logan’s fat balls, squeezing them hard and making Logan scream in pain.
Logan’s answer was as simple as it was effective. Copying Nick’s nutsack attack, he grabbed the handsome superstar’s ample ball bag and pressed his thumb into the bulging orbs, eliciting a high-pitched wail from Nick.
Both of them were screaming from the top of their lungs as they squeezed the life out of each others’ nuts, grinding and kneading the precious nuggets as if they were trying to juice a pair of lemons.
It almost looked like an intimate moment between two lovers. Their bodies were very close and their sweaty foreheads were touching as they had their hands clasped around each other’s genitalia. If it hadn’t been for the writhing and squirming and the anguished grunts and groans they could have been mistaken for a pair of lovers.
“Fuck!” Nick groaned, his eyes clenched shut as Logan squished and squashed his testicles while he was doing the same to Logan’s rapidly swelling goods.
“Oh god”, Logan moaned, pressing his forehead against Nick’s as the pain washed through his body while he was pressing his thumbs deep into the core of Nick’s meaty balls.
Their grunts and groans were filling the room as neither of them was willing to give up.
Finally, Nick was able to change the dynamic of the fight by gathering his strength and headbutting Logan as hard as he could.
Logan was taken by surprise, grunting in pain, loosening his grip of Nick’s manhood for just a moment.
That brief moment was enough for Nick to pull his nutsack out of Logan’s grasp and throwing him onto his back.
A series of hard punches to Logan’s ribs and to his abs made Logan grunt and groan in pain as he held his arms in front of his face.
Finally, Nick got up and kicked Logan in the kidney.
Logan wailed in pain.
Nick raised his foot and brought it down hard on Logan’s crotch.
“Fuuuuck!” Logan shrieked as his swollen balls were crushed flat under Nick’s foot.
He curled up in a ball, clutching his aching nuts but Nick grabbed him by the hair, pulling him to his feet before sending his foot up between Logan’s thighs, ramming his balls into his body and flattening them like pancakes.
Logan’s dick was rock hard now, swinging wildly between his legs. His nuts were fiery red and swollen, and Nick’s fists had left some nasty red marks on Logan’s six pack abs.
Nick let go of Logan’s hair and grinned. “Wanna give up?”
Logan managed to smile weakly. “No fucking way.”
Nick’s grin turned into a wide smile. “That’s the spirit”, he chuckled and kicked Logan in the nuts with all the force he could muster.
Logan screamed from the top of his lungs, grabbing his balls and falling to his knees.
Nick’s eyes fell onto Logan’s singlet, and he grabbed it, stretching the material before wrapping it around Logan’s neck, viciously cutting off his air supply.
Logan’s face turned beet red and he gasped for breath.
His dick was bouncing wildly, throbbing and twitching and leaking precum.
When Logan was on the verge of passing out, Nick freed him, allowing him to collapse on the ground.
Weakened by the vicious choking, Logan drew a deep breath, rubbing his neck, his red, sweaty face contorted in pain.
Before he knew what was happening, Nick threw Logan onto his back and tied him up into a neat little package with his own singlet.
Logan’s voice was hoarse as he croaked in protest as Nick twisted his body like a yoga-crazy pretzel until Logan was completely immobilized. His hands and feet were tied in an uncomfortable position that made his head protrude between his knees while his legs were crossed behind his head.
Logan’s dick was right in front of his face, rock-hard and glistening with precum.
Nick winked at him and balled his fist.
“No”, Logan croaked, his eyes widening.
“You give up?” Nick grinned.
Logan groaned. There was no way he could free himself, and yet he didn’t want to admit defeat.
“I’ll take that as a no”, Nick said and and sent his fist down hard on Logan’s bruised and battered balls. It landed like a sledgehammer, flattening Logan’s balls and making him yodel in agony.
Again and again, Nick smashed his fist into Logan’s manhood, crushing his nuts and eliciting all kinds of funny noises.
Logan’s dick was twitching and throbbing, dripping with precum, a loaded gun aimed right at his face.
Punch after nut-crunching punch connected with Logan’s bloated balls and the handsome high school wrestler’s face was a mask of pain.
It didn’t take more than a dozen punches until the gun went off and Logan’s pain-contorted face was splattered with a huge jet of spunk that was followed immediately by a second spurt.
Logan’s left eye was plastered shut and he gasped for breath, only to receive a creamy jet of jizz right in the mouth, turning his ear-shattering scream into a comically high-pitched gurgle.
Nick burst out laughing, patting Logan’s pulsing balls as they released their precious cargo, covering his handsome face in salty cream.
“There you go”, Nick chuckled, stroking his own dick as he watched Logan’s face get splashed with his pent up juice.
Jet after jet of creamy cum shot out of his dick, coating his sweaty face and his hair with a thick layer of stud sauce.
Logan was blinking through his cum, gasping for breath, as the flood subsided and his dick started softening.
Just when he thought it was over, a fresh spurt of jizz hit him in the right eye.
Nick was moaning in pleasure, aiming his dick at Logan’s face, adding his own special sauce to the mess on Logan’s face.
“Holy shit”, Nick chuckled, firing spurt after spurt of spunk at Logan, all but drowning him in jizz.
Finally, it was over.
Logan looked up at Nick, his eyes red, his face double-coated with cum. “I give up”, he croaked.
Nick laughed and playfully slapped Logan’s drained balls, making him yelp and grimace in pain before untying his limbs and allowing him to curl up in a ball, clutching his nuts.
I cleared my throat, trying not to stare as Nick put on his clothes and walked over to my desk.
“I think we’re done”, he said with a grin.
“Great, how did it go?” I said, pretending not to have seen what had happened.
Nick chuckled. “Well, I’m not sure I learned anything new. But it was nice. Thanks for the opportunity.”
“You’re welcome”, I said, smiling. “I’m glad we could help.”
I walked him to the door, passing Logan who was lying in a puddle of cum, groaning in pain.
“Bye, Logan”, Nick said casually. “It was a pleasure.”
“The pleasure was all mine”, Logan mumbled politely.
Nick chuckled.
“Will we see a scene like that in a movie of yours?” I asked with a grin.
Nick laughed. He winked at me and opened the door. “Who knows…”
4 comments:
At last! A hot fight with mutual squeezing and hitting between two well-matched guys. No squash jobs, no 2 vs 1 or anal violence...
That's how I'd like all (or at least most) of stories would be.
Hope for more of the same, maybe with two skinny guys. Thanks.
Thanks for your feedback! I‘m glad you enjoyed the story and I‘ll see what I can do about your story suggestion! :-))
With the recent events on Twitter we may be needing a Drake Bell segment of this series! With pictures to accompany of course ;)
Ha! Thanks for your comment! :-))
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