Rex’s Latest Scheme: Part Two It Takes Two By Jimmy and Y1ddo

 

Rex’s Latest Scheme: Part Two

It Takes Two 

 

By Jimmy and Y1ddo

 

Rex is admiring himself in the mirror, and running a hand over his small bulge. Max watches him rather glumly. He lost to Chase and won’t be a tag-team partner with his brother. The missed opportunity to face Logan again, and having lost to Chase, has really brought him down.

 

“I hope that you guys do well,” Max says dolefully, adding a long sigh afterwards.

 

The singlet that Chase gave him needed to be washed. Underneath his t-shirt he is still wearing the tight uniform, and as Rex continues to fiddle with his own uniform bulge, attempting to plump up his altogether rather unimpressive assets, Max hopes that maybe Chase will back down.

 

“Thanks bro,” Rex smiles over his shoulder and sees Max’s downturned expression and walks over to him. “Hey, Max?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“After the match, when Chase and I win… I can face you at home if you want. That way you get to wrestle somebody.”

 

That perks Max up a bit and he gives him a reluctant smile, and he pulls Rex in for an unexpected hug.

 

“Love you too, Rex.” Max gives him a squeeze. “Now go kick Zach’s big plums in for me!”

 

Rex pulls back and grins at Max: “You know I will!”

 

He runs out of the dressing room, and slowly Max follows. His walk is slow and deliberate as he hears the cheers from Chase and Jayden, as they excitedly talk about the upcoming wrestling event. He tries to stay cheerful as he sits down next to Jayden.

 

Chase made the pair a very special set of matching singlets, and the comparison between his brother and Chase is almost laughable. Maybe not Chase’s intention… but nevertheless its plain to any that see.

 

The doorbell chimes, and Max tells the group: “I’ll get it.”

 

As he heads to the door he spots Logan coming down the stairs, and Max gives him a shy smile.

 

“Hey.”

 

Logan stops at the bottom of the staircase, and says to Max: “You look kinda down.”

 

Max shrugs.

 

“I think that I might have a solution for you.”

 

Max’s eyes zone in on him, his questioning amber eyes lingering on Logan’s. The look he gives him is curious, as he asks: “How?”

 

“I’ll give you a rematch if… you can beat him.”

 

Logan opens the door, and there stands Zach. He’s massive and daunting, and Max still thinks that his twin is crazy for facing off against him. Next to Zach appears to be an almost replica of Zach, just maybe a tad younger looking.

 

Cody is 18 years old, and he is the spitting image of his older cousin. Max’s eyes widen in first surprise, and then alarm as Logan’s sentence clicks into place.

 

“You want me to face him?” Max says talking quietly, as his mouth drops wide open.

 

“This is the kid that you are going to take out?” Cody says, eyeing Max up and down. “Not much to him, you’ll be done with him before you even start…”

 

“Oh that’s not Rex,” Zach chuckles. “He’s Max. Rex and Max are twins.”

 

“Oh,” Cody says shrugging. “What’s the difference right? You’re practically the same person, haha!”

 

Max’s eyes narrow to slits as Cody pushes past him, greeting Logan and clapping his shoulder. “Good to see you man, let’s make this pit stop quick. I can’t wait to see all the ladies about town!”

 

Zach laughs at his younger cousin’s antics and pulls him toward the back. “Reign it in buddy. I’ll let you loose in the big city tonight… but first I have a score to settle.”

 

“If Rex looks just like Max, I don’t know how you lost. And you lost twice to… a pipsqueak. Oh man, that’s so sad.”

 

Max cannot fathom how to respond, but he’s angrier than he’s been in a long time. Logan pulls the simmering swimmer along, and whispers into his ear. “Want to take the smile off of his face?”.

 

“Yes,” Max growls back.

 

“Good. I’ll make sure that you have your shot, Max.” Logan gives Max’s upper body a squeeze, and tells him: “Just don’t lose, that way we can tango after.”

 

Max nods, and he’s not even thinking about that match. First, he wants to beat Cody.

 

They head into the main room next, and are greeted by Jayden, Chase and Rex.

 

The young high schoolers look up surprised, as they spot a third young man beside Logan and Zach.

 

Jayden looks questioningly at Logan.

 

“This, kids… this young man is Zach’s younger cousin Cody. He’s visiting for the weekend,” Logan explains.

 

“There’s certainly a family resemblance…” Jayden smiles, as he eyes the big jock in front of them. Cody is a tall and muscular stud, with blond hair and a handsome face, and dashing blue eyes. He’s sporting a slightly dim-witted expression, and his face is a bit more young-looking than his older cousin.

 

Cody is wearing a sleeveless singlet, which highlights his broad shoulders and defined pecs. Below his washboard abs he is wearing a tight pear of jeans, accentuating the huge bulge between his muscular thighs.

 

“I can see your point,” Rex agrees in awe, as his eyes zoom in on the meaty mound inside Cody’s jeans.

 

Cody chuckles and grabs his big bulge playfully. “Raised on a farm, hung like a horse… Right cuz?” Cody grins, and playfully taps his cousin’s big balls.

 

Zach grunts and puts his younger cousin in a headlock. He ruffles his hair, and grins: “I’ve always been the bigger one, though!”

 

Zach’s grin suddenly fades, as Cody manages to sneak his hand down the front of his older cousin’s jeans with a sneaky grin.

 

Zach’s eyes bulge out and his muscular body tightens, and he gasps in pain as Cody clamps down on his big family jewels. Cody’s muscular arms are flexing impressively, as he squeezes with all his might.

 

The muscular frat boy lets up on his headlock, and Cody gives him a final vicious twist before he lets go of his nuts. “Just like the old days,” Cody grins, as Zach doubles over and moans miserably.

 

“I’ve missed this…” Cody chuckles, and he slaps Zach playfully on his bubbly butt.

 

“Fuuuck…” Zach complains as he reaches inside his underwear, assessing the damage. “You got both…”

 

“I know, I always do!” Cody grins proudly, patting his cousin’s back.

 

Cody points at the already dressed swimmers and openly chuckles.

“Oh man… these are your…  shit… This is going to be fun!” Cody claps his hands a few times, unable to contain himself. He looks over at Rex and walks up to him.

 

“You lost to this little kid… twice?!” Cody says, amazed. “Where you hogtied or something?”

 

Zach blushes. “He cheated… he caught me off guard!”

 

Rex smiles mischievously. “Come on… It was just a tiny squeeze…”

 

Licking his lips, the young swimmer slowly closes his fingers around to imaginary objects about the size of a couple of grapefruits. His lean swimmer’s muscles tightens as he clenches his fists, his knuckles shining white through his skin.

 

Zach is still nursing his big balls inside his jeans, as Rex’s amber eyes bores into him. “You know, I let you win last time big boy… You know that I had you…”

 

Zach is still blushing, and he knows that Rex is partly right. Unconvincingly, he fires back: “You’ll never get another chance, kiddo.”

 

“You can keep telling yourself that, but you know… deep inside… that your big balls are mine.”

 

Zach shakes his head in denial. “You’ll never get your hands on my big boys again…”

 

“We’ll see about that, ‘big balls’…” Rex grins maliciously.

 

Cody looks down at Rex, puzzled. He picks up one of Rex’s arms, and squeezes the small bicep in his hand. His fingers can close all the way around the small muscle. “You don’t have a lot going on, young boy.”

 

Rex pulls his arm back out of Cody’s grip rather forcibly, and his rage flows off of him. He gets onto his tippy toes and narrows his eyes at Cody. “Punk, you better step off. If you don’t… I’ll personally beat your ass when I am done with your cousin…”

 

Cody steps back, but only because he’s laughing so hard.

 

“You guys…you’re pulling my leg, right? Where’s… haha… the hidden camera?”

 

Cody pretends to look around before getting right back into Rex’s face, and he taps his small bulge with the back of his hand in a playful sack tap.

 

“Can’t be hidden here… I can’t feel a thing!”

 

Rex gasps and doubles over cupping his bulge, and Cody slaps him on the back.

 

“I’ll admit… this will be fun to watch!” Cody says through his tears of mirth that drip down his cheeks. He roughly wipes his face, as he takes in the rest of the room.

 

No one is laughing with him. In a few short minutes, he’s seemingly managed to embarrass or make fun of almost the whole room.

 

The tension is tight, as Max steps next to his brother. Both twins look murderous, and their alliance with each other is so crisp and clear that Cody’s grin slowly fades from his face.

 

“That’s my brother you are making fun of… and if you think that it’s so damn easy to beat one of us then you will have no problem in facing me,” Max says.

 

The challenge is on the table, as Max pulls off his shirt and drops his sweats, kicking them off. He’s in his wrestling singlet that he wore the other day, and his chest is tight, his muscles locked as he visibly shakes next to Rex.

 

“That is, if you have the balls to do so.”

 

The challenge to Cody’s manliness makes him pause. “I ain’t scared of you, shrimp. If you want an ass kicking, then you will get one.”

 

“Make him cry for his mommy,” Rex says sneeringly.

 

Max only nods his head. His eyes have not left his opponent’s face.

 

“Well,” Logan steps forward, trying to clear the air as he steps in between the two for the moment. The twins look murderous.

 

“Looks like we will have two matches today. Chase and Rex will be facing Zach and I in a tag-team match, while at the same time Max and Cody will be facing off. Jayden, I see that you actually have a referee shirt on… how unlike you!”

 

“Yeah, I got one myself… for some reason,” Jayden turns, and stares directly at Chase. Jayden is wearing a sleeveless black and white stripped ref’s shirt, and short black bicycle pants that highlight his generous bulge. “So yeah, I am ready to ref again.”

 

“Can you ref two matches at the same time.”

 

Jayden waves him off. “I did the last time, remember?” he explains.

 

“Perfect, let’s go!”

 

Zach and Logan go to change, but Cody just gets down to his underwear and he waves off Chase’s offer of something to wear.

 

“I won’t need one of those… I’m comfortable in these.”

 

Cody turns towards the swimmers, and no one can quite believe their eyes. It’s Zach… well almost… Cody’s body is well built like a junior body builder. His muscles flow down his torso ending in a tapered waist, but the part that draws all the eyes of the boys is his bulge. Cody more than fills out his pair of undies, and the plump organ curving down one leg looks more like a sleeping basilisk. The two testicles hanging just below threaten to pull down the endangered waistband of Cody’s underwear, and the pair are bigger than any of the boys’ fists. His grapefruits are huge, and sway as Cody steps out of his pants.

 

When Cody looks up he sees the awe-inspired faces of the other boys, and he can’t help but chuckle.

 

“You should see me naked,” Cody jests and flexes boldly in front of the boys, showing off his hulking physique.

 

“Wow…” Jayden says staring at the bulge with the others.

 

Chase scoffs. “He’s almost as big as me.”

 

That cracks a grin on Cody’s face. “I see you have never stepped out of Neverland, kiddo. Captain Hook has nothing on me, and when I get hard you can see the curve of my hook. It never fails in getting me a girl.”

 

Max is trying to calm his breathing, and hide his penis which is starting to stiffen up.

 

“You afraid to compare?” Cody says, with a smug grin. He reaches for the waistband of his tight white undies and tentatively lowers the thin fabric, revealing the base of his thick, clean-shaved shaft. “Don’t worry… I will compare with you later. After I pin this kid to the floor.”

 

He winks as he pulls his undies back up, still not quite concealing the proud assets within. Cody’s rearrangement shifts the ample contents inside his underwear, and his meaty left nut is threatening to drop out of its tight prison. Jayden smiles as he eyes the mighty orb partially peeking out of the thin fabric, but holds his tongue.

 

 

Zach and Logan suddenly step back into the room, wearing matching red uniforms. Zach as usual looks uncomfortable. The singlet sticks to him like a second skin, hugging his ripped body tightly, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

 

“Just undies?” Logan jokes snapping Cody’s waistband, earning him a yelp. “Living on the wild side, eh?”

 

The playful tug is too much for the hard-working material, and Cody’s meaty left nut tumbles out of the leg opening.

 

Before he manages to react, Rex seizes the free-hanging meatball. The dense testicle fills out the whole of the young swimmer’s hand, and he weighs it between his fingers.

 

“Seems like you are the same size as Zach here… I wonder if they’re just as weak…” Rex contemplates, and he squishes the trapped nut with his bony fingers.

 

Cody groans out in pain: “What are you…?”

 

Rex cuts him off with a menacing twist. “I like busting your family’s family jewels…” Rex smiles mischievously up at Cody. “Zach, get over here! I wanna compare.”

 

Zach cups his own bulge in sympathy, as he sees Rex’s strangle hold on his cousin’s naked testicle. He meets his younger cousin’s pleading expression, and gives him an understanding look.

 

“So… you like grabbing a guy’s junk, huh?” Cody says hoarsely, trying to sound confident.

 

He lets out a cough and doubles over Rex’s shoulder, as Rex yanks down hard on his trapped nugget. Rex leans in, and whisper in his ear. “I like taking down big, stupid jocks like you… Especially ones with fat, useless balls…” He rolls the ample nut between his fingers teasingly, and gives it a final sharp squeeze.

 

Cody yelps and drops down to his knees, as Rex let go of his nut. He buries his hands inside his underwear and moans weakly as he can feel his left nut throbbing between his fingers, the nauseating pain spreading to his abdomen.

 

Rex grins and turns towards the others. “I guess Cody was right… this is going to be fun!”

 

Everyone chuckles except the two members of the Johnson family, who seems too busy worrying about their own family jewels.

 

“Alright, everyone!” Jayden says clearing his throat, and then getting immediately nervous and shy as everyone turns to face him. “I am going to go over the rules, which are simple… there are none! The match ends when both tag-team members submit their seed, or in Cody and Max’s case, when one of them does.”

 

“Wait… what?” Cody says hoarsely, a little uncertain now as he nervously chuckles.

 

 “Really? That does not seem fair, can you… or you?” Cody points at each twin in turn before ending on Max. “… actually produce anything? Or are you two still in the shakes and shivers part in your development?”

 

Max and Rex grit their teeth, but it’s Chase that answers coming to the twins’ defense. “Stop being an asshole…unless you’re too frightened to face Max. Cause he will beat your ass.” Chase grabs Max’s shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

 

Before Cody can say something smart, Zach backhands him in his very full pouch.

 

Cody flinches, grabbing his junk again. “Hey! ...no free shots, cuz!”

He tries to laugh it off but ends up coughing again, the stinging sensation pulses along the right side of his ballsack, where Zach struck his set.

 

“Stop whining! Jayden, you went over the rules. Thank you for that, now I see we have two mats set up… perfect. Continue, Jayden.”

 

Jayden clears his throat “As I was saying, it’s a tag-team match, so you have to tag your partner in and after you tag your partner you two will have a full minute timed by yours truly,” Jayden says pointing to himself. “During that minute you two can do combos to the opponent. If you go over your time I will step in and make sure that you regret it.” Jayden winks at Chase, and they share a quick smile.

 

“Everyone, get into your positions.”

 

The six guys float around, and after a quick round of “rock, paper, scissors” Zach and Rex are chosen to start things off.

 

“Perfect,” Rex chuckles.

 

Cody and Max look ready to go, and just before Jayden says “begin” Max and Rex wink at each other.

 

“Let’s time Zach and Cody’s losses… but better than last time,” Rex says (*the twins lost match). “I want to see who makes the bigger mess.”

 

“Deal,” Max says turning to face Cody, who was not paying attention but looking at Zach and wiggling his eyebrows.

 

 

Diiiing!

 

 

Max takes off like a rocket. From the corner of his eye, he spots his brother with a wild smile and glint in his amber eyes doing the same.

 

The twins are always a force to be reckoned with. Small, fast, and agile Max and Rex are like cannon balls and not known for slowing down. They take chances, sometimes wild ones, and this match is no different.

 

Max is flying at Cody airborne, sailing straight at him. Cody only has time to widen in his eyes in surprise when Max strikes him full force, spearheading him in the gut, his head crashing in Cody’s middle. Max feels Cody’s abs clench, trying to suffer the blow as he knocks the air from Cody, and the two goes spiraling down to the mat landing in a heap. Max rolls away and comes back to all fours, looking up briefly to make eye contact with Cody before he takes off at him again.

 

Cody is shaking his head clearing his vision, and as he does so his eyes lock onto Max leaping on top of him, toes painfully sinking into his abdomen as his top half comes up gasping. Max is grinning like a banshee as he slaps Cody across the face, and not too gently.

 

“What was that about me being a pipsqueak?” Max dares to ask before he reaches behind him and gives two quick slaps across Cody’s junk jutting out, first a left and then a right, making sure to strike each testicle full on with the back of his hand. His knuckles sink deep into each soft meatball, and he can hear his opponent wheeze in response.

 

“Fuuuuck!” Cody barks, and he shoves Max off him so hard that he bounces on his butt a few times, before coming in to stop at the end of the mat. The young jock fondles his smarting ball sack carefully, and groans. The vicious stinging causes pulses to run through his testicles, and Cody hunches over his genitals rather protectively as he moans, trying to figure out how to get the upper hand before Max hits him again.

 

“You’re… fast,” Cody admits, still trying to catch his breath.

 

Max climbs to his feet stalking over to his fallen prey, eyes locked onto Cody. “Yeah, I am. And I have not even broken a sweat yet.”

 

The confidence flows from Max as he makes a quick grab for Cody’s ankles, trying to get him in an even worse positon, but Cody’s fist hits him first slamming into his abdomen and forcing him backwards. Max drops to his knees gasping, eyes widening as he coughs “Owww…. shit.”

 

Trying to catch his breath Max closes his eyes steadying himself, giving Cody a small reprieve as he gets to his feet. Cody’s now treating Max like one would any adversary because he was certainly wrong about how hard Max was going to fight.

 

Cody walks over behind Max and grabs him by a fistful of his auburn hair, and pulls upwards. Max yips, his hazel eyes widening as he is being pulled roughly to a standing position, with Cody right behind him. Max struggles and is about to kick backwards, but Cody blocks his attempt and wraps one muscular arm around his neck, applying a chokehold. Cody’s massive arm pulls Max in tight and cuts off his airflow immediately, as he applies it saying: “Time to go ‘nighty, night’ Max...”

 

Max pulls uselessly at the arm, as he’s slightly lifted from the ground. His eyes naturally turn towards his brother Rex hoping for support as usual, but what he finds happening in the match next to him surprises him…

 

 

Across the mats Zach is standing mightily over Rex, his massive frame casting a big shadow over his smaller opponent. Rex lies flat on his back, and Zach is controlling his ankles with his big hands.

 

“No more sneak attacks from you, kiddo…” Zach shakes his head as he grins down at his opponent.

 

Rex had tried a quick snap kick to Zach’s bulging basket just as the match had started, but this time around Zach was prepared. He had managed to catch the young swimmer’s foot mid-air, and sent his own foot crashing into Rex’s unprotected bulge. The hit was dead-on, and Zach was intent on not giving his opponent any time to recover. He had quickly seized Rex’s ankles and lifted them up into the air.

 

“I prefer you lying there on your back,” Zach chuckles. “Even though… your small ‘peanuts’ looks no less disappointing from this point of view…”

 

“Fuck… you!” Rex says angrily, balling his fists.

 

“I bet you would…” Zach sniggers at his own taunt. “Sorry to disappoint you, but this prime meat is reserved for the ladies at the club tonight,” he grins and wiggles his hips teasingly, making his big genitals bounce inside his tight-fitting singlet.

 

Rex’s eyes linger lustfully at the twin orbs beneath his opponent’s mighty hose, as they shift inside the thin fabric.

 

“You can watch, but no touching…” Zach chuckles. “I’ve been saving up for tonight, my boys are loaded and heavy!”

 

“It would be a shame if someone did something about that” Rex thinks scornfully to himself. Firstly, he’ll have to get himself out of this compromising position…

 

“Now… over to you,” Zach smiles as he perches his foot between Rex’s stretched-out legs.

 

Rex is covering his balls with both hands, as Zach places his sole above threateningly. “Remove those hands, will you? We don’t want to break any fingers.”

 

The young swimmer shakes his head in denial, and he scowls up at the young Adonis over him. “Make me.”

 

“Oh, I will… one way or the other,” Zach smiles and stomps down hard. Rex’s fingers absorb some of the blow, as Zach pushes them down against his pelvis. He lifts his foot again, and sends it crashing down even harder than the last time.

 

Rex whines in agony and he removes his hands, shaking them to try and take the pain away from his stinging fingers.

 

“That’s better.” Zach lowers his foot more slowly this time, and he stops just above Rex’s meager pouch.

 

“We could do this the easy way,” he says, while rubbing his toes against the young swimmer’s bulge. “… or the hard way…” Zach continues, as he presses the sole of his foot down into Rex’s marbles, nailing them to the mat.

 

“Ouugh… stop!” Rex complains pleadingly.

 

“Which one is it then?” Zach asks, as he increases the pressure on Rex’s trapped marbles.

 

“Let… go… oughh.”

 

“That’s not an alternative, buddy… Remember, I beat you last time, I know how to make you sprinkle.”

 

Rex shakes his head, and says weakly: “That wasn’t you… Max did it…” Rex reminds Zach. He looks over to his side, hoping to find some sort of support from his twin grappling beside across the mats.

 

“Sorry kid, but your brother won’t help you this time around either. Looks like Cody’s got him just where he wants him to…”

 

To Rex’s dismay, his opponent seems to be right…

 

 

Max’s eyes meet his twin’s in a hopeless exchange of expressions, as he’s held in the air by Cody’s massive arm around his neck. He’s desperately trying to pry himself out of the chokehold, but Cody’s muscles won’t budge an inch.

 

“Still struggling huh,” Cody says impressed into Max’s ear. “I did really underestimate you, kiddo. Sorry about that,” he continues sincerely, some of his cocky façade vanishing.

 

Cody eases up a bit, allowing Max to draw in some long-awaited air. Max stops struggling, and Cody takes this as a sign of defeat: “Giving up?”

 

The welcome air gives Max the opportunity to clear his mind, and he realizes that there’s no point in trying to force his massive opponent off his neck. He feels Cody’s massive chest beating against his back, and his washboard abs below.

 

Lower down, something big and soft is resting against the side of Max’s body. Max gazes down, and spots his opponent’s boxer-clad bulge. He can clearly make out the outline of Cody’s massive meatballs weighing down the front of his boxers, resting heavily beside his sleeping snake.

 

“That’s what I thought,” Cody chuckles cockily with an arrogant smirk, as Max let go of the massive arm around his neck. His smirk falters though, as Cody suddenly feels something cold close around his unprotected nutsack.

 

Cody’s flimsy underwear offers little to no protection as Max latches onto his ball bag, one ample testicle inside each hand. Max weighs each heavy nut between his fingers, and he can’t help but feel amazed by the sheer sizes of them. They’re so big, completely filling out his hands, but at the same time so soft and tender inside his hands.

 

“What… are you doing?” Cody objects in a concerned tone.

 

“I figured, since you have me in a stranglehold… maybe I could put you in one as well…” Max smiles, as he starts to increase his pressure on his opponent’s nuts.

 

Cody’s eyes bulges out, and he grunts: “You’re… squeezing… my baaalls!”

 

“I know, dooofus. Let me down… or I will crack your big eggs and make you an omelet…” Max threatens.

 

Cody groans loudly and he starts to reapply his pressure on his opponent’s neck, trying to force him to let go of his own nuts. This only makes Max more desperate though, and he gives Cody’s ostrich eggs a menacing twist, yanking them down.

 

Cody lets out a shrill scream, and he releases his hold on his opponent’s neck. Max falls to the ground, yanking Cody with him by his heavy nut sack. Cody lands on top of the young swimmer, making Max finally let go of his nuts as he is temporality flattened to the mat.

 

The move does not last long as Cody rolls over to the side, and doubles over on his knees. He lowers the waistband of his boxers, to carefully inspect the damage to his big boys. Cody’s heavy meatballs drop low inside their sack, and thankfully they’re still attached to his body.

 

“You want me to check?” Max asks in a mockingly sweet tone, as he watches his opponent’s naked testicles in Cody’s concerned hands, rolling his balls around checking for damage. “Wow, they look even bigger naked…”

 

Cody shakes his head, and he quickly pulls his undies back up. His flaccid snake gets caught on the wrong side of the waistband, and the mighty hose slaps against his washboard abs with a loud “SPLAT!”

 

Max’s mouth drops open as he eyes the huge schlong, as it rests heavily above the waistband. Hastily, Cody tries to stuff the big hose inside his already stuffed undies, and he struggles to rearrange his most prized assets inside the skimpy fabric.

His face is pale, as the overwhelming agony from his balls keeps spreading across his strong body.

 

Max raises to his feet, and he walks towards his wounded opponent.

 

“Looks like a singlet would have been a better idea than what you are wearing!” Max teases, as Cody struggles to get up. His wounded pride and manhood take him longer to get to his feet, and by the time he takes a swing Max has already ducked behind him and grabbed the waistband of his underwear. Max gives the fabric one, long mighty tug upwards, and he has to suppress a giggle as he watches Cody’s muscular butt cheeks clenching through the thin fabric.

 

Cody’s eyes widen in sudden alarm, as the last vestige of protection is pulled taut. Max’s small biceps burn with the effort, but the long yodel that comes from Cody is well worth the effort as the underwear yanks against Cody’s bulging basket. The thin straps at the bottom attempt to slice Cody’s testicles in half as they dig vertically along the central cores, as Max yanks Cody upwards taking him off his feet.

 

For one horrid moment Cody hangs in the air, his full weight on his balls as Max’s upper body strength holds on tight, his muscles straining. Then Max drops Cody onto his knees, a horrible ripping sound following as Max holds in his hands the shreds of Cody’s boxers. Just the waistband remains hovering around Cody’s pectoral muscles, caught in his armpits.

 

Max giggles in delight, and bends down tilting his head at Cody. “Aren’t you supposed to be kicking my ass… or something?”

 

A lock of wavy auburn hair falls across his brow, momentarily hiding his hazel twinkling eyes, as he grins at Cody. Then Max gives him a slight one finger push, and Cody falls prone curling up into the fetal position, his hands not quite able to contain a protective cup on his balls.