Rex's Lastest Scheme: The Tag-Team Tryouts Complete Story written by Jimmy and Y1ddo

 

Rex’s Latest Scheme: The Tag-Team Tryouts The Complete Story

 

 

By Jimmy and Y1ddo

 

 

 

 

Dear BB Community,

Hey, I have been thinking of putting complete stories with all their parts in one place once finished. Here is the first, enjoy!

Jimmy

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“What do you mean, you don’t want to be my partner?” 

 

Max is flabbergasted and stares openly at his twin brother Rex, not believing the truth. 

 

“You lost to Logan, remember?” Rex points out.

 

“So…? you lost to Zach!” Max declares. 

 

“You are only giving me more ammo for why the two of us can’t beat Logan and Zach. That’s why, I am teaming with Chase.”

 

Chase, who was, in all honesty, not paying attention but draped over Jayden and nuzzling his neck, giving him yet another hicky.  

 

“Chase!” gasps Jayden, and he squeezes the arm rest. The four of them are watching the previews at The Bartlet Theatre and no one is interested in the screen. 

 

Rex grumbles. 

 

“Gross, Chase! Can you stop licking him for a second… I have a proposition for you!”

 

Chase does not stop immediately, he has Jayden in the zone and he wants him to spill some pre-cum before the show. The tent in his athletic shorts is telling him that he’s almost at the right spot. His teeth inch along, just under Jayden’s left ear and when he bites down this time he can see the quiver between his legs, and he smiles as he sucks on Jayden’s skin. 

 

Pulling back, he fixes Rex with a look. “What?”

 

Rex rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to explain his plan, but Max slugs him rather hard in his sweet spot and Rex’s mouth falls open. 

 

The guys snicker, but Jayden is gasping and holding onto his neck. “I wish you wouldn’t…” he says in almost a whisper. 

 

“Hush. I’ll finish what I started soon.”

 

Max leans over Rex, still gulping air like a fish out of water. 

 

“Rex here wants to team up with you against Zach…”

 

“Not interested.” Chase says, about to go back for another bite, when Max finishes. 

 

“…and Logan. I told him it was a stupid idea. I’m his partner in crime. It should be me!” Max says rather indignantly. 

 

Chase pauses and feels the thrum of Jayden’s pulse against his mouth, and he grins. 

 

“Rex, I’ll do it.”

 

“No!” Max stands up, his candy falling to the floor. “I’m teaming with him.”

 

“Tell you what…how about we face off. Whoever makes the other submit first gets to be Rex’s partner,” Chase is smiling, and Jayden is too grabbing Chases shoulder and pulling him against him. 

 

“You going to show them who’s boos, Chase.”

 

“Bet your ass!” Chase says as he reaches back and grabs Jayden ridiculously hard erection in one hand, making him tremble. 

 

“Fine, as long as we shake on it.” Max holds out his hand, his Amber eyes alight with mischief. 

 

“Deal. Now let’s ‘watch’ the movie.”

 

Jayden gulps, as Chase says: “I have to tie my shoe.”

 

The lights begin to dim as Chase goes in between Jayden’s legs and looks once into his boyfriends eyes before moving straight down on top of the stuffy that he pulls out.

 

“Chase!” Jayden whimpers above.

 

Rex and Max roll their eyes in the same fashion, as Max plops back down. 

 

“I’m going to be your teammate,” Max says, stuffing a hand full of buttery popcorn into his mouth. 

 

Rex pushes his bangs out of his face: “You wish. No way you’ll beat Chase...”

 

Max is grinning as he pulls Rex close to him. “Chase is going to be all hot and bothered after the movie, he’s not even going to be thinking with his ‘big head.’ I’ll put him down so fast he won’t see it coming.”

 

Max leans back, and Rex has to admit… that’s not a bad plan. But for him to actually beat Zach again he needs a strong partner. Rex tries to lose himself in the movie in Chases home theatre as Chase’s bobbing only gets in the way… a little bit. 

 

 

After…

 

Max and Chase have changed. Obviously, Chase keeps his singlet collect in good taste and still has Max’s size. Jayden’s referee attire is nowhere to be seen. 

 

“I must have misplaced it again. Just wear those little black and white underwear I got you, and the whistle. It’s only us guys after all!”

 

Jayden smirks. After the movie, Jayden is in a damn good mood and even agrees with Chase. 

 

“Yeah… I can’t believe that it’s still lost.” Jayden slaps Chase’s ass, as he comes out almost nude wearing a silver whistle, and his black and white tight-fitting undies.

 

Chase is surprised that nothing is peeking out, and judging by the stretched-out fabric it might not be like that was for long. Jayden’s swimmers body looks good in those shorts, his lean muscles gleaming in the almost summer sunlight. 

 

Suddenly Logan peers around the corner, sweaty and coming back from a run. 

“What’s up guys?” Logan huffs, his t-shirt sticking to his chest, as rivulets of sweat pour down his face. 

 

Jayden looks over one shoulder. “Just fooling around. Want to watch?”

 

“Can’t. Date night with the babe, but… aren’t those a little tight?”

 

Chase puts a hand on Jayden’s bare shoulder. “It was the only size they had, Logan. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

 

“I’m sure they were…” Logan says, heading inside. 

 

“I can’t wait to beat him in my rematch,” Chase says determined.

 

“Before you do, you have to go through me.” Max is pulling up the straps of his singlet and glaring at Chase, a determined look on his handsome, youthful face. 

 

Rex is on the sidelines, hoping that Chase wins as he says: “You go, bro!” Rex winks in Chases direction, and the swim captain chuckles. 

 

“You are going down so fast, Max...”

 

That takes the smile off his face, and it’s then that Jayden explains the rules. 

 

“I want a clean fight… well… at least one in which is enjoyable to watch. I’ll make sure all the rules get followed.”

 

Rex raises one eyebrow. “Wait…there are rules?”

 

“Typically. But not with us. It’s anything goes,” Jayden explains. 

 

“My favorite kind of match,” Chase says, smiling. 

 

“Mine too—!” Max begins.

 

Chase rushes him. One moment Chase was joking, the next he is flying across the wrestling mat at Max. Max barely dodged to the side, before Chase charges him again and this time spearheads him in the gut, slamming him down to the mat below. 

 

“Ugh!” Max grunts as Chase comes up grinning.

 

“Heh. Got you.”

 

Chase punches him in the stomach, the same spot in which his head had hit earlier. All the air he just got back into his lungs is expelled, as Chase’s fist hits him just above his belly button. 

 

Max’s eyes go wide and he flails underneath Chase, and he gets lucky. A knee twists and moves between Chase’s legs and comes up, managing to catch one of Chase’s “big balls” …Max thinks it might be the smaller one and knees it hard against his thigh, trapping the squirming orb flat against Chase’s well-muscled leg. 

 

Chase gasps “Rightie!” before he doubles over, landing on top of Max. Chase’s hands protect his scrotum from another hit as he rolls onto his side, giving Max a moment to sit up and breathe. 

 

Max is holding his middle, and breathing hard. Not the best start to the match, but he grabs Chase’s arm and pulls him back onto his back. 

 

“Serves you right! Cheater…”

 

Max elbows him in the stomach asking: “How do you like it? Huh!”

 

A grin spreads over his face as Chase makes a low whining sound at the back of his throat, as one hand reaches up to grab his middle leaving the bigger left testicle completely unprotected. 

 

Max reaches down hungrily for the hidden treasure, but Chase kicks back at the last moment, nailing Max in his stomach again and launching him further back onto the mat. Max still holding his middle, glances up making eye contact with Logan in the second story window. 

 

Logan winks at him mouthing ‘Go get ‘em, kid.’

 

Max nods and tries to get up again, but Chase grabs his feet pulling them apart. His own bigger, longer legs start stretching out, and the space between Chase’s toes and Max’s bulge get smaller. 

 

“Oh oh,” Max says grabbing Chase’s feet and trying to low him down, but Chase’s legs are too much, plus he has his ankles. A classic gas pedal is about to befall him, and it looks like there is nothing he can do to stop it. 

 

Max looks up hoping to get some advice from Logan, but he just shrugs shaking his head now mouthing ‘That’s gonna suck.’

 

Max only has a moment to make eye contact with Chase before he stretches his feet all the way, bypassing Max’s fingers and shoving both feet deep into his privates. That’s the last conscious, thoughtful thought that he has before pain overwhelms him, and Max gasps. 

 

“Oh… noooooo!”

 

Chase’s feet push Max’s balls right into his own body, as the hardened balls of his feet trap the squirmy suckers against Max’s pelvis. He then starts to slowly jerk them in and out, letting Max’s balls plump back up into spheres before shoving them back against his own body. 

 

Max grits his teeth, and his eyes roll as pain, sharp, white and hot pulses down below his navel. 

 

“Oh shit, you got him good!” Rex says excited. 

 

“Yeah, I know. I can feel it...” Chase agrees as he pulls Max’s ankles, giving himself a better and more easy way to make the move even more devastating.

 

All there is for Max is to take it. 

 

He does so for almost a minute, before he yells out: “My nuuuuuuts!” 

 

His testicles are like flattened pancakes, shoved into his belly. Chase’s Cheshire cat grin in place, with a hint of perfect white teeth glowing in the sun, pulls his feet back and slams them back into Max’s pubic bone, nuts firmly trapped beneath. 

 

Max grunts and moans as Chase leave his feet there, but his big toes slowly slip and maneuver down as Chase twists his foot, which give Max the feeling that Chase is stamping out a cig. Chase’s toes grasp his penis, the head catch between the crevice in Chases big toe and the other four. He pinches it a bit, which gets his attention. 

 

“You’re not…?” Max starts to say as Chase’s other toe pushes on his tip and taps it. 

 

“You… no… my god!” 

 

Chase starts toying with him, big toe looping around his head as the toenail runs down his full length. Max lays back, body trembling. 

 

“Is he hard yet?” Rex asks eagerly. 

 

“Almost.” Chase says. “Right, Max?”

 

Max moans, and Chase stomps his balls again into his crotch. 

 

“I asked… are you hard?”

 

“I…” Max tries to say but can’t. Chase kicks him again. 

 

“I think you won.” Jayden says. 

 

“Winners are decided when one has a leaky faucet. Max has not slipped… yet.”

 

Max moans low, and his breathing starts to pick up. Along with his heart beat, that thuds against his chest. 

 

“Chase… my balls!” Max grunts.

 

Chase does not ease up. 

 

“You know the deal, Max. Now be a good boy and make a mess in that singlet. Then I will stop.”

 

Chase is now pumping Max’s erection between his toes, and Max balls his hands into fists. If he does not do something soon… he will lose. 

 

Max tries to sit up, and it’s almost as if Chase sense the effort and he boots him hard into his nuts with his foot, bringing it all the way back and striking forward with such force that Max bolts upright, body twitching as his head falls to his chest. 

 

“Oh my fuuuucking god!” 

 

Chase smiles wide then. “Now he’s mine.”

 

 

Above the boys Logan watches the teens battling, and calls Zach.

 

“Hope you aren’t busy. Rex wants a rematch.”

 

“We already had one,” Zach says with a sigh. “I won… or does he forget?”

 

“Actually, he does not. He wants a tag-team match, and this is going to be an easy one as you will be paired with me.”

 

Zach laughs. “Really?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Who is Rex partnering with?” Zach asks curiously.

 

“That’s about to be decided upon. Come on down this Saturday, and we can put Rex and his partner in their places.”

 

“My younger cousin is coming over for the weekend,” Zach says, hesitantly.

 

“Who? Cody?” Logan asks.

 

“Yes, we’re going clubbing. Gotta give him a feel of the city life… and the city girls of course!” Zach chuckles.

 

“Bring him over then, the boys are going to love him!”

‘And his big balls’ Logan mutters to himself, smiling.

 

Zach sighs resigned. “He’ll be down, no worries. But you better watch my back, buddy… My nuts are still sore from last time out!”

 

Logan clicks end call.

 

“Don’t worry, I will Zach.”

 

 

 

Down below, Max is fairing no better than before. If anything can be said, things have only gotten worse for the poor swimmer.

 

“You’re sooo close, bro… I can feel them tingling,” Chase sniggers.

 

“Nnngh… nooo!” Max complains though gritted teeth, but he knows deep down in his heart that he’s finished.

 

“Just let it go…” Chase smiles, easing a bit up on the pressure. Max is standing at full attention, and his rigid pole is quivering. “You know you want to…”

 

Max is in a mixed state of pain and pleasure, and his eyes are rolling to the back of his head.

 

He kicks out desperately with his feet, and one foot fortunately crashes into Chase’s big basket with a loud “thud”.

 

“My… big… balls!” Chase complains hoarsely, and he lets out a cough. He has still got his hands around Max’s ankles though, and he shoves them away from his wounded fruit basket. “You’ll regret that one…”

 

Chase’s foot clamps down on Max’s nuggets, and he starts stomping them like they’re grapes about to be turned into wine.

 

“Ooouugh, fuuuck!” Max moans. “I… give!”

 

“I’m not done with you… yet!” Chase smiles mischievously, as he starts to slide his other foot up and down Max’s shaft.

 

Max’s mouth drops in a silent “o”, and his eyes display a mix of discomfort and desire at the same time.

 

“I’m… coming!”

 

His raging tool starts to vibrate violently, and to his own surprise Chase removes his feet.

 

“Wha…”

 

Max starts, as Chase punts him with all his might straight into his sensitive sack. His hands tightens and his toes curl, as a big jet of love juice shoots up his chest, staining his tight wrestling singlet.

 

“Chase…” Max moans softly.

 

“I bet there’s more where that came from…” Chase chuckles, as he draws his foot back a second time.

 

“Noooo…” Max manages to object, before he’s hit with another devastating blow to his baby makers. His member erupts in another impressive spurt, completely soaking the thin fabric of his singlet.

 

Jayden cups his own bulge in sympathy, and looks straight into his boyfriend’s sparkling eyes. “Save some for the weekend, big boy.”

 

Chase gives him a playful wink and grabs his bulge through his singlet. “Those big jocks are going down…”

 

He retracts his foot, allowing Max to curl into a miserable, moaning heap.

 

“You can keep the singlet…” Chase smiles down at him, not sure if the agonized swimmer is able to receive the message.

 

Rex is grinning from ear to ear, as he gives Chase a fist-pump. “I knew you were going to join my team, captain. Let’s kick some big, weak balls!”

 

“Don’t worry buddy, these big ‘steel balls’ are coming out on top,” Chase chuckles cockily, and he cups his big bulge again. “That big doofus is going down…”

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rex’s Latest Scheme: It Takes Two (working title)

 

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.

 

Leftie seems left out of his protection, and Max makes quick work of it as he backs up and runs forward, a flash of color through the air, until his toes crash full force into Cody’s fleshy melon poking out between his thick thighs.

 

A sickening wet “SPLAT” echoes through the air as Max’s toes connects dead-on with Cody’s unprotected nut, smashing it into his pelvis.

 

“AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Cody screams, his voice turning into a screech as he rolls away howling, stopping at the end of the mat. The young jock looks up at Max, with horror on his face.

 

Max is cracking his knuckles and flexing a bit at Jayden, and he waves the shredded material inside his hand proudly. Jayden chuckles, and he mouths silently: “Go finish him!”

 

Max gives Jayden a cheeky wink, before he turns back towards Cody.

 

“You thought these were enough to protect your fat oranges from me?” Max chuckles and throws his opponent’s shredded underwear to the ground. He starts walking slowly towards him, stepping on the flimsy fabric and kicking it away.

 

Cody is lying flat out on his back trying to sit up, but he freezes as his smaller opponent approaches him.

 

“I think you know just how badly you messed up… Now, I’m going to take my prize and deny you a fun night out tonight by draining you of every last drop you got inside those big gas tanks of yours. I can be gentle… or not. Up to you, Cody.”

 

Cody looks up at him with pleading eyes, and he covers his big melons with both hands protectively. His sleeping serpent is resting freely along his abs, with his hands too busy nursing the forbidden fruits beneath. “Max… please… my balls…”

 

“It’s not your stupid balls I’m interested in…” Max sniggers as he climbs up on top of Cody, his lithe body able to push him fully down onto the mat. One hand sweep down across Cody’s barrel chest and over his ripped abs, and starts tickling the slumbering hose. Max grips the head and gives Cody’s girthy, thick serpent a little squeeze.

 

“You…c…can’t…oh my god…my balls…you wrecked me!”

 

“That was the plan,” Max smiles mischievously, and his eyes bore into Cody’s pleading blue eyes.

 

“I…no one has ever…oh shit…fu…fucking hell!”

 

Max smiles and toys with Cody’s tip, the mighty end of his long sword. He starts polishing it as one hand holds himself up in push-up position, so he is inches above Cody’s prone body on his back, staring into Max’s amber eyes.

 

Finally, Cody’s mind clears enough from the pain flooding through his nether regions, as his cock starts to swell under Max’s careful, and purposeful strokes. Max is starting to pick-up speed. He gently strokes Cody’s fattening tool in one hand as he watches Cody gain recognition, and he moans: “So…fucking…filthy! Stop!”

 

“Make me.” Max licks his lips, as he lowers one thigh so that his knee rests rather dangerously on top of Cody’s testicles. This time both hands cup his balls, but even the weight of Max’s leg causes Cody to wince, his brow crinkling.

 

“Don’t… please… I can’t take anymore.”

 

“Then hold still, this won’t take me too much longer. I can tell that you want to spill your load all over yourself….”

 

Cody’s eyes widen and he whimpers “No…I…!”

 

That’s when Max goes faster. Cody is fully erect now, and Max is zeroed in on the victory as he chokes-the-chicken on Cody and starts to “Buck…buck…buck!”

Max clucks at Cody, edging him on with his relentless hand, tightening every time he reaches the tip and squeezing the bulbously big pink head.

 

“Ohhh fuck…me…!”

 

“That’s the idea…” Max tells him, his hazel eyes flicking over to the other side of the mat.

 

 

 

Rex is in danger, and Zach slides his foot up and down his crotch trying to get him excited. Rex gulps, his heart racing as he tries to fight his way out of this position. He looks over to Chase and reaches for him, stretching his fingers to the very limit. Chase follows suit, but the large gap between the two swimmers is greater than either of them can fix. Rex drops his arm back to the mat as Zach’s heel catches Rex’s nuggets and squish them to the floor.

 

“None of that! You’re mine, little buddy… You wanted to face me after all, and here I am!” Zach smiles down, bouncing his foot a little making Rex’s teeth chatter and grunt on every squishing slight stomp of his foot. “You doing okay, buddy?”

 

“Bastard!” Rex manages to groan out, as unbelievably his testicles plump back up only to be crushed to flat pancakes again as Zach stomps on his ball bag.

 

“Haha… face it Rex… you’re not even going to leave a mark on me… but for a small splash on my toes. Come on Rex… get hard already, so I can put you out of your misery,” Zach suggests, digging back his heel.

 

Zach can barely feel anything under his hardened heel, but judging by the look on Rex’s cheeks and the crossing of his eyes, he is hitting him right in the sweet spot.

 

“My balls…my balls…My…balls!” Rex whimpers, his bottom lip trembling as a bit of drool drips from between his cherry red lips. Zach watches as the spittle slides down to his chin and Rex’s chest arches, and he decides to really make his mark and pulls his foot all the way back.

 

Rex takes a quick breath of relief, but suddenly Zach’s foot shoots forward and his amber eyes, the color of shiny stone, widen in alarm. “Noooooo—arRRRRRrrrrrrrrh!”

 

There’s a terrible “CLONK!” from Zach’s foot thudding against Rex’s pelvis, the twin’s small balls caught in-between. The slosh of Rex’s small grapes crunching in his nutsack makes everyone nearby wince. Even Logan covers his eyes.

 

“Did you just…?”

 

Rex freezes and his bottom lip quivers, his taut upper body goes limp and falls to the mat.

 

Jayden comes up, pushing Zach aside and scooping up Rex’s tender worked over testicles.

 

“I didn’t mean to….”

 

Jayden’s so close to Rex, staring at his closed eyes. “Rex? You with me?”

 

“Yes,” Rex says so softly that only Jayden can hear.  Jayden nods and proceeds to check over Rex’s bulge, before he looks over his shoulder.

 

“I have to make sure that everything is in good shape before he can continue. I need to find his balls… you know how hard that can be.”

 

Logan grins knowing exactly what Jayden is doing, but Zach stands there fidgeting, looking nervously at Jayden.

 

“Can… can I help?”

 

Jayden turns to move over to Rex’s ear, acting like he is checking his heartbeat. “This is your best chance,” Jayden tells him.

 

Rex nods ever so slowly.

 

Jayden waves Zach over, moving his hands aside. “I’m going to slide his singlet down a bit to his waist…to make it easier to find his testicles.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Jayden Gomez takes his time, giving Rex a few moments more to recover as he takes out one arm, and then the other from the singlet. He slowly rolls the tight fabric down his frame, until his little nub of a belly button is visible.

 

Standing up, Jayden tells him: “Okay…go for it. Just be careful, I bet that there is a lot of swelling.”

 

“Yeah,” Zach says nodding, as he bends over Rex. His colossal body casts Rex in shadow as he comes right up to him, but he’s careful not to touch. Zach gulps as he puts one big hand on Rex’s tight abdomen, he can feel him breathing as his searching fingers twist and slide under the singlet. He finds no underwear, as his fingers come across Rex’s limp penis. Zach is about to move past when he feels Rex shift and sigh under his hand. Zach, unsure what to do, turns to look at Logan.

 

It’s then that the sleeping Rex makes his move and throws up a punch from below, hitting Zach square in his bulge. There’s no way for him to miss as his knuckles sink deep into Zach’s massive testicles, and they squish and crash against his taint.

 

“Got you now, Zach!” Rex spats and grabs Zach’s over-sized left nut, as he swings his other fist around and clocks him in the even more sensitive underside.

 

Zach hollers “My nuuuuuuuut!”, and he bends slightly over.

 

Zach’s hand is still in Rex’s singlet, and he squeezes Rex’s penis on each horrid punch, making Rex moan as his small pecker is squished by Zach’s big hands.

 

“Get… off… my dick!” Rex huffs as he twists Zach’s massive left nut with both hands, and Zach tries to stand up and get to Logan.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Rex yells yanking him back down, Zach’s testicle cords pulling him down to the mat next to Rex. “I’m not through with you yet!”

 

Rex begins to rise, forcing Zach up onto his feet as well. The young swimmer walks slowly towards Chase, who’s dancing on the side lines, and Zach shakes his head pleadingly at Rex.

 

“No…man…stooooooop!”

 

Rex shakes his head and kicks out a backwards kick, which Chase slaps as he climbs onto the mat, his blue eyes flashing with fresh energy.

 

“Now he’s really in for it!” Chase tells him, as he hurriedly rushes over to join Rex.

 

“One full minute, starting now!” Jayden says excitedly, and he sets his stopwatch with a gleeful smile. Logan meets his eyes, and sends him a stern glance.

 

As Chase approaches them, Zach is frantically trying to pry Rex’s fingers of his left nut. He manages to extricate one hand, and he uses both hands to try and remove Rex’s other one as well.

 

This leaves Rex with one hand free now, and he knows just how to take advantage of the situation. The young swimmer smiles maliciously as he slides his free hand along the muscular thigh of his opponent, and sneaks it up through the leg opening of the tight red singlet.

 

Rex releases his hold on the big meatball, before he swiftly reapplies his grip on the naked nut with his other hand inside the thin material. He feels the warmth of the pulsating, soft gonad between his lithe fingers, and he weighs it carefully in his hand.

 

“So cute… you’ve been saving up for me?”

 

“Rex… please… we’re going to the club…”

 

“Sure thing… They feel even heavier than last time! What’s this? A week?”

 

“Ten days…” Zach admits, and sends Rex a begging look.

 

“That’s a shame…” Rex says, unconvincingly. “You won’t be having any fun with that monster of yours for a while, after I’m finished with you…”

 

With a quick turn of his hand Rex twists Zach’s trapped nut, and the muscular jock doubles over, moaning miserably.

 

“Doesn’t seem like you needed my help, anyway…” Chase chuckles, as he stops beside Rex. Zach is bent over in front of them, with his hands on his thighs for support, and his face is a mask of pain and helplessness. Chase can clearly make out the outline of his friend’s clenched fist inside the singlet, and he feels something stir in his loins. The covered hand suddenly yanks down, and Zach lets out a high-pitched squeal.

 

“What do you take me for?” Rex asks, mockingly indignant. “I own these pathetic nuts, and I always will...”

 

Chase chuckles at his friend’s cocky taunt, and looks over at Zach. Chase grabs onto his chiseled chin and forces his head upwards. He looks straight into Zach’s pleading blue eyes, with a derisive grin.

 

“How does it feel to be owned by a skinny little teenager?”

 

Zach blushes, and he shakes his head pleadingly.

 

“Answer him!” Rex demands, as he twists Zach’s nut another round.

 

Zach groans hoarsely, and he whispers: “So… b… bad!”

 

Chase smiles, and he runs his hand across the big jock’s handsome face and down towards his shoulders. He squeezes Zach’s muscular neck softly, before his hands glide further down across his massive arms, admiring the strapping physique.

 

“Imagine… all those muscles,” Chase whispers into Zach’s ear, “… and then, such a weak pair of balls to go with it…”

 

“I’m… still… bigger… than you…” Zach manages to respond hoarsely, through gritted teeth.

 

Chase’s eyes narrow, and his eyes shoot daggers at the blond jock in front of him.

 

Just at the same time, Jayden shouts: “30 seconds left!”

 

 

Over at the other side of the mats, Max is still on top of Cody, working on his hardened tool.

 

“You’re about to blow, big boy… I can feel it.”

 

Cody is moaning softly, and the pleasure in his loins has slowly drowned out the pain in his bruised babymakers. He removes one covering hand from his meaty melons, and grabs onto Max’s stroking hand.

 

“Don’t…”

 

Max can feel his knee-cap grazing against the now unprotected meatball, and he lowers it slowly towards the mat. “I don’t think you’re in a position to negotiate, big boy…”

 

Cody winces as his free nut is pressed against the mat, and he looks pleadingly at Max. “What… do you… want… from me?”

 

“I’m going to drain those big, fat balls between your legs… Every, last drop…” Max presses his knee deeper into his opponent’s trapped orb, persuasively.

 

“Ohhh god… not… my balls… again!”

 

Max smiles, enjoying his opponent’s imploring expression. “Maybe I should squeeze it out of you…”

 

Cody shoots him a terrified look, before he turns his head towards the others, hoping to find some sort of saving grace. To his dismay, Cody discovers that his big cousin is fairing no better than himself…

 

Max decides to look over his shoulder to see what’s happening across the mats, feeling confident about his win. He has to widen his legs to keep his balance and places his knees on the outside of Cody’s muscular body, abandoning his hold on his opponent’s nut.

 

“Looks like your cousin’s in trouble as well, Cody boy. There won’t be much action for the Johnson family tonight, unless… you guys wanna shoot blanks…”

 

The obvious threat to his masculinity is too much for Cody, and he forcefully yanks Max’s hand off his rigid pole, with a loud groan.

 

“Wha…” Max starts, before he’s interrupted by a powerful uppercut to his singlet-clad bulge, catching both walnuts dead-on. Cody sends another devastating punch to his opponent’s unprotected nuts, before he throws the young swimmer off him.

 

“How do you like that, punk?” Cody mocks him, hoarsely.

 

Max isn’t able to answer as he curls up into a ball, whimpering. He’s rocking back and forth on the mat, cradling his stinging, throbbing nuts.

 

Cody sits up, and takes the opportunity to examine his own genitals. He slightly winces as he fondles his bruised melons, throbbing between his fingers. “That little fucker…”

 

The young jock’s still got the chubs, his mighty schlong standing at half-mast now.

“Later, buddy…” Cody says as he looks down at his impressive member, and gives it a slight tug. He rises slowly to his feet, careful not to inflict any more pain to his tender meatballs, and looks down towards his prey…

 

Max is whimpering still, holding his delicate organs. Even this morning, Max showed his twin brother Rex his ever growing testicles. Every few days, Max’s ballsack feels a bit weightier as they hang lower, tugging and elongating his light brown happy sack. Unfortunately, every small growth spurt makes his balls very sensitive, and sometimes as little as sitting on a chair can be dangerous for him. The double nut punch took its toll and Max lays prone grasping at his aching gonads, and feeling the slight pulsing tremors coursing through his genitals.

 

Cody starts to head over to fallen boy.

 

Max knows that he’s in danger, but there is not a lot he can do to stop him. He tries to rise, but his stomach flips and he drops back on all four, staring at the mat as Cody keeps getting closer. Max moans low “My nuts… I… need a minute.”

 

“You ain’t getting one!” Cody tells him and kicks him in the abdomen, forcing Max back onto the mat. Max lands with a grunt, and he lays dazed for a moment, which is all it takes before Cody reaches down and yanks Max up in the air by his singlet.

 

“Time to finish this!”

 

Cody grabs Max’s crotch and sticks out his knee, dropping Max into a back breaker over his thigh. Max sees stars as his body flops and hangs, his head just gracing the mat, hanging uselessly like his arms. Max’s middle is exposed and taut, and Cody forces Max’s head still holding him by the neck.

 

“Now you’re done,” Cody explains, elbowing him just below the abdomen and pelvis. Max moans, his head swimming. He’s slightly out of it as his thighs part a bit more. Then… Cody reaches back and grabs the protruding singlet pouch in one hand, and before Max can plead for him to stop Cody laces his fingers around Max’s bulge and squeezes.

 

“Ughhhhhhh!” Max draws his abdomen in tight, and twists on Cody’s thigh. He appears to the 18-year-old like a fish caught on a hook, with nowhere to go.

 

Cody squeezes Max by the roots of his newfound growing manhood, and Max pleads: “Not… my balls! Ughhhhhhhhhhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh….ooooooooOOOOOaAAAAA my god!”

 

Cody loves this, and gives a vicious twist which makes Max thrust up. He brings his other hand up and bunches Max’s nuts together at the tail end of his sack, and punches the bulging caught testicles. Cody delights as Max’s nuts squish down against his knuckles, appearing quite diminished by the knuckles flattening his tender growing nuts.

 

Max’s amber eyes open wide, and he gasps unable to free himself from this trap.

 

“Stop…pu…punching!”

 

Cody slams two more hard punches into Max’s ball bag, each strike squishes and flattens his bulge a little more, as Cody tenderizes his opponent’s testicles a bit more reminding him of how much control he now has over him.

 

“Give up?” Cody asks, as his knuckles graze the soft undersides of Max’s bulging balls, threatening to strike him again.

 

“I…” Max gulps, trying in vain to clear his head.

 

“Yes?” Cody asks as his right knuckle digs into the small oval, pinching it against its twin.

 

Max swallows hard. “I can’t…give up…only way…is to cum…”

 

Cody thinks about that for a moment before he grabs the left out, plump looking shaft along Max’s belly, pointing towards his navel. “I’ve got to touch this bad boy…huh?” Cody shrugs. “A few tugs of this and I bet you spew…”

 

Max shakes his head “No I…oh. Oh…man…just…” At this stage Max bites his lip. Cody knows how to handle a cock, his grip is firm around the bulbous end of Max’s erection, and he starts jerking it sensually, keeping a steady pace that is surprising to Max… The young jock really knows how to handle one.

 

Cody’s mouth splits into a wide grin as Max moans.

 

“Told you, Max. You are about to make a mess…”

 

Max’s amber eyes widen, and he grunts, a rushing feeling of warmth swarms through his abdomen. He glances up at the sky, his back starting to arch, but Cody tugs his balls at that exact moment pulling Max down to the mat. Max jolts downward and his head turns.

 

“Look at me,” Cody demands. “I want to see you lose…!”

 

Max shakes his head. “I… won’t!”

 

Gritting his teeth Max tries to remember how to fight back, but Cody’s grip somehow tightens around his stem. He flicks the head of his bloated dong, and Max shudders. He’s so turned on right now, and Cody starts to cradle his balls and tickles them.

 

“Oh my god!” Max grunts.

 

Nearby, Jayden Gomez chuckles as he watches the spectacle, seeing his friend about ready to unload. He turns back to see his boyfriend Chase flipping Zach over onto his belly, yanking the twenty-year-old’s legs apart. Zach is sweating and moaning, his face shoved into the mat. His lips are parted and slightly drooling, as his tongue sloshes in his jaw.

 

“Fucking hell… you… biiiiittch!”

 

Chase slams his foot directly into Zach’s exposed groin. His legs are pulled off the mat and his ballbag just hanging in between the fork of his spread-out thighs, looking so inviting. The crash of Chase’s foot, and his little smirking grin as he winks at Jayden, makes the young referee blush.

 

Zach’s scream reaches a new octave, and Jayden winces sympathetically.

 

“Ouch,” Jayden laughs, shaking his head.

 

“That’s nothing…watch this!” Chase rears back again and Rex flies forward, their minute almost over as the two rushes in a double kick, each swimmer nailing a big, bloated bowling ball and knocking Zach’s testicles together.

 

Squish!

 

Zach’s face reflects the horror as he gags, fighting back bile, and screams so high-pitched that all three cover their ears.

 

Jayden turns towards Rex. “Okay, your minute’s up.”

 

Rex shrugs: “Oh, well,” and begins to head off the mat.

 

He stops to bend down to tie his shoe, as he spots Max clearly in trouble. Rex looks back, spotting Jayden not looking, and moves in behind Cody…

 

Cody is pumping Max’s erection so fast that his hand is blurring. The growing wet spot on Max’s singlet is making the fabric almost clear, as it hugs his head. Max is breathing fast, and Cody seems to only be rolling Max’s testicles around in his ball sack rather sensually, teasingly groping into his ballbag as Max’s frame starts to lock in. Max is whimpering and moaning, and his breathy voice says: “No…stop…I…oh god…I’m…I…uuuuuuugggghhhhhhh!”

 

Rex can tell his brother is about to release, so he moves in behind Cody, taking aim. His target is big and inviting, hanging heavy and freely between Cody’s muscular thighs. Rex rushes up and kicks Cody as hard as he can from behind, his foot crashing perfectly into the 18-year-old’s ample nut sack with a satisfying “SMACK!”.

 

The young swimmer darts away before Cody or anyone else sees, and firmly plants his ass on the outskirts to watch.

 

Only Logan catches his eyes, but he only chuckles and winks at him. Rex shrugs and tries to hide a smile. Cody meanwhile freezes and stops, his hands still clutching Max but no longer moving.

 

Cody blinks a few times, and coughs.

 

“Oh…fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

 

Rex’s sneaky foot work seems to have done its job, and Cody falls prone pulling Max with him. He cradles him to his chest, groaning. “You… busted my… baaaaaalls!”

 

Cody squeezes Max harder, the tender grip no longer in place as Cody locks both hands around Max’s well worked-over testes. Max hollers out at the same time as Cody, both seem lost to their pain and shared agony. But Cody is in a position to capitalize on his anger, and he does so by squeezing Max’s testicles for all he’s worth.

 

Chase winces at the screams, and spots the pair on the mat. Making a disgusted face, Jayden laughs.

 

Chase stops messing with Zach and comes over to plant a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips, before he pulls him in and his tongue slips in. Jayden moans as Chase kisses him. He pulls back, staring deep into his brown eyes. “Later… I want to fuck you.”

 

“Nope, my turn…” Jayden tells him, and gives Chase’s half-cocked erection a squeeze. “Now go finish Zach… Oh hurry, he’s crawling!”

 

Chase turns back, and sure enough Zach is on all fours. Logan is leaning over, his hand outstretched, and he encouragingly tells Zach: “Keep going, almost there!”

Logan clearly used the interruption for all that it was worth, to try and get Zach to move.

 

Zach reaches out.

 

Chase is running, his heart beating as he rushes forward and dives for Zach’s ankles.

 

Digging deep, Zach makes one last small lunge. He’s in the air as Chase lands on his belly and grabs his ankles, his heart beating fast. But Logan’s and Zach’s finger graze each other, just as Chase pulls Zach back.

 

Logan then steps onto the mat, knuckles cracking.

 

Chase gulps, staring up at him.

 

“You… are in for it now…” huffs Zach.

 

“Yes… yes you are.” Logan stands tall, his shadow falling over Chase, as he points straight at him.

 

Chase smiles. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

 

Logan allows him to get to his feet.

 

Zach uses the time to crawl away to his side, nursing his swollen, beaten genitalia. He looks green in the face and doubles over, not even paying attention to what is about to occur.

 

Logan thumps his chest with a wicked cocky grin on his face, and gestures for Chase to come closer.  “Then come at me, Chase. Show me what you got.”

 

Chase doesn’t need to be told two times, and he rushes towards Logan, grabbing his singlet by the straps. The young teen pulls the wrestling captain towards him, and rears his knee back.

 

Logan reads the move easily though, and blocks his opponent’s knee before it reaches his bulging basket.

 

“This is how it’s done!” the blond wrestler smiles, as he rams his own knee up between Chase’s spread thighs. Chase’s eyes bulge out in a surprised expression, and he croaks: “Not… my big balls!”

 

Logan only chuckles as he leaves his knee high, grinding his knee-cap against the sensitive underside of Chase’s nut sack. “I know you’re sensitive to a good old knee…”

 

Logan retracts his knee slowly, allowing Chase to sink down to his knees, and predictably he does just that. The wrestling captain walks behind his opponent, wrapping his muscular arms around the young swimmer in a massive bearhug, before he tosses him to the ground.

 

“Uuugh… can’t… breathe…” Chase pants weakly, as he’s spread eagled on the ground. One hand is rubbing his stomach, while the other is a bit lower, fondling his ‘big balls’.

 

Zach grins as he glances over at the fallen teenager. “You call those little raisins big?” he chuckles, and moves towards Chase.

 

The 20-year-old jock stops and crouches down above Chase’s heaving chest. With one hand Zach reaches inside his own singlet and pulls out his ample nut sack through the leg opening. “These… are what real balls look like, kiddo.”

 

Zach squats down lower, and lets his heavy ball bag hang above Chase’s miserable face. “Take a good look…” the muscular Adonis encourages, and he teasingly taps Chase’s nutsack behind him.

 

Chase winces, and he cups his stinging balls with both hands. “You’ll… regret that… so bad!” the young swimmer threatens, but Zach only rolls his eyes in response. He places his foot on Chase’s abdomen, and smiles down at him.

 

Jayden then interrupts them: “30 seconds!”

He looks worried, concern etched into the frown he wears, as he stares down at Chase.

 

Zach grabs his sack playfully as he looks down at Chase, and gives him a smug wink. He tugs at the base of his low-hanging eggs, displaying their impressive size. “Wanna compare?”

 

“Fuck you!” Chase snarls.

 

“That’s what I thought…” Zach chuckles, and turns towards Logan. “I’ll leave you to him… I have to check in on my cousin.”

 

Logan only smirks, and he shakes his head as his muscular buddy turns towards the other side of the mats. Zach’s nut sack is still hanging outside of his singlet, and his big fruits sway like a massive pendulum between his thighs as he strolls away.

 

 

Meanwhile, Cody is maintaining his nut claw on Max, and the young twin is pleading for him to let go. The jock has secured both of Max’s hands above his head, pressing them to the mat, while his other hand is clutching the twin’s whole package inside his fingers.

 

“Give me… a break…” Max pleads, miserably.

 

“I don’t know…” Cody answers doubtfully, as he twists his hand. “This is kinda fun.”

 

Max yelps in response, as both his growing nut sack and his flaccid member gets painfully twisted by his opponent’s strong hand. He shoots him a pleading look. “Please, Cody… I can’t take this anymore… You’re so much… stronger.”

 

“I know.”

 

Cody looks down at Max’s sincere expression, and he suddenly feels bad for the young twin. “Stay there…” The 18-year-old jock let go of his smaller opponent, allowing Max to curl up into a ball.

 

Cody rises to his feet and turns around, meeting the grinning face of his older cousin strolling towards them.

 

“What’s up with the clothes?” Zach chuckles at his naked relative, his massive genitalia on full display.

 

“That little fucker… he ripped them straight off,” Cody shakes his head, still smiling. “He’s not as innocent as he might seem, can’t turn your back on him…”

 

Zach gives him an understanding look. “I know what you’re talking about…”

He grabs a hold of his free-hanging nut sack and shows it to his younger cousin. “Those other brats got me good as well…” His big boys are slightly bigger than their usual over-developed size, the latest double-kick clearly taking its toll.

 

“We’re still standing, though…” Cody grins, referencing their poor opponents on the ground. “Logan’s having fun…” he points towards the other side of the mats.

 

Max gazes up at the jocks as they turn away from him, facing Logan and Chase.

Zach seems slightly taller than his younger relative, and his strapping physique is maybe a tad bit more muscular. His tight singlet is doing a bad job concealing the defined muscles of his backside, and the muscular bubble butt below. Cody is standing alongside in his birthday suit, making him look no less spectacular.

 

Between both jocks’ muscular thighs, hangs the most impressive part of their anatomies. It’s impossible to distinguish which one’s bigger, as the two mighty pairs of meaty melons hangs invitingly in front of Max like a couple of punching bags…

 

SMACK! SMACK!

 

Simultaneously, both of Max’s clenched fists connects in a brutal uppercut, ramming the impressive pairs dead-on. Before the cousins manage to react, Max sends another combo to their unprotected family jewels from behind, ramming them as a professional boxer hitting a boxing bag. Max leaves his hands high this time, grinding his knuckles deep into each sack, pinning them against their pelvis.

 

Zach and Cody’s mouths drops open in a surprised yelp of dismay, followed by an even louder holler: “My nuuuuts!”

 

Both jocks double over as Max retracts his hands, and they drop down on their knees.

Max pushes them forwards, making them flop down onto the mat.

 

The cousins desperately try to cover their naked nuts with their hands, but Max gets there first… He grabs onto both pairs with his free hands, and yanks them up between the cousins’ clenching butt cheeks from behind.

 

“I thought you guys knew not to turn your backs on me…” Max chuckles, and gives the meaty melons inside his hands a brave, tentative squeeze. “Looks like your balls are bigger than your brains…”

 

The jocks try to crawl away, but Max gives each set a persuasive twist. Both sets are too big to fit inside his hands, so the young swimmer focuses on each meaty left ball.

 

“Leftie!” the cousins whimper in unison, making Max giggle.

“I wonder if you guys shoot simultaneously as well…”

 

 

Jayden is engulfed in his boyfriend’s struggles, when his stopwatch suddenly beeps.

“Times up!” he shouts, and turns towards Max and the others.

 

To Jayden’s surprise, the muscular cousins are down on the mats, with Max crouched down and smiling behind them. Jayden tries to hide a grin, as Max winks at him proudly.

 

“It doesn’t seem like Zach wants to leave, ref…” Max chuckles.

 

Jayden squats down next to the muscular jock, ignoring the strangle hold on his nut.  “Is that true, Zach?”

 

Max twists his melon another round, and Zach grunts: “Nnng… no!”

 

“Then why don’t you leave? You minute is up,” Jayden tries to sound serious, and he has to suppress a giggle.

 

“He’s…. got… my balls…”

 

“Well, if you don’t leave… I think I’ll have to let Rex back in… You’re two against one, that doesn’t seem fair,” Jayden says, doing his best to sound professional.

 

“You’re right ref, this really doesn’t seem fair…” Max chimes in as he increases the pressure on his opponents’ meatballs, eliciting another set of screams from the muscular cousins.

 

All hell seems to be on the brink of occurring, and Jayden is not sure how much he should let go or not. His indecisiveness proves to be detrimental to Zach and Cody, as Max twists and crunches their big left balls from behind. Max is ferocious, as his grip on the Johnson men tightens.

 

“You know what? I don’t think I’ll need any help… I’ve got these two handled…” Max chuckles towards Jayden.

Jayden is about to tell Max to let Zach go at least… he is on a one-on-one, when his boyfriend’s loud wailing grunt captures his full attention. The referee rushes towards the other side of the mats, allowing Max to continue to play with his prey...

 

 

Meanwhile Chase is in the air, his body spread wide over Logan’s back in a wrenching back breaker rack. Over Logan’s shoulders his body is prone and spread wide across Logan’s back, as the wrestling captain carries him around, stretching and pulling on Chase’ neck and upper thighs.

 

Jayden winces at the sight, and just like that Max’s double-grip on the Johnson men is forgotten.

 

“Chase!” Jayden says, one hand reaching out for him.

 

Chase turns to look at Jayden, his electric blue eyes swim with pain and he groans out “I… have this!”

 

“Sure you do,” Logan says, his voice gruff as he stretches Chase a bit more, and grins with pleasure at the sharp intake of breath along his back. Chase’s dangling, useless limbs swing as he’s unable to grab onto anything to even attempt to pull himself loose and out of Logan’s clutches.

 

Logan spins the two for a bit, until Chase yells out in surprise. Then stopping abruptly and looking up, two blue eye’s smiling at him. “I’m waiting for you to stop me.”

 

“Put…me…down. Then I will!” Chase huffs, face turning pink.

 

Logan pauses, and shrugs. Even with Chase on his shoulder he succeeds, and starring right at Jayden he tosses him off his back where he lands flat on his back, the air knocked right out of him.

 

Logan gives a coy wink towards Jayden before he turns, focusing his full attention on Chase miserably reaching back and arching his back breathing hard, trying to refill his stolen air in his lungs.

 

“You were going to show me something?” Logan says grinning.

 

“Dick!” Chase curses and he tries to get up, but Logan sweeps one foot underneath him dropping Chase back down to the mat. He lands with a plop looking rather indignant, eyes narrowing at Logan.

 

“Don’t toy with me, I’m here to win!”

 

Logan smiles down at him, putting his foot on his chest and forcing him to stay still.

 

“I always play with my food… before I eat it,” Logan explains, flashing Chase a perfect smile before he drops an elbow right into the center of his abdomen.

Chase’s eyes stretch wide, his windows flashing wide as Logan’s elbow sink deep into his guts. The sixteen-year-old gasps, Chase’s mouth falling open.

 

Logan claps Chase on the shoulder. “I am ready whenever you want to… ‘have this’.”

 

Chase moans, his arms wrapping around his middle as he grips his pulsing, stinging abdomen.

 

“Cat caught your tongue, Chase?”

 

Logan tweaks his nose as Chase calls him a “Bitch” under his breath.

 

Logan tilts his head, still sitting next to him. “What did you say, little buddy?”

 

He reaches forward and grabs Chase by the balls, not squeezing them, but his tight grip seems to be all the threat that he needs to get Chase’s full attention. “I am not sure if I heard you right.”

 

Chase is shaking his head, as he peers down between his legs. A look of concern crosses his face, and Chase glances up.

 

“Hey…you’re… ummm… a little too…” at this Chase gulps, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his neck. He tries to continue: “…close.”

 

“Chasey boy, that’s the idea…” Logan’s thumb rubs one rounded sphere on the outside ridge, his fingernail tracing a line slowly down the side.

 

“You did choose to go on Rex’s team,” Logan leans in so that his hot breath hits Chase in the face. “You could have let Max be in your place, but some part of you wanted to face me. You knew that you would lose...”

 

“No, I…!”

 

Logan twists Chase’s sack, stealing his words from him and silencing him. He relaxes his grip a bit. “Don’t tell me that you thought you would win... That was never, ever going to happen.”

 

Logan starts to rise, and he pulls Chase up to standing, stretching his ballbag and his ball cords in the process. It’s almost comical how Chase’s eyes have crisscrossed, his bottom lip juts out and he hisses out his breath and moans.

“Logan!”

 

Logan does not answer.

He drags Chase over to Rex. Rex jumps up ready to tag in to help Chase, but Logan stops just before he can reach him.

 

“You chose the wrong partner… Always choose family.”

 

Rex is left slightly speechless as Logan twists Chase around and pulls him up close against his chest. He tightens his handhold another turn, and Chase balks and groans. Logan takes both of Chase’s hands over his head and forces them against his back so that Chase is stretched wide, his chest bulging out and leaving his groin completely wide open, along with his abdomen.

 

Logan takes his hand away, allowing Chase’s bulging big balls to drop back between his legs, and for added dominance Logan kicks Chase’s legs slightly apart. Chase is breathing hard, and he struggles as Logan’s other hand grabs his wrist leaving his knees ready to do the dirty work. Chase seems to sense it too, his legs quiver as Logan slides one knee up and along his thigh, and his knee presses against his bulge. Further insulting him Logan tap, taps the bottom of Chase’s big balls, making Chase suck in his breath each time fearing what is about to befall him.

 

“You… know knees are the worst for me…”

 

“They also make you hard, right?” Logan asks. “And you guys agreed to play until you spunk, so this is the perfect way to get you to do so.”

 

Chase gulps, and he looks forward at Rex, his pleading blue eyes stare into his friends as Logan pulls back his leg. Closing his eyes, Chase waits for the worst, but it does not come…

 

Peeking out, Chase looks over his shoulder. Max has Logan’s ankle, and a wicked grin spreads over his face.

 

“He really did choose the wrong partner, right Logan?” Max asks. As quick as lightening he kicks his foot up and into Logan’s bulge, which protrudes downward from the awkward position of having his caught leg in both of Max’s greedy hands.

 

Logan grits his teeth as Max nails his unprotected bulge, slamming his low-hanging nuts against his muscular thigh.

 

Before Logan can react, Max yanks on his leg and he goes tumbling down to the ground, cupping his balls.

 

Chase rolls away and reaches out a pleading arm, and slaps Rex’s awaiting hand. Rex rushes in and the twins both face each other, standing over Logan as he slowly climbs onto all fours, one hand lovingly rubbing his singlet pouch.

 

Max rises one eyebrow up, smirking.  “Told yah so.”

 

Rex nods. “You seem to have the Johnsons handled?”

 

“Them?” Max jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and smiles. “Oh, yeah. You could say I handled all four of those dino eggs…” He closes both hands in a tight grip, alluding to the double-grip he just applied to the cousins’ ball bags.

 

Rex smiles proudly at his brother, and he giggles as he eyes both cousins squirming on the ground with their hands buried between their legs.

 

“Anyways… He’s the biggest threat... Want help?” Max points towards Logan, who’s still on all fours, groaning.

 

A warm smile spreads over Rex’s face. “You mean it? Even after I picked Chase over you?”

 

Max grabs, Rex and pulls him in for a hug. “Always bro, you made a mistake… We are always better. Together.”

 

Rex winks, and the two turn back to face Logan. The twins purposely did not strike at him, they waited until he got back to his feet.

 

“Max,” Logan says. “Your match… He’s over there.”

 

“He can wait. Besides… you know that I wanted to face you anyways.” Max cracks his knuckles and then rubs his hands down the sleek sides of his abs, before he grabs his own pouch.

 

“I’ll finish off Cody in a second, he won’t take me long. I’ve got him in the palm of my hand. You… Logan, you’re the real challenge.”

 

Rex smirks. “Dino eggs went extinct, and the Johnsons are about to hit the end of an age. But first, we have to bring down the biggest threat…”

 

The twins at the same time take off running at Logan, both rushing forward as if they had planned to do so.

 

Logan readies himself. This is not the first time he has faced quick opponents, or a two-on-one battle. Two auburn haired boys fly at him, both determined to bring him down. Logan sets his body preparing for impact, as they swing their fists aimed towards his middle. Logan ducks and rolls between them and Rex and Max spin back breathing quick as Logan rises again, wiping his mouth and cracking his neck.

 

“If it’s a fight you want, then you came to the right place… But you two should know, I won’t go easy on you. And Max, if I can… I’ll make you cum again. You ready for this?”

 

“Always,” Max says, charging.

 

Rex is right beside him, matching his pace and laughing. “Let’s get him, bro!”

 

This time, the twins change up their tactics. Rex runs in a circle behind Logan, while Max halts in front.

 

“Right behind you,” Rex says teasingly, making Logan look over his shoulder. Max takes the opportunity to rush in, and he sends his knee crashing into Logan’s fruit basket from the front. His bony kneecap connects perfectly, sinking into Logan’s twin oranges with a satisfying: “Squish!”

 

As Logan bends over in surprise and agony, Rex jumps onto his back, locking his hands around his brawny neck.

 

“You little… runts,” Logan curses under his breath, and he tries to shake Rex of his back. One hand is covering his freshly pressed oranges, while his other hand reaches for his neck. “You will pay for that…”

 

Rex is lithe and flexible though, and the experienced wrestler struggles to shake him off. Max can see Logan’s heavy nut sack shifting between his muscular thighs as he skips on his feet, and he launches a quick snap kick into the 18-year-old’s goody bag.

 

Logan lets out a deep grunt, and he doubles over again. “You nailed both… you little fucker…”

 

Max smiles proudly. “I know… It’s hard to miss such big targets!”

 

Rex tightens his hold on Logan’s neck, and the muscular wrestler starts struggling to draw in air. His eyes bulge out, and he uses both arms to try and pry Rex’s arms away from his windpipe. This leaves his big bulges open again, and Max licks his lips as he rears his foot back another time.

 

Max’s smirk falters, as a sharp pain suddenly explodes from his own groin. He looks down in dismay, and sees Logan’s foot planted between the fork of his legs. The wrestling captain managed to catch both of his still growing, sensitive jewels, and Max’s eyes cross in a funny-looking grimace.

 

“How’s the taste of your own medicine…?” Logan chuckles, followed by a fit of coughs. His own big jewels are still stinging, and the kick made them jostle painfully against his hard thighs.

 

Logan rearranges himself carefully with one hand, before he turns his attention to the young brat on his back.

 

“One down… one more to go…”

 

Logan leans backwards, and to Rex’s big surprise he drops himself on his back. Rex manages to think ‘Oh fuck’ as they’re falling through the air, before Logan lands on top of him, emptying his lungs.

 

Rex wheezes weakly, as he struggles to get out from below the big wrestling jock. “Can’t… breathe… get… off!”

 

Logan only chuckles, and he nurses his finally freed neck. “I thought you liked strangling…? I, for one… am quite comfortable.”

 

“You’ll… regret… this,” Rex manages to squeak out, as he desperately tries to move his trapped limbs. His hands are the only part of his body that’s not stuck, but he’s not strong enough to move the muscular wrestler on top of him.

 

“Am I now?” Logan asks unconvinced, in a mocking tone.

 

This really gets under Rex’s skin, and he’s determined to prove the big wrestler wrong. The young swimmer manages to slide his hand between his own body and Logan’s, and he traces his hand towards Logan’s muscular bubble butt.

 

“You like my big ass?” Logan chuckles cockily, as Rex feels up his butt.

 

“Yes… but I think… I like these better,” Rex fires back, as his fingers reach the heavy goody bag just below Logan’s butt cheeks.

 

Logan yelps surprised, as his big assets gets seized by the small swimmer underneath him. “Fuck…”

 

“Yes!” Rex shouts, unable to hide his excitement as he captures Logan’s right nut, fitting the nut snuggly in his tight grip. Rex surrenders that Logan is smaller than Zach, but the sturdy testicle is heavy and still very enjoyable to clutch in the palm of his hand.

 

Before Rex can get too carried away Logan swings back an elbow and slams it perfectly into Rex’s stomach, caving in his whole abdomen around the evasive muscular elbow. Rex’s eyes bulge, and his nutclaw slackens. Logan frees his ball with a small pop, as he pushes Rex into the mat.

 

“Nah kid, it ain’t going down that way.”

 

“Come on, Rex!” Chase chants at the edge of the mat. “Go get ‘em!”

 

Logan gets up onto all fours and climbs to his feet, spreading Rex’s legs wide open. The vulnerable lad is still holding his stomach, and he tries to remember how to breathe as he grunts: “No…Logan…don’t!”

 

“Sorry kiddo, but I’ve got to finish you off.”

 

Lifting his foot high in the air, Logan moves to bring it down on top of Rex.

 

But Max leaps up, not able to fully stop the blow, he moves in between Rex and Logan’s foot catching it right in the sweet spot. Max’s amber eyes glow and shine as he whimpers, so soon after taking another kick from Logan, and he falls against the wrestling captain.

 

Logan wraps his arms around the moaning teen, as he buries his face in Logan’s pecs.

 

“You… oh god, my nuuuts!”

 

Meanwhile Rex squirms backwards and crawls over towards Chase, who is enthusiastically waving at him and trying to get him to tag him in.

 

“Hurry!”

 

Logan looks up hearing Chase, and looks in on the crawling twin. Logan carefully places Max on the mat, and heads over to Rex. He has not made it to Chase, and the fearful look in Chase’s worried eyes tells a story. Rex peers over his shoulder and gulps, as Logan reaches down and grabs his ankles.

 

“Where are you going?” Logan asks, pulling Rex backwards towards his brother’s prone form.

 

Max is moaning beside him, and Rex casts one last look back at Chase who is so disappointed to not get back in.

 

“Zach!” Logan calls. “Get…up!”

 

Zach is still down holding himself and mumbling into the mat, and he groans: “So sore, man...”

 

“You’ll be a lot worse off if you don’t get back into the match…now!”

 

Zach curses, but he slowly starts to rise and hobbles towards the others.

Logan picks up Max’s ankles, and twists the set of twins’ legs so that they intersect. The beginning of a plan is forming in his mind, as Zach slowly makes his way over.

 

His gate is wide, and he winces on every step, and it’s easy to see why. Zach’s big, bloated ball bag is almost comical in size inside his tight singlet, as he stumbles along cussing under his breath with each step.

 

“I can’t…wait to get Rex back!”

 

“Take your time, Grandpa…I guess we have all day!”

 

Zach narrows his eyes, but says nothing as he finally get to Logan.

 

“Well?”

 

Logan smiles. “We are about to make a wish…” He hands Zach Rex’s ankles, and the two twins stare up at the conspiring older boys.

 

“You just have to pull” Logan explains, as he slowly backs up. Rex and Max’s ankles are looped together, and as Logan moves away, he slides Max’s legs along Rex’s, the inevitable ending is clear. Logan wants to smash the twins’ packages together, and have them bust each other.

 

Zach’s eyes light up, and an evil grin crosses his face.

 

“This is gonna be fun!” Zach says, as he looks down at Rex. “But not for you, or your brother...”

 

Rex tries to shift away or get to Zach, but he’s out of reach.

As Max gets closer, and the space between their legs shrinks, he starts to become really concerned about how bad this is about to suck.

 

Max moans as his plump singlet pouch touches his brothers little lump, and he looks up at Logan in dismay. “You’re not gonna…ohh oh!”

 

“1, 2…3!” Logan and Zach lead the countdown. On three Logan and Zach yank with ferocity, slamming the twin’s scrotums together between their pelvis, forcing their crotches to connect with a horrid squelch!

 

Max sucks in air, as his balls crunch. Over the sound of his own testicles squishing, he can hear his brother Rex groan and curse at Zach. “You… fuck…er!”

 

 

Laughter rings through the air, and this catches Cody’s attention. He’s finally able to stand up, and he shuffles over towards the disastrous move that annihilates the twins’ boyhood.

 

Hanging in mid-air, the twins start to shake and squirm as Zach and Logan pull them back and forth like a Chinese finger trap, squishing the contents of their singlets against each other before moving them apart to only crash their pelvises together again, and again.

 

“Let me take over,” Cody says to Logan. “That’s my wrestling partner, after all.”

 

Logan’s eyes seem far away, as his blue eyes sizzle. The desire to finish Max off, to be the one to bring his ending, is clearly tugging at him. But he relents, when Jayden steps in: “Now that Cody’s here, it’s only fair Logan…”

 

Sighing, Logan reluctantly hands over Max’s ankles, bending down so that only Max can hear. “If you hang on and beat him… it can end with just you and me. You know that I will beat Rex and Chase. Just hang on, little buddy…”

 

Max can only moan, his arms feel like heavy weights as they hang uselessly, his fingers gently caressing the mats while Cody takes over. The confidence is back in his swagger as he grips Max’s ankles, holding on tight as he grins down at the hanging immobile boy.

 

Cody brings up his foot, and winks at Zach. “Give this a try!”

 

Cody pulls Max’s ankles so that he hears the thump of the twins smashing their nuts together, and brings his bare toes up to rub the two snaking, limp cocks against his toes.

 

“We can give them a foot job!” Cody laughs as his toes slip and slide along Max’s plumped up, half-cocked cock.

 

Max moans, but Cody shifts his foot searching for Rex’s pouch.

 

“Where is your brother’s dick? I can’t find it!”

 

Zach laughs, as Rex’s face turns tomato red. “That’s because… it’s really, really small…”

 

“But they are twins!” exclaims Cody, the laughter reaching his eyes as he searches in vain for the hidden little worm.

 

“The two are not identical… everywhere.”

 

“Huh?” Cody ponders. “That’s kinda sad…”

 

 

Chase is pacing along the outside of the mat, while he absentmindedly digs his fingernails into his palms, not even registering the pain along his palms as he creates half-moon shaped indentions in his skin. His friends need his help, and he worriedly flicks his sparkling blue eyes at Jayden, and the two share a worried expression.

 

Max and Rex have become not just Chase’s friends, but that of his boyfriend as well. Neither of them wants to see them owned so thoroughly, unless it was them doing it… Besides, they don’t make fun of Rex’s immature equipment… most of the time.

 

Clearing his throat, Chase tries to distract the Johnson cousins.

 

“I guess you two needed Logan to win… couldn’t do so on your own. So… Zach, after you make Rex cum… you are going to tag in Logan, right? Too scared to face someone your own size… Pffft!”

 

Chase purposely turns his back and looks over at Jayden.  “Can you believe this? How pathetic can you be?!”

 

Zach stops tugging Rex’s ankles, and the boy breathes out a small sigh of relief from the small reprieve. He glances across the mat towards Chase, who is not even looking at him.

 

“Next time I agree to a tag-team match Jayden, I am going to make sure that I don’t wrestle against any yellow-bellied, scaredy-cat cowards like Zach,” Chase loudly boasts, slapping his thigh for added emphasis.

 

Jayden suppresses a giggle, and tries to hide it with a cough. But he plays along with Chase, and laughs openly after faking another cough. Jayden may be wearing the referee shirt, but he already has the teams that he wants to win.

 

Zach is fuming, and he drops Rex to the ground. The young swimmer quickly curls into the fetal position, finding his nuggets and giving the pair a gentle caress.

 

Zach pays him no attention, but Cody, who’s still toying with his opponent, groans openly. “Zach, we were getting so close to finishing them! You can face Chase after!” Cody explains, reasonably.

 

Zach ignores him and drags Rex by the back of his singlet across the mat, bringing him close enough for Chase to tag in his partner. He’s angrier than he’s been in a long time, as Chase cackles with a “Buck, buck, bucket!”, imitating a chicken rather obscenely.

 

“Tag in, Chase!” Zach growls, his eyes are cold and narrowed in. Only a sliver of blue is visible as he glares at Chase.

 

Chase taps Rex with one toe and steps onto the mat as Zach shove Rex off the mat and onto the grass, just where Chase was standing.

 

“You seem mad… I figured you would have been scared. Ready to prove that you are a big boy?” Chase asks in a mocking tone. He snaps his singlet straps at his pecs, looking positively delighted at how mad he’s made Zach.

 

Cody overhears the taunt from across the mat, after dragging Max back to his own side on his chest, tapping his nuts with a little kick every few feet. The blonde jock calls out to Zach: “Show him how a Johnson does it!”

 

“Yeah, Zach… show me what you’ve got!” Chase says, groping himself in front of the frat boy. Chase finishes by clucking his tongue, and waving his arms as if he were a bird.

 

“The quickest exit to run away is through the gate on your left. Just tuck your tail between your legs, as you run… wouldn’t want you tripping over that thing of yours…” Chase jokes, pointing down at Zach’s rather obvious appendage.

 

Zach shifts uncomfortably, and readjusts the ample bulge inside his tight singlet. “You’re just jealous…” he says, as he tugs at the tip of his big, sleeping anaconda.

 

Chase blushes slightly, and he frowns. “You think I’m jealous… of you?”

 

Zach chuckles, as he gets some of his swagger back, noticing Chase’s insecurities. He flexes his muscles, showing off his massive biceps, and gives his younger opponent a wink.

 

“I’m stronger than you…” Zach reaches down towards his pouch again, and cups his fleshy melons with both hands, highlighting their immense size. “… and much bigger than you.”

 

Chase cups his own considerable bulge defensively, and shakes his head dismissively. “I’m… big!” Chase snarls, with an unflinching gaze.

 

“Okay then… let’s compare!” Zach grins. “Your boyfriend can be the judge.”

 

Jayden lights up, a sly smile spreading across his face. He turns towards Chase, and gives him a cunning wink. “Well, I guess I’m the ref… That sounds reasonable”.

 

Chase is unsure what to make of his boyfriend’s expression, but he decides to play along: “Alright… let’s do this, then.”

 

Jayden motions for the two combatants to stand in front of him. “Get those fat suckers out…” The young referee smiles, looking like Christmas has arrived early this year.

 

Zach is quick to oblige, and he reaches inside his singlet and pulls out his heavy pair through the leg opening.

 

“Is this really necessary? I think it’s quite obvious… we can spare your boyfriend the embarrassment.”

 

Chase shoots daggers at him, before he follows hesitantly. His young pair is nothing to be ashamed of though, and his still growing testicles are weighing down his pouch impressively.

 

Jayden smiles at the two pairs of bulging ballsacks dangling in front of him, and he crouches down in front of Chase and Zach. He rubs his hands with a mischievous grin, before he wraps his hands around both scrotums, taking one big sack of nuts in each hand.

 

“You’re both big boys,” Jayden says in a serious tone, trying to appear professional. He rolls the fleshy organs between his fingers, weighing them carefully inside each hand. Especially Zach’s left nut seems bloated, and the big testicle is threatening to slip out of his hold. Jayden gives it a tentative squeeze, securing his handhold on the sensitive organ.

 

“Careful…” Zach says in a threating tone, giving the ref a serious glare.

 

Jayden’s eyes twinkles, but he tries to remain professional. “This is a close call…” he says, tightening his grip. “… I’ll need to do a more thorough investigation.”

 

Zach gasp, as his most valuable assets gets squeezed. “Stop… messing around.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry… just need to be completely certain,” Jayden smiles up at him. “You’re a big guy, I bet you can handle it…”

 

Zach frowns down at the young referee in front of him, and unsuccessfully tries to hide a grimace. “Now… just say it, we all know who’s bigger.”

 

Jayden knows that Zach’s mighty pair is considerably bigger than his boyfriends still-growing jewels, but he enjoys dragging this contest out. After a short assessment pause, he young referee reluctantly admits: “Well, I guess you’re slightly bigger…”

 

Zach only chuckles, and he smirks towards Chase. “You wanna compare other parts as well?” The muscular frat boy fondles his sleeping serpent lovingly through his singlet, and gives it another teasing tug.

 

Jayden lights up at the proposition, but Chase’s eyes only narrow in an angry snare.

 

The young referee let go of Zach’s heavy sack, and he reaches for the thick hose snaking itself down the 20-year-old’s muscular thighs. His lithe fingers caress the meaty hose tentatively, and he smiles lustfully. “I’ll be the judge… no problem…”

 

“Steady now, cowboy…” Zach chuckles down at the overzealous boy. His big member twitches slightly from the sudden attention, as it slowly starts to grow.

 

Chase watches his opponent’s massive schlong in dismay, and he shakes his head. “No way… You’re a… freak.”

 

“That’s what I thought…” Zach says, smugly. “You’ve got a big mouth… It’s just a shame that the rest of your body can’t match it…”

 

Chase’s face is beet red, and there’s no sign of his usual Cheshire cat grin. He clenches his fists tightly, as he looks murderous into his opponent’s confident smirk.

 

Zach’s heavy pair is hanging provocatively in front of him, but Chase can’t help but notice how bruised they look. He knows that Zach has taken some mean hits to his vulnerable assets, and he’s got to take advantage of that.

 

“My big balls are still tougher than your pathetic ‘glass balls’…” Chase fires back, angrily. “I bet you’re too scared to put your balls on the line… Roshambo, one vs. one, first one to go down. I’ll even give you the first hit…”

 

“I will take you up on that offer! Spread them thighs, Chase!”

 

Chase shrugs, moving his legs slightly apart and crosses his arms over his chest.

 

WHAM!

 

Zach’s foot swings up, as he buries it deep into the fork between Chase’s legs ending the conversation.

 

The crunch of his own balls makes Chase gag as the pair hits his pelvis, and he drops to his knees gasping.

 

“You already lost?” Zach laughs, grabbing him by the hairs and lifting him up to standing once again. Chase winces as Zach yanks his head back and he reaches up to free himself as Zach swings his thigh in-between Chase’s legs telling him: “Make a wish! I’m about to crack some eggs!”

 

“Ugggggggggggghhhhhhhh!”

 

Chase groans and falls back on the mat grabbing his nuts, looking green in the face.

 

Jayden covers his own nuts and wince.

 

“Chase?” Jayden asks, worriedly. “Knees are Chase’s worst hits to take”.

 

Zach brushes this fact aside and lowers himself so that he can look more easily into Chase’s wincing eyes.

 

“Maybe you should have paid more attention to the rules. To win at Roshambo you have to remain standing,” Zach informs him chuckling. “You really aren’t much of a fighter, are you?”

 

Chase tries to say something smart, but his big balls... they ache.

 

“You…my big balls…my….oh goddamn it….”

 

Zach gives a great big belly laugh. “And here I thought that you were here to save the day… or something.”

 

“I’m sure that he regrets that ‘free shot,’” Logan says, shaking his head.

 

“I bet!” Zach walks over to Logan, proudly still standing and not needing the tag, but feeling like giving Logan a shot at Chase.

 

“Your turn.”

 

Logan slaps his hand, stepping in but telling Zach: “Hold him up for me, will you?”

 

“Sure thing!”

 

Jayden covers his eyes as Zach grabs Chase’s wrists and hauls him up to his feet.

 

 “This is going to be bad…” Jayden mumbles into his palm.

 

Logan gets right up to Chase and cocks a grin, shaking his head. “Good, you’re half-way to an erection… that will help quicken the end.”

 

Chase moans, and shakes his head. “You… wouldn’t.”

 

“Not my choice,” Logan chuckles as he taps Chase’s nutbag, each small thump making him grimace as his thighs recoil to try to protect his balls.

 

Logan only shakes his head as he rears back his thigh looking Chase dead in the eye, and swings his foot forward. Chase’s eyes widen, and at the last moment he twists his body as Logan’s foot sails up and into Zach’s crotch instead. The muscular frat boy freezes, as Logan’s foot slams home nailing him dead to the rights. Zach moans once and crumples to the mat, rolling off into the grass on his respective side as Logan looks after him saying; “Oh shit man, I didn’t mean to!”

 

As Logan is checking in on Zach, Chase comes around from behind, eyes locked in on the big bulge between the wrestling captain’s thighs. The bulge shifts slightly as Chase swings his foot up from behind, smashing his toes first into Logan’s nutbag.

 

“OOOOooooo low….blow…”

 

Logan grabs himself, as Chase pushes him over before grabbing his still aching manhood and turns to look over at Max.

 

What he sees immediately has him concerned.

 

Max is on his belly, face buried into the mat as Cody gently kicks his balls as he holds up his legs, alternating between hitting his ballsack or rubbing his knob before going in for another kick. Max is pounding at the mat with his fist, and he looks ready to give up the fight at any moment from spewing the load that must be sizzling in his swelling growing testicles.

 

Max shudders and moans a constant stream of “My nuts, my nuts…oh shit…ughhh….ugh…ughhhh…oh no….fu….fuck…mu nuuuuts!” coming from him.

 

Thinking quickly, Chase grabs Logan by the back of his singlet. With all the strength he has, Chase hauls Logan to his feet and shoves him as hard as he can towards Cody.

 

Cody is grinning, saying: “Got your nuts! Got em again! Still hard? Ready to…!” as Logan slams into his side, and he yelps falling over with Logan landing on top of him.

 

“My bad!” Chase says thumping his forehead as Max curls into the fetal position grabbing his throbbing nuts.

 

Chase looks down at the miserable boy, and sees how much Cody has been working him over. Max’s cock strains the singlet pouch, poking out the head pressed against the material that Chase can see the quivering erection straining against the thin material. Max’s couch is wet around the tip from pre-cum, and Max’s amber eyes are flooded with pain but also a deep desire to cum.

 

“Hang in there buddy,” Chase tells him as he marches over to Logan, scooping him up once again and shoving him away and back to their side. Keeping his eyes on Logan, he manages to sneak his foot in between Cody’s legs and stomp down on the bulging ballsack, feeling both wily fat nuggets squish under his foot.

 

Chase tries not to smile at his ‘mistake’ as he says: “Ooops! My bad. You should really be more careful with those suckers…now you have my foot print on them! Ha!”

 

Cody howls, and it’s music to Chase’s ears. This earns Max up to a minute to try and muster himself for one last attempt. It’s all he can do, and Chase hopes that the stomp was enough.

 

“You dirty…cheater, Chase!” Cody yells as Chase stomps away toward Logan. He grabs his sore balls, and glares at Chase’s retreating back before falling back to gently cradle his pride and joy. Today is not turning out the way he thought it would. He imagined a fun time with Zach…not this.

 

Cody still has some time to nurse his balls. Max is pretty done, he just has to give up his load…the stubborn brat!

 

He looks out towards Max, his eyes are closed and he is holding his privates just like Cody is, this whole thing seems ridiculous now. How dumb were they?

 

Whatever, Cody gets on his hands and knees. He is not backing out now, he has a job to finish.

 

Max hears him coming, and turns his head blinking back, a piece of hair has fallen into his amber eyes, as he casts his gaze all the way up Cody’s tall muscular flank.

 

He gulps and tries to get up, but Cody beats him to it grabbing him and forcibly carrying Max up into the air, spotting a nearby tree near the pool with a hook hanging off of it. Cody gets a wicked idea, and puts Max over one shoulder. The kid beats at his backside, but Cody ignores him until he gets to the spot and lifts Max one more time before positioning him over the hook and letting go.

 

Max looks down ready for the fall but he stops moving halfway down, the back of his underwear catching and he hangs stupidly in a wedgie, his singlet pulled tight between his asscheeks looking dumbfounded. He gulps, as he sags into the wedgie and it slices up between his cheeks. He grabs the hook trying to pull himself off, but Cody punches him right in the belly and Max’s air whooshes out of him as he grabs his middle, eyes poking out. Max groans and Cody knows that he finally has him.

 

“Now…don’t go anywhere!” Cody says as he grabs some nearby rope and binds his ankles, and then his wrists behind his back. This takes less time than he thinks, and Max stares at him angrily. He fights him the whole time but once the knots are in place, Max knows that he’s done for.

 

A hand gently prods his member that sticks straight out, rather than up, and Max grits his teeth. He refuses to cum for Cody.

 

Cody knows that it’s only a matter of time now. He pokes the bulge and Max looks murderous: “When I get down I will—aaack!”

 

SLAP!

 

Cody’s backhand stings as he hits Max’s bulge. The boy’s testicles rest below at the base of his pouch, and if his fingers prickle, Cody can only imagine how Max’s balls must feel.

 

Max winces but shakes his head. “You…have to do better than…that!”

 

Cody’s eyebrows go up and he shrugs his shoulders and grabs Max’s nuts giving the nutbag a warning squeeze.

 

“You should really think hard before you speak…I have your balls. In my hand. See?” Cody says squeezing Max’s nuts together for added emphasis until Max’s nuts bulge between his fingers.

 

“My brother…does it better than you!” Max says and coughs, fiddling with the ropes behind his back. He won’t give up.

 

Cody is still squeezing Max, when he takes his free hand and starts plunging in his index finger at each spot where Max’s testicle meat bulges out between his fingers. Cody is trying to keep both of Max’s nuts fully within his nutclaw and this poking Max’s nuts in place only seems to make the other parts of his nuts squish out between another finger. Each poke earns Cody a yip or a yelp from the boy, as Max starts to sweat. He is breathing faster as Cody torments his captured balls.

 

Max moans at every poke or squeeze, as he hangs immobile and vulnerable bound above the ground. It does not take long before Max is leaking again and this does not go unnoticed as Cody grabs Max’s erection in his hand. It feels weird to grab another guy’s cock, especially when it’s hard as a rock. But Max sighs as he squeezes the head and Cody realizes that this is all he needed to do all along.

 

“I’m going to milk you now buddy,” Cody tells him rubbing along the swimmer’s shaft. Memories of how he pleases himself guide him, and Max moans just like he does when he runs his fingers up and down the quivering shaft. He can surprisingly feel Max’s pronounced veins, and feel the member throb as he pumps him up and down. It’s amazing that Max is so into this…then again it’s not like Cody is giving him a choice. He has his balls. Cody gives the trapped testicles a squeeze.

 

Max moans again, but his voice is different this time. Cody recognizes the deep yearning in him. He picks up the pace, his hand starting to get into a good rhythm as he pumps Max’s cock. Cody tightens his grip. When he does this, he runs his thumb over Max’s cock entrance, and Max’s amber eyes find his. They were closed before but Max is shuddering now, groaning into the rhythmic movements of his fist.

 

“You…have to stop…” Max pleads, he licks his lips. They feel dry, so does his throat and he can’t stop breathing so quick as his heart hammers in his chest. He’s so hard that it hurts. Another spasm racks him, and Max barely prevents himself from cumming. He searches the combatants and spots Rex. Rex is focused on his twin and Max says Rex’s name.

 

“Rex…”

 

“Can’t help you buddy. It’s only me here. You are getting closer. I can feel it. Just let it go, little guy…”

 

“No!” Max interrupts closing his eyes as his cock throbs. “I…won’t…you can’t…I…”

 

Max’s amber eyes flitter open, his dark lashes blinking as he moans, lost in the feelings coursing through him. Max grits his teeth, his fingers desperately digging at the same knot that he has been trying to undue for the past few minutes. The ropes gathered around his wrists are just starting to slacken as his cock grows unbelievably harder in his singlet, straining the material even more as Cody stops squishing his balls but instead brushes the tips along the bottom. The quick tickling of his balls, along his wrinkled tight ballsack pushes him over the edge and Max feels it coming as his toes curl in his shoes.

 

He is going to cum.

 

Max shakes his head, and tries to plead once more but only a grunt comes from between his parted lips.

 

Max shudders, his body wracked with trembling energy as his rigid stiffy twists in Cody’s grip and he spews the first shot firing it inside his singlet.

 

“Noooo!”

 

Max yells, the ropes dig into him as he struggles, as seven more pulsing blasts shoot from his erection each one drenching his singlet a bit more as white semen slips from the material and drips into the grass below him. Max is still coming, as his head falls in shame hanging down as he watches his hardened knob being polished by Cody as three more quick quirts come out.

 

“There you go! You squirted it all out…good boy!” chuckles Cody as he meanly grabs Max’s churning balls and gives him a long mean squeeze. A few drops more fall out, but some still stick to the material of the singlet.

 

“Now… just to show that you should stay in your own lane…” Cody rears back and uppercuts Max right in his drained testicles, hitting him so hard that they make wet splattering sounds in his singlet.

 

Max gasps, his amber eyes staring forward in utter horror as Cody laughs and slaps his face, turning away from him and leaving him to hang from the tree in his soaked singlet in a hanging wedgie.

 

Cody whistles as he walks, his swagger is back as he comes towards the mat hoping to see Zach too finishing the other twin. It’s only right for both twins to lose, thinks Cody.

 

When Cody gets there he realizes that he has missed a lot and he struggles to put together what he has missed since finishing Max. He smiles over his shoulder, seeing Max still hanging from that tree where he left him.

 

Turning his full attention back to his cousin’s match, Cody squints as he takes in the calamity that is occurring, and he is dismayed to see that Chase is still ruling the ring. Zach and Logan are on their stomachs, as Chase punts Logan between the legs while he holds up one of Logan’s ankles, and the same for Zach. Chase punts another foot into Zach’s bulge earning him a howl of pain from Cody’s older cousin.

 

Cody winces and grabs his own bulge in sympathy.

 

Chase looks over his shoulder at Cody, and his smile falters as he looks back at Max hanging in the tree, evidently clear on who has won.

 

“Asshole, get him down!” Chase demands and kicks Zach again in emphasis, causing him to scream.

 

Shaking his head, Cody says: “I don’t think so. He can hang there for another while...”

 

Sighing Chase turns to him and drops the ankles of Logan and Zach as he takes a purposeful step toward him and gets right up into Cody’s face. Cody stares down at Chase, and looks unimpressed until Chase powers his thigh between his muscular legs.

 

Cody coughs hoarsely and goes to drop down to the ground, but Chase keeps his thigh firmly in place. “Get.” Chase bounces his knee. “My.” Chase bounces his knee again. “Friend.” Bounce, this time it’s higher, and Cody lands splattering his nuggets on Chase’s firm swimmers thigh. “Friend.” Chase rears back his legs and hits Cody once more as he screams “Down!” into his face.

 

Cody staggers back and falls to his knees, prone in front of Chase.

 

“Okay…”

 

Cody croaks out the word, and Chase looks satisfied as he turns back to his own match seeing that the one that was tagged out has crawled over to his own side and is on his side holding his privates in agony.

 

Logan is breathing hard but on his feet. He looks worse for wear, but determined.

 

Chase’s eyebrows go up a notch and he say: “I am surprised to find you upright.”

 

“Never turn your back on me, we are not done yet” Logan says grimly.

 

“No…we are not.”

 

Rushing forward, Chase is not a wrestler but he’s learned some more along the way from his boyfriend Jayden, and most importantly Logan is holding his crotch with one hand gently rolling and tugging on his nutsack. Chase plans on using that to his advantage as he rolls his shoulders and shoots forward coming in and rushing in with a schoolboy grab around Logan’s middle pulling him up off of his feet to slam him on the mat below. At least, that’s what Chase tried to do. Chase yanks and pulls, but Logan has his feet firmly planted on the mat and his extra size and bulk keep his feet firmly and stubbornly on the mat.

 

“Huh?”

 

Chase steps back to reassess his options as he scratches his head, but the moment that he does Logan takes his arm, spinning Chase around so that he faces his boyfriend Jayden and Rex, who has mostly recovered by now. Logan works both of Chase’s arms up, one over the shoulder, the other from below, and he forces Chase in a backwards bow as he pulls and teases Chase’s arms stretching his muscles.

 

“Ahhh….ah!” Chase grimaces as he is forced to look up into the sky as Logan works him over until he pressure him firmly into the mat.

 

“He’s in trouble,” Jayden whispers.

 

Rex agrees and he looks for anything to distract Logan, and spots Cody trying to get his twin brother down, meanly pinching his nuts causing Max to howl.

 

“Logan look!” Rex says indignantly, “Cody already won and he is manhandling my brother, come on!”

 

Rex crosses his arms and turns away, but Jayden catches on and clears his throat catching Logan’s attention.

 

“He already came…he was supposed to be getting Max down from the tree…” Jayden sighs.

 

Logan turns to look at his partner, to urge Zach to do something about it, but sees that Zach is not going anywhere.

 

Tutting to himself Logan releases Chase, patting him on the chest. “Be right back.”

 

Logan strolls over to Max who is moaning as Cody pulls on his sorry ballbag. Logan’s anger flares, bright red and hot as he swings an uppercut between Cody’s legs so hard that he knocks Cody flat on his face.

 

“You okay?” Logan asks.

 

Cody groans: “No…!”

 

“Wasn’t asking you, doofus…”

 

Logan lifts Max easily off of his perch and cradles him in his arms, holding him close to his chest. Max’s heartbeat goes wild and he fights a groan as Logan gently prods his ultrasensitive organs with his fingers.

 

“Oooooo,” Max moans.

 

“You put up a fight that he will remember,” Logan says to Max.

 

“I…tried….” Max’s shoulders slump but Logan cups his face looking deep into his hazel eyes.

 

“That you did, little buddy. You did…aaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCK!”

 

From behind Logan Chase hammers an uppercut up, just like Logan did to Cody moments ago. He falls to his knees blinking, and lowers Max to the grass as the teen still holds Logan’s gaze, wincing from the recent blow to his manhood.

 

“Oh…fuck!” Logan blinks and sneers, the pain just starting to catch-up to him. His brow is creased, and a trickle of sweat falls onto Max’s chest. Max touches it, rubbing it against his smooth skin.

 

“Did you have to do that?” Max asks, rather angrily.

 

“Yes, I have a match to win.”

 

Chase drags Logan back to the mat, yanking on his singlet and forcing him to roll and thump along the grass until Chase gets him to the dead center. Zach is sitting up now, bleary eyed and watching as Chase rolls Logan onto his back and sits on his thighs feasting his eyes on the bulge in Logan’s singlet. Chase reaches out and tags Rex.

 

“C’mon…we got this.”

 

Rex does not need to be told twice but comes in quick and grabs Logan’s arms pulling them, and preventing him from getting in the way of Chase finishing him.

 

Chase grins, his dazzling blue eyes lighting up as he grabs Logan’s singlet and start to tear it open down the middle, watching as Logan’s underwear springs into full view, Rex practically in gushes at the very sight.

 

“Oh man, Chase…how are you going to do this?” Rex asks, sitting down and scooching over until he lays Logan’s head in his lap. He drapes his legs over Logan’s chest holding him firmly in place, as his big toes traces small semi-circles around Logan’s navel scraping the skin with his toenails.

 

“No Rex, it’s its ‘How are we going to do this?’ First, we are going to win, and I think I would like to do so by getting Logan warmed up,” Chase lowers himself down between Logan’s legs.

 

Logan’s blue eyes widen as Chase sticks out his tongue and licks the bulge right where Logan’s dickhead is hidden in his underwear.

 

“Chase!” Logan threatens but Chase does not bother to look up, as he takes another lick but seems unsatisfied.

 

Slowly Chase rolls down Logan’s underwear until his genitals are on full display, and he meets Logan’s gaze defiantly as he lowers his head, taking a big sniff with his nose and takes Logan’s cockhead between his lips, running his tongue along the underside.

 

Logan grunts at the wetness and warmth of Chase’s mouth as he sucks the head, his tongue testing and tasting the full crown as he moans with Logan starting to plump up and his sprout lengthens, and Chase has to pull back a bit as Logan’s erection grows steadily from his mouth.

 

“Spit…me out” Logan demands, his breath coming faster now as he struggles against Rex’s hold, but stops as Chase sucks him down, this time all the way down. Inch-by-inch Chase lowers his head until his nose is pressed into Logan’s pubes, and he pauses letting his mouth adjust to Logan’s fullness filling his throat.

 

“Wow,” Rex says, as he racks his toes back up until they find and pinch Logan’s perk nipples, and Logan writhes beneath them.

 

“Hold…h..him…st..still,” Chase mumbles as he starts to bob his head, taking Logan in and out of his mouth as his lips constrict on the tip before he plunges back down. Chase is getting lost in the moment, something he has wanted to do for a very long time. His hands roam over Logan’s waist before each hand lowers until they grasp a ball in Logan’s sweaty ballsack, and squeezes its findings as his mouth speeds up. He is not sure how long Logan can put off not cumming, but he plans on making him as soon as possible. Logan is not one to underestimate.

 

“I…I’m trying, but he’s…so strong!” Rex says as Logan tries to sit up, and as he does he takes Rex up with him. When he drops his head back it lands with a “THUD!”, knocking Rex’s small balls into his pelvis with two horrid splats. Rex’s amber eyes go wide, and he falls away releasing Logan’s arms to grab himself and stumble back to their side landing on his butt.

 

“Shiiit…my nuts!” Rex complains.

 

Logan’s hands wrap around Chase’s throat and squeeze. The feeling is almost too much and Logan almost explodes, but he pulls back enough to take his cock out of Chase’s mouth, the blow job ending with a wet pop as his cock bumps against Chase’s cheek as he pulls it back.

 

“Oh no…you don’t!” Chase yells and squishes Logan’s nuts in his hands as hard as he can.

 

Logan can’t stop himself falling back and screaming.

 

Chase’s blue eyes are like ice chips and they narrow in on Logan’s screams as he gives each nut a wicked pointed twist and yank.

 

Logan’s eyes roll back, and at that very moment it looks like Chase might have won.

 

Logan sits up fast and crashes his skull into Chase’s, sending him sprawling back to the mat where both titans lay still, dazed and weary on the mat.

 

Rex is prowling his side again, wanting to be tagged back in.

 

Opposite him Zach is the same way, finally on his feet and encouraging Logan to “tag him.

 

“Don’t give up Chase, I am here!” Rex says reaching out again, wanting to get back in.

 

Both Logan and Chase are breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in quick succession. The strum of the moment takes over and Chase blinks and coughs, pinching his nose.

 

“I almost had you.”

 

Logan can’t muster the energy to speak as he pulls up his underwear, tucking his achingly hard erection back into place.

 

“You… most certainly did.”

 

As both combatants’ crawls towards the sidelines, eager to tag in their respective team-mates, they hear a loud “SPLASH!” from across the garden.

 

 

Cody has seemingly decided to “cool down” in the big pool, giving his stinging nutsack some long awaited relief in the cold water. He coos softly as he cradles his meaty melons between his fingers, rolling them carefully.

 

The muscular 18-year-old appears to be in his own world, and he doesn’t seem to notice his beaten opponent approaching the water from the side.

 

Cody chuckles as he slightly tugs at his mighty hose, and says lowly: “Later, buddy… Tonight…”

 

Max catches his opponent’s smug expression as he seems to be fondling his proud assets, and the young swimmer feels his blood starting to boil. “Not on my watch…”

 

Max is like a fish under water, and he gently lowers himself into the cold water. He takes a deep breath, before he stealthily descends below the surface. The water is completely clear in the bright summer sunshine, and the young swimmer has no problem orientating himself. He quickly makes his way towards a pair of massive legs, standing spread eagled on the pool floor. His eyes zoom in on a well-defined pair of glutes, and he can’t help but admire the impressive anatomy of its owner.

 

Below the muscular set of butt cheeks hangs a pair of orange-sized testicles, weighing down a beautiful, clean-shaven sack. The young swimmer licks his lips as his eyes zoom in on the forbidden fruits, slightly swaying in the water as he stealthily approaches them with grim determination.

 

Cody feels a sudden shift of cold water from behind him, but pays it no mind as he looks across the garden towards the others. He spots Logan tagging in his cousin, while Chase seems to be doing the same with Rex.

 

“Go on cuz! Finish him!” Cody bellows, and pounds his chest demonstratively.

 

He can’t see Max anywhere though. “Where’s that little…”

 

Another shift of cold water hits his ankles, as Cody suddenly feels something cold wrap around his meaty melons, followed by a sharp tug to his sack. The muscular jock bends over in response, and to his bewilderment he spots a pair of bony fingers grabbing hold of his vulnerable assets in a vice-like grip from behind.

 

“Wha…” he starts confused, before another sharp tug brings him down below the surface.

 

A flow of bubbles can be seen from the surface, as Cody’s yell of surprise gets muted by the water.

 

Max smiles mischievously as he yanks the trapped sack backwards between Cody’s muscular thighs, out of his reach. He gives the heavy sack a nasty twist, before he tugs it upwards towards the surface.

 

Cody heaves for air as he is forcefully dragged above the surface by his own testicles, and Max leans in on him from behind, water dripping down from his wet hair. The rivulets rush down as Max stands up glowing with pride, as he grapples the caught scrotum in his hands, a glint of triumph in his amber eyes.

 

“I have you now, big boy… This time, I won’t let go…”

 

The splashing in the pool does not go unnoticed by Jayden, and he beams at Max getting the upper hand. He goes to comment but Zach strolls across the ring, a look of deadly determination on his face as he towers over Rex. Rex goes to dart away, but Zach catches his foot. Rex tries not to fall over, his arms pinwheel around as he wobbles.

 

“Wow…” Rex leans back, his chest towards the sky, but one yank of his leg and Rex falters and drops like a sack of potatoes to the mat. Landing with a grunt Rex spins around, but Zach is already grabbing his other ankle and spreading his legs apart like a knife through butter. Rex moves to cover his bulge and catches Zach’s foot just in time as he drops it down. Rex’s muscles scream in protest as Zach uses his leverage and strength to press the invading foot further down until the sole of his foot just brushes Rex’s little package like a paint brush meeting a canvas with a gentle, tentative stroke. A single drop of sweat rolls down his temple, and Rex looks up with a gulp.

 

“You…wouldn’t.”

 

Zach’s foot sinks a bit further, barely half an inch but his whole foot now fills the cavity in Rex’s leg. Every part of his bulge is being touched by the large and commanding presence of Zach’s foot.

 

“I would…” Zach forces his foot down lower until Rex’s small bump is forced to spread and flatten against his pelvis. Zach holds his foot there grinning at the concern and worry that he finds on Rex’s face as he stares at the offending foot. “Ready?” he asks, voice lowered so that just the two of them can hear.

 

“…” Rex sucks in a breath, his heart pounds furiously in his chest. He was going to speak but lost his words as Zach rubs his foot up to his navel, rolling his orbs and cock upwards and then back, but not before his big toe digs into the divot in his navel. Rex bites his lip, a groan of protest coming from him as he blinks and Zach rubs a slow semi-circle tracing of his belly button and presses it with the nail of his big toe a gurgle of mirth coming to his lips and his cock betrays his and slowly hardens underneath.

 

“Hey look, I can feel your nail. You getting a stiffy on me?”

 

“No!” croaks Rex, as he moans. Zach rubs it a bit, feeling the teen starting to thicken to his fullest and plumpest. It’s not much bigger than his thumb but he knows that he has Rex now.

 

Rex’s eyes roll back, as Zach grabs his cock in between his toes, stretching it back as he explores the head as he slowly squeezes it between his two biggest toes. Rex is already wetting the tip and Zach uses that to slip his toes along the outer ridge of the head, feeling a pulse there as he snaps the cock back until it slaps against Rex’s abdomen.

 

“Oh….shit…Zach…don’t…”

 

“Do this?” Zach teases and presses the heel flat against Rex’s marbles until they squish underneath.

 

“Ahhhhhhh!” Rex hollers, head back. But Zach is already letting up and grabs his cock again with his toes, and jacks it up and down gripping the head firmly. Rex pauses, the sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelming him. He moans again, and tries to fight the feeling brewing in his crotch and grabs Zach’s foot trying to lift it, but his muscles are not really in the fight. His hardened spike deserves all the attention, and his clenching stomach muscles do a backflip as Zach releases him again and it smacks against his pubis.

 

Rex grunts and Zach grabs his stiffness again, his toes feeling the little head and squishing it between his toes, jacking him off sloppily. His technique is not perfect but it’s devastating non-the-less as his sole bumps and jostles his balls, each horrid knock sends another jolt of pain through Rex and he pounds at the mat ignoring the calls from Chase to “Reach back, tag me in!”

 

Blinking back the offending sunlight, Rex gets one moment of clarity and turns to Chase’s voice his arm swinging backwards the arc of his fingers swing towards Chase and the pair look destined to meet, but at the last moment Zach pulls Rex back swinging him fully around to his corner where Logan sits camped, his torn singlet practically falling off of him and he grabs Rex’s hands pinning them above his head in a defeating, definitive strike leaving Rex with no way to escape.

 

“No!” Chase calls out, his desperation in his scream for Rex to get free.

 

The shadow of Chase falls across Rex, and he gulps as Zach takes him again between his toes, they itch up to meet his throbbing head and shoot back down his small stalk, and repeat. Rex is breathing hard, the inevitable in each intake of air as Zach peppers him with small but quick flexes of his foot ball-tapping his nutbag in time to his jerking descending downward thrusts with his toe grip. His toes are sweating, which only adds to the unbelievably slick friction as he pumps Rex bringing him closer to the last stage of his building orgasm.

 

“Guys…” Rex croaks, desperate now for them to stop. Logan traces one long nail of his thump along the inside of Rex’s wrist, and down his arm and double backs as Rex huffs and hurried breath makes his chest rises and falls with an increased and hurried pace.

 

“Yes, buddy? You gonna make the faucet turn on for us?” Logan asks.

 

“More like a leak in a small rusty pipe, right Rex?” Zach jokes, his jerking toes only speeding up with the trembling, throbs of Rex’s aching cock.

 

“You…can’t…I….uh….uhhhh…uhhhh!”

 

Rex throws his head back, his pelvis thrusting up to meet Zach’s hurried clenching grip around his busy dripping cockhead, each jerk up brings a bit more clear liquid squirting out and Rex’s body trembles. He still fights to get freed his body rolling like a wave as he pulls at Logan’s hands, and his feet kick out in Zach’s hard-gripping hands, which is utterly useless but the fight not dying out of him as he gets closer.

 

“I won’t!” Rex promises but Zach stomps him fully now, his heel digging hard into the two pebbles and crushing them fully against the mat in one powerful drive, dousing the fire burning within Rex as he falls back flat against the mat blinking dazedly. Zach emphasizes the strike southward with his heel digging deep into Rex’s scrotum sending his spreading his nuts into rolled out pieces of dough underneath the growing plunging pressure.

 

“Uggggggghhhhhhh noo! My ba….ballls!”

 

Chase winces, they’ve got his friend…

 

Prowling his side of the ring, Chase is forced to look on as Zach and Logan put the finishing moves on Rex, the boys scream sets the hairs on the back of his neck on end and he itches to get in there to get to Rex. He was so close with Logan before, he can’t let it end like this. The two on one would certainly mean he would fail, and Chase does not want that to happen.

 

“Don’t give up, Rex. You can still…do this!” His words sound hollow, even to himself.

 

Jayden grimaces behind him, and he mutters: “Rex is so screwed.”

 

In the water Cody is like a dying fish, flailing along the edge as Max presses him against it, keeping his hands right in his sweet spot. With a big splash, Cody ducks underwater and comes up with such a splash that it wets Rex, Logan, and Zach who all turn to the dying animal sound coming from Cody’s throat. Cody’s hips rock against the edge and his inward gaze as he stares at his own nose, while his bottom lip trembles and he screams again “Baaaaaaaawwwls!”

 

 

“Isn’t their match over?” Logan asks, wiping his face from the offending chlorinated pool water.

 

The water acts as a refresher to Rex, bringing him slightly out of his orgasmic state enough to take a full breath before Zach let’s his cock smack against his bare pelvis and he jerks upwards, his cockhead fully flared and trembling. Rex looks at it unbelievably as it pulses against his skin, hot and red. Biting his lip, Rex tries to distract his mind but his loins pulse as Zach takes him again in his toe grasp, and Zach notices the difference. Zach looks at Rex as his eyes widen, an animalistic urge running through him, and he knows that he is finally ready to submit.

 

Zach tightens his grip and holds Rex’s captive head between his toes, and Rex feels nothing but the warmth and ecstatic carnal explosions detonating across his spine, inside his body, and enveloping him completely. It was pleasure, shooting out all other sensations, his ache in his lower scrotum quietly ignored as a dreamy look crosses over Rex’s face and the impending eruption that was now irretrievably underway could not be paused or halted.

 

Rex feels his hips buck and bounce off the mat, his ass muscles clenching and his head carelessly banging off the mat, but he barely notices it as he’s slumped against it.

 

“I…bro…I am….here I…fuuuck…I….”

 

The first spasm wracks Rex’s entire body, and he grows taut and straight stealing of every word as his first powered nut blast, from deep within his scrotum twists from under Zach’s heel and courses through his shaft, shooting out directly through the pouch of his singlet as Rex closes his eyes.

 

After the first Earth-shaking release, Rex finds his voice. He curses, yells, and howls out obscenities while both Logan and Zach chuckle, holding him still. Louder and louder Rex yells until he crashes back to the next volleys release and his ass hits the mat. One after another, he jerks out seven more shots, the last all over himself as he coats his belly and chest with his own slimy sludge.

 

An animalistic gasp comes from Rex on the last small burst, and he falls back finished and breathing hard, his primal noises and grunts slowing as he lays still. Zach jerks him one last time, and lifts his sticky foot a look of disgust on his face, and sends it back down hard as he can crashing it into the soaked bulge with a horrid damp ”splat!”.

 

Rex opens his mouth to scream, but his eyes roll back, and he passes out on the mat.

 

Zach drags him over to his side, a victory talisman, and puts one foot on his beaten opponent as he snaps a photo. “I want to remember this one, Rex…” he grins down, “After this you won’t dare to face me again...”

 

“Hey, doofus… over here!” Chase interrupts, motioning for Zach to take him on. The young swimming captain stands ready on the mats, looking more determined than ever before. “Time to face someone on your own size…” he challenges, grabbing his impressive bulge demonstrably.

 

Zach only chuckles as he looks towards his last standing opponent. “One down, one more to go…”

 

Zach’s protruding fruit basket bulges obscenely inside the thin fabric of his red singlet, and Chase’s eyes are glued to the low-hanging fruits swaying with each step towards him. Chase licks his lips unconsciously at the captivating sight, and his opponent seemingly doesn’t mind.

 

The muscular frat boy is clearly enjoying the attention to his most proud assets, as his sleeping anaconda suddenly starts to awaken. Chase notices a slight twitch inside his opponent’s singlet, and his mouth drops as the already impressive serpent stretches itself further down along the leg of the flimsy fabric.

 

“Like what you see?” Zach chuckles and gives his member a teasing tug. “This is what a real man looks like…”

 

Uncharacteristically, Chase is lost for words for a moment.

 

“What, no snarky remarks?” Zach smirks as he halts, towering over the young swimmer.

 

“You… you were right… You’re… bigger than me…” Chase stutters, and looks down towards the ground.

 

Zach looks a bit puzzled, surprised by the lack of his opponent’s usual confidence. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kiddo… You’re big too, for your age…”

 

Chase’s eyes harden for a moment, but his opponent doesn’t seem to realize.

Jayden sees it though, and he notices his boyfriend’s neck muscles tightening slightly at the remark. To Jayden’s surprise, Chase still manages to keep his cool.

 

“The truth is,” Chase mutters, almost timidly, “… that I’ve never… seen a pair like yours, you know… Can I… can you..?”

 

Zach is taken completely off guard, as he looks straight into Chase’s genuine expression. He’s never seen him so sincere and vulnerable before. “I… you… you want to… see my nuts…?”

 

Chase stares at the ground. After a short moment of silence, he says: “Only… only… if it’s… okay… for… for you,” he blushes.

 

Zach hesitates, before he takes another step forward. He smiles reassuringly towards Chase, and reaches inside his singlet.

 

Logan steps forward and is about to intervene: “Don’t…”, when Jayden stops him. The young referee puts his hand over Logan’s mouth, and gives him a persuasive look.

 

Chase gasps as Zach slowly pushes his nut sack through the leg opening of his singlet, revealing his heavy, low-hanging pair.

 

“Wow…”

 

Zach chuckles and grabs his massive dick, giving it another couple of teasing tugs. His veiny serpent is at half-mast now, threatening to peek through the other leg opening.

 

“Is it okay if… if I touch them?”

 

Zach smiles down at Chase’s sincere expression, and shrugs. “Yeah, yeah. Just… be gentle. I’ve been saving up for weeks…”

 

“I can feel that…” Chase almost whispers, as he carefully weighs each heavy gonad inside his hands. The dense pair can barely fit inside his two hands, as each full testicle forms inside his caressing grip. The warm feeling of the soft nut meat against Chase’s lithe fingers feels enthralling, they feel so soft and full, almost taunting him to break into the sturdier core.

 

“I get what Rex was talking about, this feels awesome…” Chase continues as he starts to apply a bit of pressure on the trapped balls. The ample ball meat gives way as his fingers sink into the massive pair.

 

“What… what are you…” Zach stammers, as he looks worriedly down at his opponent.

 

The Cheshire cat grin is now back across Chase’s face, as he smirks up at Zach.

 

“I never promised to be gentle…” Chase emphasized his point with a nasty twist of his hands, making Zach let out a soprano wail and causing his hardening tool to twitch.

 

“Looks like someone’s enjoying this…” Chase chuckles at the sight of Zach’s rigid pole.

 

Zach whimpers as his opponent squeezes his dangling fruits harder with both hands. He can feel Chase’s fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of his huge testicles, and he desperately tries to pull on his opponent’s wrist and hand.

 

As Zach gulped and shook Chase’s wrists carefully, Chase shook his own wrists, almost to show him how it’s done, causing Zach to whimper and bend over.

 

“My balls… please… let go…”

 

“This is too much fun… You’re getting harder, big boy…” Chase only chuckles.

 

“I’ve been watching Alex’s videos lately, you know… I saw that dancer guy, David, squeeze the cum out of your pathetic balls… That seemed fun!”

 

Zach’s face turns into an expression of panic at the sheer memory, and his eyes waters as Chase continues to knead his manhood with both hands.

 

“You… you can’t… Are… you…”

 

“I think I can,” Chase smiles viciously, as he gives the massive nuts inside his hands another twist, and tugs the heavy sack by the ball strings sharply towards the ground.

 

Zach’s anaconda twitches violently, and the lust in Chase’s eyes is evident as he gazes the massive hose.

 

“Take of your singlet!” Chase demands, as he eases the pressure of his grip.

 

Zach hesitates, looking at his opponent pleadingly. He is rewarded with another vicious twist, making his eyes cross.

 

“Take… it… off!” Chase emphasizes each word with another squeeze. “Or do you want me to start twisting again?”

 

Zach shakes his head frantically, as he reaches for the straps of his singlet. He quickly lowers his singlet down his torso, revealing his chiseled chest and washboard abs. The muscular jock finally stops, as his singlet hangs from his waist.

 

“What are you waiting for?” Chase asks, his fingers sinking deep into the flesh of the massive nuggets, eliciting another high-pitched “Yelp” from his opponent.

 

“Get that monster of yours out!”

 

The young Adonis lowers his singlet further, revealing the girthy base of his massive schlong. With a loud snapping-sound, his massive serpent jumps out of its captivity as it smacks with a wet SPLAT against his abs. Zach’s full 10.5 inches is towering proudly towards the sky, as the meaty hose is held in place by the tight singlet clinging to his waist.

 

Chase’s lips curdles in a mischievous grin as he takes in the full view of Zach’s enormous dick standing at full attention. “You’ve been saving up for weeks, you said?” He let out a chuckle as Zach’s dick twitched in response.

 

“Chase… please…”

 

“I’m going to squeeze out every single last drop…” Chase sniggers, as he sees his opponent’s abs getting wet by the precum oozing out of his dick. “You know, for Rex…”

 

Chase adjusts his hold, trapping his opponent’s nuts at the bottom of the sack with one hand, before he sends a vicious uppercut to Zach’s poor sperm containers from below.

 

Zach’s dick twitches and his eyes widen, his mouth forming a silent “No!”, and Chase can feel his balls draw close to his body visibly contracting, as a massive jet of cum spurts out from his cock, hitting him on the chest and abdomen.

 

Chase let go of his opponent’s ballbag, allowing it drop and sway invitingly in front of him. Zach’s naked nutsack looks like a speed bag as they hang free outside the leg opening, and Chase chuckles at the sight: “Let’s see if we can get some more juice from those fat oranges of yours!”

 

Before Zach manages to react, Chase sends a flurry of punches into his unprotected fruit basket with both hands, alternating between left and right like a professional boxer.

 

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left.

 

Zach screams in pain.

 

With a final, devastating punch, Chase rams his opponent´s nuts into his pelvis, and a huge jet of cum shoots high into the air, hitting the muscular jock on his own chin.

 

“Look at the mess you’ve made…” Chase chuckles, shaking his head. He grabs hold of his opponent´s singlet hanging from his waist, and yanks him towards the pool: “You’d better clean yourself up, ‘Big Balls’…”

 

Chase drags him to the edge of the pool, and with a final sharp tug hurls him into the water. There’s a ripping sound as Zach’s singlet tears into shreds inside Chase’s hands, followed by a loud “PLOP!” as the muscular frat boy crashes into the surface.

 

 

Max turns his head at the sound. He meets the familiar Cheshire cat grin of his friend as Chase waves the shreds of Zach’s singlet proudly, giving Max a playful wink.

 

“Look after him for me, will you? I need to finish of Logan.”

 

Chase turns away from the pool, leaving Max to himself with the two muscular cousins, ready to end the final match of the day.

 

 

Logan is on the prowl over to Chase, and he rips off the rest of the singlet tossing the shredded remains at Jayden. “Hold this for me, will you?”

 

Jayden catches it, and rolls his eyes. “You got this boyfriend! Show Logan up, like I know that only you can.”

 

Rolling his eyes, Logan chuckles and approaches Chase ready to take him on.

“You’ve already stripped for me?” Chase sniggers at his opponent, eyeing his impressive body in the bright summer shine. “Maybe I can get a feel of your balls as well, and compare them to Zach’s?” His eyes are brimming with excitement at the thought.

 

“Nice try, Chase… I’m not that stupid,” Logan smiles. “You’ll have to beat me, fair and square.”

 

Chase shrugs his shoulders with a slight smirk. “It was worth a try… I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way…” He crouches down in the neutral wrestling starting position, and motions for Logan to do the same.

 

Logan approaches him confidently, and smirks: “I thought you liked to be bottom?”

 

“I’m always on top, big boy… You can be bottom if you want to.”

 

Logan shakes his head: “You want me down on my knees, do you? You’ll have to earn it then…” The wrestling captain crouches down and locks his arms with his opponent.

 

Jayden smiles expectantly, and blows his whistle. “Let’s get this final round settled!”

 

 

The loud whistle finally brings Rex back to life, and he looks up from his position on the ground: “You’ve got this Chase! Show Logan who’s boss!”

 

The fallen twin gets interrupted by a loud splash coming from the pool, and he turns his head towards the sound.

 

 

Cody is flapping around in the shallow end of the pool with water up to his ripping abs, his mouth open in a silent scream. Behind him stands Max smiling mischievously, with his hands reaching down below the surface.

 

Rex can’t make out what his twins’ hands are up to under the water, but the agonized expression of the 18-year-old jock in front of him gives him a clear hint.

 

“Let go, let go, let go!” Cody begs, his eyes watering.

“Let go… of what?” Max smiles, playing dumb. His eyes meet his brother’s watching from the lawn, and he gives him a playful wink.

“My balls! Oh my god! LET GO OF MY BALLS!”

 

“You want me to give you your balls back?” Max asks in a mockingly sweet tone.

 

“Yes! You’re breaking them!” Cody screams desperately.

 

“Turn around!” Max orders. “I want to look you in the eyes when you beg me… Keep your hands on your head, or… I will squeeze harder…”

 

Max gives him a persuasive squeeze, and his bigger opponent does as he is told. The young swimmer readjusts his grip, maintaining his controlling hold as Cody turns towards him.

 

“Look down!” Max orders as he raises his hands, yanking Cody’s trapped nutsack above the surface. He’s got one meaty melon inside each hand, completely filling out the space between his fingers.

 

Cody looks down hesitantly at his opponent’s fingers around his naked bull balls, and blushes shamefully.

 

“Tell me what you see…”

 

Cody hesitates.

 

Max yanks his hands upwards hard, stretching Cody’s ball chords to their absolute limit. “Do you need a closer look?” Max asks with a derisive smile.

 

Cody shakes his head pleadingly, and he stammers: “My b… my balls…”

 

“What about your balls?” Max gives the bulging pair a vicious twist.

 

“You… you have… my… balls…

 

“That’s right. I’ve got you. By your huge, fat balls…” Max smiles condescendingly.

“So, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you…”

 

He increases the pressure, and Cody nods his head desperately.

 

“Feels like these suckers are full of jizz…” Max smirks, rolling the massive twin orbs between his fingers.

 

Cody looks at him imploringly, and nods weakly.

 

“Did you really think that I was going to let you leave without me draining these massive sperm banks?” Max asks in a mockingly sweet tone.

 

Cody gives him a pleading look.

 

“That’s sweet…” Max shakes his head.

 

He releases Cody’s slightly bigger left nut and reaches below the surface, searching for his opponent’s sleeping serpent. He doesn’t need to search for long before his free hand wraps around the meaty hose, his other hand still maintaining the controlling hold on Cody’s bloated right nut.

 

After a couple of quick tugs, Cody’s flaccid schlong starts to lengthen, slowly stretching itself towards the surface. The girthy hose suddenly breaks through the water, and rises impressively towards the clear blue sky.

 

Max drools at the sight of the massive, perfectly proportioned dick right in front of him.

 

“He might be as big as his cousin…” the young swimmer thinks to himself, and carefully slides his hand along the whole length of the virile member.

 

“We’re going to the strip club…” Cody almost whispers pleadingly down at his opponent.

 

“That’s a shame… You won’t be using this for a while,” Max sniggers, tightening his hold. “We can do this the easy way…” he continues, giving the rigid pole another tug, “…or the hard way…”

 

Max suddenly clenches his other fist, his fingers clamping down on Cody’s trapped right nut. Cody shrieks, and he shakes his head desperately. To Max’s surprise the meaty dick twitches as he squishes the fat orb with his bare hand.

 

“Interesting…” Max ponders, with a sly grin. “You like it rough, huh? Let’s try it the hard way then…”

 

Cody’s mouth drops as Max let go of his meaty pole, and reattains his grip on the jock’s meaty left nut instead.

 

Max licks his lips. “I like this way better…” he smiles, as both hands each sink into a meaty melon. His thumbs dig into the center of each ample ball, eliciting a girlish scream from the balls’ owner.

 

 

While Max is consumed by the captivating feeling of Cody’s meaty melons between his fingers, a large shadow approaches him from behind…

 

 

“Max!” Rex howls out as he spots Zach, with a determined look on his face, towering behind his twin. His body is reminiscent of a Greek god in the shimmering pool, as he lays his big hand on Max’s shoulder from behind.

 

 

Max freezes as he hears a stern voice from right behind him: “Let go of him!”

The young swimmer had been completely engrossed in the feel of Cody’s genitals inside his lithe hands, and he had completely forgotten about the other cousin in the pool, as he suddenly found himself outnumbered.

 

“Let go,” Zach repeats, leaning over the young swimmer’s shoulder. The 20-year-old jock shudders at the sight of his cousin’s naked ball bag, getting squeezed and twisted by the little runt in front of him.

 

Max eases up his grip on Cody’s goodie bag as he feels Zach’s massive hand on his shoulder, and the the youngest cousin exhales a sigh of relief. Max doesn’t completely let go of the jock’s big nuggets though, as he retains a controlling hold under the surface.

 

“Thanks, cuz…” Cody sends a relieved look at his cousin, and Zach smiles reassuringly back at him.

 

 

Rex watches with a concerned look from the side of the pool, as his twin is outnumbered by the two muscular jocks. Max looks like a little kid as he stands between the huge cousins, his young head only reaching up to the height of the cousins’ bulging pecs.

 

Max sends his twin a worried look, and Rex mouths: “You’ve got this”.

He’s not sure if he believes it himself though, as he watches the muscular cousins towering over his twin on each side.

 

 

“Looks like your fun is over, kiddo…” Zach chuckles confidently into Max’s ear, and he roughs up his hair with his free hand.

 

Max’s neck muscles tighten in response, and his eyes narrow, but the blond frat boy behind him doesn’t seem to notice the shift.

 

Zach lays a muscular arm around the young swimmers neck, and pulls him in close in a playful headlock.

 

Max gulps. He can feel Zach’s hard, defined body against his backside, his own head resting against the 20-year-old’s bulging pecs. The upper side of Max’s back is pressed against the frat boy’s washboard abs, feeling like a chiseled wall of rock against his skin.

But lower down, Max can feel something big and soft pressing against his lower back, and he realizes that, just like his younger cousin, Zach is wearing nothing but his birthday suit…

 

“Alright, I’ll let go…” Max says reluctantly.

 

Cody breathes a sigh of relief, as Max’s one hand let go of his bruised right nut. 

 

“Good boy,” Zach smiles, and he pats the young swimmer on his head. “I knew you’d do as you were the told.” He eases up his headlock, and flexes his big biceps for show.

 

Max draws in a long-awaited breath of fresh air, and his mind clears. He’s still got a hold of Cody’s meaty left nut, and he rolls it carefully between his fingers.

 

Cody looks down at Max questioningly, and he thinks that he catches a cunning glint in the young swimmer’s eyes. As he’s about to speak up, Max gives him a warning squeeze. Cody looks back up at his older cousin, who smiles confidently back at him over Max’s shoulder.

 

Suddenly, Zach’s eyes widen in alarm, and his smirk falters.

 

“Zach?” Cody asks perplexed, as the color of his cousin’s face is slowly fading.

 

The 20-year-old frat boy’s face is a mask of shock and bewilderment, and he seems to be looking straight through him.

 

Cody stares confused at his cousin, as a troubled expression spreads across his handsome face.

 

He looks down at Max.

 

The young swimmer smiles innocently: “Well, he wanted me to let go of your balls…”

 

Cody’s heart sinks, as he slowly looks further down. He eyes Max’s free hand, reaching behind his back, seemingly straight between his cousin’s wide-spread legs.

 

 

Without turning around, Max had managed to stealthily move his free hand below the surface, like a silent predator approaching its prey. His fingers had grazed against the girthy base of Zach’s sleeping anaconda, before they slid lower down, locating their prey.

 

 

“What’s happening…” Rex thinks to himself as he watches from the side of the pool. Zach was still towering behind his twin, and Rex was certain that Max was done for against the two muscular jocks. He knew that Max had Cody in the palm of his hand, but it had seemed like Zach had caught him unawares.

 

Max turns his face towards his twin with a cunning smile, and gives him a sly wink.

 

Rex looks back at him bemused from the side of the pool. As he gazes higher, he spots the sudden change of expression across Zach’s face. His once confident expression had now completely evaporated, and was replaced by a look of fear and concern.

 

There was a slight, sudden movement below the surface beneath Zach’s glimmering abs, and his mouth dropped. Simultaneously, something moved in the water in front of Cody, and he yelped.

 

Rex sniggered knowingly at the scene in front of him. He knew that expression very well, and it could only mean one thing…

 

 

“What do we have here?” Max ponders to himself, faking a surprise, as he rolls the meaty pairs of ‘melons’ between his fingers, and gives both pairs a tentative squeeze.

 “I didn’t know that melons grew under water…”

 

Max’s fingers sink deep into the pairs of fleshy fruits, and both cousins moan miserably in response.

 

“What’s the problem, big boys?” Max sniggers. “Don’t you want to share your juicy melons? There’s no need to be greedy, it feels like there’s more than enough to share…”

 

With a sharp tug Max yanks both his hands upwards, brutally kneading the two sets of naked ball bags inside his hand, forcing the muscular cousins up on their tiptoes.

 

“Wow, these really are the same size…” Max says amazed, as he studies the naked pairs next to each other inside his bare hands. He squishes the two studs’ balls between his fingers, making both cousins shriek out in pain.

 

There’s some movement in the water, as Zach’s dozing anaconda suddenly starts to awaken, stretching itself through and above the surface.

 

“Hello there…” Max chuckles down at Zach’s rising schlong. “You’re a naughty boy as well, aren’t you? One little squeeze, and you’re ready to go…”

 

Zach blushes. He’s got a reputation for “shooting the gun” prematurely, and despite his recent ejaculation on the mats, his virile member seems about ready for another round.

 

Max sniggers at the scene in front of him: Both Johnson cousins are standing at full attention, while simultaneously their big, bulging ballsacks are getting brutally squished by his lithe fingers. He rolls the bulging scrotums between his fingers, playfully weighing them inside his hands.

 

Zach and Cody stares down at him pleadingly.

 

“I bet you guys want me to give you your fat, juicy melons back… don’t you?”

 

The jocks nod frantically, their lips quivering: “please..”

 

“I’m not finished yet, sadly…” Max continues, with mischievous smirk. “I’ll let you choose… Which ball do you want me to squeeze?”

 

Zach and Cody look puzzled at the young swimmer.

 

“Leftie again?” Max squishes the two bloated left nuts. “Or righty?” He readjusts his grip, his fingers closing around the jocks’ right nuts instead.

 

“… righty…”

 

Max chuckles: “You want me to squeeze righty this time?”

 

The muscular cousins nod hesitantly, their eyes pleading like puppies.

 

“Beg me!” Max orders with a malicious grin, and gives them a sharp squeeze.

 

The cousins both inhales sharply: “Bust… our balls…”

 

“You can do better than that…” Max shakes his head, twisting one giant orb with each of his hands. “You know the magic word…”

 

“Please… PLEASE! Bust our baaawls!” the jocks cry desperately in unison, as Max fingers sink deeper into the fleshy core.

 

“My pleasure…” Max smiles mischievously, as he tightens his grip on the studs’ extraordinary babymakers.

The two thick, meaty dicks are throbbing and twitching as Max brutally squishes the meaty melons inside his bare hands; Zach’s hose is slightly bigger than his younger cousin’s member, but both could well have belonged to the proudest of stallions.

 

Zach and Cody are panting and moaning, as their most prized assets are viciously twisted and squeezed. Max is enthusiastically squeezing the big, meaty globes, his bony fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of the ample nut meat.

 

Max yanks down hard, eliciting shrill shrieks from the handsome, muscular hunks. Their big, meaty dicks throbbing and twitching uncontrollably in response, as a steady stream of precum oozes from their tips.

 

“Look at those massive dicks…” Max says amazed to himself. “I bet they’re ready to shoot any second now…”

 

The two muscular blond cousins’ faces are filled with pain, their god-like bodies glistening with sweat, as wave after wave of unbearable pain radiates from their tormented testicles.

 

Max readjusts his grip again, each thumb reaching for the sensitive backside of the meaty globes, and presses down with all his might. He can feel his fingers dig deep into the central core of the jocks’ meaty melons, kneading and twisting them like a wet towel.

 

Suddenly, Cody’s eyes widens, and he looks down at his trembling dick: “Oh no…”

 

Simultaneously, Zach’s eyes also widen in alarm: “NO!”

He looks over at his younger cousin, grimacing in pain, and they share a look of grim understanding of how screwed they both are.

 

 

Rex can no longer stand at the side-lines as a passive spectator, and he lowers himself into the cool water: “Save one for me!”

 

Max locks eyes with his twin, and he smiles: “You horny bastard…”

 

Rex grins mischievously as he approaches the oldest cousin, his eyes bore lustfully into Zach’s pleading face: “We’ve got a score to settle, ‘dinonuts’…”

 

 

Back on the mats, Chase only had one opponent left. 

 

It had all come down to this. Just like he knew it would. 

 

He had to get through Logan. 

 

Every time Chase had ever fought him, he had lost. Every time. Would today be any different? 

 

Chase locks eyes with the now wrestling coach of the Bartlet team. Logan’s intense blue eyes fix on Chase’s, a challenge gleaming in his stare as he cracks a wide grin showing every tooth. He’s got fangs. 

 

“Ready to lose, kid?” 

 

The challenge grits on Chase, and he lets out an animistic growl. His friend and ally, Rex, was down. Beaten by him and Zach. Chase couldn’t stand it. 

 

“You wish.”

 

Chase launches himself at Logan recklessly, his body telegraphing his leap as he grounds his soles on the mat before jumping purposely forward, trying to spear Logan in the middle and drop him quick. Logan was ready for him and met him with an almighty crash of bodies, as the two fight for dominance, hands fighting in a grapple while their feet search for an uppermost way to get even a slight advantage. Chase grunts as he loses a step and then it’s over in a second and he falls, Logan landing on top and pulling him into a submission move, pressing his snarling face into the mat. 

 

“Pinned you.,” Logan says, his voice dripping with authority and command. “Now say, uncle.”

 

Logan’s free hand smacks Chase’s ass with a yelp, as his fingers slide to Chase’s undercarriage, finding the nestled nuggets hidden at the bottom of the crimson singlet pouch. Chase’s fat, solid nuggets feel a little bloated and hot to the touch, as Logan fingers the mound and gropes him. 

 

“Hey, get off of my big balls!” shouts Chase, whose head is still being held against the mat. The taste of it against his lip is of sweat and plastic. His hands grip the mat trying to push up, and force Logan off of him. But Logan’s right knee digs into his lower back, pinning him right where he is, and all his legs can do is scrabble and scrap at the mat like a moth in the sticky web of a spider. 

 

Logan chuckles and slips his fingers around until the central one fingers the sensitive glands along Chase’s penis, which curves down almost protectively half-way around his scrotum. Chase sucks in air as Logan rubs the head of his dick, fingering the crown and feeling as it grows and lengthens under his gentle probing. The nub responds almost immediately, growing hard and then just as Logan uses his thumbnail tracing it down the frenulum the cock jerks and Chase moans almost pitifully against his will as his eyes widen. 

 

“Ohhhhh fuck me.”

 

“That’s not how I win this match, Chase. But thanks for the offer, I’ll let Jayden take you up on that when I am finished with you,” Logan laughs, but not unkindly. 

 

Chase is powerless from stopping his dick from hardening to its full length in Logan’s hand, and just as he starts leaking against the mat, his hardened tool indents the mat around Chase’s growing shaft. Logan runs the staff once more, feeling it from tip to root and speeding up on a quick jerk session that makes Chase’s head spin. Then Logan grabs his nutsack, fingers stretching around to encompass the entirety of Chase’s overlarge eggs, that you can’t get at the grocery store, and poises his fingers in to grip them hard like prongs of a gemstone. 

 

Chase opens his mouth to moan but the grip hardens and instead Chase exhales out a held breath as Logan works over his bag. The sensitive big balls respond immediately sending out shoots of pain, as the sickening hold of his nutclaw does its work. 

 

“Dammit…I wanted….to win…” Chase admits, his hardened cock throbbing at Logan’s grip intensity. 

 

“Not today, Chase…” whispers Logan while he grinds his dominant hand into a fist. Chase’s balls have nowhere to go as Logan digs in, as the balls squeal in his palm and Chase hisses out a long low drawn out moan.

 

Standing nearby, referee Jayden Gomez is hard and leaking, watching his boyfriend being overtaken by Logan Kruger, his wrestling coach. Watching Logan work over a guy is a special event, he knows exactly how to squeeze, where to prod, and exalt the most amount of pain on his victim. He’s a master ballbuster, and Jayden almost wants to watch him finish Chase off, but something in him wants Chase to win more and he does his best to provide a distraction. Not sure if Chase can still get freed, or if he even wants to. The desire in Chases spectacularly blue eyes is like ice melting but he tries anyways. 

 

“Oh shit! The twins are beating the crap out of Zach and Cody in the pool...  

Apparently, brothers beat cousins any day of the week!” Jayden loudly comments and points.

 

Rex and Max beam at Jayden’s comments, Zach and Cody seem lost in the twins busting their balls under water. 

 

Logan sits up rather annoyed, giving Chase a moment to catch his breath, as he points to Zach: “We are winning here, and your match is over… What the hell are you doing?”

 

Zach blushes, and his face is filled with shame and anguish.

 

A grinning face peek out from behind him, and Rex answers swiftly: “We’re milking up Chase’s pool! Hopefully he put in a lot of extra chlorine, if not… he might find some streaks from Dinonuts over here!” Rex laughs at his own joke, and squishes Zach hard in his meatball-like testicles until he howls. 

 

Logan rolls his eyes, but Chase shifts underneath him and when he looks back an elbow swings up nailing him in the temple and causing him to lose his balance and fall over. 

 

“Oww! You little bitch!” Logan chuckles, grabbing his head as Chase gets to his feet and reaching for his nuts.

 

Logan’s leg springs up and catches Chase right in his outlined ballsack, the twin cores smashing hard with a squishing plunk! Logan found his mark, and nailed Chase smartly and equally in both nuggets, a feat that not most wrestlers could accomplish from the ground, but one that Logan managed perfectly.

 

Chase is on his knees gazing down at his mangled nuts in horror and grabs his nutbag as waves of nausea flood the back of his throat and the taste of acid makes him clamp his pouty pink lips together. 

 

“Nnnnnngggggggg!” Chase grunts as his blue eyes roll in their sockets as goes to fall over but Logan grabs him by the middle of his singlet, the material clamped in his fist. 

 

Chase hangs fully back, body stretched out and looking up at the sky as he gasps finally “Oooooooo no! You….  busted….my——-big BALLS!!!!” Chase winces as Logan starts to stand and lifts him up by his singlet, the material wedging inside his buttocks as Logan powers him one handed into the air. 

 

“You are not escaping me, Chase. You wanted this fight, this match. Now I end it.”

 

Logan’s leg moves between Chase’s and he quivers in fear his hands instinctively grabbing Logan’s one arm trying to pull himself free, and leaving himself completely open as Logan’s knee bends to a straight plank. 

 

“Logan….wait—-!” 

 

Chase sentence ends when Logan drops him on his knee. The four foot drop seems to take forever but as Chase lands the air is knocked from his lungs and his back straightens like an arrow that quivers after being fired into a target. Chase gasps as his mouth falls open arms stretched out like wings as his body starts the process the nuts slammed against Logan’s hard muscle thigh. Logan grins at him and tweaks his nose before he grabs Chase’s sides firmly and repeats the drop as he bounces Chase on his knee like you would a toddler. 

 

Chase’s balls bounce and crack on each drop as Logan bounces him and Chase groans as his balls are squished flat, round back up to their original albeit bloated state before being hammered back into pancakes once again. His arms finally drop useless to his sides and Chase’s head follows suit landing on Logan’s left shoulder as Logan continues to bounce him, every vibration of the fall shoots up the stem of his cock and laying against Logan digs into his abdomen soaking through both singlets as he pre-cum against him. 

 

Every smooth knee to Chase’s nuts, does more than squish his cherries like one would in a press it taps the base oh his cock. The vibrations down Chase’s stem causes a slight pulse and he moans on each aftershock, while groaning at every thrust into his scrotum from below. Logan works him over like a pro and Chase holds onto him now, barely with it as Logan pounds away at his sack like whack-a-mole at the arcade. 

 

Delirious from pain and short bursts of pleasure Chase grits his teeth moaning against Logan feeling Logan’s steady thump of his heart on the upwards and descending smacks to his smooth nutsack. 

 

“L…Logan?” he asks, his lips pressed against Logan’s neck tasting the mixture of salty sweat and his warm glistening youthful skin. 

 

“Yeah, bud?”

 

“I’m”

 

*Knee*

 

“Gonna”

 

*Knee*

 

“Win?”

 

*Knee*

 

“Huh?” Chase grunts, squeezing Logan’s flank harder as he shudders, his cock is so hard now that it pokes Logan’s abs right in like a sword thrust into stone. 

 

Logan hammers another knee, and as Chase groans he holds it against the base of Chase’s pelvis, rummaging his knee deep into the crevice and crushing his balls from underneath. Chase grunts as he slides, the knee now back and forth, dragging his nuggets and rolling the tender spuds like he would a rolling pin. The tug of his balls, make the skin of his cock tight as it slides all by Logan’s abs, every small slick thunk up and down Logan’s abs push Chase further along until he starts rocking his pelvis up and pressing his cock into Logan. 

 

“I’m gonna…!” Chase breathes, hot air against Logan’s ear as he grabs hold of him so hard that Logan can barely breathe. But Chase is shaking now, and his tremors run through Logan and his own tool responds pushing up against Chase’s belly. He’s not sure when he got hard, but Logan is but it does not matter as Chase cries out like a wounded bear, the guttural cry causing the twins to hold steady and stop their splashing as Chase’s eyes widen. 

 

A torment of shakes wrack his back and Logan rears back for one more strike. The blow knocks into Chase with such force that the wind is knocked from him and his cock throbs once more and spasms against Logan. Chase is cumming, but he bites his lip as drool falls against Logan’s bare neck as the hot squishy mess shoots up and covers the pair of them and Logan grins whispering so that only Chase can hear “Fucking amazing, bro.”

 

Chase pulls up and his body goes taut like a bow string as more cum shoots up Logan’s chest against him and his orgasm pushes forth a burst of grunts “Ahhh, ahhhh, oooooo, y…yeah!” Chase’s eyes are wild, and the two glittering blue stones are wide open cast upwards towards the sky as he jerks ferociously against Logan until he stops suddenly. A tiny spasm shoots through his stock and he pauses and groans as he cums for a second time. This orgasm is quick but violent as he knocks his head against Logan’s and the pair fall back to the mat, as he topples over Logan with a grunt. 

 

Chase thrusts harder as he pounds his dick into Logan’s belly as he cums again, the wetness spreading throughout both of the combatants until Chase lifts his head up, smiling “I…win.” 

 

He falls back, slumping against Logan, as the pleasureful aftershocks throb through his groin. Chase moans long and low and steady as the pleasureful pain knocks his breath away and he burry’s his head between Logan’s pecs.  The softness of the hardened chest acts like a pillow to Chase who lulls against the familiar friend that has somehow within the past few months morphed more than a friend, but like an older brother who he could trust more than almost anyone.

 

Logan is still hard, trembling almost and he grunts as he cradles Chase to his chest. 

 

“Yeah, you win buddy. You win.”

 

Chase smiles, eyes going heavy and he passes out against Logan. Small snores and breath of air hit Logan’s ears as Chase’s steady breathing goes in and out of him. 

 

Logan slowly lifts him up in his arms, Jayden by his side, as the two head into the house but as he turns everyone in the pool sees his obvious erection. It’s so hard and long, nestled against the lower back of Chase as the door closes. The erection curves up and towards his body, displaying Logan’s thick wooden rod.

 

Max whistles, and licks his lips. “God, I want him…”

 

He didn’t realize that he spoke out loud, and to make sure that Cody does not capitalize on the moment he twists his hands, making Cody scream in pain. The admittance of his inner most desire is not one he wants to share with the young Johnson cousin, not at all.

 

“We lost bro…” Max says with a sigh. 

 

Rex shrugs. “I don’t feel like a loser, how about you Zach?” Rex taunts, squeezing Zach’s over-ripe melons with both hands, eliciting a blood-curdling scream.

 

Zach’s eyes start fluttering, and a couple of seconds later his huge, fat dick erupts with another huge jet of spunk shooting through the air.

 

“I think that we did just fine.”

 

Max smiles back and he winks at his brother as he goes back to work on the other Johnson. He twists Cody’s nutsack sharply, making the young stud scream from the top of his lungs. Max yanks down sharply, squeezing the fleshy pair with both hands as hard as he can, and he can feel Cody’s balls contract and pull up to his massive hose, as jet after jet of creamy semen shoots up into the sky.

 

The twins make sure to squeeze every last drop of cum out of the cousins’ huge, churning melons, until they are completely sure that the massive fruit are totally emptied and drained.

 

The pool is filled with moans and groans, but neither Rex nor Max seems ready to let go of their captive. 

 

Losing might not be so bad after all.

 

 

 

 

~End