Blake’s Party From Hell…. Obsessed: Blake Confronts Jacob written by LeviBB

 Blake’s Party From Hell…. Obsessed: Blake                               Confronts Jacob

                               by LeviBB

 

Blake's parents had always spoiled him, and he was more than happy to take advantage of their generosity. When they told him they were going on an anniversary trip to Hawaii, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to throw the wildest house party their prestigious neighborhood had ever seen.

The night air was electric with excitement as Jacob and Sam arrived at Sterling’s enormous upscale house at the top of a hill. Music pulsed from within, strobe lights flickered, and dozens of frat and sorority house members mingled on the expansive lawn.

As Jacob and Sam entered, they were greeted by the sight of Blake himself—a tall, muscular Adonis with curly locks of sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He wore nothing but tight Lycra American flag boxer briefs that left little to the imagination, cowboy boots, and a Budweiser box sculpted into a cowboy hat atop his head. His prominent and obscenely bouncing bulge was on full display, his hair was disheveled, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he danced and laughed with his friends. The girls screamed, and the guys cheered as Blake thrust his hips and pumped his fists to “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO blasting on the house surround sound system. The 22-year-old country heartthrob was throwing the party of the year, and he was the life of the party.

Sam, Blake's cousin, and Jacob, Sam's friend, had come to the party together. Sam was tall with a trim body, but Jacob was different. He had dark brown hair, a short stature, and an athletic build. He also had a male foot gear fetish and, like Sam, a love for ballbusting. The two boys frequently bonded over their past memories of fondling and getting rough with Blake’s large balls, always while the hunk was in a drunk and almost comatose state. The muscular country boy seemed to get himself into vulnerable situations frequently. His heavy drinking always caused him to be unable to clearly piece together the events the following day.

As the night wore on, Jacob couldn't keep his eyes off Blake. He was mesmerized by the hunk's muscular tan body and sexy underwear. His heart was pounding at the sight of the sexy stud. He had always had a foot fetish, and Blake's well-worn boots and sculpted body were driving him wild. Jacob's palms felt sweaty as he reached for a beer, trying to play it cool in front of his friend Sam. 

The night went on in a blur of drinking, dancing, and hookups. The house grew stuffy with the press of sweaty bodies. At one point, Sam had to help Talia, Blake's glamorous sister, who had overindulged and was puking in the bathroom. They stumbled up to her bedroom as he helped her to lie down and sleep it off.

With the party winding down and all the college kids leaving, Jacob made his way to find an unoccupied bathroom. Tired and semi-drunk, he took a wrong turn and found himself in an empty upstairs bedroom. 

As his eyes adjusted, he realized it was Blake's bedroom. Posters of sexy models on cars and male Country stars adorned the walls of the large room. A huge American flag blanket draped the comforter of the king-size bed. The room smelled like the sexy older boy—musk, cologne, and a faint hint of sweat. 

Against the wall sat Blake's collection of several pairs of shoes and different styles of boots that were lined up. Jacob’s eyes landed on the stud’s footwear; the spicy musk of male sweat called to him. Unable to resist, he sank to his knees before the enticing footwear. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his back as he lifted one of the cowboy boots to his nose and inhaled deeply. One by one, he lifted the boots and athletic shoes. Inhaling the heady, masculine scent deeply. His eyes closed as the earthy, salt-tinged aroma engulfed him, hardening his cock. Fuck, Blake's boots smelled even better than he'd remembered—like warm leather and the faintest hint of foot sweat. Jacob pressed his face into the boot and breathed in, getting high off the smell. He couldn't help but palm his hardening cock through his jeans as he switched to sniff the other boot.

Jacob didn't hear the floorboards creak behind him. Suddenly, a deep voice spoke.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"

Jacob nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to see Blake standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest. Blake was still wearing his signature rugged cowboy boots; he was back to being dressed in his form-fitting wranglers and a tight black shirt that he had on prior to dancing earlier. He looked like a beautiful country model, with his blonde curly locks slightly matted and masculine chiseled features highlighted with the stubble of shortly trimmed facial hair on his smooth tan complexion. His green eyes zeroed in on Jacob, his gaze laser sharp. The older boy looked amused but also dangerous.

"I... I was just..." Jacob stammered, his face burning with embarrassment and shame. He still had Blake's boot clutched in his hand.

Blake casually strode into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed next to where Jacob was sitting on the floor. He looked down at Jacob through his long lashes. "I think you know exactly what you were doing, Jakey-boy. Question is, Why?"

Jacob swallowed hard. Up close like this, Blake was even more intimidating. He was on eye level with the older boy's heavy package. He couldn’t help but stare at it straining against the crotch of his tight jeans, his dick and balls creating a meaty moose-knuckle, the bulge of his massive cock clearly defined. Jacob's mouth went dry.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I don't know what came over me. I just... I came in here by mistake, and I’ve been drinking; I was just curious."

Blake bent over and put his finger over Jacob’s lips to silence him. "That’s enough. I see you, Jake. Don’t try to hide yourself from me at this point." Blake demanded in his calm but rich baritone voice. 

He uncrossed his arms and leaned back on his hands, flexing his muscles and slightly raising his right leg. "Take off my boot," Blake commanded. "And the sock." 

Jacob hesitated, but the look in Blake's piercing green eyes told him this wasn't a request. Slowly, he kneeled down in front of the older boy and reached for his boot. He could see the faint sweat stains that lined the leather where it connected to the sole of the boot as he slowly pulled it off; he couldn't resist taking a deep sniff of the warm leather mixed with the hunk's sweaty foot scent that escaped the confinement of the hot boot. It smelled even better and was sexier, fresh off the source. Blake's foot was packed tight into a long, worn white athletic sock that clung to his sole like a second skin.

"Keep going," Blake said, his voice low and commanding.

With trembling hands, Jacob peeled off the sweat-damp sock, revealing his perfectly sculpted foot. The ripe musky scent wafted up, making Jacob weak. The older boy had nice feet—high arches, long, beautifully shaped toes, smooth skin with the perfect amount of hair, neatly trimmed toenails. Jacob felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

Blake watched him with an unreadable expression as Jacob held his foot. "You’re shaking, big guy... but you like this, don't you?" 

"Rub it," Blake said while keeping eye contact. "Don’t pretend like you don’t want to," he said in a calm but serious voice. 

Jacob's hands shook as he took Blake's large foot in both hands and slowly massaged the soft, warm flesh. Blake groaned at the touch, his eyes never leaving Jacob's. “You really are good with your hands, even when you’re nervous.”

Jacob said nothing; he just kept massaging the older boy's foot. He couldn't believe this was happening. Blake's foot was so warm and firm in his hands. He wanted to worship every inch of it. Jacob felt his face flush, his cock strained against his fly as he rubbed the foot of the sexy stud. 

"You're hard, aren't you?" Blake said, nudging his other boot-covered foot at the obvious bulge in Jacob's pants. "Getting off on rubbing my foot."

"Yes," Jacob admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're just so... God, your feet smell so good. Blake, I swear I’m not gay; please don’t tell anyone."

"I've seen you staring all night, Jay," Blake rumbled. "You can't keep your eyes off me, can you? Off my body, my boots?" His voice lowered to a seductive growl as he slowly stood up and removed his shirt, exposing his large, meaty pecs and chiseled abs. He started to unbuckle the belt from his pants with Jacob still on his knees in front of him. 

“Stand up and give me your hand.” Blake demanded. Jacob nervously stood up in front of the older boy whose hulking frame towered above him; he wasn’t even eye level to Blake’s large muscular pecks. He could smell Blake’s musky cologne and deodorant mixed with the faint scent of sweat from the night. Blake unzipped his straining fly and pushed his wangler jeans to the floor. Kicking off his remaining boot, slipping off his sock and then sliding his pants to the side with his foot. Jacob stared down at his massive and defined bulges in the tight American Flag boxer briefs. The tight, moist Lycra clung to Blake’s large egg-shaped nuts that bulged out on either side of the long, thick cock that draped over the orbs. 

Blake took Jacob’s right hand and placed it over his sweaty crotch, covered in the skimpy underwear. He then grabbed Jacob’s left hand and pulled it around behind him, placing it on his muscular butt cheek. “So this does nothing for you? It’s all just warm underwear-covered meat." Blake asked; his words almost came out as hiss. Jacob gasped and could hardly contain himself. He felt like he was going to blow a load in his pants right on the spot. Blake’s eyes lit up, and a smirk grew on his face as he watched Jacob struggle to keep it together. 

Jacob couldn’t help but fondle the warm bulge in his hand. He explored Blake’s massive nuts individually through the thin fabric of the underwear. Each nut was a perfectly large egg shape; they felt soft but dense when a little pressure was applied. It was hard to get a good hold of both the impressive orbs in one hand. Jacob was turned on by the feeling of them moving around in their large soft sac anytime he tightened his grip. He raised his hand to rub Blake’s long, fat dick, tracing the plump mushroom head with his finger before resting his hand on top of the perfectly huge piece of meat. His left hand rubbed and squeezed Blake’s thick muscular asscheek, feeling how strong and firm it felt in his hand. 

Blake stared down at the boy quietly with a faint smirk on his face. Jacob couldn't help but notice Blake’s plump dick stayed soft the entire time he fondled the larger male. The straight stud played the part of a strapping queer-baiting hunk perfectly. Even though Jacob could see and feel that the sexual tension wasn’t mutual, he couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage of Blake’s teasing. 

Jacob eagerly reached down and went back to fondling Blake’s plump gonads in his overfilled palm. He applied pressure to his huge left nut, causing the oversized orb to shoot out of his fingertips in their Lycra-covered ball sac. Jacob quickly looked up and saw Blake’s eyes close as he winced in discomfort. 

Blake’s piercing green eyes shot open as he stared deeply into Jacob’s Hazel eyes. Blake reached out his right hand and firmly placed it on the side of Jacob’s face, leaning in closely, almost as if going in for a kiss. Their lips were only a couple of inches apart as Blake softly spoke; his minty breath had a faint lingering scent of alcohol to it. "You know... you’re so much more gentle with my manhood now that I’m not practically unconscious.” Blake said in a cool tone, making Jacob’s blood run cold as it dawned on him that Blake remembered more about the previous drunken ballbusting torture than he and Sam had thought. Blake’s green eyes had a darkness to them as his smirk faded and his face appeared angry. 

Blake abruptly lifted his knee into Jacob’s tented crotch, slamming the horny boy’s balls into his pelvis with a sickening thud. Jacob crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain and clutching his balls as he realized he was in trouble. Blake stared down at the boy as he circled around him.

“What’s wrong, big guy? I thought you were into this type of shit.” Blake calmly said in his still cool tone as he kneeled down beside Jacob. “You like to dish it, but you can’t take it?” Anger seeped through his words as he spoke. 

Blake straddle Jacob’s upper chest, his beefy muscular legs pinning the boy’s arms to his side. Jacob could feel the heavy, muscular butt cheeks compress his chest down as he struggled to breathe. Blake’s obscenely large and protruding bulge smashed against the boy's chin, causing the sexy, musty scent of salty sweat and testosterone from the large male’s Lycra-clad crotch to fill Jacob’s nostrils. Jacob would have been in heaven if he didn’t feel like his life was on the line.

The hulking older boy reached back and grabbed a fistful of Jacob’s crotch through his jeans, causing a shriek to escape from the boy's mouth. “Is this too intense for you, Mr. Jacob?" Blake asked, his now scary-looking green eyes glaring down on Jacob’s terrified face.

Blake roughly kneaded and squeezed the boy's package in his hand. “So this is what the puppy’s packing? Not too bad, but I see why my big boy dick and balls might make you feel a bit envious.” Blake squeezed tighter as he practically spat his words at Jacob’s face. 

Jacob could barely speak as he felt like his balls were going to implode in Blake’s unforgiving grip. “Blake! Please stop. I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I think... I think I’m in love with you.” Jacob managed to choke out with watery eyes. 

Blake abruptly let go and moved his right hand to grab a fist full of Jacob’s hair as he looked down into the boy’s eyes with a confused and pissed look on his handsome face. 

"In LOVE WITH ME!?” Blake raised his voice, bellowing out. “Is that your twisted, fucked-up way of loving someone!?” Blake yelled; his tone jolted Jacob out of his internal reflection as he was frozen in silence. 

Blake’s voice was a loud mixture of bitter anger and shocked disbelief at what he was hearing from the scared boy. 

“You’re more stupid and FUCKED UP than I thought.” Blake spit out as he shoved Jacob’s head before reaching back again, this time snaking his large hand down the front of Jacob’s pants, grabbing the boy’s average-sized but plump cum-filled nuts in his strong, tight grip as he pulled up. 

Jacob let out a pain-filled scream as his balls were back to being manhandled by Blake’s strong hand. 

“I’m surprised this isn’t turning your perverted little body on! Not the right mixture of my feet and balls or something?” Blake spoke in a seductive but creepy tone as he looked around. 

He reached over and grabbed his recently discarded boot. He held it by the heel as he placed the leather shaft of the warm sweaty boot over Jacob’s eyes and heavily breathing nose. Blake's oversized underwear-wrapped cock and balls still smashed against the younger boy's chin and mouth. 

Jacob’s senses were once again flooded with the overwhelming erotic scent of the boys warm, sweaty foot scent mixed with worn-out leather. All he could see was the interior darkness of the boot as he deeply breathed the suffocating aroma. Blake flexed his large hand that engulfed the boy’s sensitive churning nuts. Jacob’s dick throbbed and stiffened in response to the sensation of Blake’s heavy bullball-packed underwear pouch, plumply resting on his lips, and the masculine sweaty scent of the hunk's boot. Blake continued to knead his balls. Fear of the unknown was the only thing that prevented Jacob from being in a completely perfect fantasy heaven. 

“There we go, big guy. Don’t hold out on me; take it all in.” Blake calmly and seductively purred, completing fascinated with how easily his own masculine musk could flip a switch and easily turn on the kinky, smaller boy. 

Blake had always thrived off any type of lustful attention. This, however, was new to the beautifully blessed hunk as he felt Jacob’s body quiver below him. 

“I ought to turn your balls to mush; wouldn’t that be an ironic twist? Your own freaky sexual desires causing an end to your pathetic manhood?” Blake threatened in a low voice as he squeezed tighter and slowly stretched Jacob’s balls further from his body. 

Jacob howled in pain as the furious Blake amplified his assault on his delicate young balls. Jacob was legitimately in fear that he was going to be castrated by the strong hunk as he tried to buck from under the bulky boy’s frame. Blake just grinned as he watched Jacob attempt to thrash around and struggle as he applied more pressure and pulled harder. Blake could feel the boys nut meat bulging out between his strong fingers. Jacob didn’t stand a chance in this uneven fight. 

Jacob realized he was going to have to give it his all if he was going to keep his balls intact. His arms were completely pinned to his side by Blake’s thick legs; he could hardly move along with not being able to see a thing. Blake’s warm and strong-smelling boot is still covering his eyes and nose. His attention focused on the feeling of Blake’s ample balls that were still jutting against his chin and lips. Rubbing side to side as he bucked and squirmed under Blake’s weight. 

Jacob opened his mouth as wide as he could, letting the massive organs that rested in the bottom of the sweaty underwear pouch slightly fall into his mouth. They tasted so good through the thin Lycra that encased their salty and tangy oblong mass. Jacob sucked as hard as he could while pushing his face forward, making sure he got a good mouthful as his tastebuds were flooded with the taste of Blake’s delicious ball sweat. They simply couldn’t both fit snuggly in his mouth, so Jacob went for the massive plump right nut that seemed to be most engulfed by his wide open jaws. 

Blake looked down in shock and disbelief as he felt his large balls suddenly become warm and moist as Jacob’s mouth burrowed deep into his crotch. The sexy stud of a bully realized what was about to happen.

Jacob chomped down on Blake’s huge sperm tank hard. Causing Blake to drop the boot he had been holding in place. Jacob could feel the dense, meaty nut compress and squish around in his mouth as his jaw clamped down tightly and he pulled his head back. The taste of Blake’s soaked underwear coated his mouth and throat as he swallowed the hunks fresh savory sweat while bucking even harder. It felt so huge and dense in his crowded mouth! 

Blake let out a soprano scream as his precious gonad was squished by Jacob’s strong mouth. He instinctively braced his hands above the sides of Jacob’s head and tried to pull his prized sexual organs from the feisty and dangerous mouth that continued to chomp down. Jacob kept the tortured orb firmly in his mouth as Blake frantically tried to pull away, stretching his low hanging scrotum and pulling his underwear with it. Blake’s long, fat dick plopped out from his waistband on top of Jacob’s nose, stretching across his eyes and resting along his forehead into his hair as he struggled. Jacob instinctively inhaled deeply as the bigger boy's heavy slab of meat jiggled around on his face like a wrinkly hose. The musk from his plump cock and the feeling of its weight flopping around gave Jacob a full hard-on. 

Blake screamed in anguish. “Jesus Christ, you fucking fag! Let go of my balls! FUCK!” As he threw his head back. 

Jacob finally felt like he was possibly getting an upper hand in this brawl! Blake squeezed his thighs together, squeezing Jacob’s head, and was ready to slam his fist down on the boys face. Jacob braced for impact and chomped down harder on Blake’s large, meaty globe compressed in his mouth. 

“AAAAH! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh god!” Blake wailed, stopping mid-swing as his large nut was squished even more flat. 

Blake’s demeanor changed, and he gently put his large hands on the sides of Jacob’s face and leaned down. The handsome heartthrob had moist eyes, and his face was twisted in pain. 

“Jacob please…. You’re going to crush my nut! Please let me go. I’m sorry I got upset, buddy. I’m stupid sometimes. Please, just quit biting me!" Blake pleaded as he looked into Jacob’s eyes. 

Jacob couldn’t help but have pity. Seeing the handsome boy's perfect face in so much pain and his beautiful green eyes on the verge of shedding tears stung Jacob’s heart. He LOVED Blake’s balls and would never want to actually destroy them. They were the biggest set of perfectly plump balls Jacob had ever seen. 

Jacob slowly opened his mouth, freeing the hung studs massive, swollen gonad. Blake gasped in relief, clutching his plump balls as he tucked his huge dick away. He raised his thick leg to get off the boy's slender body. Jacob took a minute to catch his breath and check his own balls. Blake sat on his knees, hunched over, nursing his oversized, tender manhood. 

Jacob glanced over at Blake and caught the heavily breathing muscular stud gritting his teeth and glaring up at him. His piercing green eyes are even darker and scarier than before, and his upper body muscles are tense and bulging. 

“You’re fucking dead.” He said through his pearly white clenched teeth. 

Adrenaline shot through Jacob as he quickly scrambled up towards the door. Fear of what would happen if the bulky and angry Blake got his hands on him again. 

“SAM! HELP!” Jacob screamed at the top of his lungs, and he reached for the doorknob. 

Blake was charging right behind him, body slamming him into the closed bedroom door. With a loud crack, the boys crumped into the hallway on top of the broken door. Pieces of the wooden door jam showered down on Blake’s back, his huge frame wrapped around Jacob’s body. 

Jacob was withering in pain and gasping for air as Blake slowly stood up over him. Blood was trickling down the side of his head as his broad, sweaty chest pumped. He looked like a deadly fighting machine ready to kill as he stared down at his injured prey. Blake had an evil grin as he roughly pulled Jacob’s pants and underwear down to his ankles in one quick yank. 

Jacob's balls weren’t huge, but they hung down nice and low in their soft sac, resting on the fallen door beneath him. Blake was still panting and grinning as he lined his right foot over Jacob’s plump balls, his toes easily covering both balls. He balanced on his heel as he raised his left foot and placed it on Jacob’s face.

“Do you think your grapes can handle my weight, Jakey-boy? I’m pretty heavy; I wonder how much pressure they’d take before they pop.” Blake said in a low tone as his toes started sinking into Jacob’s ball flesh. 

Jacob groaned a muffled wail as he felt his nuts compressing between the door and Blake’s sweaty warm toes. He could smell the tangy, ripe scent of Blake’s sole and taste the salty foot sweat on his lips. He felt blood pulsing through his dick as it started sprouting to its full six ridged inches. 

“Oh my fucking god...” Blake bellowed as he busted up laughing. “You're STILL getting turned on by me!? Even as I’m about to crush your balls!?” 

He couldn’t contain his chuckling as he took in the bizarre sight. He kept applying more pressure to Jacob’s tender orbs; the nut flesh bulged out between Blake’s toes in discolored bubbles. He ground his left foot on Jacob’s face, feeling his teeth scrape against the bottom of his sweaty foot as Jacob screamed in pain. 

Sam, who had been in Talia’s room, heard Jacob scream his name and the loud commotion of the door breaking that echoed throughout the house. Talia had finally passed out after drunkenly venting to him about boys for close to an hour. 

Sam rushed out of her bedroom down the long hall; he crossed the large upstairs landing and darted towards the hallway on the west side of the house. He quickly ran towards the sound of struggling and screaming that traveled through the house. 

The sight he saw was unbelievable—Jacob’s depantsed body was sprawled on his back, laying on Blake’s broken bedroom door. His cousin, wearing nothing but his skimpy, tight American flag underwear, was stepping on Jacob’s naked balls with one foot and his face with the other. Jacob was squirming and moaning in pain.

Sam knew his best friend was in danger, and he had to act quick. His eyes locked on his bent-over cousin's beefy ass and the massive bulge that hung low between his spread muscular thighs. It vulnerably swayed back and forth, the massive testicles inside clearly outlined in the thin pouch fabric. Sam ran towards the hunk and reached underneath his bubble butt, grabbing a large plump orb in each hand through the bulging underwear. He squeezed hard while yanking back. The impressive bloated nut meat distorted and compressed as Sam treated them like stress balls. 

A piercing shriek tore through the air as Blake’s mouth shot open and his eyes clenched shut. The sudden backwards jerk of Blake’s underwear-covered balls caused his long and thick 7-inch soft dick to bounce out of his underwear and obscenely flop around as Blake tried to reach back for Sam.

Jacob clutched his squished balls, taking a moment to recover as Sam had burly Blake held captive by his testosterone tanks. 

He quickly got up and grabbed for the older boy’s long, floppy cock. The thick, meaty dick felt soft and plump in Jacob’s sweaty grip. He wrapped both hands around Blake’s long, fat shaft and yanked back. Sam was simultaneously stretching Blake’s low-hanging bull balls the other direction. The boys were practically in a game of tug-of-war with the hunk’s manhood. 

Blake was in a whirlwind of pain as his dick and balls were being pulled in different directions from his body. 

“Fuuuuuucccckkk!” Blake screamed in pain so loudly it hurt the boy’s ears. 

Blake continued making loud noises. The sound was a mixture of pain and struggling grunts as he reached his right arm back to grab Sam’s wrists and his left arm forward to grab Jacob’s. The bulging muscle hunk was attempting to pull the boys towards him to relieve the stretching of his manhood. Both boys kept a firm and tight grip as they tried to keep their bodies as far away from Blake's reaching arms as possible while still clutching onto his large appendages. 

Jacob could feel the long dick sliding out of his sweaty grip as he pulled. He kept repositioning a clenched palm closer to the base of Blake’s thick meat, alternating hands to be careful not to lose his hold as he pulled. Sam kept kneading and stretching the massive egg-shaped meatballs that filled each hand. Even though it wasn’t his first time touching Blake’s impressive balls, he couldn't help but admire and get turned on by their densely plump yet squishy feeling. They felt huge and strong, but they were fragile at the same time. 

Blake’s eyes were practically rolling back in his head as he was overwhelmed by the feeling in his neither regions—Jacob, continuing to readjust his sliding hands on Blake’s dick, Sam roughly rubbing and kneaded the hunks huge balls. It was creating a painful but erotic feeling for the tortured stud. Blake’s cock slowly started to become engorged as blood pumped to it; the long, massive dick began to grow and plump up even bigger in Jacob’s moist, slippery hands. Sam continued kneading the plump balls like dough, pushing his thumbs deep into the meaty tissue and rolling them around in his tight grip. 

Jacob was stunned as he felt Blake’s already huge cock start to grow and throb in his tight grip. He looked up at the studs conflicted chiseled features, seeing him closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide in gasps. His struggling seemed to get weaker as he tried to fight his body's response to the feeling of the younger boy’s hands manhandling his meat. Blake’s handsome masculine face looked so sexy as he was trying his best not to be turned on! 

Sam recognized Blake’s moaning take on a sudden pleasurable sound. He could feel Blake’s big cum-filled balls churning and trying to pull towards the hunk’s body as he kept rubbing them, now in a tender way, as he kept his firm grip on them. He could see beads of sweat forming on his cousin's lower back, a clear sign he was slowly losing control of his body. 

Jacob kept letting his slippery palms slide up Blake’s ridged shaft at a quicker pace. It literally felt like he was milking the big stretching piece of meat! Precum started to ooze out of the big boys fat mushroom-headed cock. 

“You’re liking this, huh? Big boy Blake,” said Jacob; he couldn’t help but mock the sexually frustrated bully. 

“Shhhu... uuuuh” Blake tried to respond, but he kept moaning and breathing harder instead. He stared towards the ceiling, his head clouded with confused thoughts as he was failing to hold himself together. 

Blake’s body started to involuntarily shutter, and the muscles in his neck tightened. He held his breath and clenched his eyes shut, unable to believe what was about to happen. 

 

Sam gave his cousin’s bloated balls a firm and tight squeeze, feeling the large, dense orbs compress in his strong hands. Jacob pulled on Blake’s huge banana-shaped dick, feeling it throb and convulse in his damp hands as they slid up the length of the shaft. Blake let out a loud, agonizing, pleasure-filled moan as ropes of cum shot out of his throbbing dick and into Jacob’s face. Sam squeezed the trapped and draining balls with all his might, causing Blake to let out a high-pitched squeal as globs of cum continued to shoot out of his fat dickhead. 

 

Sam continued squeezing Blake’s balls until the stud fell to his knees and collapsed on the hallway floor, unconscious. The pain and pleasure were too much for the drained hunk to handle. 

 

Jacob used his shirt to wipe the unbelievably large amounts of cum off his face. The boys couldn’t help but be turned on by the experience, but they weren’t finished. They worked together to drag Blake’s hulking, limp body to his bed. They stripped the large male of his stretched-out underwear. They then used his various belts to fasten his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to the footboard. He was bound down in a large X shape across the surface of his king-sized bed. 

 

Jacob stood at the footboard looking at their handy work, wishing they could keep him as a bound sex slave forever. He looked at the older boys large, sexy bare feet, admiring how perfect they looked. He started to get himself riled up as he reflected on their scent and taste. He couldn’t help himself; he lowered his face down and took in their ripe scent one last time. They smelled amazing. Blake was obviously hygienic and took very good care of himself, but his active masculine feet created the most erotic salty and tangy musk scent after marinating in his warm boots all day. Jacob stuck his tongue out against the sole of the unconscious boy's foot. His tongue licked from Blake’s heel up to his long, sweaty toes. He shuttered as the salty, tangy flavor filled his mouth. 

 

Sam had to look away, his face slightly disgusted. “I don’t think I will ever understand that... no offense... Did you get enough toe jam to get you by?” Sam tried to sound serious and hold back his laughter as he asked the question. 

 

Jacob glared at his best friend, “No offense taken. I had a rough night and deserve to let loose. You took forever to help me, I was almost killed!” Jacob said, unable to help but smile and laugh as he realized how lucky he had gotten.  

Sam busted out laughing, “WE talked about waiting to bust him after he passed out drunk. Whatever YOU got yourself into was NOT part of the plan!” He reminded Jacob as he looked at his bound cousin’s naked body. His balls being slightly swollen made the huge, sore-looking orbs appear to be even bigger. 

 The two boys started to panic as they realized that they were going to have to do something when Blake woke up. They’d have to make sure he wasn’t going to attack once he was untied.

 The curly-headed blonde slowly stirred awake, his bright green eyes looking around, realizing that he was bound naked to his bed. He pulled hard at the restraints fastened to his arms, causing his huge biceps to pump and flex as he tried to break free. His soft, thick, long dick flopped around, and his massive, swollen man-eggs bounced from side to side in their low-hanging, clean shaven pouch as the stud thrashed around. Sam and Jacob watched quietly, turned on by the sight of the muscular hunk struggle. He really did look like a Greek god, completely perfect other than his personality. 

 Blake realized he wasn’t alone. “Sammy, what’s wrong with you? We’ve grown up together; I’ve known you your whole life, and now you’re getting roped into this gay fetish stuff too!?” Blake had a look of disappointment and betrayal in his eyes. 

 Sam sighed and closed his eyes to think before speaking. “No one here is GAY Blake.” Sam looked over at Jacob and then decided he was done with the charade. “OK, fine. I’m bisexual. Always have been. Jacob DOES have a foot fetish, as you found out; but dude, you don’t need to treat people like shit for being who they are.”

 Sam could feel himself getting angry as he spoke, “You’d think a self-absorbed person like yourself would be flattered that someone like Jacob is fascinated with something as stupid and smelly as your old sweaty boots.” He glared at his cousin, “You crossed a line and got carried away, forcing us to take you down. No one even tried to cause you to blow a load; you did that all on your own, buddy.” Sam practically spat out. 

 Blake suddenly felt humiliated, remembering that he shot strings of cum directly onto the boy’s face. He reflected on his somewhat unusual method of confronting Jacob earlier in the night. 

 Blake had a genuine look in his eyes as he turned his head to Jacob. “You’re right, Sammy; I’m sorry, Jay. I’m sorry I hurt you and scared you. That wasn’t cool, and I deserved what I got.” Blake said in his calm, deep, rich voice before letting out a sigh, “So what happens now?” He asked while glancing over at his restraints.

 Sam unfolded his arms and went over to reach for his cousin's bound wrist.

 Jacob was quickly snapped out of his reflection of Blake’s apology, “WHOA! Wait Sam!” He spouted. “Blake has attacked me twice tonight! The second time was RIGHT after he apologized and called a truce!” Jacob said, looking terrified as he spoke.

 Blake closed his eyes, realizing that he didn’t have the best track record so far. He slowly nodded his head while thinking and staring straight ahead at the wall. “So, what would make you feel more comfortable, Jake?” He asked in a low, calm voice. 

 Jacob got a smirk on his face as he took his phone out and opened his camera. “I need pictures of you that you’d never want anyone to see. As long as you play nice, they never will be seen.” Jacob tried not to sound too excited as he spoke.

 Blake chuckled in disbelief and threw his head back while looking at the ceiling. “So you want to suck my dick or something on camera to blackmail me?” Blake sarcastically paraphrased in an unhappy tone.

 Sam sighed, “Dude, no one wants to suck your dic..” He didn’t get out the full sentence before Jacob interrupted him.

 “YES! A video of that will help me trust you.” Jacob said, getting turned on by Blake’s idea.

Blake’s head shot back up; he wasn’t being literal when he asked. He realized that he was completely screwed now. “Jeeeeesus…” he groaned before letting out a chuckle and shaking his head in disbelief. “WHATEVER… let’s just get this over with and move on.” He rumbled in a miserable tone. 

Jacob looked like a little kid on Christmas as he quickly handed his phone to Sam and climbed up between the hunks spread legs. 

Blake was breathing heavily, starting to get nervous as the idea was starting to get put into motion. “Jay, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to get hard... I don’t think this is going to work. How about you just take nude pictures of me? Then you can feel safe, and we can all just move on.” Blake tried to calmly plead.

 Sam reminded Blake that he purposely leaked his own nude photos in high school to flaunt his body in an attempt to pick up girls. Blake knew he was completely fucked and decided it was going to be faster to just comply with whatever the boys wanted. He was worn out and sore and just wanted to be unbound. 

Jacob got off the bed to grab a bandanna from Blake’s dresser. He climbed back on top of the hunk to blindfold him; his knee roughly bumped his bulging nuts by accident. Blake let out a high-pitched squeal as he felt Jacob’s hard knee make contact with his large, tender orbs. Jacob apologized and quickly blindfolded the sexy blonde country stud and moved back down between his massive thighs. 

Blake was breathing heavily, trying to pretend what was going on wasn’t his reality, while he was temporarily only able to see darkness. 

Jacob slowly rubbed Blake’s thighs with one hand and massaged his swollen nuts with the other. The meaty oblong orbs felt so plump and massive in Jacob’s hands. He felt the urge to squeeze the nut meat but wanted to get Blake turned on first before he got rough with his sore plumbs. Blake couldn’t help but moan in genuine pleasure as Jacob scooped up one of his big meatballs and started to suck on it while playing with the studs huge soft dick. The massive nut tasted like salty sweat as Jacob used his tongue to apply a little pressure while sucking. Blood quickly started to rush to Blake’s dick and caused it to inflate like a balloon in Jacob’s hand.

Sam propping the recording phone on Blake’s dresser, angling it toward the bed. He quietly snuck over to join the fun, not being able to just sit back and watch. Jacob let go of Blake’s long throbbing dick and let Sam anonymously take over stroking. Jacob slid his hands up Blake's chiseled abs to his meaty pecs as Sam quickened the pace of his stroking. Jacob was so turned on he wasn’t even thinking as he let his desires take over. He started kissing and sucking on Blake’s neck, and the straight stud gasped and moaned uncontrollably. 

Sam started rolling Blake’s balls around, using his palm to massage them as he stroked his engorged dick. 

Jacob continued sucking and lightly nibbling on Blake’s neck. The bound stud was completely in his own fantasy land by this point; he had blocked out what was really going on and let his arousal completely take over. Unexpectedly, Blake turned his blindfolded face towards Jacob and locked lips with the boy. He nibbled Jacob’s lips as he passionately started making out with him. Sticking his tongue in the younger boy’s mouth. Jacob was shocked but more than happy to go along with it. He never had made out with a guy, and the fact it was the masculine Blake made it feel like a once in a lifetime opportunity for him. Jacob could feel the stubble of the older boy’s short facial hair as Blake gently nibbled and sucked on his lower lip. 

Blake breathed hard, taking a breath to whisper “I’m getting close” in Jacob’s ear. Before his mouth kissed Jacob’s cheek, making its way back to his lips.

Sam was caught off guard by the sight of his straight cousin passionately making out with his best friend. He tried not to feel jealous, but he couldn’t help it. Blake was just THAT type of guy—one that could beat someone up and treat them like shit and they would still happily blow him and make out with him. He kept pumping Blake’s massive cock and roughly kneading his huge churning balls as he watched the two. Jealousy slowly forming inside him. Sam had to accept that he’d never have the same sex appeal as his older cousin. The guy was blessed in every way. 

Blake started moaning louder and thrusting his hips while Sam jacked him off. He was making out with Jacob more aggressively as all his muscles started tensing up. Sam started using both his hands to pump Blake’s long throbbing dick as he sat up straight on his knees between the older boys muscular thighs. He quickly noticed that Blake’s huge low-hanging plump balls were now bouncing around wildly with the pumping and Blake’s thrusting. They made moist thwacking sounds as they bounced around from the mattress, Sam’s wrists, and Blake’s huge thighs. 

Sam stared at the huge, obscenely bouncing orbs as he kept pumping. He glanced up and saw Blake and Jacob continuing to make out as Blake moaned and breathed louder. Sam could tell the country stud was going to blow any second. He slowly raised his knee while keeping his hands pumping at a fast pace. As Blake’s massive man-eggs hit the mattress, Sam slammed his knee down, pinning the churning orbs between his knee and the mattress. 

“AAAAAH OOOOH!” Blake shrieked as his sweaty body started shuttering uncontrollably. Sam could feel the large meaty orbs compress under his knee as he applied more of his weight and pumped faster. Blake’s dick throbbing and started spraying ropes of cum in the air as Sam continued to grind his knee into the fat bullocks pinned below it. Blake screamed in pain and pleasure as the last few globs were pumped out. 

Sam lifted his knee, letting Blake’s drained balls recover and pull up towards the heavily breathing studs body.

Jacob felt kind of bad that Sam went so hard on Blake. He carefully reached up and started releasing Blake’s bound wrists. Sam got off the bed and stopped the recording phone. Blake started quietly rubbing his balls as Jacob made his way down to free his ankles from the belts holding them to the footboard. 

“I’m going to get you some ice and aspirin, man.” Sam said quietly as he turned to leave the room and head downstairs. 

Jacob sat on the bed next to the muscular tan country boy in awkward silence. “Are you going to be ok?” Jacob asked, looking over at Blake’s face, trying to read him.

Blake chucked, “My balls hurt, I just made out with a dude, and now I’m covered in my own cum,” he let out a sigh of disbelief and put his hands behind his head. 

Blake’s face looked deep in thought. “That surprisingly was a really good orgasm, though…. I’m gonna to be ok… I really am sorry for the way I treated you, Jacob.” Blake said before glancing over at the younger boy.

Jacob grinned, “You more than made up for it, man. Don’t worry about it… I’m glad you had a good orgasm, it looked awesome.” Jacob said as he glanced at the cum on Blake’s abs. 

Blake stared down at the mess and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I should probably get cleaned up I guess.” 

Jacob put his hand on Blake’s arm to stop him. “Would you be ok if I cleaned you up?” Jacob asked softly.

Blake’s piercing green eyes stared deep into Jacob’s soft hazel eyes as he gave a nervous but consenting nod. Jacob slowly bent over Blake’s abdomen and started licking up the large amounts of cum. He followed the trails and puddles of spunk up to Blake’s pecs. Talking in and swallowing the salty flavor. He looked up into Blake’s eyes while licking the cum off his lips and chin. 

Blake was frozen stiff and breathing quick, short breaths as he stared back at Jacob. He suddenly reached and grabbed Jacob by the back of the head and pulled him in, kissing him on the lips. 

Blake wasn’t sure what he felt anymore. He didn’t know if he loved Jacob or if he loved that Jacob was in love with him. The only thing he did know is that night of worship, pleasure, and pain had opened a new door for the big stud. 

The End?