A Little Bet at Training Practice written by Jimmy

 

A Little Bet at Training Practice

 

by Jimmy

 

 

 

 

Here is the fourth and final story staring Gino Gomez. It's twenty pages full of action. Hope you all like it   ~Jimmy

The wrestling Coach Logan Krueger is breathing hard just like both of the Gomez brothers in front of him.

Jayden and Gino Gomez are on the mats, Jayden is clutching a stich in his side and Gino is flat on his back saying in between breathes “I…hate running.” Gino huffs taking careful gulps of much needed air.

“It’s important” Logan says, not even breathing hard.

“…is it?” Gino asks, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. All three are wearing their singlets. Gino’s is pulled down around his waist, the straps tucked in on the sides so that his bare chest is visible. Sweat glistens his muscular upper body, his pectorals have a small droplets running down the center.

“Yes, otherwise I would be torturing you with something else. You two are the only ones left from the original Bartlet team that we know from last year, I am expecting a lot from you.” Logan’s words seem to make Jayden perk up, stand a little straighter and releasing his side.

“You can count on me” Jayden says, nodding. “Gino too. This year we will make you proud coach. Besides…you are also still here, Logan. That makes three.”

“Goody tissues. Get a little closer and kiss his ass too” Gino scoffs, too tired to laugh at his own joke.

Jayden’s cheeks redden and he turns to pounce on Gino, but Logan gets there first blocking Jayden with one hand on his chest.

“I had a different idea in mind.”

Jayden’s eyebrows raise in wonder and he asks “What sort of training do you…suggest?”

Coach Krueger’s blue eyes sparkle as he says “First…let’s watch a video.”

In Coach Logan Krueger’s office, he seems to have made it homey. A big leather coach is on one end, and his wrestling trophies and framed singlets cover one wall beside his red maple desk. A mounted television finishes another video of Logan and some of the other Ballbusting Boys wrestling and forcing each other to cum.

Gino Gomez is hard, rubbing himself openly as he stares at the screen and his friend Logan. The pair did not have the best start to their friendship and frequently fought but over the past year when Gino turned from seventeen to eighteen the two’s relationship changed. Potentially it was from saving Jayden, or when he joined the BB cast. But in either case, Gino and Logan got to be good pals.

“You want us three to make a video?” Gino asks, one arm falling over Jayden’s shoulders. Jayden sitting in the middle between the two eighteen year old studs goes rigid at Gino’s touch.

“I don’t think---ughh!”

Gino’s other hand squeezes his brother’s balls, in an excellent nutclaw that Jayden did not see coming. Jayden’s already tense body shudders as Gino’s fingers plow into his soft tissue. The singlet pouch between Jayden’s legs squishes as Gino’s hand warps his balls in a tight embrace.

Jayden gasps and tries to pull back but Gino has him exactly where he wants him and tightens his grip. “You ain’t going any—aaaaaaaaaah! My nuts!”

Logan’s punch slams into Gino’s groin like an anvil and Gino releases his brother. Gino’s nuts throb in his cupped hands, as he sucks in his stomach as pain blossoms and booms against his fingers clutching tightly to his recently punched scrotum.

“Guys! I didn’t mean you two fighting each other. You do that every day…I mean against me. It’s been a long time since you have fought me, and I have learned a lot in my classes, and as a coach I learned some even sneakier ways to bust a guy’s nuts on the mat and make your opponent spill their seed,” Logan says standing up and starting to walk around his office getting into his explanation.

“It’s all about not getting caught, knocking your opponent off their game, and having a blast while busting some balls. So here is the challenge if you two are up for it. Wrestle with me…ten minutes each. If you cum at all or tap out…you lose and on our first day back you are the testing dummy from nut hits for the day. Deal?”

Gino and Jayden look at each other, both clearly worried about what will happen if they lose.

“And if we win?” Jayden asks. “Then what?”

Logan smiles brightly showing all his perfect white teeth as the blonde says “Win, and I will be the test dummy for the nutkicks…so do we have a deal?”

Gino answers quickly “Fuck yeah!”

Immediately Gino is on his feet and standing up. One hand is still cupped around his balls, but Gino’s erection is on full display. He does not seem to care in the least bit. The mushroom head is pressed against the singlet showing off his religion for anyone curious but both Jayden and Logan have seen him naked plenty of times, and Gino has never been shy.

Jayden is still wincing, his nuts have been even more sensitive lately since his growth spurt and as he gradually gets to his feet he nods and almost goes down to one knee as he holds his balls with both hands.

“Okay…whatever you want Logan.”

Logan claps his hands, his smile growing. “I knew that I could count on you two to make it fun. Let’s head to the mat, coin flip to see who goes first.”

It was over in a second and Jayden Gomez’s fate was sealed.

“Heads…you lose Jayden. You will be facing me first, captain.”

Jayden gulps looking up from Logan’s hand with the quarter facing the wrong way, but he has never been lucky.

“So it is.”

Gino laughs “You are going to get your ass handed to you, Jayden. This will be fun to watch!”

Jayden’s eyes narrow “Don’t laugh too much, you have to face Logan next.” Jayden’s warning seems to fall flat as Gino shakes his head and grabs a folding chair positioning it as close to the mat as he can.

“I want ringside seats to this mess.”

Rolling his eyes, Jayden starts warming up. Gino’s eyes never leave his brother’s body as he stretches. One arm over his head, Gino can see Jayden’s full abdomen as his body twists. Logan nearby watches and gives Jayden some pointers. Jayden nods and adjusts to Logan’s suggestions.

“Honestly it will be an hour to wrestle with you, Jayden. After all you helped win us that trophy at the end of my last year here. That was awesome.”

Jayden smiles bashfully. “I…thanks bro. That means a lot.”

Logan gives him a wink as he gets into position. “I’m not going to take it easy on you, just so you know.”

Sighing Jayden gets into his wrestling stance. Logan out classes him in height and weight, something that Jayden is used to. He might be growing larger below the belt…but he is still shorter than either his brother or Logan. In addition, Logan is a pro wrestler and has been doing so for years. Even the college recognized his abilities and made him coach during his first semester in college…to say that Logan is a beast on the mat would be an understatement and any match with Logan should be treated with care.

“I’m ready” Jayden says in a quiet whisper, and he prepares himself as Logan charges in, not wasting any time.

Gino starts the stop watch his eyes down for only a moment and when he looks up Jayden is prone on his back, and groaning as Logan hovers above one hand grabbing his singlet, twisting the material in his fist. The other hand grapples Jayden’s scrotum, squishing his balls as he yanks him over his head, every muscle in Logan’s back and shoulders straining as he bench presses Jayden above his head.

Jayden sucks in a breath clearly in distress as Logan’s fingers sink deep into his boyhood.

“As you can see Jayden and Gino, this is a classic move…but instead of grabbing the upper thigh you can get a great ball squeeze in here, and if you position the hand next to your opponents thigh like this the referee might miss it entirely…your opponent will not.” Logan looks up into Jayden’s squished up face as he squashes his nuts in his face. “You feel that, right buddy?”

“Y—yep! Oh man…my boynuts…that…stings a lot!” Jayden’s voice is strained, and high pitchy, breaking up at certain points as the pain sinks in.

“Now obviously you can’t keep an opponent here…but I’m going to show you Gino the basics on the move so that when you try it…you can really get into his crotch like this…and squeeze here. Gravity is a kicker too.” Logan explains, pointing out the finer details while Jayden groans, trying to pull himself up, or sneak out of the hold but his position in the air is so precarious he can do little else but endure and struggle.

Gino’s eyes are on Logan’s grip and he finds himself getting…angry. He turns to Logan and says “I get it. What else do you got?”

The cool demeanor is not lost on Logan and he says “Scared for Jayden?”

Gino doesn’t answer, which is an answer in itself.

Jayden gasps suddenly, his gasping mouth gapping at a sudden change in the pain, and he grabs Logan’s arm crying out “UUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhh!” The pain worsening with every breath.

Logan slams Jayden onto the mat, casing his all four limbs to shoot out. Jayden starfishes the mat, breathing ragged as Logan stands back up gazing down at the fallen boy.

“Now…things are going to get interesting.”

Gino can tell that Jayden needs recovery time…but Logan is not going to give him a moment as he pulls him up to standing. Jayden wobbles and manages to throw back an elbow. Logan catches it as he drops down to one knee and says, “This one will leave a mark.” Logan hammers up an uppercut straight between Jayden’s legs. His balls have nowhere to go as Logan’s hardened muscle plows right into his bulge.

Jayden’s eyes widen, meeting his brother’s as his feet lift off the floor. It’s all Gino can do to stay seated, as he watches Logan manhandle his little brother. The rage booms inside of him, and Gino’s fingers dig into the metal chair while Jayden’s whole world is rocked from his double impacted nuts flattening and crushed against his own body as he is airlifted once more.

“This move is called the high crotch” Logan says.

The move is just how it sounds. Jayden is up again on Logan’s arm, the other holding his chest as he proudly displays Jayden towards Gino. Logan continues the move, using his arm to caress and squish Jayden’s nuts as he flexes as well as the base of his dick. Soon, Jayden couldn’t control his moans of pleasure and pain a Logan’s thick arm rubs the underside of his cock.

Jayden’s hands are around Logan’s arm between his legs trying to pull-up and give his scrotum some breathing room as Logan defies gravity and keeps Jayden aloft, his own body squishing and mashing his gonads into Logan’s muscle. Logan flex’s and the move smooshes Jayden’s nuts even further causing his eyes to water as he looks over Gino’s shoulder eyes not comprehending as his breath quickens.

Gino knows that face. His brother is getting horny.

Logan smiles at Gino stating “This is highly effective to from the initial hit, to the long exposure of nut crunching. Again, you can’t do this move for long…the referee will notice.”

Putting Jayden back on his feet, Jayden slopes down to his knees. Jayden’s eyes are closed as he grabs his balls, mouth ajar moaning “My balls, my boyballs…oh shiiit. That…sucked…god…I need…a minute.”

“You know that I ain’t going to give you one Jayden.”

Logan grins and looks over at Gino “Time check?”

“Six minutes left.”

“Then I better get busy.”

Gino grimaces and Jayden’s eyes blink open. “Out oh.”

Logan grabs Jayden by his scruffy hair and presses him into a pretzel on the mat clearly trying to get him into a specific position. Jayden squirms in Logan’s grasp but it’s like a wrestling with a grizzly bear and you are the spring fawn. Playing the game this way, Jayden would never win, but he didn’t plan on beating Logan only lasting long enough. Logan about to mount him finds a knee thrusted up between his barely parted thighs, swinging like mad into his bulge. Logan pauses only a moment feeling Jayden’s bony thigh digging straight up along his thighs and nailing his groin again in a perfect crushing strike that nails his balls up and into his hardened stomach.

“Not bad” Logan grunts, as Jayden pulls back to nail him with a third knee. “A referee would never see that under my bulk.” Logan blocks Jayden’s attempt trapping his knee and maneuvering him into the position that he was seeking before, Jayden on his knees, one arm dangerously underneath him between his wide-opened spread thighs with the other across his chest. When Logan’s hands meet in the middle and he pulls upwards, Jayden’s breath catches in his throat…or maybe that’s his balls he is choking on as Logan squeezes, his wrist gliding up and along his chubby penis, and smooshing his balls against his pelvis.

Jayden groans, arms in a push-up position trying to pull free.

Gino watches fascinated as Logan works over Jayden, crushing his boyhood as he pulls upwards, shaking Jayden so that his arm gets equal access to both testicles as he squishes his scrotum along his wrist. Fingering his erection he watches one hand of Jayden’s reaching up like a tag team match and Gino longs to reach out and give it a tap. Only he likes to truly own his little brother, anyone else that does the same will feel his full wrath.

“How you holding up?” Logan asks as he shakes Jayden’s limp body in a cradle, the boy not able to respond in coherent words only moans. His dick is fattening, and Gino can see it in Jayden’s eyes so is his resolve to win.

“Come on Jayden…how…IS…THIS?!” Logan hugs Jayden tightly to him, his back pressed against Logan’s chest as his arm repeated bangs against his cock and bulls, the squishy nuggets reshaping and smooshing on every upward tug of Logan’s mighty hold.

“This is the cradle…as you can see Gino…it’s a very effective maneuver.”

Jayden opens his mouth but only a small gaging sound comes out as he grunts, as Logan’s arm swings upwards again slamming hard into his groin. Jayden’s head falls down lowering to his chest while his arms give out and he lays gasping against the mat. The side of Jayden’s face presses firmly against the blue mat as the overhead lights blare down upon the wrestling pair lighting them up and silhouetting their shadows next to the struggling teens. Once more Jayden tries to say something, but nothing comes to him and he closes his eyes as his erection expands along the inseam of his singlet, the slight friction causes a bit of wetness at the tip that his big brother does not fail to notice. The spongey crown of Jayden’s erection peeks out and is thrusted upwards against his stomach as Logan actively tries to crush his nuts in his scrotum with one more upwards shove of his locked arms.

Logan flexes his arms holding the move until he hears Jayden exhale, a wild and excited gleam in his blue eyes. The wrestler coach turns his gaze from Jayden struggling in his arms and to his older brother saying “Because of how Jayden is locked in my grasp most referees would overlook this crushing maneuver allowing you ample time to crush your opponents nuts…like so.” Logan emphasizes certain words by using his cradling grasp to nail Jayden’s meaty scrotum with two banging arm stabs hitting Jayden in his family jewels earning him two loud grunts from the teen.

“Ohhh uhhhhh…. Ah…..ah….ah…. Logan…” whimpers Jayden, his fingers leaving small indents in the mat as he attempts to crawl away. Jayden’s eyes bug open, his dark muddy brown eyes full of testicular agony as Logan continues to hammer into his soft bulge, every upwards crack against his genitals weakening him. The pain overwhelms Jayden’s senses and he groans, his body unable to withstand the continued onslaught to his sensitive swollen boynuts.

Gino’s eyes flick to the stopwatch and he clears his throat saying “Hang on Jayden…two minutes left, bro. You are almost there.”

Jayden’s balls are aching and throbbing, but with barely two minutes left in this horrendous match against Logan Jayden tries to ignore the pain and make it to the end. The filthy bastard that holds onto him turns him over onto his back, his coach maneuvering Jayden onto his back a wide grin on Logan’s face as he delivers a nasty punch to his exposed nuts saying “Sometimes you just don’t care if a ref sees or not!” The low blow hits with a hard finality to the white knuckled punch hitting Jayden directly into his scrotum, and flattening his nutbag completely as Logan nails his balls to the mat. Jayden’s erection still hard moves up, as if pulled by invisible strings but in actuality his nutcords yank up the appendage to an obscene level giving everyone in the gymnasium a view of Jayden’s hardon. Every aspect of Jayden’s long plump dick is on display from the mushroom head, to the vein down the middle.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUgggggggh! Not…again! My balls, oooh my balls…Logan…oh…oh….uuuugh!” Jayden squeals his body jerking and back twisting violently as Logan’s knuckles scrape down his balls.

Logan wolf whistles at the amount of damage that the young Gomez brother can take. “Impressive, Jayden…you sure can take a beating.”

Jayden’s only response is a low moan as the time ticks slowly, and steadily down. Breathing hard, Jayden’s vision blurs as the full contacted punch drained what little Jayden still had left in reserves. The pain is so terrible that Jayden could not breathe, and Logan got closer pushing Jayden’s hands away as he attempts to protect his groin.

“You won’t need to do that” Logan says as he grabs Jayden’s testicles and gave a quick squeeze and pull. Jayden gasps, terror fills him as Logan latches onto his scrotum. The pain in Jayden’s abdomen multiples, his legs trembling as Logan’s hand squishes down his plump gonads with each squeeze. The cruel pain stays put, and intensifies the longer that Logan squishes Jayden’s nuts. Powerless to do anything Jayden watches on as Logan’s fingers sink deeper and harder into his nuts.

Logan’s other hand he reaches down and slowly envelopes Jayden’s hard shaft in his large hand, holding the turgid tube, feeling its warmth through the thin fabric of Jayden’s singlet and his inner power of his erection. Jayden’s eyes glaze over at Logan’s touch, as he slowly works his fingers along the hard shaft, caressing the mushroom head, tracing the visible veins through the silky material, along the urethral tube along the undershaft, and feeling the shifting skin of Jayden’s erection beneath his fingers. Logan’s fingers softly fingers the stiff organ, touching it, teasing it making Jayden get even harder still as he manipulates Jayden further.

Logan’s grip on Jayden’s testicular sack quickens, as he pushes his handhold further up between the boy’s legs as he holds and hefts Jayden’s heavy sack. The wrinkled skin tightens as Logan’s fingers sink deeper into Jayden, the boy’s scrotum held deftly in place by his rough grip intensifies with the long held crushing grip.

“Thirty seconds” calls Gino, his breath comes in raggedly as he pumps his own cock as Logan does the same to his younger brother. The look of pure pleasure and pain mixed on Jayden’s confused face makes Gino speed up, as his cock throbs watching Logan jack him off.

Jayden is beside himself with desire and pain. Jayden is terrified of his first real day being captain and having to be the punching bag for his new wrestling team, and he does not want to lose control and start shooting a load of spunk into Logan’s hand—not again, like when he first joined the team. He’s too old to fall for that old trick again. Jayden tries to steel himself…with only thirty seconds left he should be able to make it…he should be able to hold it in. That fear is the only thing that actively suppresses his need for release. Yet, Jayden’s body is so erotically charged, so primed for a good, long nut-draining squirt, that he is afraid to even breathe, fearing the sudden intake of breath would trigger an explosion further down between his legs. The youth closes his eyes, trying to think of something—anything at all—that would prevent his growing desire, but all of his senses are trained on Logan’s hand holding his nutsack and squishing his balls like a wet rag and trying to drain him of his seed—and no, not…that! Logan now massages his hard shaft, stroking the silken cockhead, the tender touches, and long strokes slowly push him over the edge, and Jayden knows—he knows that his willpower cannot hold out much longer.

“Ten seconds!” Gino almost shouts with glee, but neither Logan nor Jayden seem to notice his interruption.

Logan’s steady hand is trembling as continues to gently touch and stroke the teen’s hard meat. Logan can tell that young Jayden is almost beside himself with lust and pain, and the aching need to release his pent-up load. The concentration on Logan’s face as the last few seconds tick by are excruciating because he wants this…he wants Jayden to come, and come hard. Logan smiles, enjoying the power that he holds over Jayden, the virile young athlete, now writhes helpless, his hips thrusting up slightly matching Logan’s tempo as he jacks him off, his breath coming in short gasps as his arousal continues to build toward a crescendo that would leave him spend and weakened.

“Five, four, three—” Gino says counting down the last few seconds trying to break the spell that Logan has over his younger brother. Desperate now, Gino watches painfully aware of Logan edging Jayden ever closer to the final moments but time is now on their side and he grins with wild anticipation of Logan’s failure.

“Jayden, you are almost there—in a few moments, you will cum. I can feel it—let go!” Logan encourages over Gino’s counting. “In a few moments, it will be over.”

Jayden groans aloud, his balls spasming in Logan’s hard death grip on his bloated low hangers as he falls back to the mat, sinking into the soft cushion of the mat so warm under his skin. Jayden can no longer resist anyway—his cock is totally engorged—swollen and pulsing, feeling ready to burst—and Jayden could suddenly feel his cockhead growing damp as his pre-cum begins leaking in earnest from his piss slit, the bulbous head fattening as he drizzles more fluid.

“—two, one, zero! You did is Jayden, you held out!” Gino says, jumping as the buzzer goes off and he pumps the air in victory. Jayden did it! Gino almost can’t believe it. He whoops turning his back on the wrestlers and pumping his arms, “Yes, you won!”

Ignoring the elder brother completely Logan says “Yes, you are almost there…I could stop but we both know that you don’t want that…right, Jayden?” Logan asks quietly, moving his body over Jayden’s, his shadow falling over the prone boy. Jayden can’t move, everything tingles but Logan catches the barest of nods, and takes that as permission and continues with his plan.

“I…I…” Jayden tries to speak through his clenched teeth, as he struggles hopelessly to calm his body, despite the overwhelming need he feels to shoot his burning load. “I won’t last…much longer…”

Logan grins, his gaze momentarily flicking to Jayden’s older brother as he scratches Jayden’s undershaft in that oh so sensitive spot. Jayden knows that this is it—he starts losing whatever control that he had left of his own body, and his sexual emission is now being directed to Logan, his wrestling coach. A few more gentle prods of Logan’s fingers, and light rubbing of Jayden’s hard gonads in Logan’s fist is all it takes, as Jayden’s scrotum tightens against the base of his shaft, and Jayden surrenders completely, losing all control.

Gino turns back as Jayden moans and breathes out “Hey, why are you still—stop! That’s my load to take!” Gino yells moving to the mat to stop Logan from doing exactly what he had planned to do after this training session. But Gino is far too late to stop this.

Jayden groans deeply, closing his eyes, and feeling his cock twitch and jump frantically in Logan’s tight fist as he begins to spew a load of hot teen seed. Shooting erratically, Jayden can feel the warm spunk spraying up and onto his abdomen and chest slipping through the spandex of his Lycra singlet. Opening his muddy brown eyes, he is caught in amazement as his singlet is soaked, the red Bartlet team color darkening from his fountain of white, thick cream shooting from his stiff dick—arching up and out of his steadily pumped held squirting hose.

Another shadow falls over the wrestling pair, breaking the closeness of the two as Logan says “Man, you came more than last time little buddy. Must be the captain in you now. You pumped out a wicked big load.”

“Th—thanks” Jayden squeaks, as Logan wrings out his scrotum with one long squeeze, both nuts pounding once in his grasp before Gino shoves Logan off hard across the mat. Logan rolls once over and on fours turns back to Gino, whose dark eyes are flashing with anger as he squats down to his younger sibling.

“Jayden…are you alright?”

Jayden’s pounding heart slowly begins to slow down, the aftershocks of his orgasm still floating through his system emitting powerful pleasure in his belly. But then, his balls pang with an insistent panging throb as his recently emptied scrotum starts discharging the full amount of pain that he has been feeling the whole match.

“Ohhh…man…my balls…” Jayden’s face turns to his brother. “He…worked me over good bro.” Jayden moans, now able to hold his damp, soaked singlet pouch and trembles at the feel of his still throbbing family jewels in his cupped hands.

Gino gently, picks him up, cradling his brother to his chest and whispering in his ear “You won, Jayden. You came after the ten minute mark…and not before. You are a winner.”

“Don’t feel like one” Jayden says, half-smiling, shame coloring his cheeks crimson red matching his wrestling uniform perfectly.

“But you are.” Gino lowers Jayden to the metal folding chair, and messes with his curls earning him a small smiles, before Jayden tenses sucking his breath and mouthing ‘My balls, my balls’ and folds his body protectively into a fetal position on the metal chair seat, legs firmly tucked up against his ass in a small ball.

Gino turns back to Logan who says, one eye brow raised “Your turn next buddy.”

The wet stain on the mat between then evidence of Logan’s last encounter with Jayden glares up at the pair as Gino takes a step forward next to the wet spot of Jayden’s spent semen.

“I’m not so easily going to let you beat me, Logan.” Gino says, starting the timer and dropping it to the mat below. The ten minutes starts to tick as Gino getting into a wrestling stance adds “And when I beat you all the younger high schoolers are going to love you being their test dummy when they learn how to kick a guy in the balls…I bet that they get good at it real quick, because it’s not going to be my brother now. And it sure as hell won’t be me!” Gino thunders rushing forward and shooting up a knee aiming at Logan’s big basket between his big thighs.

Logan twists at the last moment, blocking the blow and shoving Gino back as he takes the knee to his side. The hit smarts and Logan winces and says “That was a cheap shot…the refs will certainly notice and disqualify you if you—oh!” Logan ducks again as Gino’s foot soars up between his legs, wind hitting his groin but Logan just barely manages to evade another strike from Gino who lets out a roar of anger as he misses Logan’s groin by inches. Fresh anger fumes in Gino as he turns back to Logan, eyes glaring in determined unfettered rage and lashes out with a quick upper body grab. Gino lifts Logan up saying gruffly between his bared teeth “I’m going to fuck you up, Logan. I don’t care about learning anything this match. You hurt my brother, now I am going to hurt you.”

Logan dangles in midair for a moment, as Gino squeezes Logan’s upper body in bear hug crushing his ribs with arms pinned and locked at his legs. The wrestling coach can’t take a breath but he does not need to as he swings one foot backwards between Gino’s widely spread legs that he uses to hold this position. While Gino is a big solid guy at eighteen, Logan is no light weight and they both weigh roughly the same amount. Gino is straining to maintain the hold as Logan’s heel connects with his plums, flattening them in an instant against his pubic bone with a hard well-earned crunch.

The noticeable crunch of Gino’s balls is first heard, and then felt by the eldest Gomez brother as Logan’s foot is yanked out between Gino’s legs. The shoe scrapes Gino’s upper thighs, he didn’t even realize that his body had trapped the sneaker until it was popped out leaving his testicles swinging freely once more like pendulums bouncing against his body, each ball ricocheting against the other. Every tiny ping makes the intensity of Logan’s quick, but accurate kick all the worse.

“NNnnng” grunts Gino, stumbling forward with Logan still in air, his body swaying as Gino tries to maintain the hold and squeeze his body harder.

Logan has not taken a breath in thirty seconds and he really needs to, he swings back his heel again, this time mustering up even more speed as he swings it first forward, than backwards. Two hard SPLATS follow as Logan’s foot connects with one ball, quickly followed by its twin. Logan feels Gino’s body tense against the impact and Logan grinds his foot against Gino’s groin feeling the nuts squish and try to slip free. Not allowing Gino’s balls to squirm free, Logan twists his heel pinning the pair against Gino’s thigh and adding an extra dig of his foot in trying to smoosh the pair even further against the muscle.

Gino sucks in a breath through his nose and drops Logan, keeling over to grab his scrotum. “Uuuuugh fuck…you are so….dead.” Gino squeaks, his voice cracking on the last syllable as one hand cups his precious nutbag protectively.

Logan is gasping for breath on his knees, his head only starting to clear as he gives his noggin a fierce shake as he lets out a hard cough trying to steady his intake of air.

“You” cough, cough  “are playing hardball Gino…” cough, cough, Logan manages to get out between his small coughing fit.

Trying to stand back-up, Logan shakes his head again but Gino wraps his head in a headlock from behind. Logan didn’t manage to get up and finds himself on his knees, Gino desperately maintaining a tight embrace with his forearm against Logan’s windpipe. Logan’s eyes bug out, and his face turns red as both hands grip Gino’s forearm trying urgently to get some fingers in-between the hold so that he can breathe.

“No more low blows for you, Logan” Gino manages to say through his weak voice, but that seems to be the only feeble thing about him in this moment. Gino’s got Logan locked into the headlock and he pulls Logan viciously against his chest, trying to take down the stud once and for all. Leaning backwards, Gino pulls Logan slightly off balance, so that he faces up towards the lights so that he can watch them dance while Gino strangles him into submission.

Logan’s chest is stretched, arms trying to pull free, knees on the mat and body off tilted and the only thing that Logan can do is struggle or…one of his fingers gets in between Gino’s arm and his neck allowing him to take a half-breath. It’s not much, barely his chest lifts but it’s enough to clear the cobwebs in Logan’s brain to rock one elbow back and straight into Gino’s parted legs once again. Logan finds his elbow pressed deep into Gino’s scrotum which is hot to the touch of his bare skin of his bony elbow and nestles deep into Gino’s plum jewels that squish against the force of Logan’s strike.

Gino thinking about what he will do to Logan once he falls unconscious has his thoughts rudely interrupted by Logan’s hardened resolve of not giving up, and finds the elbow lodged deep within his groin. The pulse of his nuts, blaring a warning of pain brings him painfully back to the present as Logan continues to wedge his elbow in deeper as Gino’s headlock slackens. Gino finds his mouth has gone dry as he steps back, relinquishing his hold and once again gripping his pounding testicles in hand.

“Oh fuck…Logan…you…dickhead.”

Gino’s nuts pound ferociously in hand, a wave of sickness overtakes him and Gino feels his guts squirm as the abdomen tightens. Dropping to his knees before Logan who has dropped to all fours, coughing louder than ever Gino finds himself blinking stupidly as the pain seems to double between his fingers. The quick and unexpected heels and now the elbow really take a toll on Gino, and he finds his eyes slightly crossed as he lets go a low moan of anguish.

“You got my balls…again, fucker.”

Logan laughs, but immediately regrets it as he coughs again. “You are…” cough, cough, cough. Logan can’t finish his thought as he purposelessly closes his eyes to clear his head of this fog and try to regain a semblance of normalcy in his lungs.

Gino groans, doubles over and grips his testicles tighter thinking ‘Logan is such a dirty fighter…wait, so am I!’ Gino thinks, eyes looking up at the blonde Adonis, on all fours. Logan is vulnerable and Gino decides to take matters into his own hands and play the game like Logan, after all his wrestling coach must be trying to teach him something for always going for his balls.

Digging deep into himself, Gino rises and feels the ache still deep into his loins and his hamstrings from the repeated beating that he has taken below the belt but nothing is going to stop him from getting even, at the very least. Gino takes a step forward and kicks out, his foot arching and crashing against Logan’s abdomen and knocking the titan over. Logan laughs once before clutching his side and coughing again. ‘Good’ Gino thinks. ‘I didn’t want him breathing well anyways.’

Reaching down Gino grabs Logan’s ankles, and separates the pair staring hard at Logan’s bulge as he lifts Logan’s legs up. Logan tenses, and Gino can feel the difference in his adversary as Logan starts to squirm and retreat backwards on his hands, as if that could work.

Gino stops him with a stomp right between his legs, hitting the exposed nutsack.

Logan opens his mouth to say something but Gino’s foot hits him hard and takes his voice away, his foot squishing his nuts to the mat.

“You don’t have to say anything Logan” Gino rasps. “I know that the ref would call this move illegal, but I don’t give two shits.”

Logan’s body shudders, and Gino presses harder into Logan’s exposed and vulnerable goods feeling the nutsack give under his foot. Gino pulls on Logan’s legs giving the move an extra painful tug into Logan’s defenseless balls.

“Got you now, Logan. And you know it. This is for me, and my brother.”

“Ugggh!” Logan groans, head falling back to the mat as Gino’s foot crunches his ballbag with wicked effectiveness and accuracy. A small trickle of sweat drips down Logan’s chest as he struggles, both hands gripping Gino’s foot as he ineffectually seems to only hold his foot that squishes both nuts and cock underfoot.

“That’s not going to do a thing!” Gino says, a laugh forming on his lips as he pulls back on Logan’s ankles earning him another perceptible squelch from between Logan’s legs as his sneaker digs down deeper into his friend’s groin. The smoosh of Logan’s tender plump package under his foot causes a small tingle between his own legs as Gino dominates his fallen friend. The sneaker sinks deep, deeper than before. The constant pressure strains Logan’s singlet pouch’s contents which are both slippery and squirmy underfoot of Gino’s constant pressurized stomping.

Logan groans, Gino’s determination to stamp out his friends ballsack is rewarded with Logan’s blue eyes crossing as his body tenses. “Owwww, f—this…. Ugh this… sucks!” Logan admits, his tongue clicking as he grunts, pain, the overwhelming feelings hitting him with each of Gino’s foot stomps into his cock and balls. Logan’s man meat smooshes down further between the crevice of his legs, and Logan’s nuts tremble for a moment before slipping down between the mat and Logan’s thighs so that Gino is only pressing on Logan’s long tube and nothing else.

“I’m missing!” Gino blurts out, a laugh following shortly after as he strains his foot trying to regain the pressured brutal stomps from before. A crease forms between Gino’s eyes as he pulls back his foot to send in the front toe section of his sneaker first but Logan slips down the mat managing to cover the contents of his scrotum underneath his body a bit more. Gino in exasperation releases Logan’s legs and drops to his knees, a mad gleam in his eyes as he says “Oh no…your balls are not going to get away!”

Gino’s fingers reach underneath Logan’s thighs, fingers tips just touching Logan’s sweaty nuggets, the easy of his squishiness as Gino’s fingers sink into the tender testes causes Gino’s erection to leak as he finds Logan’s buried treasure.

“…Almost… got ‘em!”

Logan watching Gino swings back both arms slamming into Gino’s chest hard just as he starts to grab Logan’s balls. The echoing hard smacks are nothing compared to the power of the blows that knock Gino off of his knees and he slips backwards landing on his back, his legs tucked underneath his thighs leaving him much like a tortoise trapped on its back; helpless and at the whims of Logan Kruger.

A shadow briefly falls over Gino, as the Coach briefly meets eye contact with him and Gino feels his spread thighs, the legs tucked and locked together and he dry swallows knowing how vulnerable he is now.

“Logan, man…” Gino attempts to pacify the 18 year old Adonis as he reaches down grasping his arms and pinning them above his head.

“You don’t have to—Ughh!” Gino grunts as Logan’s knee shot right between his legs. “Fuuuck!” Gino swears as Logan’s knee nails his balls perfectly. Gino’s legs go weak on the mat, the struggle to free them leaves him and if Gino was standing he knows that he would have fallen over. Gino wants so badly to grab and protect his nuts, but Logan is in full control now and Gino opens his mouth to say something, anything to get him to stop.

Logan stops him with one gesture, a slow shake of his head as he grinds his knee upwards turning Gino’s balls into flattened pancakes pressed against his buttocks. Gino’s eyes widen in alarm as the pain and pressure increase and he tries to push Logan off, but Logan’s got his wrists and holds on tightly. The position offers Gino no favors, and Logan holds him still as his knee does the talking.

Gino writhes, his body coiling like a snake as he fights against Logan and neither truly hear Jayden as he sits-up looking at the stop watch.

“Guys” Jayden moans. “Five minutes are left.”

This seems too much to the worn out kid, and he falls back into the fetal position grabbing his sack and cradling his balls protectively. “God he really got my balls…oww.” Jayden ignore the match rolling away to get some sense of privacy for his boyhood woes as he fingers his swollen and tender nuts. “It’s never a good idea to face Logan on the mat” Jayden whimpers silently to himself.

A few feet away Gino’s struggle is brought to a halt as Logan rears back his leg saying “Enough is enough, Gino…know when to submit.” The hard blast is felt by both, but Gino’s nuts condensed and blasted against his undercarriage bring out a sharp yelp as his body jolts upwards against Logan’s and his eyes roll back.

“Nooooooooo not my….BAAAAALLLLS!” Gino hollers and rears back his skull and hits Logan between the eyes propelling the stud off of him.

Logan lands with a grunt “That’s not…wrestling” he moans grabbing his face, eyes closed leaving Gino able to finally roll over to his side, and easing the pressure built up in his overly strained thighs.

“Who the fuck said I was wrestling!” Gino stammers, pain pulsing all over.

Gino grabs hold of his balls and balks at the tenderness felt in his scrotum, and the swelling that has increased the size and sensitivity of his nutsack. Gino grits his teeth fighting back a moan, and knows that he can’t take another knee of he will be completely at Logan’s mercy. Gino pulls himself up, watching Logan do the same blinking rapidly, trying to clear the fogginess from the hard hit to his head.

“Four minutes!” Jayden calls out, hopeful as he looks at the stop watch. The pounding in his genitals just starting to ease, and he takes a steady breath, both hands still cupping his groin rather protectively as he looks out at the scene before him. Gino is in a horrible position, his dark eyes so like his own reflect the pain that he knows far too well. From the pale, ashen look on his older brother’s face Jayden’s fear that he might not make it out of this especially as Logan creeps around to his side and reaches underneath his older brother knocking his fingers aside and reaching for the vulnerable orbs in his singlet. Gino’s eyes glance upwards meeting his brother’s watching as Jayden’s eyes widen in fear for his older brother’s safety. “Watch out!” Jayden calls out, the warning going out far too late to have any real affect to what is about to befall his brother.

Expertly and with no trouble, Logan’s thick fingers curl around and lock onto the heavy, low-hanging sack that he knew were his real targets. Getting his hands on both Gomez brothers today is a treat that Logan will not soon forget. Logan feels the texture of Gino’s balls against his skin, the damp heavy nutsack fills his hand and Logan grins knowing that he has him now. With no trouble at all, Logan latches his fingers on, as Gino’s sack hangs low and full from the hot wrestling and the thin Lycra blue material offers Gino zero protection as his balls are pinned and locked in Logan’s fist.

As Gino feels Logan’s hand push between his legs, lightly grazing his throbbing erection and grab his full balls in his singlet pouch, Gino’s brown eyes instantly bug out and everything changes for the worst. Gino was already feeling the match slipping out of his grasp, the continued hits to his groin has weakened him…but this as he feels his balls getting clamed on, nails first is a game changer. Gino tries to move his arms, but they hang useless by his sides, the will to fight is drained away from him as Logan’s fingers squeeze his nutsack from below. Gino is in shock, the violation of Logan’s grip on his low hangers is all he can focus on, which become the entirety of his being. Sick to his stomach, which spreads to the rest of him all within moments of his balls being grabbed and squeezed.

Gino grabs onto Logan’s wrist in an effort to remove the expertly applied nutclaw, but Logan’s arm snakes around his neck pulling and pinning him to the coaches test as he growls “Now, your mine. I’ve got you now, Gino.”

Logan’s initial squeeze was hard, digging and powerful but as Gino’s body starts to slump against his powerful chest Logan eases just a bit to give Gino room to breathe. Gino does take in a thankful breath, and Logan feels Gino’s chest rise as he squishes Gino’s family jewels in one hand, as he feels a slight thrill run through him knowing what is about to befall the elder Gomez brother.

Gino Gomez’s balls fill his hand completely, making this very satisfying but as Logan gets a good feel of his goods he pauses saying “Gino…your balls…are they the same size as Jayden’s?” Gino’s nuts originally were trying to slip through his fingers, but Logan latched on tight and made sure to pin the balls into submission with his strong grip curling around and keeping them firmly in place in his iron grip.

Gino’s dark eyes start to roll back into his skull as his mouth moans, lips parted and he thrusts his hips up, his erection slicing up through the air and very damp at the tip of his red singlet the singlet a much darker shade of maroon where the tip of Gino’s cock is pressed against the material. Logan feels the reigns of Gino yank against and try to pull free but Logan reigns him in by yanking Gino’s nutsack backwards, a hard and quick yelp coming from him as his older arm presses against his windpipe. Logan feels Gino then slump in submission the last strain of his resistance failing him as Logan squeezes hard to his balls once more.

On his knees, Gino twists his legs underneath himself, locking his ankles together, his hands uselessly pawing at Logan’s wrists drop to the mat, fingers spreading as he pleads with a low moan. Logan eases up on his neck, his free hand slipping down to grab onto Gino’s mighty sword at the hilt, so close to his other hand that still clutches Gino’s balls. Gino’s body doubles up in pain, his balls sending pulses into his abdomen as Logan’s fingers twist his nuts in their crushing grip to his overly sensitive gonads. Gino’s face is a mask of pain and shock as he meets his younger brother’s eyes as they share a look.

“I’m…” Gino warns, but Logan’s shifting his hand up and down the stretched out erection in Gino’s singlet picking up speed.

“You don’t have to tell me, Gino I know that you are going to blow at any momen—”

“Two minutes!” Jayden interrupts. “You are almost there Gino, don’t cum!”

“Like he has a choice!” sneers Logan and pulls Gino’s body back against his own groin so that Gino can he his semi-hard dick pressing into his backside. “I’ve got your balls” Logan whispers, and squeezes Gino’s nuts a bit more tightly.”

Gino gulps and whimpers his body turning on itself and giving into his desires as Logan’s fist pumps him quickly. After watching Jayden lose his load, and now Logan doing the same to him Gino almost wants this ending even knowing what will befall him later with the other wrestlers, and how he will be the target and bust him some more Gino almost craves it…but still his pride won’t let him release his built up load in his loins and Gino manages to croak “No…I…won’t give in!” Gino says through a moan.

Gino’s body quickly becomes overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure, and all he can do on all fours like a dog in heat is swim in the agony and fear of Logan’s continued crushing grip, and steady fap, fap, fap, fap, fap of his cock straining to release. The pressure builds, the exertion on his nuts is beyond his limitations and his cock hums with a steady good feeling and Gino’s mouth goes dry as Jayden calls out a warning eyes glued to his brothers.

“One more minute!”

Desperate for both of them to win, Jayden is on his feet. His loins still feel the pain from earlier, but Jayden wants to desperately now for Gino to overcome this battle…to stand with him in the winner’s circle, even if he too gets drained. But Gino has to last one more minute and the long moan of longing causes Jayden’s eyes to shift from the slow moving clock to his brother’s face yearning for release.

“Come on bro, you know that you want to…just let go.” Logan encourages, his hands flexing and never stopping as he works over his opponent.

Gino’s balls feel like they must be breaking in Logan’s hand and the pain only gets worse and worse as Logan works him over. Gino cannot believe that he got himself into this situation, that he was not the one owning Logan and victoriously beating Logan’s meat like he is being his own. Gino’s body shudders as his cock widens and pulses in Logan’s steadily increasing wild jacking.

“I’ll squeeze you…just a little harder now…to finish off what I started!”

Gino shakes his head “N…no…don’t do that!”

Jayden watches the seconds tick by, and he bites his bottom lip, hard. “Come one, come on.”

Logan tightens his grip on Gino’s firm and meaty testicles, so doughy in his hands as they try to slip free his fingers drive strain in on all sides, pressing down on the nuts so that they would have zero chances to escape his grasp. Logan’s fingers press in so deep into Gino’s nuts, that he slowly reaches the central cores of his manhood and then squeezes a little harder.

It’s then that Gino’s back arches, a wounded expression crossing his darker features as he flicks his head sweat dripping from his head flicks onto Logan’s shoulder as his cock jumps in Logan’s hand and he cries out in pure agony.

“Time!” Jayden shouts turning the timer to reflect 00.00. Relief flooding him, and Jayden drops the timer proud and grinning like a banshee.

Not a moment too soon, Gino loses it and starts to shoot blasts of cum straight through the singlet pouch dripping down the side like a leaky faucet as his eyes roll back and he grunts pumping out more semen.

“You Gomez brother’s…” Logan laughs, his mouth smiling even in defeat. “You two are going to be something else this year. I just know it.”

Jayden rushes to Gino’s side, gripping his older brother’s shoulder as he tells him again “We won, you did it bro!”

Gino keens and thrusts his hips, an even darker stain appearing now between his legs as little tiny spasms push out the dregs of his cum and he smiles once at Jayden and falls flat onto his own puddle on the mat.

Logan takes his hands free and smiles at his wrestling captain and says “Well, your first practice will be real interactive for me it seems.”

“You said it coach!” Jayden reaches out a hand to Logan standing up as he does so.

Logan looks at his cum covered hand and wonders briefly at it before he takes Jayden’s in hand and gives it a hard handshake.

“Looks like I got both Gomez brother’s to spew.”

“Yeah…you did.” Jayden sheepishly says, cheeks darkening.

Before he can think any more on it Jayden steps close to Logan and asks “Do you really think that I am bigger…than my brother.”

Logan’s grin widens. “Only one way to find out. Why don’t you check him for yourself…and find out?”

Jayden looks sorely tempted and fidgets on his feet, before almost bending down but stops himself. “It…wouldn’t be accurate. Our nuts are drained and bloated…I’ll do that later. Besides that’s a brotherly thing. I wouldn’t want to bore you, Logan.” Jayden’s eyes glimmer with mischief and he winks at him, dropping a white towel by his moaning brother.

“My balls…” Gino moans, clearly not hearing a word what was just spoken.

Logan punches his shoulder lightly, and Jayden mocks surprise grabbing the wounded spot. “Hey, watch it!”

“I am.”

Logan grabs Jayden’s singlet pouch and gives the younger wrestler a squeeze saying “This hand messed up both your balls…don’t forget it. I think that it’s still covered in both of your goo. Should I make you do it again?” Logan asks, his fingers curling around Jayden’s sore sack. The punch to the shoulder a ruse to get his hands on the real prize: Jayden Gomez’s hurt boynuts.

“You…wouldn’t…right?” Jayden asks, concern in his voice as he puts his hands up in surrender. “You already busted me…already, L—Logan.” A small tremor quivers in Jayden’s voice as he makes his point.

Logan seems to take a full minute to pounder his answer, rolling Jayden’s balls around in his palm as he does so, little flicks of his thumb across Jayden’s hanging flaccid tip of his tube cause Jayden to gasp in shock.

“Maybe next time would be for the best.”

“Next time?” Jayden asks, as he lowers his hands in relief, his heartbeat still beating erratically in his chest. “So are you going to let me go?”

Logan smiles wide, teeth showing “Maybe…maybe not. After all, you’re the captain now. I think that their might be a few more things that I need to teach you.”

Jayden’s eyes widen in alarm, but Logan just laughs and drops the nuts. “Luckily we got all year for me to do it.”

Cupping his jewels, Jayden sighs in relief watching Logan heading to the showers whistling. Jayden looks down at his brother and says “Come on, bro we have to clean this mat up…and Logan’s waiting for us in the showers. You can’t stay on the floor all day.”

Gino looks up at Jayden who grins widely, and Gino can’t help it. He smiles back.

 

 

 

~End