Unplanned Guests Day 2: Stuck written by Jimmy

 

Unplanned Guests

Day 2: Stuck

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Logan Kruger was so happy to say goodbye to Zach.

Last night, Zach and his cousin Junior first meeting did not go well. At breakfast there was a cold stare from Junior that Logan felt could freeze Zach to his chair. Zach happily crunched his Cheerio's and kept making comments about how much he loves “These nuts crack so easy in my mouth” or “Nuts are so easily broken around me.”

Junior squirms on his chair, one hand covering his goods.

Logan sighs, and changes the subject.

Not too long afterwards, Logan waves goodbye to his friend Zach closing the door behind him. It's raining pretty heavily and it looks like lounging by the pool is out for the day. Logan turns back to Junior who is still moodily swirling his moving his metal spoon in small circles around his cereal bowl. “Pool is out...how about we head out and see a movie?”

Junior seems to perk up. “Can we go to see the new horror film, Black Phone 2?” Unable to see a movie like that without someone 18 or older, Junior was going to be forced to wait until it hits on one of his screening platforms.

Logan grins, “Sure.”

“Thanks! You are the best.” Junior grabs him in a fierce hug, and Logan takes in his scent of sugary cereal and his musty bedhead smell.

“You need a shower.”

Junior pulls back and smells one of his pits and makes a face, tongue sticking out. “Yeah, I do. But so do you.”

“Fair enough, let's go shower and change before we go.”

Junior is already halfway up the stairs, the floorboards creaking under his fast past sprint, clothes tossed off as he runs.

Logan chuckles, picking up his discarded clothing not wanting Chase's house keeper to be forced to do his cousins dirty laundry. On the underwear, Logan feels a hard crusty stain under his thumb and is reminded of how last night ended.

“Thank god Zach is gone...”

The door bangs open, and Zach comes in t-shirt clinging to his back and soaked through to the bone.

“Fuck man, I got a flat. Triple A is all backed up. Won’t be here until this afternoon.”

“Really? That sucks.” Logan moves back downstairs and goes to the downstairs closet and finds the spare towels and hands one to Zach. “You should take a shower, get dry and hang out here until then. Junior and I were just about to head out and see a movie...but we can keep you company until Triple A gets here.”

“Thanks man, I appreciate it. And hey...you two can still see the movie. I’ll just watch TV here.”

“You sure?” Logan asks, his brow creasing. “I don’t want you to be bored.”

“There are some good snacks in that fridge” Zach pets his belly. “I’ll be good.”

Logan shrugs. “Okay. Follow me upstairs to the bathroom. There are double showers in there. It’s pretty cool. You can jerk off watching me shower.”

“Haha, you ass.” Zach gives him a playful shove.

Logan grins and heads into the bathroom. Junior is still in one of the stalls, the beaded glass is fogged with steam but the shape of him is outlined as Logan heads in telling Zach, “You take that one. I'll wait until Junior is done.”

Zach starts taking his clothes off. The wet shirt lands on the tile with a wet splat, followed by his shorts. Zach pauses for a second as Junior calls out.

“Logan is that you?” he comes to the glass, the outline of his body more visible. Junior swipes the glass and spots Zach just as he drops his wet undies to the floor his big cock and balls tumbling out. Speechless Junior's mouth falls open, and he unknowingly grabs his naked groin in attempt to cover what has already been seen and on full display. “Holy fuck...are one of your parents a donkey?” Junior asks starring right at Zach's cock.

The thick tube juts out from Zach’s groin, like a baby anaconda. The potent schlong is almost like another arm, the head is pink and almost the size of a small baseball and hangs halfway down between Zach’s thighs, but still his full scrotum is somehow below that. The almost inhuman genitals swing, as Zach turns giving Junior a full look at his impressive equipment.

“Dad was a mad scientist, actually. Used his secret formula on me.” Zach grins, and it’s then that Junior backs up, his senses catching up to him as his ass touches the tiles behind him.

“What are you doing here? You were supposed to leave!” Junior practically shouts, his voice echoing around the bathroom.

Logan jumps in quickly, “He’s going to soon...he got a flat tire and well, he's stuck here until Triple A comes.”

“Zach is not coming to the movie with us.” Junior says it with finality, his anger back.

While Logan tries to reassure his younger cousin, Zach steps into the other shower and yelps as the shower turns on freezing water hitting him in the chest, and lower region. Comically Zach grabs his balls shouting, “What are you trying to do, Kruger even out the playing field?”

Logan laughs “You are the only one that loves your dick that much that you would think others think about it all the time.”

Junior turns away from Logan, putting his head under the water going quiet. Logan can practically feel the moody feelings coming from Junior in waves.

Sighing Logan drops Junior's dirty clothes and his own in the hamper, stepping into the shower with his cousin.

“What are you doing?” Junior asks as Logan grabs his shoulder. The hurt on his face evident in his big blue eyes as he looks up at his older cousin.

“Hey, I told you...it’s just going to be us okay.” Logan puts one hand on Junior's shoulder and the other on a bar of soap behind him. In the locker room, the cousins shower often next to each other now that Junior made the wrestling team, this has the same feel as Logan starts to soap himself up.

Junior’s eyes drop down to Logan's bare body and he grins slightly. “Okay...I guess we can put up with him for a little while longer.”

“Hey, I can hear you, you know!” Zach shouts from across the room.

“Who said that I cared?” Junior fires back, turning away from the spray to give Logan some room to wash off.

“He’s just upset because of my...genetics.” Zach says with a laugh.

Junior spins around, slick with water. “I am not upset! No one wants that elephant trunk between their legs…it’s ridiculous.”

Logan sighs, trying to keep the peace. “Alright, you two. That’s enough.”

“You’re right. No more fighting. After all the last time that we did that, Junior made such a mess when he squirted everyone. Right Junior?” chuckles Zach. “I just need to borrow a pair of shorts.” He then turns off the water and exits the shower, making a point to brush against Junior as he passes. “Accidents happen.”

Logan watches the exchange, his jaw tight. He catches Junior’s eye and gives him a slight shake of his head, a silent warning not to engage. He rinses the last of the soap from his own skin, the steam curling around them both. The tension is still there, a low thrum beneath the sound of cascading water.

“Let’s just get ready and go, yeah?” Logan says, keeping his voice low and even. “The later we leave, the shorter we’ll have to sit through the trailers.”

“Fine.” Junior's response is clipped. He turns off the water and steps out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it firmly around his waist. He glares at Zach, who is now dripping onto the bathmat, searching through a small pile of clean clothes Logan had brought in with them.

Moving past Zach, Junior sees Zach hunched over looking through the small pile of clothes, the towel around Zach's waist hangs just right that at this angle Junior can spot the back of Zach's large eggs.

“Dragon’s eggs” Junior whispers, and strives forward eyes locked in on his target.

Logan steps out of the bathroom stall, reaching for a towel, just as Junior's foot snaps up hitting Zach with a hard kick from behind. The skin on skin connection, is felt and heard in the small room as Junior's toes snap against Zach’s bare balls, the blow ricocheting Zach’s nuts right up against his abs as he powers his foot all the way through the kick into Zach’s pelvis.

Zach lunges forward, unprepared for the kick and stumbles forward against the toilet and fumbling the small pile of clothes that rain down out of reach, like a small rainfall of fallen brightly colored clothing. Gripping the toilet with both hands, Zach falls to his knees groaning, his towel loosening and dropping to the tiles below.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck my balls!” Zach hollers, eyes widening as his fingers cling to the porcelain bowl for support.

Logan’s fingers slips on the towel on the hook and he loses his grip and watches it fall into the shower basin, soaking instantly as the material sucks up the water. Logan turns back annoyed at what he just did and says “Junior...remember last night, I thought that we were done ballbusting each other?”

“Foot slipped” Junior says, turning to Logan and flashing him a wide toothed grin. “My bad.” Junior kicks straight back, eyes on his cousin as he pounds a backwards heel kick with all his strength nailing Zach’s balls in a fearsome blow and trapping them against the toilets cold porcelain. Zach’s nuts smoosh, flattened by Junior’s barefooted boot and wet squelch fills the space as Junior sink's his foot down further. The squishy feeling seems to give Junior a small thrill and Logan spots his cousins erection starting to poke through the folds of his white towel. The pink head comes through almost waving at him.

“OOOoooh I think I got Zach’s dragon eggs even better with that...mistaken hit. Poor Zach. Your balls okay?” Junior steps back, and puts one arm around Logan and bumping his hip with his own as he watches Zach's horror from a few feet away.

Logan looks down at the throbbing cock head against his hip, it’s so close to his bare skin that Logan can practically feel the hardened member and then back at the pained expression on Zach’s face. “Junior...” he starts, but he’s interrupted by a groan from Zach.

“Fuck...I can’t feel my dick.” Zach tries to stand, his legs trembling, but he immediately crumples back to the floor, clutching at himself. “I think...I think you ruptured something.”

“Bro.” Logan’s voice is flat, all traces of humor gone. He shrugs off Junior’s arm and moves toward Zach. “Don’t be dramatic. You’re fine.”

“My dick it’s… blue!” Zach’s voice is high and strained. He manages to shift, exposing the offending member to the steamy air. It is, indeed, taking on a concerning purplish hue.

Junior peeks over Logan’s shoulder, his curiosity overriding any feigned sympathy. “Huh. Looks like an eggplant.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Logan says, his patience finally frayed. He grabs a dry towel from the rack and shoves it at Zach. “Cover up. And you,” he turns to Junior, “get dressed. Now.”

Zach wraps the towel around his waist, wincing at the movement. “My fucking...balls.” One of Zach's hands is beneath his towel as Junior strives past them, and smacks Logan on the butt just as he is showing Logan his nuts. “At least they aren’t purple two. See?”

Logan stumbles a bit and his knee strives forward right into Zach's nuts that rest on his palm to show his friend.

Zach’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open is a silent alarming soundless scream as Logan's accidental knee slams against Zach's carefully cradled nuts in his palm.

“That should color you all over in purple!” Junior boasts leaving the bathroom, and slamming the door behind him.

“Bro… noooooooooo!” Zach falls backwards onto his back both hands now gripping and grouping at his wounded ballsack. The accidental blow hit Zach like train, and Logan's bony knee sunk deep into both bloated balls, deforming the orbs, nut meat squishing between his fingers. Zach’s eyes roll back, as his scrotum pounds with fresh agony and he seizes up chocking on painful gasps as the pain intensifies.

“Oh shit...I didn’t mean to.” Logan looks at the door, eyes narrowing. “Junior.” Logan growls out his cousin’s name. This weekend was supposed to be relaxing. Chase is away with his friends camping, and he was supposed to have the house to himself. Now Junior and Zach both crashed at his place last night seem to be in a one-on-one competition to destroy each other.

“They don’t look too…bad.” Logan lies, as Zach’s nuts seem to start to darken in hue, as Zach continues to roll around on the floor in obvious discomfort moaning.

“My balls…oh fuck. My balls…”

Logan remembers how his knee rammed up, and how he could feel Zach’s heavy large balls getting crushed over knee, and Logan knew that he hit him dead on. Zach is curling up on the floor, his hands deep into his groin and as he lays on his side, looking up at him with his handsome, tan face looking all sick and asking “How could that brat...do this to me?” Then his throat and face chock up. Zach looks down, and Logan takes that as Zach might need some alone time to check over his hurt fellas.

Grabbing a fresh towel, Logan leaves the bathroom shaking his head as he heads to his bedroom to change. Hoping that this might be the end of the shenanigans.

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Junior paces in front of the front door, he’s dressed in grey sweat pants, which are a little too clingy with a matching hoodie. He looks a little warm to Logan, but he must be worried about getting cold in the theatre. Junior’s blond hair is slicked back, still damp and coming up in odd angles. His blue eyes light up spotting Logan as he descends the stairs.

“Come on let’s go, Zach can stay here and we can leave!” Junior opens the door and stops looking at the parking situation. Logan’s car is firming stuck behind Zach’s parked car, which is so close that will leave Logan zero chance of being able to maneuver around Zach’s horrible parking job.

Juniors face falls and he groans, one fist hitting the thick door.

“That fucking jerk...we are going to miss the movie!”

“Don’t worry...” Logan says, but feels himself growing slightly peeved by this new development, he was starting to look forward to a movie and getting out of the house. Logan fills Junior in on the situation about Triple A being called.

“And with Triple A not getting here for a few hours...we won’t be able to go until their 10:00 pm shoring! Logan...this sucks!” Junior falls against Logan, and his older cousin wraps one arm around him.

“Don’t worry...we can figure something else out...we can watch a movie, or something.”

Junior moans, stomping his foot. Junior pulls off of Logan and starts to march up the stairs when the doorbell chimes.

Logan says “Triple A, thank god they are early.”

He opens the door and spots a very wet headed boy.

“Caleb?”

“Yup! It's me.” Caleb, Junior’s older brother strides into the room looking positively gleeful. Junior freezes at the top of the stairs, eyes darkening.

“You.”

Caleb smiles, “Awww still grumpy I see.”

Junior growls low in his throat as Zach finally exits the bathroom behind him. He spots Junior on the staircase, legs spread and growling like tiger, chest all puffed. Zach does not hesitate and sneakily glides up behind Junior, his bare feet making no sound as he walks and takes careful aim behind Junior as he grips the banister and fires off a foot straight forward between Junior’s widely legs.

Caleb watches this happening with glee as his eyes seem to brighten as Junior gets struck in his groin from behind by Zach’s foot.

A horrible crunch is heard and Junior gasps, frozen in place as Zach’s foot crushes his balls against his taint. The bare foot crushes, and smooshes Junior’s growing balls up against the tops of his thighs the testicles warping and deforming against the pressure of Zach’s bare foot thrusted into his privates.

Zach retreats a step and says “Told you accidents happen.” He then quickly moves away.

A moment passes, a beat of total silence. Then Junior’s knees buckle and he drops like a stone, rolling down the remaining three stairs and landing with a sickening thud on the marble entrance. He’s on his side, curled around the pain, breathe catching in ragged hitches. He’s gasping, but no sound comes out.

Logan is there in an instant, kneeling beside him. “Junior? Talk to me. Are you okay?”

Junior’s eyes are squeezed shut, but he manages to shake his head, a tear drop of pure agony escaping and tracing a path down his temple from one eye.

“You are such a fucker!” Logan shouts over his shoulder at Zach, who's now leaning against the wall with the towel around his waist, a smug look plastered on his face.

“What?” Zach shrugs. “He kicked me three times earlier. We’re even now…or close enough.” He gestures to the doorway. “Isn’t that right, Caleb?”

Caleb, still dripping rain onto the welcome mat, nods enthusiastically. “Totally even. He had it coming.”

Logan feels a surge of protectiveness so hot and sharp it almost makes him dizzy. He carefully helps Junior sit up, propping him against the bottom stair. His cousin’s face is pale, a sheen of sweat on his upper lip. “You okay to breathe?” Logan asks, keeping his voice low.

A small, shaky nod. “Air,” Junior whispers, his hands pressed tight to his crotch. “Stole my... air.”

“Yeah, well, Zach’s going to be stealing it from a hospital bed if he doesn't knock it off” Logan mutters, glaring daggers at the toweled-off culprit.

“I’m not the one who started it!” Zach reaffirms, as he continues to defend himself, gesturing wildly with one hand. “He came at me! In the bathroom! The kid’s a little psycho!”

“He’s fourteen!” Logan snaps back, his patience officially shredded. “And you’re twice his size! He’s staying here because I asked him to! You’re the one who invited yourself to crash!”

“Alright, alright, break it up,” Caleb says, stepping forward and trying to play peacemaker, though the grin on his face betrays his true enjoyment of the situation. “The damage is done. Let’s all just... take a breath.”

Logan ignores him, focusing on Junior. “Let’s get you to the couch.” He helps his cousin to his feet, an arm wrapped securely around his waist.

“I’ll help too!” Caleb says, one hand slipping into the back of Junior’s grey sweat pants from behind and past his butt cheeks and grabs Junior’s balls. Junior tenses, hissing out a strangled moan, as Caleb's fingers curl around his boy parts, grasping both nuggets in hand.

“C—Caleb!” Junior gasps.

“I’m just checking to see if your boynuts...are okay.” Caleb lies and squishes Junior’s nuts together in a single mound. The soft hairless nuts feel heavy in Caleb’s fist and he marvels at the weight and hardness of the resilient orbs. Unlike his own, Junior’s growing pair are meatier in his hand. Caleb can almost feel the tenderness from yesterday’s blows against Junior’s testicles, but what annoys him more is that Junior’s sack feels bigger since he grabbed hold of his brother’s balls mere days ago. In a flash of anger, Caleb forces Junior’s nuts to squish against the other, and Junior grips Logan’s shoulder hardens and he tries to reach back over one shoulder to stop Caleb. It’s a feeble attempt, and he is quickly losing steam as Caleb’s fingers work over his trapped testicles. Caleb adds to Junior’s growing pain by pulling Junior’s balls back between his legs, stretching them away from his body and stretching the ball cords all in one rough tug.

“They don’t feel...broken.” Caleb says to Zach and Logan, still feigning concern as his fingers continue to tenderize Junior’s nuts between his fingers. “So you should be able to walk fine.” Caleb then let’s go and gives Junior’s balls a little shove back towards his body. The momentum sends Junior’s nuts into the hard bone of Junior’s pubic arch as they flip upwards, each nugget splattering against his hardened taut pelvis. Junior chokes out a grunt, staggering, and nearly falls if not for Logan’s strong hold.

“Oh fuck...you…son of a...” Junior groans grabbing his ballsack with both hands, his fingers roaming over his cupped testicles as the pair blaze from fresh sharp painful stabs of pain between his fingers.

“Get your hands off him, Caleb,” Logan says, his voice dangerously quiet. He guides the stumbling Junior the rest of the way to the living room and onto the large leather couch. Junior curls into a fetal position, groaning softly into the cushions.

“You’re being so overprotective, Logan,” Zach says from the doorway, finally having the decency to look a little sheepish. He’s found a pair of Logan’s basketball shorts and is struggling to pull them on, wincing with every movement, he went free balling to give his testicles room to breathe. “We’re just messing around.”

“This was supposed to be over yesterday...and you were supposed to have left. Remember?” Logan says, turning to face both of them. “And I don't think Chase would appreciate getting a call about a nut-puncturing incident in his house while he’s away.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, he would have been sorry to miss it” Caleb adds cheekily, giving Zach a wink.

“Oh yeah, that’s Chase for sure. I’ve met him a few times. He loves this stuff.”

Logan sighs regretting his choice of words.

“Where is he anyways?” Caleb asks.

“Camping. And Caleb your brother wanted a break from you too. I think you should come for a visit another day.” Logan heads over to the door, opening it as a crack of thunder bursts in the sky. Rain pelts down harder on the gravel, rolling over the paved stones in loud rivers of water flowing down the driveway and to the pool. “Good thing you only have to walk next door. Storm is yucky outside.”

“You can’t make the little dude leave, he’s already soaked.” Zach grabs a fresh towel from the closet by the door, and kicks the door closed on his way by, making Logan steam. Zach has been having a funny habit of getting under his skin all this weekend.

Caleb takes the towel from that Zach offers saying “Thanks, bro.” He starts rubbing his wet head, and glances over to the couch. “You still playing with yourself over there.”

“Go fuck yourself” Junior spits out as he grumbles into the coach, his hands firmly clamped over his still stinging groin.

“Be careful, Junior might wet the coach. He’s been humping anything that he can, the horny little bugger,” warns Caleb with a laugh.

Junior steams from his fetal position, his sore nuts still throbbing underneath his protective fingers. Fighting back another groan, Junior narrows his blue eyes as he looks up at the laughter shared between his older brother Caleb, and Logan’s best friend Zach. But beneath his position he can’t help as he starts to chub up as they talk about his genitals. Junior hates the way his body betrays him like this so he rolls over, flat on his stomach to hide his growing shame. He has been popping woody’s all the time, and it’s usually very inconvenient. The last thing he wants is to show his brother or Zach how hard he is.

Logan comes over putting a hand on the back of his head, rubbing and asks “You okay? I know that you are a little...sore after last night.”

Junior clenches his teeth, as his hard cock slips between the cushions and fights back another moan. His sensitive tip feels almost sheathed between the folds of the soft material, clinging and gripping his hardness. Slowly Junior releases his testicles and brushes himself on the coach try to sit-up. His horny lower half wants to keep going. His blue eyes darken as he glares at Caleb and Zach.

“Aww, poor little guy is all swollen up.” Zach says, watching Junior’s reaction as Caleb finishes drying himself off and plops down on an armchair.

Caleb shows Logan his phone as says “I saw that you and Junior are going to see a movie, sounds cool. I'm in. It’s why I came over.”

Logan sighs “I forgot…I have to cancel those. We are stuck here for a bit, Caleb. And no you are not invited.”

Junior’s heart swells, and he slowly sits up careful to hide his erection behind his t-shirt as he does, the hem just manages to cover his swelling boyhood.

“Yeah, Caleb...you or shit face over there aren’t coming.”

Caleb’s eyes widen a bit, “You still have teeth left after I busted your nuts...you must want another beating talking like that.”

“You won’t get another cheap shot in, bro.” Junior’s hands are already fists by his sides, he is aching to go wipe the grin from Caleb’s face and since they have time...he might as well show his older brother who is boss. “You know that I always win when we fight.”

“Maybe I should fight dirty like you and Zach.” Caleb says, and then stands up and grabs a pillow from a nearby chair, swinging it at Junior, but Junior ducks and the pillow hits the couch, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Caleb drops the pillow and lunges forward, grabbing Junior by the hoodie and tries to pull him off the couch.

But Junior is quicker, he plants a foot on Caleb’s chest and shoves, sending him stumbling back. Caleb lands on the floor with a thud, and Junior is on him in a flash, pinning him down.

Junior has been working out all year, and the results are showing. His arms are more defined, his chest is broader, and he’s got a set of abs that would make any guy jealous. He’s also got a mean streak that comes out when he’s provoked, and Caleb knows it. Caleb struggles underneath him, trying to break free, but Junior is too strong. He has him pinned, and there’s nothing he can do.

Logan watches, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. He knows how these fights between the brothers can get, and he’s not sure he wants to deal with the aftermath.

Zach, on the other hand, is loving every second of it.

“Damn...losing to your younger bro, that has to sting!”

“I am not...” Caleb grunts as Junior above him holds his arms above his head eyes determined to hold him in place.

“You sure about that?” Junior asks, as he presses Caleb’s wrists firmly against the floor and sits on Caleb's stomach. Caleb kicks his feet uselessly, his shirt riding up showing a slash of flesh on his abdomen as he kicks uselessly to get freed.

“Little bitch...let me go!” Caleb’s face is red, as he struggles to break free. “Logan...we should have covered this move on a wrestling mat...dammit.”

“You aren’t supposed to let yourself get pinned like that, Caleb.” Logan rolls his eyes, smiling and chuckles. Caleb is new to all this wrestling stuff, and it shows in this rookie mistake.

Zach laughs, “Let’s see if little Junior’s got what it takes.”

Junior’s cock is still hard and he can feel it pressing against Caleb’s stomach, the friction making it throb with growing need. He tries to ignore it, focusing on the fight, but it’s so damn difficult. He can feel the heat of Caleb’s body, the sweat on their skin, and it’s making him even more turned on. He wants to win, but he also wants to do more than that. He wants to hurt Caleb, to make him pay for all the years of torment.

The hard-on doesn’t help, but he doesn’t want to stop. He’s enjoying the feeling of power, of being in control. He’s enjoying the look on Caleb’s face, the mixture of anger and fear. He’s enjoying the way Caleb’s body writhes beneath him, the way his muscles strain as he tries to break free.

Junior so lost in the moment that he doesn’t even notice Zach moving until he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders, pulling him back a little. Junior’s erection scrapes down Caleb’s stomach running straight down and Junior can feel a pulse blossom against Caleb’s skin as he groans.

“Get off, Zach! Wait your turn!”

“He’s feisty” Zach laughs, as Zach pulls some more and Junior falls back on top of his older brother’s groin, his butt covering the small lump in his brother’s shorts with a small plopping sound. Junior still has his hands on Caleb’s wrists, but he can feel Caleb grow still as Junior’s ass covers his groin. Caleb’s eyes widen and he sucks in a breath, not daring to move.

“You might want to be careful there little dude.” Zach says “Caleb likes to wrestle too.”

“Let him go, Junior” Logan says, his voice a warning. “This is between Junior and Caleb.”

“No way.” Junior says, grinding his ass down a little, just to see what happens. He can feel Caleb's cock twitch against him, and it sends a jolt of excitement through him. He’s starting to get a reaction from Caleb…and Junior wants more of that.

Caleb’s face contorts, a look of pure agony on it. He’s trapped, and he knows it. He’s at Junior’s mercy, and there's nothing he can do about it.

“Get...off...me...” Caleb manages to gasp out, his voice strained.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Junior asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Can’t handle a little...competition?”

He grinds down again, harder this time, and Caleb cries out, a strangled sound of pain and pleasure. His body arches up, pushing against Junior’s toned ass, and for a moment, it seems like he’s enjoying it. But then he collapses back onto the floor, a look of defeat on his face.

“I yield...I yield!” Caleb shouts, as he stops fighting to free his hands.

Junior shifts his ass, the cheeks are firm and he feels the slight squish of Caleb’s nuts as the pair shift underneath his weight trying to dart away. Giving a little bounce on Caleb’s lap, his older brother sucks in a hurt breath as Junior plops back down crushing his groin beneath him. Junior grins as Caleb’s eyes widen, and he gulps.

“Junior man...you don’t want to...do that.”

“You sure about that?” Junior asks, and grinds his ass down against Caleb’s groin using his full weight to press his older brother’s small genitals against his pubic bone.

Caleb feels a jolt of pain, and Junior bares down harder, adding another bounce this time crushing both his dick and nuts in one hard bob oh his hips. The little acorn sized nuts have nowhere to escape and Junior forces the scrotum start to flatten, nuts spreading like hard butter under pressure.

A gasp comes from Caleb, and his eyes go cross as Junior does not relent.

“Looks like peanutbutter time” Zach jokes, remembering an old joke that they used to use in Alex’s studio. He takes a step back and puts his hands up, showing Logan that he is staying out of the brother’s fight for now.

“Yeah, I am...but it will barely fill a teaspoon. Caleb’s nuts are really small, like little peas in a small pod. He’s got a kid’s sized testicles, right bro? Not a teens. Not like mine.” Junior says, and then with a swift motion, he shifts all of his weight onto his right ass cheek, directly over Caleb’s left nut. Caleb’s eyes widen in horror as Junior lifts his left leg, putting all of his weight onto that one spot. The pressure is immense, and Caleb can feel his testicle being crushed against his pelvis. It’s a pain so immense that Caleb’s body tenses. The white-hot, searing agony that threatens to consume him.

“Stop...fuck, no...stop...” Caleb begs, his face draining of color.

“Why?” Junior asks, a cruel smile on his face. “You're the one who wanted to wrestle...and busted me first!”

He shifts again, this time putting all of his weight onto Caleb’s right nut. Caleb screams, a high-pitched, inhuman sound that echoes through the room. His body convulses, and he goes limp, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Logan moves to intervene, but Zach holds him back. “Let him learn his lesson,” Zach whispers, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“I thought that you were on Caleb’s side?” Logan asks rather incredulously.

“Naw...this is great. Besides...I can always finish Junior off after he is done with his older brother. And Caleb sounds finished. Right?”

Junior’s erection pulses, and he forces himself to stop. His older brother flailing beneath him, and damaging Caleb’s nuts turns him on so much that he can feel the pulse gathering. He reaches down to put one hand on his cock, and he closes his eyes at the feeling as his hardness threatens to rip open his shorts. A moan comes from him, and he reluctantly stops ball bashing his brother as he focuses all of his energy on gripping his stiffy, just below the bulbous head and not cumming.

“You better not fuck with me again, Caleb. Or else.”

Caleb nods once, voice like squeaking mouse “Promise...bro...”

Junior slowly rises his hips up, feeling Caleb’s nuts come back to their regular shapes he pauses to feel the heat coming off of Caleb’s groin. Savoring the feel of Caleb’s nutsack, Junior rubs his cheeks against the tiny mound, taking a moment to feel the softness of his older brother’s groin beneath him.

Caleb lets out a pained moan. “Junior...no...”

Junior lifts himself up, and Caleb takes a deep shuddering breath. He’s finally free. He takes another breath, and then a third, trying to get the feeling back in his limbs. He’s still in a lot of pain, but his balls have survived.

“That’s more like it,” Zach says, clapping his hands together.

“Get off him, Junior. You’ve made your point.” Logan says, stepping forward and gently pulling Junior to his feet. “He’s had enough.”

Junior stumbles back, his cock still throbbing with need. He’s breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He looks down at Caleb, who is curled up now in a fetal position on the floor, his hands cradling his injured groin.

“Are you happy now?” Logan asks, his voice soft. “Looks like he won’t be bothering you for a while.”

Junior nods, a slow, deliberate movement. “I am.”

He looks over at Zach, who is still leaning against the wall with a smug look on his face. “You’re next.”

Zach’s smile fades. “What?”

“You heard me,” Junior says, taking a step forward. “You. Are. Next.”

“Oh, little dude...you don’t want to do that.” Zach says, but there’s a hint of fear in his eyes. Zach pushes off the wall, coming closer.

Logan puts a hand on both of their chests, keeping the pair from getting any closer to striking distance.

“Guys, let’s not...”

Zach reaches for Logan’s nuts beneath his bulge, and his hand clamps down on Logan’s impressive package, grabbing a big handful. “Man...I sometimes forget how big your balls are. You aren’t as big as me…I mean no one is, but man. You are a big boy, Logan.”

Logan stifles a groan and says “Zach...don’t you dare...” he squeaks.

“Yeah, he’s my cousin!” Junior shouts, just as Zach twists his wrist, yanking Logan's balls back between his legs with a hard mean jerk of his hands. Junior watches helplessly as Logan’s balls shift in his shorts, and shoot between his thighs Zach’s large hand gripping his ballsack hard. Zach bares down, his grip like iron digging deep into Logan’s manhood. Logan just manages to gasp as Zach uses all of his strength to turn his handhold into a strong fist. Logan’s balls confined inside, with nowhere to escape. Logan’s fragile eggs get smashed against Zach’s hard knuckles, and Logan lets out a strangled cry.

“Zach...not the...face!” Logan gasps out, trying to make a joke but it falls flat as he tries to reach down to stop the attack. His own hands can't get in the way from this angle, and Zach has a firm grip. “You know...I've always wanted to...oh shiiit.”

“What? See if you could take it?” Zach asks, a grin spreading across his face. He gives Logan’s balls another hard squeeze, and Logan’s knees start to buckle.

“Get off of him!” Junior cries out, lunging forward to help, but Zach is ready for him. He lets go of Logan’s balls, only to deliver a swift, powerful kick to Junior’s groin, sending him stumbling back, clutching himself.

“Not so fast, little dude,” Zach says, turning his attention back to Logan. “Now stay out of this Logan.”

Logan drops to his knees, holding onto his busted balls a grimace on his face, lines cutting deep in his creased forehead as he cradles himself.

Junior stumbles, knees knocking but does not go down. Zach luckily hit mostly thigh, the angle wrong on his kick but his cock took the brunt of the blow and Junior pulls back his shorts to peek inside. Everything seems accountable, his cock looks just a tinge pinker. Junior can work with that, and he fights through the pain and comes at Zach rushing forward and meeting Zach in the middle of the room.

“Yes, this is between you...and me!” Junior swings a mean hook at Zach’s abdomen, punching him deep in the guts. Zach bends over, his lungs letting loose all of his air in his lungs. Junior smiles and pulls back for another punch but Zach grabs his shoulders roughly and his knee soars up between Junior’s spread out thighs. The younger boy trembles feeling Zach’s knee past them and land dead center in his bulge.

For a horrible moment, Junior is lifted off his feet suspended on Zach’s thigh, his balls crushed two large eggs scrambled against the invading strike from Zach’s attack. Zach brings Junior up to eye level, holding Junior upwards halted in place, as his testicles throb. The pulses inside his flattened scrotum cause all the banter to stop and Junior’s mind goes blank. A guttural groan escapes between Junior’s clenched teeth, while Zach’s grinning face is all Junior can see as he drops him back to the floor.

Junior slumps to the ground, falling onto his side. His hands fly to his crotch and he curls around himself. He tries to stand but he has been zapped of all his energy and can’t quite get his legs to respond.

Zach stands over him, a triumphant look on his face. “I told you, you were next,” he says, kicking Junior lightly in the side. “You should have listened.”

Junior is too weak to respond, but he glares up at Zach with pure hatred in his eyes. He’s not done yet. He’s not going to let Zach win. Junior refuses to let Zach get away with this.

Zach grabs Junior’s legs pulling them apart and Junior reaches up to try and stop the inevitable stomp that he knows that’s coming.

“Gaspedal!” shouts Zach, and his foot lands solidly between Junior's legs. A hard crunch is heard, as Zach foot connects and he stomps down fully, using his body weight to really grind into Junior's bulge. Junior’s fingers missed Zach’s foot by inches...and his hands hover uselessly in the air as his balls are smashed into the floor. Junior squeezes his eyes shit, his body arching up on the floor as Zach keeps his foot firmly in place on top of his balls.

“Give up?” Zach asks, a wicked grin on his face.

Junior can’t speak. He can only shake his head, his hands still hovering in the air, a silent plea for mercy.

“Wrong answer,” Zach says, and he stomps down again, this time harder.

A choked cry escapes Junior’s lips. His vision tunnels, the edges blurring into a nauseating gray. The pain is a physical thing, a hot, heavy blanket smothering him. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his body trembles uncontrollably. He’s never felt anything like this before, never been so completely and utterly broken. The fight drains out of him, replaced by a raw, animal urgency for the agony to stop and cease.

He taps out. His fingers slap weakly against the hardwood floor, a frantic, desperate rhythm. It’s a gesture of surrender, an admission of defeat. He can’t take any more.

Zach lifts his foot, a look of satisfaction on his face. He’s won. He’s proven his point. He’s the alpha, the dominant one.

Logan, who has been watching from the sidelines, slowly gets to his feet. His own balls are still aching, a dull, throbbing reminder of Zach’s grip, but he pushes the pain aside.

“Zach...” croaks Logan, getting up to his feet. He sways for a moment.

Zach looks over at him, as he twists his heel Junior’s nutsack squishing further and the boy yelps a sharp sound full of pain ripping from him.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!” Junior groans. “Stop...stop...stooooooop!”

“Alright, alright,” Zach says, rolling his eyes. “Don't be such a baby. I barely got you.”

He takes a step back, finally giving Junior some relief.

Junior curls up into a ball, his hands clamped firmly between his legs. He’s breathing heavily, his body shaking with silent throbs of pain only he can feel. He’s been beaten, humiliated, and he’s never felt this...small.

“You're an asshole, Zach.” Logan says, his voice low and dangerous.

Zach shrugs. “He asked for it.”

Logan’s jaw tightens. He takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger and comes forward ready to confront Zach and put an end to this.

“Okay...this has gone far enough.” Logan getting to his feet now comes at Zach who appears ready for him, but it’s then at the moment the two are about to meet that a pillow from the couch bounces off of the side of Logan's face momentarily blinding him from Caleb.

“Thanks my man!” Zach shouts as Logan’s face turns away at the perfect moment and Zach picks up Logan in one huge shift. Grabbing Logan at the waist Zach pulls Logan up and into the air, taking him off of his feet and up to his full height before dropping Logan back down to Earth on his knee. The knee drop seems to take forever for Logan to fall and when he does Logan cringes just before the eventual landing.

“Oh no...not—fuck! My balls!” Logan hollers as his nuts fall first onto Zach’s outstretched knee, followed by his body. The crash of Logan’s body moments later on top of his groin that struck first on Zach’s knee obliterates his balls. Logan’s balls are shoved up against his outer thighs and pressed deep into his pelvis, crushed and splitting his sack in half sending his balls away from him like ricocheting pool balls caught on a corner pocket. Logan’s mouth falls open in a comical groan as his manhood is smashed flat.

Logan’s hands fly to his groin, a belated, useless gesture. He collapses to the side, rolling off Zach’s knee and onto the floor, where he curls up in a mirror image of Junior.

Zach stands over him, breathing heavily, a triumphant smirk on his face. He looks around the room at the three of them—Logan, Junior, and Caleb, all incapacitated, all writhing in various stages of agony. He’s the king of the castle, the undisputed champion.

“Well, that was fun,” Zach says, “Now whose balls should I play with first?”

The only response is a chorus of pained groans.

Zach chuckles, and moves over to Junior his original target. “I think last night I didn't finish clearing out your pipes. You still look all backed up.” Zach grabs the back of Junior’s shirt yanking him up. Junior squeals in surprise, hands still protectively holding his groin for protection...and pain.

“Like that is going to stop me” Zach says laughing.

Junior twists in air, suspended by his t-shirt riding up around his armpits and the jerking pain brings him back and he goes limp and sheds his hoodie. Junior slips down, and out of the material landing on his knees and barrel rolling behind Zach who looks at the swinging material, empty of Junior. “Impressive!”

Zach turns around just as a foot catches him at the ankles and drops him down to the floor. Landing with a crash and sprawled limbs, Zach is taken out landing on his back. He coughs once, and reaches up holding his head.

“Damn...does he not know when to give up?” Zach pounders, laughing a little.

Shaking his head, Zach clears his mind as Junior starts to crawl over him and reaches for his balls. Zach has no intention of letting Junior get there and he snaps up his leg, hitting Junior in his soft mound. Junior’s groin was so open, that Zach couldn’t stop himself…it’s almost like Junior wants him to bust his balls some more. Junior’s balls are crushed again, as a sudden and thick pain hits his scrotum. Junior stops moving, Zach’s leg distributing the blow in a shock wave that blasted through the confines of his groin, rocking his nutsack violently. A deep throbbing ache peaks as Junior’s body trembles above Zach over his legs. Junior on all fours wavers, his body shuddering as his tender nuts throb as his head tilts back a groan coming from him.

“Oooooh shit… my nuts, my balls....ugh....no.”

Zach laughs, before he slides his foot up and away from Junior’s groin and his lower half slides to the floor. Zach’s foot makes it’s way to Juniors chest and he thrusts out tossing Junior like a bean bag. Junior flops over onto his back with a hard bang. He lays there crumpled, as Zach stands up and surveys the stunned boy just below him. Junior is gasping now, his arms spread like a fallen bird unable to flap it’s wings. Shirtless, his body on full display Zach can easily see the boy's hardness as he drops to his knees to inspect, and to finish him off.

Junior regains his barring’s, after Zach has pulled off his grey sweats off leaving him in his tented underwear below. Junior’s penis is pressed firmly against the material stretching it out straight in front of him, pointing at Zach.

“Should have known that last night I needed to empty you again...you were clearly not done.” Zach grabs Junior’s shaft, and Junior tenses feeling the intrusion between his legs and gasps. The small release of air is barely audible, but Zach watches Junior make the sound.

“Now...let’s do this.” Zach’s fist, cover’s Junior’s erection tip, his fingers curling like talons as his fingers meet in the sensitive area right below the mushroom capped head and rubs at the sensitive place. Junior gasps, a long low moan that ends in a growl he starts to pull himself together enough to press his fingers into the floor. Junior starts to sit-up gearing up for another fight as Zach pulls up his knee and lowers it to rest on top of Junior’s barely covered mound below his hardness. The weight of Zach’s kneecap lowers and Junior’s balls are slowly squished down to the floor pinned below. Junior feels his balls give one last lurch to try to slip free but Zach presses down firmly pinning his balls to the floor.

Zach grin’s as his knee covers Jayden’s nutsack completely. “Now stay put…I am going to drain these.” Zach slips his hand beneath Junior’s underwear strap and re-grasps Junior’s cock, skin on skin. Junior shudders, and he looks up at the ceiling as Zach starts to slowly jerk him. Each stroke is slow and purposeful, from bulbous tip to stem Zach works him over. Just below that, Zach’s knee starts to bounce, flattening Junior’s balls with little bounce. The pain and pleasure consume Junior, and he can’t help but moan as Zach drains him of his willpower to keep fighting with every downward thrust of his leg squashing his vitality, his young nuts.

Caleb watches from the couch, and he can see Junior is close to the brink of his orgasm. He knows the signs now all too well. Junior is starting to squirm, as he is about to cum, but he can’t, the pressure from Zach’s knee is too much. He can’t find the release he craves, and the pressure in his balls is becoming unbearable.

“Let him cum, Zach. He can’t with you crushing his balls like that.” Caleb says from the safety of the couch. He is still sore, but is now able to move.

Zach looks over at Caleb, a wicked grin on his face. “And why would I do that? I want him to suffer. He needs to cum, but every time I do this” Zach’s knee falls and Junior jerks, and stiffens a low yearning groan coming from him as his eyes roll. “Prevents him from getting that relief.”

The muscled stud leans down, putting more pressure on Junior’s balls, and speeds up his strokes. Junior is writhing now, a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face. He’s so close, but he can’t get there. He’s trapped in a state of agonizing bliss, and Junior doesn’t know how much more he can take.

Logan, who is now on his hands and knees, crawls over to Zach to help stop this. “Zach...stop...” he says, his voice weak. Caleb does not hesitate. From his perch on the couch, Caleb notices Logan’s intention to save his brother, and he forces himself up from the couch. Walking slowly Caleb comes up to his older cousin and he takes careful aim. From behind his older cousin Caleb spots the swaying bulge move and shift in Logan’s shorts. Caleb can clearly spot Logan’s balls between his ass cheeks as he crawls over to Junior, he just gets to Junior as Caleb kicks him, hard. Logan’s eyes bulge and he gasps as Caleb’s toes sink deep into his scrotum from behind.

“Ca....leb!” Logan gasps and falls back to the floor stunned. The oldest cousin, bashed his balls straight up, nailing the sensitive backsides of his testicles, his toenails needed to be trimmed cutting into his sensitive flesh. Logan groans from the floor, and slips a hand beneath the waistband of his shorts grabbing his bare fleshy nuts. He can feel the small indentations from Caleb’s toes and Logan grimaces.

“Nice one!” Zach grins, and grinds his knee further as Logan and Junior both moan together at the same time. Junior’s nuts flatten out, the nutmeat tenderizing as Zach brings back his knee and watches Junior’s nuts plump back-up vulnerable and bruised, and swings his knee straight like an arrow into Junior’s groin. Junior gulps, the pain overwhelming as his legs are pressed further out and away from Zach's intrusive thigh shattering his still developing bulge. The teen bucks, his cock throbs in Zach’s hand an angry flair as clear pre-cum seeps out landing like dew drops from after a morning’s rainfall on his hairless clenched stomach.

“My balls!” Junior squeaks. “Aaaaaw no...not my balls.” His head shakes as Zach does it again. This is not a fight...Zach, not any more. Zach is torturing him, and loving every moment of it.

Zach’s hand is slick with Junior’s pre-cum now, and he uses it to his full advantage, sliding his hand up and down Junior’s shaft with a renewed vigor. Junior is panting, his body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He’s so close, but Zach won’t let come to completion. Junior is forced to stay in a state of excruciating ecstasy, and Junior rolls with his ragged breathing, tensing, preparing for his eventual release.

“Maybe you should have just given up when you had the chance,” Zach says with a grunt as he continues to bounce his knee on Junior’s balls. The hammering blows, jerks Junior up an inch, and he freezes up his balls a sweaty mess in his sack, smooshing against his own body. Zach can feel Junior’s cock twitch in his hand, and he knows the boy is close to the edge. He can feel the tension building, the anticipation of the release that’s so close, yet so far being denied to him.

Junior’s mind is a blur of sensation. The pain in his balls is a constant, throbbing presence, a dull ache that’s constantly being pierced by sharp, stinging jolts from Zach’s savage devastating knee. But the pleasure from Zach’s hand is just as intense, a warm, spreading heat that’s building to a fever pitch. Caught between two extremes, Junior is in a high hostage state as his breath quickens, and he begins to pant. Junior’s body utterly hostage to the fast pass hand jerking away at his hard cock.

Zach notices the signs in Junior and deliberately starts to slow down, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more teasing. He wants to draw this out, to make Junior suffer for as long as possible. He can see the unease in Junior’s eyes, the need, the hatred for him and he opens his mouth to speak but Zach nails him with another knee, the force of the blow shattering his words and Junior squeezes his eyes shut and grunt. “You’ve got to…stop! UUUUghhhh…my balls…my boynuts, oh fuck…fuck…oh shit.” Junior jerks up, his body hovering, caught in never ending pain as his balls are crushed, smashed against the floor. Zach feels that he happened to twist each nut in just the wrong way that the orbs were forced to slip away from his hard kneecap completely flattened out and squirt out from the pressurized hit.

Junior falls back to the floor gasping, and shattered. He grabs his head, pulling at his blonde hair. The hair is soaked and his muscles strain as the his body is slammed with the unnatural pain growing between his thighs.

“You want to cum, don't you?” Zach whispers, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Beg me for it, kid.”

Junior’s face flushes with shame. He doesn’t want to beg, doesn't want to do anything that Zach demands of him. He can feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in his gut, and he knows he won’t be able to hold back for much longer.

“You want me to beg…fuck you, I ain’t going to…ughh…no, way….I am not going to...you can’t make me” Junior whimpers, the words coming out in ragged gasps.

“You are one tough little dude” Zach admits, rather impressed.

“This time I won’t” Junior clenches his teeth refusing to give in, refusing to give up.

Zach eyes widen, and Caleb creeps over to watch his brother splooge all over himself. But is surprised to see the defiance in Junior’s gaze even as Zach bares down hard on his balls and Caleb risks.

“Move over I can finish off my brother…I have every night this week until he escaped to Logan’s place last night. That was going to be day eight. It’s pretty easy, watch me. I am a pro now” Caleb explains proudly. Caleb tries to shoulder Zach out of the way, but no way is Zach going to give this one to Caleb.

Zach pauses, one finger sliding over Junior’s almost purple knob, fingering his slit on the head and with his free hand, and backhands Caleb right in the sweet spot. Knuckles first, his fist slamming hard against Caleb’s small lump in his still wet shorts.

Caleb feels the hard knock to his bulge, but Zach’s attention is caught on Caleb as he asks “Are you smaller than Rex’s tiny marbles?” Zach’s mouth opens a bit, as he remembers the punch and tries to match that in his mind to Rex’s.

Falling to his knees Caleb, grabs his groin groaning “Oh god…” he gasps. Caleb winces, both hands cupping his small balls, and he has a moment to think that maybe he joined the wrong side before the throbbing pain intensifies him and he is caught in the full wave of this nauseating feeling.

Zach’s grip on Junior’s cock loosens as he turns to see Caleb falling to the floor. Junior’s eyes dart around the room, he knows this is a chance, a small window of opportunity to escape Zach’s grasp. He has to act fast, before Zach realizes what’s happening.

With a surge of adrenaline, Junior bucks his hips, trying to throw Zach off balance. Zach, taken by surprise, stumbles back, his knee coming off Junior's balls. Junior feels a wave of relief as the pressure is released, but he knows it’s only temporary. He has to get away, now.

He scrambles to his feet, his legs shaky and unsteady feeling like lead. Junior can feel the pain in his balls, a dull, throbbing bottomless ache that makes him want to curl up in a ball and cry. But he pushes it aside, focusing on the task at hand. Junior has to get out of here, has to find a way to end this nightmare and recuperate for a while before Zach can get him again.

Zach is quick to recover, and he’s on Junior in a flash just as the boy’s head looks first to the door outside and the staircase upstairs. That small moment of indecision was all Zach needed. Zach tackles Junior from behind, a small cry coming from him, as Zach wrapping his arms around Junior’s waist and pulls him to the ground. They land in a heap of tangled limbs, their bodies pressed together in a tight, sweaty embrace.

Using his wrestling skills, Zach wraps Junior up with his legs, and wrapping one hand around his throat. Junior’s hands immediately reach up, to stop Zach but Zach’s other free meaty hand grabs him south of his navel. Shame overwhelms Junior as Zach grabs his balls again, both locked up in his big fist.

“No!” Junior gasps, his hips rocking up, his cock waving in the air like a flag pole as he tries and fails to jerk away.

Zach laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through Junior’s body. He tightens his grip on Junior’s balls, and Junior lets out a strangled cry.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Zach whispers, his hot breath on Junior’s ear. “You’re mine.”

He squeezes again, harder this time, and Junior’s vision starts to tunnel. The pain is overwhelming, a white-hot, searing agony that threatens to consume him. He can feel his balls being crumpled, the delicate organs squishing under the pressure in his wrinkly ballsack. He’s never felt anything like this before, never been so completely and utterly at someone else’s mercy. By now, Junior usually figures a way out, but Zach has stopped him at every turn.

“Zach…if you keep that up you are going to squish out his…well you know.” Logan says from the floor, watching captivated as he fights to get back in this.

Zach grins, and continues to squeeze. “Maybe I should squeeze out his cum, drain his testes dry. Think that’ll stop him from trying to act all tough?”

Logan’s face reddens, and flushes just like Junior is now as Zach’s body coils more firmly around the boy, holding him in place like a serpent.

The thought of that being him on the floor, at Zach’s mercy makes Logan’s own aching balls clench in dread.

Zach continues to squeeze Junior’s balls, and Junior can feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in his gut. Junior’s eyes glint, it’s a warning and Logan can plainly see his cock throbbing, it’s right up against his abs now unwavering and harder than before. Is Junior going to cum without any stimulation from his dick? It sure looks like it.

Junior manages to pull back Zach’s arm enough to gasp “Won’t cum…won’t c—um.” It’s unclear if Junior is trying to convince himself of this…or Zach.

Zach laughs, the rumbling in his gut is felt in Junior’s back, but his solid grip unrelenting on his teenage cumtanks that really starts to do him in. Junior starts to seize up, the building in his loins is fully back and he fights with tooth and nail against Zach but his grip is too strong. Zach is too big. Zach is too strong. Zach is going to make him cum, and Junior doesn't have the power to stop it.

Zach shifts, his arm wrapping around Junior’s neck, choking him while his fist clenches his balls tighter, and Zach can feel the straining orbs scrunch in his grasp. Junior fights, but his struggles are getting weaker and weaker. His mind is a haze of pain, confusion, and a growing sense of dread. He’s trapped, and he knows it. Junior going to lose.

Zach’s grip tightens again, and Junior lets out a choked moan. He can feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in his gut. Junior’s toes dig into the floor, and his fingers pause in their pulling as he takes an uneasy breath. The growing need starts up, and Junior can’t fight past it.

“Zach…stop…you’re going to…oh god…” Junior moans, as a shudder runs through him, as he finally loses all control. He arches up from Zach’s body his body clenching as sensation almost too intense engulfs him. Junior’s stiff, throbbing penis jolts in the air untouched by Zach, pulses once, than twice as a huge spurt of jizz escapes from the tip of his cock, then another, and then another, each one hitting him in the chest and stomach, painting him in his own cum. Junior gasps as the final spurt of cum lands right in the middle of his chest, a white, sticky mess drenching him in a clear sign of his defeat.

Zach reaches down, releasing Junior’s neck, as the breathless boy completely relaxes against him, the fight gone. Junior takes in a full lung full of air, which seems to fill up just as Zach drains away his potency. Zach’s free hand grabs Junior’s still pumping cock, and the firm grasp sends Junior a spasm to continue cumming and he bares his teeth and thrusts up. Junior’s hips jerk as he shoots his cock in and out as he spews again another burst of semen. This time it lands on the floor in front of him. Zach is still pumping him, staying in rhythm with Junior’s hard cock and his eyes mist over half closing as Zach squeezes, not as hard now but clearly checking to see if Junior has anything left in his balls to churn out.

Junior feels a wave of shame cloud over him, twice Zach has gotten the better of him. Twice now, he has forced him to cum.

Caleb looks murderous like someone stole his birthday money, “I could have helped you.” Caleb groans sitting up, as he rubs his small walnut sack. His nuts still hurt, but he dares not to interfere again. Not yet.

“I’m done” Junior gasps, “Let go…Zach” Junior barely manages to finish, his body covered in shiny with his sweat and semen. However his hardened cock tells something different.

“I don’t know” Zach is furiously pumping harder now, he kept Junior stiff after he finished and he thinks he might get another load out of him yet. “You are still one horny, brat.” Zach’s fingers roll Junior’s plump balls, and as he squishes them a bit in his fingers he can feel that in the suckers…he has another load to give.

“Zach…I already” Junior moans, a telling sign, and his muscles are already back to tensing.

“Oh shit…he’s going to pop again!” Caleb announced quietly, and he reaches down into his shorts to feel his own hardness and gives it a squeeze. “Do it, Zach.”

Logan starts to get to his feet, “Zach…you must not again, shit just look at him. He’s already…”

Junior moans so loud that he interrupts him, and grabs both of Zach’s legs hard, his whole boy vibrating with desire. “Oh fuck, for fucks sake…I… oh shit, shit, shit…uuuughhhhh!”

Junior thursting pelvis comes in hard and fast and he writhes like a snake, coiling up to strike and Zach chuckles his lower hand now cradling Junior’s nuts tightening. Junior’s nuts are so close to his erection and seem to pulse with energy. Zach bares down on the pair and Junior shudders, eyes crossing.

“Nuts!” he gasps. “Not my nuts!” Junior bellows, Zach’s fist crushing his recently drained boynuts is almost too much for the lad to bare.

Zach gives a final yank, and Junior jolts against him. “Nnnnnnng!” Junior gaps, body starting to betray him once again. Zach’s fingers slip deeper into Junior’s scrotum, the handhold tightening as the older stud clenches his fist shut, all fingers doing their job and stab into Junior’s sensitive nutsack. The move squelches Junior’s nuts, mounding his testicles together and forcing the orbs to deform as Zach’s fingers turn white.

“Aaaaaaah, Zach! My balls! Aaaaaaah, my balls!” Junior screams, and he kicks out hard. A wet splattering is heard as a second round of semen is ripped from Junior’s body. The boy goes limp as he blasts twice more, and his cock once so hard curves down in Zach’s fist. Zach feels Junior’s mighty wave and his dong droops sadly down, still dibbling a few measly drops onto his thumb. Junior’s body, slick with sweat and semen, collapses to the floor in a heap of exhausted, broken limbs. His cock, finally flaccid, lies limp against his thigh. His balls are larger and more bloated from Zach’s handiwork that he has seen.

Zach stands over him, a triumphant smirk on his face. He looks down at Junior, and the mess that he made. Then Zach looks at both Logan, and finally at Caleb. He’s the alpha, the dominant one, and he’s made his point.

“See?” Zach says, looking from one boy to the next. “That’s how you handle a punk like that. You don’t let up, not even for a second. You break them, you drain them, and you leave them with nothing left. You make them understand who’s in charge.”

Logan gets to his feet, moving gingerly. He’s still sore, but he’s not going to stay on the floor. He can see Junior’s chest heaving, the boy trying to catch his breath. He can see the cum splattered across his chest and stomach, the slick, shiny evidence of his defeat.

Taking a step towards his younger cousin, he asks “Junior?” and reaches for him but Zach spins and kicks out, flattening his nuts with a forward kicking smack that takes out the assistant coach, leaving him gasping.

“Uuugh fuck!” Logan barks out, hands holding his groin.

“I messed up the whole, Kruger crew this weekend!” Zach puts his hands on hips staring down at Junior splayed on the floor in his own mess, eyes blinking dazedly as he stares up at the ceiling not even bothering to cover himself up. Everything from the waist down feels totally used up.

Zach’s phone pings and he glances down, “That will be Triple A! Thanks for the fun weekend, Logan. I won’t forget it.”

Moving towards the door he starts to whistle, he really showed everyone today. Feeling on top of the world. He is unprepared as the front door opens just as he gets to it.

It’s Chase. And he is not alone.

Chase is soaked to the bones, looking miserable. On either side of him are the twins Max and Rex also muddy, and equally soaked.

The camping group is back.

“Rex?” Zach asks not believing it.

“Holy shit!” Rex pushes back Chase coming into the room and eying the destruction before him and he looks up. Zach towers above him, but Rex seems to fear nothing even after his recently loss to the giant a few months back.

“The weekend was a wash out, but you being here fixes everything by!” The pint sized kid, slams a fist into his palm. Rex pointedly stares right at Zach’s meaty and very full shorts. “I’m going to kick you right in your dino nuts!”

“Now, wait…Rex!” Zach starts to say, and it’s then that he launches himself right at Zach.  Flying airborne Rex leaps into Zach’s arms taking the big guy by surprise, and with the forward momentum the pair both go down to the floor.

Landing in the spot where Junior just came, Zach cringes at the cool cum sticking to his back as he looks up into Rex’s hazel eyes. The kid is wet, and muddy and already Zach feels like he needs yet another shower.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Rex says, his grin wide as he looks down at the shirtless college stud and reaches for his favorite pair of big balls.

 

 

To be concluded….