King of the Ring: Part 5(of 13) Max VS Caleb written by Jimmy

 

King of the Ring: Part 5 Max VS Caleb

by Jimmy

 Warning: Contains wrestling, traces of cum, and underaged characters.

Max climbs into the ring first, after Aldo was helped to exit the ring. Aldo changed back into his street clothes, as his singlet was very damp from the last match, and he sits next to Leroy, and both appear to be in a jovial mood. Doug has recovered more since his bought and easily jokes with Aldo about his spectacular loss.

Eagerly Caleb, Logan’s oldest cousin awaits the slightly younger twin. Caleb is a year younger than Max, and they are about the same height, although Max weighs more with a slightly larger upper body. Max is more defined, his chest muscles poking out from underneath his singlet, his dime sized nipples erect and eager. Max’s washboard abs show off his swimmer’s physique and skills, along with the hours and dedication he pours into the pool. Max sweeps back his hair behind his ears, his amber eyes accessing Logan’s eldest cousin.

Caleb is blonde, blue eyed and eager to prove himself, but the comparisons to Logan Krueger end there. Caleb does not quite fill out the singlet as well as his cousin, especially between the legs. What Caleb lacks in boyhood, he more than makes up for in his determination to win and prove himself. Caleb is stretching in the ring and he enthusiastically awaits Max’s entrance into the ring.

Sitting close by is Caleb’s younger brother, Junior. Junior is on the end of his seat starring avidly at his older brother and Jayden leans down sitting next to him “How do you think he’s going to do?”

Junior shrugs, “Not sure. But I can’t wait to find out.”

“Me too, buddy,” Jayden says with a grin messing with Junior’s hair. Junior bats him off, but Jayden does not relent and goes for his abs next tickling him. Jayden laughs, and pushes further into Junior’s abs with his probing tickling digits as the two start to tussle.

Chase frowns seeing this, shaking his head as a quick jab fires from Junior straight into Jayden’s singlet pouch making him moan, and fingers loosen against Juniors ribs.

“My boynuts,” Jayden squeaks, as Junior’s fist turns and he cups his balls.

Junior raises one eyebrow, “Remove that hand or else.” Junior tightens his fist indicting his strong point.

Jayden backs off, and Junior grins squeezing his balls once more sharply making him groan before letting go.

“Nice one,” Gino says, puts an arm across his shoulders. “Nice nutclaw, great execution. Jayden’s always been suseptable to those.”

“Yeah, I know. I bust him a lot.”

Gino looks down at him with renewed interest. “Really?”

“Yup.”

Gino wants to find out more but the match pulls all of their attention back to the main event.

Max and Caleb are spinning around each other searching for a weakness, or a good strong opening move. Max moves in first and takes a swipe at Caleb with a solid grab. Caleb’s singlet top is snagged and even as Caleb tries to move away, Max yanks him back opening up one arm and clotheslining him across the top of his chest with an arm out straight knocking Caleb to the mat.

Caleb lays dazed, as Max lifts up one elbow and drops to Caleb’s midsection lining up his pointy elbow for dead center mass of Caleb’s mostly flat abdomen. Caleb groans when Max connects, sinking his elbow in deep causing Caleb to grunt and sit-up gasping.

Smirking to the audience, Max plays it up by smacking Caleb in the forehead with an open palm making the younger teen see spots as he hurriedly cover his face with his hands leaving his torso open again. Max takes advantage with several body punches to the kid’s abs, with a quick one-two punch.

“This is too easy,” Max says as Caleb grabs his middle and rolls to the side clutching his guts and wheezing in strained agony.

Max stands up and starts dragging Caleb across the ring towards the post. He slyly looks over his shoulder at the crowded boys, and wiggles his eyebrows as he hopes down and re-grabs Caleb’s ankles dragging him toward the post, making sure that Caleb’s legs are on either side of the metal support beam of the ring.

Caleb looks up in surprise, and then fear as his crotch gets closer and closer to the thick rounded metal pole sticking up at the corner of the mat.

“Ready to make a wish?” Max asks with a laugh as he pulls Caleb the rest of the way until his groin just barely grazes the metal.

Looking around for a wat out Caleb grabs the ropes on either side, holding on tight as he tries to pull himself backwards. Caleb seems to not be able to move, making Max only chuckle some more.

“Good try, but this is evitable.” Max admits, and giving his arms a good shake, grits his teeth and uses all of his strength to pull Caleb’s ankles.

Caleb’s nuts connect with the post first, before the rest of his groin making a small squish sound as his balls are pressed deep into his pelvis. Caleb’s blue eyes go wide and he makes a soft mewing sound, as Max pulls and yanks on his ankles smooshing his tiny nuts against the post again and again.

Junior is on the end of his seat next to Jayden, slowly rubbing himself absentmindedly while watching Max slowly neuter his big brother.

“That’s gotta hurt,” Junior says with a grin, toying with himself.

“Yeah,” admits Jayden, covering his eyes as Caleb groans louder and falling on his back in the ring arms rigid and straight by his sides.

“My balls!” Caleb shouts, his body tense, and starts to writhe and buck wildly as Max yanks his ankles, making his nuts hit the pole again and again before placing one of his one feet on the center of the pole as leverage and pulls again.

Caleb seems to notice the change, and his blue eyes go wide with painful terror and he moans, banging his fist against the mat.

“Give up?” Max asks stopping the assault on Caleb’s nuts momentarily.

Sucking in a breath for the first time, Caleb clutches his chest and moans.

“Can’t hear you!” Max says louder, dropping Caleb’s ankles and coming closer to the ring. “Speak up or I go right back to it.”

Max’s ears seem to perk up and he tilts his head. “What’s that?” he asks, now crawling into the ring and moving towards the laid out boy.

“Whatcha say?”

“Nnnnn,” Caleb moans grabbing one of Max’s hands and placing it on his left pec to feel the boy’s heart.

Everyone is quiet now watching, waiting for what is about to happen next.

“I said, you hit like a girl!” Caleb shouts, voice booming around the studio as he grabs Max’s nuts, applying a nutclaw to the distracted opponent.

Max balks after being completed taken by surprise, allowing Caleb to secure his hold on Max’s much larger than his own, testicles in his fist. Caleb’s fingers twist and turn until Max’s nuts are locked in place and he starts to squeeze, growing confidence as Max’s amber eyes bulge, and bites his lip moaning “Oh shit.”

Recently Max has started a growth spurt and ever since his testicles seem to grow a bit bigger each nut, but the process has left his balls especially weak and many of the swimmers have taken advantage of his sensitivity; no one more so than his sore twin brother. Max moans low in his throat, both hands trying to pull off Caleb’s invading fingers as they dig straight into his nutbag targeting his precious nuts.

“Fuck, my big nuts!” Max shouts, his voice rising a few octives in the process.

“Dang it!” says Junior, clearly frustrated as he stops playing with his semi, and glares daggers at his older brother. “I want him out of this in the first round.” Junior pouts.

“It’s not over yet,” says Jayden. “I would not count him out quite…”

At that moment, Caleb twists his wrist with Max’s nuggets inside and Max lets loose a powerful yodel of pain while everyone laughs at the silly painful scrunched up look on his face. Max squeezes his eyes shut, and starts groaning in earnest, “Uh, uh, uh, uh!” while Caleb wrecks his balls beneath him in a perfect nutclaw that his older cousin Logan would be proud of and more than likely he perfected on as a target.

Max unable to take the nut pain any longer strikes back moving his own hand in between Caleb’s thighs to grab his nuts. Caleb sensing the danger, closes his thighs as best as he can with a metal pole between his legs and tries to stop Max’s descent with his free hand. It’s not enough and Max’s sly fingers reach their intended targets grabbing scooping up both of Caleb’s testes in one fell swoop. Max grins through the pain as he starts to squeeze Caleb’s nuts.

“You are smaller than my brother, I think” Max teases, the insult cutting Caleb deep. Caleb’s cheeks flair red, and it’s difficult to know if it’s from embarrassment or the renewed torment on his young testicles.

The two teens are locked in a testicle squeezing match, and both Max and Caleb seem intent on winning. Max and Caleb are groaning, and Max who hovers above Caleb with the latter below him loses strength in his upper arm and collapses on top of Caleb.

Caleb let’s out a grunt and Caleb is slightly stunned the wind knocked out of him, and Max is able to extricate his tender, thoroughly squeezed balls out of his grip and rolls away clutching his aching gonads.

Caleb follows suit, making sure to pull one of his legs out from between the metal pole and both boys now are in fetal positions nursing their swelling ball sacks.

The pair stay like that for several minutes, the crowd getting bored until Max starts climbing to his feet. Caleb not too far behind him climbs unsteadily on his own wobbly legs and stumbles toward Max ready to reengage.

Max’s yellow-brown eyes narrow, and he takes a breath and rushes to meet Caleb. Caleb thrusts up a knee, which Max backhands away and body slams him into the rope. Caleb bounces back his head flying back and the white lights above partially blind him for a moment and as things start to come back into focus with him bounding forward he sees Max’s foot smacks him in the chest knocking him to the mat below.

 Caleb lands with a grunt, all air expunging from his lungs as he stares dazedly upwards towards Max who grins down at him. Caleb gulps as Max kicks his legs apart and launches a booted kick directly between his thighs nailing his balls so hard that the pair get crushed between the toe-kick and the mat, making tiny squished sounds as if Max had stepped on two large grapes.

Caleb lurches up so that he is level with Max’s waist and with all the force he can muster sends an uppercut between Max’s legs hitting Max’s bigger targets with a smack that’s heard all around the studio.

Max grunts, and drops to his knees grabbing his balls groaning, “My balls.” Max grimaces, the ghost of Caleb’s arm hitting his nuts, blasting them against his tailbone still seems to be wedged between his legs as he grasps himself feeling sluggish and stupid.

Caleb grabbing his own nut sack sits up next to Max the two eyeing each other as they hold their aching gonads, but Caleb decides to a move feeling that Max must be in a worse state than he is in. Caleb gritting his teeth, and taking the pain away, climbs up onto his knees behind Max and reaches around to Max’s front putting him in a headlock, with one arm pressed against his throat.

Caleb who has remained quiet all match tightens his arm and says in Max’s ear as he feels Max slightly gasp at the pressure “I’ve got you now, Max.”

Max squeezes his eyes at the pressure and both hands automatically rush to his throat, grabbing Caleb’s arm and trying to get some relief. Caleb pulls tighter against Max’s throat. Max struggles, but he is on his knees, his pelvis pushing forward trying to give himself some leverage as he clutches at Caleb’s arm trying to get some air into his lungs.

Smugly, Caleb grins in Max’s ear “Like I said before, you aren’t going anywhere. Nighty night Max. Go to sleep.” Caleb pulls some more and because he has a free hand he reaches around to Max’s front itching down Max’s sternum with nimble fingers as if he is tipping down the stairs, across the abdomen, and into no man’s land. Caleb grins as his fingers slide over Max’s plump bulge, by passing his curled up python to the eggs below. Encircling Max’s ball sack, Caleb’s hand opens wide tickling the bottom of Max’s balls making him go still.

Caleb relents some of the pressure on Max’s neck so that he can truly enjoy what is about to happen, and it’s not eclipsed by the inability for Max to breathe. Caleb continues to run his fingers up and around Max’s scrotum, which begins to tighten against him. Caleb also notices a subtle change, Max sighs against him and just to make sure he is understanding this change one finger roams upward and he feels Max beginning to bloat there, his penis is already half-hard and slowly growing.

“Max, what’s happening here?” Caleb asks as he grabs Max’s half-cocked cock and pumps him a few times, which elicits a few moans.

Caleb stares out at the crowd and announces, “He’s getting an erection!”

The boys laugh, but no one harder than Rex who adds in a steady clap, clapping.

“Ugh!” Max groans as Caleb’s thumb and forefinger encircle the head of his dick and twist it around and around, teasing the appendage, which only continues to grow until Max is straining against his singlet, hard and pulsing.

“You going to cum for me?” Caleb asks seductively, his breath warm in Max’s ear now. “Give everyone a show, and ruin the singlet that Chase got for you?”

Max begins to struggle now, not wanting to end the match this way.

“Hey!” Caleb shouts a little grabbing Max’s erection more tightly. “I could do this,” and he pumps Max faster, his fingers gliding up and down Max’s rigidly thrumming cock.

 “Or this,” Caleb says reaching below, grabbing Max’s nuggets and squeezing them.

“This,” Caleb says grabbing Max’s erection and pumping him a few more times.

“Or this?”

Caleb grabs Max’s balls and adds a twist, which leaves Max gasping.

“You fight me, and I bust your balls,” warns Caleb reaching back up to grab Caleb’s dong, his fingers wrapping around Max’s thick erection and pumping his cock up and down root to tip and back again.

“Relax and let it happen,” coos Caleb unable to keep the chuckle from his voice, as he steadily beats Max off much to the enjoyment of the crowd.

Max moans, his balls are so sore and his cock is so hard. Max’s amber eyes glaze over turning more yellow when he is turned on, as Caleb expertly works over his penis and Max can tell that he is not his first.

Laying back against Caleb, he knows how easy this would be. Caleb is jacking him off a good steady rhythm now, paying close attention to his pulsating crown, and leaking tip. Max’s heart picks up in earnest and he feels his breathing in his chest increasing. Max is going to come undone soon, he is going to cum. That’s when Max feels Caleb tiny nail of an erection poking him in the back. It’s so small that he barely notices it at first, but it’s there laying against his lower back, rigid and taunting along his spine.

“Nnnnng, uh, uh, uh!” Max moans, his arms not really pulling on Caleb’s arm just holding it there against the top of his chest.

Max is so close now, he can feel that he is almost past the point of no return and he goes to give a warning, but he sees his twin brother and the look of smug satisfaction as he starts a chorus of, “Cum! Cum! Cum!”

Max’s eyes open wide, and Caleb encourages him, “Almost there, your about to give it up!” Caleb laughs again, and he thrusts his tiny cocklet against his back and Max loses it.

Max suddenly yanks Caleb overhead, his hands using Caleb’s elbow as leverage as he heaves him over and drops him onto his back.

Caleb slams down and bounces once, wincing at the intensity and abruptness of the drop.

Max stammers and sucks in a breath, trying not to cum…he is so goddam close that he practically tingles, strumming with the feeling. And sends a punch straight into Caleb’s abs that he had worked over at the beginning of the match.

The fist sinks deep into Caleb’s guts and he comes off the matt groaning his head so close to Max’s junk touches it. Caleb recognizing where he is open his mouth his pink tongue searching until he licks the outlined knob in Max’s singlet pouch tasting the salty wetness at the tip. Max moans, and his cock pulses.

“Almost got you,” Caleb whisper, licking the outside of Max’s puffed up crown knob again.

Max closes his eyes, trying to regain control as Caleb’s wet mouth engulfs his stiffy, sucking at the tip; singlet be damned.

“Oh fuck,” Max whimpers eyes bursting open as he throbs now as the topmost half of his dick is in Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb sucks for all he’s worth at Max’s appendage, swirling his tongue, and being extra careful of not using his teeth.  Caleb himself pulses in his own singlet and he reaches down to touch himself and he can’t quite believe how hard he is, his little cocklet feel rigid as a steel nail and he moans upon touching himself.

Max opens his eyes, his mouth panting in effort not to cum and pounds his fist again in Caleb’s abdomen, sinking his fist deeper into his guts. Caleb groans, swallowing more of Caleb causing Max to grit his teeth as his cum boils deep down, his pulsating erection throbbing as his hips give a compensatory thrust deeper down the cavern of Caleb’s throat. 

Caleb’s abs hurt, and with his free hand to finish Max off reaches behind him and grabs the hanging twin bollocks, wrapping his fingers tightly around the scrotum that has descended up to the bottom of Max’s cock fully prepared to unload.

Moaning Max whimpers, “Not my balls.”

Caleb grins with Max in his mouth and keeps sucking, trying to suck as much of Max inside his mouth as possible; while his free hand rampages Max’s bollocks bag scrunching the fat nuggets inside in a tight ball. Meanwhile Caleb pumps all the faster on his own nail, his hand a blur as he plans on cumming right after he forces Max to expunge his seed.

Everyone in the audience is a bit turned on by all sexual nature of this match, and quite a few of the boys have erections, several of them are touching themselves as they watch this scene in front of them.

“I don’t care who wins anymore,” says Junior in a huff, his breathing is haggard and Jayden is surprised to see how hard he is in his singlet as he furiously jacks himself off.

Gino chuckles on the other side of the youngest Kruger and whispers in his ear, “You going to cum when your brother does?” he asks, rubbing his shoulders.

Juniors blue eyes are dancing as he watches Caleb, his brother suckling on Max’s exposed erection, while his other hand crushes his valuable boyhood in the other all the while he pumps on his tiny erect stiffy, slightly kicking his legs against the mat.

Junior smirks, breathing hard turning towards Gino with a widening smile. Junior raises one eyebrow and twists his torso, launching a spectacular side kick from his chair that swings and plummets deep within Gino’s groin nailing his fat testicles to his tailbone.

“Mind your own business,” Junior says, breathing hard as Gino gasps and drops out of his chair rolling into a fetal position at the youngster’s feet. Junior turns to Jayden and says, “Now I can say that I have ball busted both Gomez brothers.”

“Welcome to the club,” Chase says, dropping an arm over Jayden’s shoulders. “I did that first though.”

Jayden rolls his brown eyes, and points at the match.

“I think we are about to get a conclusion,” Jayden chuckles.

Max is a wreck in front of them, humping Caleb’s face, groaning with Caleb’s other hand mashing his nuts together like a vice. Max has not given up but pounds away at Caleb’s abdomen one punch, after another. Caleb clenches his abs after each hit, and he too is feeling the effects as he moans around Max’s cock in his mouth, a bit of drool leaking from his mouth and down his neck as he sucks, while on his back.

Max unable to hold back any longer, gets a wild crazy look in his yellow brown eyes, and puts both hands together bringing it wide overhead and drops the two-fisted hammer blow, not to Caleb’s abdomen but lower, much lower. Max’s double fist slams into Caleb’s balls in a homerun smack knocking his balls against his pelvis bone as hard as he can. Max senses his knuckles crunching the balls flat momentarily and Caleb’s screams with Max’s erection still in his throat and swallows it further as Caleb’s squeezes Max all the harder.

Max lets loose a volley of warm cum, as he grunts and spasms in Caleb’s mouth drenching his singlet pouch. Caleb moans beneath him and tastes some of the salty liquid that drips from the Lycra singlet falling to the back of his throat. Max opens his palms still cumming, his hips thrusting rhythmically as he squishes Caleb’s still tender nuggets in hand.

Humping Caleb, Max keeps pumping out cum for another few seconds until he drops on top of Caleb in a 69 position and opens his jaws to take Caleb’s thin pulsing nail in his own mouth and sucks the thirteen year old Kruger cousin.

Caleb never having experienced something like this before thrusts quickly, rapidly slamming his pelvis into Max’s face while Max deep throats the tiny nub for all he’s worth.

Moments after Max stops cumming, Max is rewarded as Caleb spasms underneath him. Max feels the tingles along Caleb’s rigid dick, but tastes nothing and realizing that the boy is having a dry cum. Max sucks all the while as if he was producing semen and pays close attention to Caleb’s head, suckling at the tip until Caleb spits out Max’s still hard cock and pleads, “No more!”

Max grins and sucks him a bit more, making Caleb thrash underneath him, his sensitive cock must be killing him and rolls off the boy grabbing his aching nuts and closing his eyes.

Caleb does the same, and the two lay side-by-side, panting and exhausted.

Chase stands up, “Looks like we have a winner!”

Chase jumps in the ring and lifts up one of Caleb’s arms, holding it aloft.

“Caleb will proceed to the next round!”

Caleb turns his head to look at Max, and the two boy’s eyes meet. Caleb grins, shyly now and Max mouth ‘Congratulations.’

Caleb goes red in the face and sits up as Chase starts talking about the next match but he sees a bit of movement behind the curtain and swears that someone was just standing there, watching the match. Caleb shakes his head, he must have been seeing things and slowly climbs to his feet.

Junior stands in front of him, “I’m up next. Any advice?”

“Yeah,” says Caleb glancing back at Max and grinning. “Guard your balls.”

Caleb moves in to ball tag his younger brother, but Junior easily smacks the clumsy blow away and flicks his own wrist up and hits Caleb in his wet singlet pouch with a loud wet smack. Caleb’s eyes go wide, and he droops to his knees moaning.

“Don’t worry Caleb, I’ll get his balls first. Just like I got yours.” Junior says laughing as he shoves Caleb to the mat where his older brother curls up holding his extremely aching sore nuts.

Instantly Caleb realizes how much worse a nutshot is after having an orgasm, and he whimpers in his protective fetal position while his younger brother taunts him about how weak and pathetic his balls are.

“Just wait Caleb, after I beat Rex, I might face you next. And I'll win. Then, unlike you I will get to face Jayden. I hope you enjoy watching your younger brother win.” Junior smirks starring at his brother holding onto his pitiful balls.