Friday, June 10, 2022

King of the Ring Part 7 (of 12) written by Jimmy

 

King of the Ring Part 7: Chase VS Bill

By Jimmy

 


Chase seems excited to finally be getting into the ring, and it shows in how he parades around showing off his dazzling smile, flexing his growing muscles, and making jokes. It’s finally Chase’s turn and he cannot wait to join the small group of winners. So far that list has included Gino, Adam, Leroy, Max, and Junior. Chase already knows that he has won this match against Bill, all he really has to do is go through the motions. Peering over his shoulder at Bill, he spies his opponent. Not much has changed about Bill over the past year. Bill is still the mousy brown haired boy, skinny but with a tight swimmers body and bright light blue eyes, the color of the Caribbean Sea. Chase thought of Bill as the smallest on the team, turns out that was close to the truth but Rex owns that crown not by much. Bill’s twig and berries is pretty close to a real statement.

“Ready?” Bill asks.

Chase jerks his head side-to-side and answers with “I was born that way, Bill. Let’s wrestle.”


Bill nods solemnly, Chase can already see that Bill is resigned and is already planning on his eventual loss. ‘I’ll try and go easy on him,’ Chase thinks winking at Jayden.

His boyfriend had a rough half-hour with everyone present booting him in the nuts, and he still clutches his nuggets feelin’ his oats. Chase tries not to laugh, and hides it with a cough. Jayden sees and sticks out his pink tongue at him and Chase only laughs louder now grabbing his side. Chase has to admit he loves to see his boyfriend in pain! Of course, he prefers to be the one who causes that pain, but Jay’s twisted face, whoever made it, is always so exciting.

Bill seems unsure what is happening. He turns to see Jayden and Chase sharing a moment, and his blue eyes get steely. He narrows his gaze on Chase while his opponent leans against the ropes full on belly laughing, with tears of mirth rolling down his cheeks. Bill assumes the two lovers are enjoying a joke about him. With burning cheeks, Bill strives forward towards Chase who is so distracted that he does not notice the approach. It’s only when Bill’s foot hits him from behind that he registers that the match has indeed begun. Better, his testicles are the ones who realize it.

Chase gasps, not sure what hit him as he stares down at the invading shoe of Bill’s smacking his nuts.

“My big balls!” Chase barks out as Bill pulls back, and pain explodes in Chase’s bulging manhood. Chase grips the ropes harder, trying to catch his breath as Bill grabs his waist and yanks him hard backwards, using a leg sweep to knock Chase off his feet.

Chase crashes against the mat with his legs in the air, and his lungs expunge the air from his body as his head bounces off the mat. Dazed, Chase groans as Bill rolls on top of him pinning his arms by his head. Bill weighs almost nothing to Chase but he locks eyes with him and readjusts his legs. Bill lines up his knee and plows it straight into his bulging big boys centering the heart of his young masculinity.

“That’ll teach you to laugh at me!” Bill says with grit in his voice, as he follows the first knee with a second, both hitting Chase with deadly precision.

“Fuck Bill!” Chase curses, trying to cover himself to defend his nuts. Chase whines, trying to get his balls free but Bill solidly holds his arms in place and Chase can feel his strength waning. The pain is getting worse and worse for Chase and his nutsack blazes in intensity as Bill lines up for another knee. Knees have always been Chase’s downfall, and he can’t take another one. Already his stomach is clenching and twisting. He sees how angry Bill is and he’s confused on what did he do to make him rage that way.

Bill brings his knee up for a third strike but Chase rolls onto his side, using his remaining strength to grab onto Bill’s arms that hold him down and takes Bill with him. In mid roll Chase manages to catch Bill’s assaulting thigh in between his legs, trapping it in place before Bill can successfully get to his intended targets again. “Errrr,” Bill growls rocking his thigh trying to get it closer, but Chase holds his thigh still just barely keeping it in place. The two boys are sweaty already and Bill’s thigh slides back and forth, but not yet enough to get to Chase’s balls to do more damage.

“Bill” Chase says groaning, looking at Bill with a grimace on his face as he takes careful big deep breathes in, his fat bruising nuts pulsating from between his legs, still very much in danger of being hit.

You started it! Why did you have to laugh at me?!” Bill yells so loud, his voice dripping in offence. Specks out spittle hit Chase in the face and chest from Bill’s hollering mouth. Bill breathes hard, his face turning scarlet and that’s when Chase starts to put the pieces together.

Chase clears his throat and say “Bill I was not laughing at----”

Bill not hearing an apology, and already knowing how this is going to go, reaches for Chase’s throat and wraps one hand around Chase’s windpipe silencing him quite effectively, while his other hand darts between them and grabs onto Chase’s bulge. Chase’s singlet pouch is hot and sweaty, and Bill’s graceful fingers swirl around the full groin until they locate Chase’s fat testicles. He grabs them in a strong deadly nutclaw, feeling all the mass of his target through his fingers. He always knew that Chase has one of the biggest set of balls he met, but such dimensions make the squeeze more thrilling. For a moment, Bill thinks he could win the match, not for the challenge itself, but for having the pleasure to dominating Chase’s fat balls.

Chase’s cobalt eyes go wide, and Bill can see the specks of gold trembling in Chase’s scared gaze for his manhood as Bill’s finger sink deep into his nutmeat. On the other hand, Bill smiles and squeezes harder, appreciating this feeling up and starting to feel the excitement brewing in his own loins.

Bill rolls Chase’s fleshy sack around and helps himself to pulling the pouch downward to meet his knee that is still stuck between Chase’s well-muscled thighs. He presses the balls firmly against his own knee cap and the hard bone flattens Chase’s bulging sac.

Shaking his head, Chase gasps as Bill squishes his nuts trying to flatten the dense orbs against his rounded bony kneecap. Bill leans in further so that his hot breath washes over Chase and he says “I got your big balls now, fucker” emphasizing the words “big balls”. He feels in his hand the power to bend Chase’s will only by squeezing that dangling pair between his thighs and he is intoxicated by the sensation.

Jayden cannot believe what he is seeing. Sure, Bill got a sneaky attack in on Chase but Chase has been owned for about five minutes and his boyfriend surely cannot take much more damage. ‘Chase’s nuts are so sensitive,’ Jayden thinks. Turning his head Jayden tries to look at his brother but notices that he is gone. He twist his head and sees Gino coming back from the other direction eating a handful of popcorn, and carrying a bowl.

“This is getting good,” Gino says plopping down next to Jayden and offering him the bowl.

Jayden waves him off, and refocuses on the match or tries to but Gino is not done talking.

“He was my only real competition,” Gino says munching a few pieces before he continues.  “And with Chase losing to Bill, well…I’ve got this in the bag,” Gino smirks. “Big bro, versus little bro. It’s Shakespearian right?”

Rolling his dark stormy eyes Jayden huffs. “I think you should reread your Shakespeare, but Gino I’m going to beat you if you make it to the finals. And I will do so in front of everyone. You’ll wish you never had those balls attached to your body,” Jayden clarifies.

“Can’t wait for you to try,” Gino says, shoveling a handful of the sweet buttery kernels into his mouth, and licking the sticky salty mixture from his fingers after he plops in the tiny morsels. “I’m going to enjoy making you cum.” To be honest, he cannot deny that he does not find his brother’s plan a bad idea: it’s been a while since he has experienced his brother testicle-tortures. But in the ring he will focus on a single aim: beating his little brother and doing so by pummeling his gonads.

Jayden gulps at that thought, and crosses his legs making Gino laugh.

Back-in-the-ring…Chase is in a world of trouble.

Bill is crushing Chase’s big balls, and holding him still in the other hand and leaning in to assault Chase with his words.

Chase knows that it is now or never to make a move, or Bill will win this.

Chase grabs Bill’s singlet top and using both of his feet he flips Bill into the air, so that he lands on his back a feet away. He shows all of his strength, grits his teeth but knocking the wind out of his opponent. Chase sucks in air and grabs his balls, feeling his vulnerable throbbing testicles squirming painfully in his fleshy ballsack that strums excruciatingly. Chase moans rolling into a protective fetal position, clutching himself and trying to gently rub some feeling back into his testicles. The intense debilitating agony rocks Chase to his very core, and he moans and gasps feeling his plums pounding in his ballsack swelling and vibrating acutely.

Not far away Bill groans laying prone on the mat, unaware of how he got there. Bill’s eyes wander around the lights above as he breathes carefully in and out, his head thumping in pain and squeezing seawater eyes hut as his temples throb.

The two boys stay down for a bit, and no one is surprised now that Bill is the first to climb to his feet. Bill staggers a bit, tripping over himself and leaning onto the middle rope of the wrestling ring for support as he gives his head a shake.

“Ugh.”

Bill reaches up one arm, and rubs the back of his head and peers around the studio. Everyone is focused in on him, and he knows why. He could win this. Chase is still on the mat, and he does not seem to be moving. Slight moans come from him and he whimpers about his big manly balls every now and then, but Chase makes no move to get up and back into the fight. Bill turns back to face Chase, and gets ready to end this.

Bill marches forward, dropping his hand from the back of his head as he comes up to Chase’s back, while his opponent still lays in the fetal position utterly defenseless. Sticking out his pink tongue in thought, Bill reaches down and grabs Chase’s ankles pulling trying to peel them apart and get to the protective center where Chase’s balls are located.

Chase jumps at the touch, sitting up and rolling away to pull out of Bill’s reach. Bill follows him until they get to the corner of the ring where Chase’s head rests against the bottom turnbuckle.

“Bill, don’t you dare go after my big balls again!” Chase stresses peering up at Bill from the bottom turnbuckle. He hopes his threats scares away his enemy, but the tremble in his voice betrays the pain he feels deep within his aching sack.

Smirking for a moment, Bill’s lips curl back down. “Then give up, Chase.”

“No.”

“Then I can’t guarantee what I will do to your ‘Big Balls,’” Bill says air quoting himself as he reaches down to grab Chase’s legs again. Chase pulls back one leg and kicks up with the other knocking Bill back with a solid hit to the chest.

Bill’s gaze turns to stone and he yells in anger, rushing forward. Chase is barely able to climb to his feet and twists his body at the last moment. Bill runs into the top turnbuckle, his head clanging off the hard rounded pad.  He stands dazed staring dully ahead with a cross-eyed expression of confusion painted on his face, his messy brown hair falling in clumps into his hazel eyes.

Chase scoffs and backhands Bill in the chest, the back of his hand smacking against Bill’s thin frame; sending him toppling backwards where his back hits the mat with a thud.

Groaning Bill finds himself prone again starring up at the lights that seem to swirl this time overhead. Bill does not remember if the lights where twirling above his him as they are now.

Chase bends over, still clutching his crying nuts, so sore and tender. “Fuck,” he grimaces, as a shot agony rushes through him, from moving too fast. However, Chase feels almost ready to get back in this fight as he starts to lumber over to Bill. This time he is extra careful to not bump of jostle his delicate contents in his singlet pouch.

Breathing hard Bill blinks up and a shadow crosses over his vision and blocks out the spinning lights.

“Whaaa?” Bill tries to ask as Chase reaches down and scoops him up, carrying him over to the top turnbuckle. Held in Chase’s arms he mumbles something incoherently about how: “This is nice.”

Chase takes no pleasure as he turns Bill upside down and forces him to hang by his ankles, roping the thick wrestling ropes. Chase expertly uses the ropes: his training as cub scout coming into good use here! He loops Bill’s ankles around and around so that he hangs precariously from the top ropes leaving his legs spread open and vulnerable. Chase checks his handy work, as Bill’s fingertips graze the white mat below and he shakes his head.

“How did I get here?” Bill stares around and gulps as he looks up and sees that his groin is mere inches from Chase’s face. “Out oh…I’m in trouble.” He says gulping, swallowing the water that leaks into his mouth and down his throat from his upside down position.

“Yeah, you are.” Chase agrees.

Chase lifts up one his arms holding it straight up and making a fist. Chase had to take very careful aim, as his target was so small, he might miss it completely. Taking one big breath, he eases it out of his lungs as he brings his hand straight down in a wicked karate chop that splits Bill’s walnut sac in half. Chase divides Bill’s balls on either side of his thin small penis is one brisk, quick and fast strike.

“OOOOOoooooo,” goes the crowd of boys, covering their junk. That punch would have disabled most of the spectators, making them shout like a banshee, but not being at the end of that chop make the beat almost worst. They are thinking: ‘What if I was there?’

Bill blinks, and then a split second later the pain hits him blossoming like a midnight flower quick and instant. Bill gasps, and follows it up with a scream of agony that rips through him as Chase pulls his hand away from splitting his walnut ballsack in half as his tiny bulge swells and throbs.

“Oh god! You broke my testicles! DAAAAAAAAMN” Bill groans and tries to reach up and get out of this strange upside down position. But Chase hammers another blow into Bill’s ball bag. Bill feels his already tender balls flatten and he feels nauseas gripping him in his abdomen as his testicles squish utterly against his pelvis with a sad wet splat.

“You did well, Bill but it’s time to check out,” Chase says scooping up Bill’s rail thin rod and giving it a tentative searching squeeze, when he has fit the small piss tube fully in his grasp.

“Nnnng!” Bill whimpers, his bottom lip trembling as Chase pulls and tugs his dick a few more times until his member starts to harden and poke out from between his legs. Bill catches a glimpse of his crowning erection spying a dew drop of pre-cum that leaks from his tip; clear and shinning. Groaning Bill is forced to endure Chase rubbing his tip in slow, methodical semi-circles, his fingertips swirling his wet pre-cum around his nob adding a twist every now and again.

Chase chuckles as Bill moans long and low and he grabs the thickening shaft and pumps his fist a few times, making Bill pant and hiss out tiny grunts of “Ugh, ugh, oooh.” And “Ohhh, oh, ugh, ugh, ughhhh!”

Grabbing Bill by his acorns in one hand, he continues to roll his thumb around the shaft. “This could have been a much easier win, but I am proud of you Bill. You put up a valiant effort and for that I will make sure that you go out like the champ that you are.” Chase tightens his fist, crushing Bill’s nads. Chase leans against Bill’s taut body and pokes his own half hard erection in between Bill’s pecs rubbing himself against the skin in between his small swelling pecs.

Bill arches his hips into Chase’s embrace and that’s when Chase twists his ball claw and Bill moans “No!” His nuts squishing, and being mangled in Chase’s hard embrace.

Chase opens his palm, and brings it back down flatly swatting at Bill’s testicles watching them bounce back up with an audible smack. The resistant and defiant testicles plumps back up to their full, swelling size.

Bill’s body jolts in his leg binds, and his nuggets tremble in fear as he is smacked again. Without warning, this smack slams hit nuts against his thigh crushing the orbs there instead. Bill unable to fully process all the blows, bits his thin bottom lip and tries to hold back his screams as his insides churn and his nuts throb.

Chase enjoys watching Bill’s little balls sweat, and roll flat after each smack. He can’t believe how well his knots work on keeping Bill locked in the corner of the ring. Bill’s erection does not falter either but continues to poke out proudly and pulse, growing more rigid as Chase backhands Bill for a third time. Bill whinnies out an “Ahhhhhhh!” as he is unable to hold back his scream any longer as the sound rips from his chest.

Pausing Chase checks Bill’s dick and is surprised that his thumb is only slightly bigger. “Did you grow?” Chase asks quietly rubbing his thick thumb nail down Bill’s frenulum his length from root to tip. The trip was short but he could swear that Bill’s growth might have occurred. “No…I don’t think,” so he concludes, “But your boner is noticeably wider. Not bad, bud. Not bad at all.”

Bill moans and grits his teeth as gasps in unwanted pleasure as Chase toy’s with him from up above.

Leaning in Chase opens his mouth, spreading his lips wide and almost covers Bill’s groin as he breathes out hot wet air all over Bill’s erection and the boy sucks on his cheeks and murmurs out in pleasure with a small simple. “Oh.”

“Like that?” Chase asks, and darts his pink tongue out daringly. The blondie wets Bill’s nob with one long lick adding a thick wad of spit at the end to use a lubricant.

Bill grabs Chase’s ankles and murmurs out another “Ohhh.” This one longer and stronger, as Chase’s tongue coats and soaks his singlet pouch.

“Come on Bill, show me what you got.” Chase says encouragingly and grabs Bill’s stiff-as-a-board erection and begins to pump him faster. He uses the saliva that coated Bill’s erection with as lubricant to slide his hand more quickly along Bill’s pole, his hand slippery and wet. Chase’s hand slips and he pinches Bill’s erection tightly and the boy let’s out a silent scream. Chase chuckles and adds, “That’s it. Keep going.”

Bill humps with fury now, and he feels his body dripping with sweat and Bill grunts “Nnnng!”

Chase licks his dry lips and grabs Bill’s nuggets. They are pulled so close and tight to his pummel that Chase knows that it won’t be long now. He squeezes the orbs, gently tugging a bit and making Bill’s erection peel off his abs. Chase takes full advantage of the extra space and uses curving submission to jack Bill off more quickly. His hand speeds up his intensity, making sure to add a squeeze to the tip every five or six strokes.

Bill’s breath hitches, becoming haggard and his eyes cross. Clearing his throat Bill moans “Almost…!”

“Yeah Bill, spill it!”

“Nnnng!” Bill groans, his voice low catching in his throat as he tightens his abdomen, Chase clearly seeing each of Bill’s six abs standing firm in front of him.

Bill humps one last time and freezes, while his erection throbs once more in Chase’s tight fist. He gasps as hot wet liquid bursts from his thick crayon.

“There you go,” Chase says encouragingly, his hand never slowing, but his other squeezing Bill’s nuts harder while feeling them churn in his grasp.

Bill rolls and thrashes, his hips still locked as his body convulses. He spews out globs and globs of goo that rolls down and out of his singlet and drips down his abdomen clear white rivers streaming down his front.

The boys cheer as Chase pumps and milks Bill until he lets out a shuddering breath and his hips swing into the post finished and unmoving. Chase pumps him a few more times, making sure that he is good and empty, but nothing else seems to come out of his squishy erection that begins to lose rigidity and starts to slump back to dormancy.

Chase gives one long last squeeze that elicits a tender wet exhale from Bill and brings a smile to his face. “Nice job, Bill.”

Bill says nothing as Chase pulls him free and lowers him to the mat falling with Bill until he is perched next to him on the floor. Chase remains watching Bill’s rapidly swelling chest rise and fall, cum now pooling in the center of his pecs and soaking back into the singlet.

Chase rubs the wet spot in between his pecs as he gathers his thoughts.

Then Chase grabs a hold of Bill’s hand and gives him a firm shake and squeeze: “Been an honor to beat you.”

Bill smiles weakly. “You wrecked me.”

“Yeah, I did that.”

Bill smiles, but it turns into a grimace as he grabs his spuds.

My balls feel like they were in a vice! I thought they could pop anytime, I felt them like two pancakes” he laughs, and then groans for the pain bursting in his abdomen.

“They were, my fist. That nutclaw of mine is deadly.”

Bill nods in agreement, his forehead creasing as he closes his light blue eyes. “I can’t imagine how you rearrange Jayden’s balls while you make him cum” Bill says, shivering at the very thought of being locked again between that fingers. “I’m going to stay here for a while.”

“I treat his balls a lot worse than this…sometimes better,” Chase affirms, winking at his defeated opponent “Okay, stay there and relax a bit!”

Chase stands up and stretches and the guys clap and cheer.

Clearing his throat, Chase begins his speech. “Six of us are left. Time for the next draw…”

“Nope, I already have it planned out,” Gino stands boldly upwards next to Jayden, his metal folding chair dropping to the mat as he steps closer to the ring.

Chase’s eyes narrow, his stare is defiant as he shakes his head. “We did the first round your way, already.”

“And we will the rest of this competition as well, Chase,” Gino clarifies grabbing the top rope and bending them down to step into the ring. Gino lands with a thud, and the wrestling mat quakes under his impressive weight and stature.

“I am facing Leroy.”

Leroy stops grinning as Gino’s eyes find his. Gino grins his brown eyes locked onto Leroy’s dark ones.

“You, Chase face Adam.” Gino says pointing at Chase’s best friend.

“And we will see if Junior can beat both twins as he faces, Max.”

Max and Junior stare at each other and the younger boy cracks his knuckles.

“The final three victors will go into the ring head-to-head, and only one will leave victoriously, that guy faces Jayden. Get ready Chase, it’s time to end this.”

Chase is fuming, but Adam stands up. “Challenge accepted.”

“Same,” says Leroy.

“Yeah,” adds Max with a grin ready to get revenge for his beaten twin.

“Maybe you will be more of a challenge than Rex, or then again…maybe not,” Junior says swiping a blonde lock behind one ear.

Rex’s face turns tomato red and his hands curl into fists by his sides.

Chase looks around at the others and smiles, “You must have read my notes for those are the matches that I planned out.”

Gino’s eye brows rise up and he scoffs, “Ha!”

Bill slowly starts to climb to his wobbly feet, and he grabs onto the ropes for support as Gino and Chase stare intently at each other.

Gino points at his chest and says “Let’s rumble. Leroy get in here.” Leroy is a well-endowed little stud, with a decent package to wreck, but Gino cannot hide he would gladly try the foot job his enemy made to his boyfriend. Maybe there would have been an opportunity during the battle.

Leroy stands up as Chase starts to exit, followed by Bill.

Leroy swings into the ring and slowly stands up ready to face Jayden’s older brother.

To be continued….

 

King of the Ring Part Eight: Gino VS Leroy

 

4 comments:

Mickey said...

I love how you gave Bill the chance to dominate Chase at the start 😆 It's always amazing to see a hunk who was sure to win brought down a peg, albeit only initially

GinoJaydenAuthor said...

Dear Mickey,

He tried!

Bill gave it his all, but he fell short on this one. Happy to hear that you enjoyed it, Mickey!

Sincerely,

Jimmy

Anonymous said...

Honestly I think Bill deserved to win. He has been humiliated by Chase so many times that he deserved his 15mn of glory.

That could have been a fun alternative ending...

GinoJaydenAuthor said...

Dear Anonymous,

That would have been a fun upset!

Writing his 15 minutes od glory could be a fun road to go down. Bill finally beats Chase. I will see what I can do next time. Bill has not gotten to land on top for a bit, it's about his turn to do so.

Thanks for writing in!

Sincerely,

Jimmy