King of the Ring Part 10 (of 12) Max VS Junior written by Jimmy

 

King of the Ring Part 10: Max VS Junior

By Jimmy

 

Warning: Includes ballbusting, gay characters, traces of cum, and underaged characters.

Junior and Max circle around the ring excitedly, ready to face off as the boy’s quietly talk around the ring about which wrestler has the best chance of winning and who will come out on top.

The day is quickly edging to nightfall and no one thinks that they can stay past this last fight.

“Besides,” Chase mumbles to Jayden “My big nuts need a break before I go up against Gino, and whoever wins this.” adds Chase clarifying pointing to the match.

Jayden agrees with a nod and looks as if he is about to add something of his own but a flash of movement in the ring draws his attention, as Junior is bouncing off the ropes and throwing a wide high kick towards Max’s face. Max ducks, and the auburn hair boy does a quick roll away coming up on the balls of his feet his hair coming forward covering his forehead as Junior swings back around breathing out a puff of air and smiles.

“You aren’t going to make this easy, then? Good.” Junior says, answering himself as he rushes back towards Max his energy and youth showcasing as his tight body rushes onward with a war cry and this time throws he throws his whole body against Max’s.

Max barely catches him as the two topple to the mat below, rolling until Junior ends up on top and pins Max’s shoulder to the mat.

“Pinned yeah!” Junior says, eyes shining bright so reminiscent of his older cousin Logan, needing to win.

Max rolls his amber eyes, and sets his jaw as he slips his knee straight-up in between Junior’s legs and plows his thigh into the soft bulge at the bottom of Juniors singlet that hangs swaying or used to before Max hit Juniors crotch.

Junior balks, and his mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ shape as he rolls off of Max’s knee, and cups his balls in one hand groaning. “Damn…you got first hit.”

Max grins and sits up as Junior does the same, the younger teen more watchful as he rolls his stinging nuts around in his loose scrotum. “Good hit,” Junior admits feeling his lumps.

“Thanks, it will be the first of many,” Max says grabbing Junior’s shoulders and shoves him to the mat below, pinning him this time. “Pinned yeah,” Max says reminiscent to Junior’s earlier move as both of his hand snake around Junior’s throat and gives him a testing squeeze before closing his hands firmly around Junior’s throat and holding on tight.

Junior’s blue eyes widen in surprise, and he tries to take in air but feels like he can’t as Max leans his body down putting extra pressure around Junior’s windpipe, restricting his airflow even more.

Struggling to breathe, Junior hits at Max’s arms clapping and slapping him uselessly as Max leans in a little more, “Nighty-night Junior. I think that it’s time for you to go to sleep!” Max says with a grin.

Unable to break free dark spots swim in Junior’s vision, his face turning red and he panics. Using every ounce of his strength that Junior has he kicks up into Max both of his shins hit Max’s but it’s enough to knock him sideways off of Junior and he kicks again this time finding purchase. Junior’s sneaker his Max in the stomach taking the smile off of his face and as Junior’s sneaker scrapes down to his lower belly he coughs and let’s go grabbing and protecting his middle.

Junior immediately starts coughing, holding his throat protectively and sitting up taking in grateful lungful’s of air his body feeling electric and thrumming with pulse pounding hypervigilance. Alert, Junior crawls to standing with Max right beside him. A cool sweat pinpricks across Junior’s forehead, part of his blonde hair sticking to it while he breathes hard, but considerably easier with wary blue eyes searching for an opening as Max clutches his middle with one hand. Max rubs the sore part where Junior had struck him feeling a slight tingling along his abdomen, and he sticks out his tongue a bit assessing his next move.

Per usual, Junior doesn’t give him time to think. Junior leaps forward with a leg sweep knocking against Max’s ankles and taking him down with a whoop as he crashes underneath Junior, who drops to his knees lodging an elbow deep into Max’s guts. Max surges up gasping, head pounding to see Junior digging his left elbow into his core. Max knocks Junior back with a backhand, and Junior rolls with it coming to all fours glaring at him face stinging from the glancing blow that Max used on him.

Max stares in abject wonder as Junior is upon him again, grabbing his singlet straps and powering him up into the air. Max lets out a breath as he crashes back landing hard on his back which stings with the violent smack of the mat. Trying to orient himself Max comes up to his elbows as legs wrap around his neck, coiling like vines, and Junior grips and locks his ankles together, tucking his sneakers behind him stretching Max’s throat to the limit.

Immediately Max grabs Juniors legs, taking a shallow breath as he struggles in the leg lock wrapped around his head to get air and to escape. Junior meanwhile capitalizes on Max not being able to defend himself by aiming his fist at Max’s sternum hitting him hard again in his exposed stomach. Max moans on impact, his amber eyes flick up to Junior who animatedly smiles, his white teeth in his wide grinned smile spreading across his face as he punches again hitting Max hard in the same area.

Junior is in his element now, and with Max trapped between his thighs Junior reign’s his punches all over Max’s abdomen. Nothing too hard, but softening him up as Max tries to keep his stomach tight but each punch hits him with knuckles digging deep into core weakening his resolve and his tight abs. Licking his bottom lip, Junior eases up on the punches and instead inches his fingers slowly down Max’s tightened ribbed abs, feeling the ridges as he does so as he presses into Max’s skin with his blunt fingernails scraping southward.

Max senses danger, and he struggles fighting more and kicks his legs out as Junior gets closer to his groin. Junior’s hand is upon his slightly pronounced V and slips further along the line as it crosses into Max’s pubic mound and Junior pauses on the soft tissue here allowing his fingertips to tickle the slightly raised up flesh. Breathing hard Max utters a shuddering gasp, as his hips clench and he bites down on his tongue.

Sensing the difference in Max, Junior rubs his hand gently back and forth, and starts to observe Max’s singlet pouch as a shift begins to occur.  Junior watches with fascination as Max starts to chub up a bit, the singlet stretching as Max slowly gets an erection. Junior smiles and reaches for it, and Max’s heartbeat picks up watching Junior come so close to grabbing his stiff penis but hesitating running his fingers instead through the air just around the tip so Max feels the hairsbreadth ghost of a touch but not the physical grip of Junior’s hand that he longs to feel grabbing his member.

Max gulps, and chances a look up at Junior and spots him so focused on the task at hand that he is further surprised when Junior mumbles “You fully hard, yet?”

Max nods, his erection starting to ache.

“Thought so,” Junior says laying both hands on Max’s pelvis on either side of Max’s thick trembling pecker. Max grunts at the touch and he thrusts up wanting more, the desire evident between his legs.

Instead, Junior focuses in on Max’s testicles grabbing each one in hand and holds the pair ever so gently feeling the cords in Max’s scrotum and rolling his balls tenderly around their fleshy membrane sack.

“Wh…what are you doing?” Max asks, breathing in and out, noticing how he labors on every word as Junior continues to toy with him in his clutches.

Junior says nothing at first, but continues to manipulate Max’s balls in their sac as he exploring the outsides and the heftiness that Max’s nuts have. Max’s erection if anything gets firmer, and he sees the tip of his penis wetting the singlet.

“Your balls are so different from your brother’s,” Junior explains, holding Max’s nuts tightly, closing his fists so that no measure of extra room is given to either testicle: but still Junior does not squeeze the duo as he compares the twins testicles in his mind. “His nuts are so…immature; like my brother’s actually.” Confesses Junior with a smug grin, before he goes on with “While yours on the other hand…can produce sperm, right?” Junior asks slowly pushing Max’s nuts together rolling the pair around Max’s nutsack showing his dominance of the older teen and how Junior is besting him.

Max refuses to answer which seems to tickle Junior. “I can always find out if you can, you are hard enough,” Junior says, his voice soft as he continues to toy with Max’s testicles. “I doubt that you could hold back if I tried to make you.”

Struggling again, Max tries to pull out of the leg lock but Junior only tightens the hold sighing at Max’s efforts. “Tut, tut! You can’t get away from me. I’ve grown up with Logan for a cousin. I’ve been wrestling since I could walk Max. Fight all you want, but you are not getting free!” Junior says emphasizing his point by pressing his thigh deeper into Max’s throat making him cough and choke-up a bit before Max lays back desisting in his efforts and Junior eases up onto a more comfortable hold.

“Good boy,” Junior says. “Now for the fun part.” Junior moves Max’s balls to hold hand, having to spread out his fingers to handle holding both nuts. Junior is reminded or a small pair of nectarines as he cradles the set pushing them to the bottom of their sac until the tender testes stand out. Then Junior brings up his knuckles and slowly, but continuously starts tapping on each ball with his fist. First left, then right and back again. At first the pain is slow, but building as Junior wraps against Max’s nuts with his bony knuckles and Max starts to tremble his nuts pulsing with painful bursts of quick but rather insistent knockings on his tender testes.

Max reaches his hands down to stop Junior, but that results in a quick gut punch in the dead center of Max’s abdomen expunging all the air from his lungs in one quick but sufficient smash.

A smile forms on Junior’s lips as he watches Max struggle and groan wrapping his arms protectively around his stomach leaving Junior to do as he pleases far below the boys navel. Junior starts with tenderizing Max’s balls more with some heavier punches, reigning down some quick but efficient smacks with his light punch fury of blows that gradually do their work of softening up Max’s balls. Junior is fascinated by seeing Max’s nuts squish against his knuckles to only plop back-up to their original state after he pulls his fist away. Therefore, Junior punches again. He has lost count on how many shallow punches he uses but it is enough that Max is groggily moaning nonstop, with ever increasing brow crease etched along the skin above his light brown wispy eyebrows from tension. Max parts his cherry lips and a flash of teeth show as his amber eyes stare up unfocusing on the lights above as Junior hits him over, and over.

Punch. Squish. Punch. Squish.

Max moans out “Uhhhhhhhhhhh!” on the last punch. That one was the hardest yet and Junior felt Max’s scrotum squashing against his pelvis, the hard bones beneath unrelenting like his knuckles that crush Max’s balls into unrecognizable shapes. Eyes full of unrelenting anguish Max stares up at Junior cursing “My goddamn balls! Oh no! Awkk! Awwwwwwk!” Max splutters and spurts, his nuts pulse pounding feeling like his gonads have been tenderized by a meat hammer and not by a twelve year-old’s fists.

Junior’s face alight in mischief closes his fingers around Max’s nutbag, applying a finishing nutclaw his fingers plunging deep into the cores of Max’s boyhood. Thrusting his fingers in and out, Junior stabs Max’s nuts with his nutgrip and Max notices immediately the change in attack. Max’s amber eyes going wide in fear and prickling as a wave of insufferable anguish ripples through his core and he clenches his stomach moaning low. Delighting in Junior’s torment he smooshes Max’s nuts together, using Max’s left and right ball to squish against each other making one massive glob of nut inflicting abuse.

Max begins to fade, and fast. Slowly his hands stop fighting Junior and rest defeated on his chest, his legs no longer kicking but laying spread out with feet pointing away from the torment occurring in his loins. Max continuous moans only grow in earnest, and his bottom jaw opens as he winces but still Max’s erection stands undeterminably stiff and not swaying by the ordeal. If anything Max’s bonner continues to leak pre-cum down his shaft staining his singlet, oozing down. This does not go unnoticed by Junior who has yet to make a grab for the easily accessible tool. Finally, Junior ignores Max’s cock no longer but reaches for it with his free hand for the swaying appendage and wraps one small hand around the trembling erection and Max goes completely still, a hint of unquestionable longing crossing his amber eyes as he inhales deep his cock pulsing once wondering what Junior will do next. 

“Junior?” Max croaks while Junior readjusts his firm hand grip on Max’s cock, wrapping each finger of his hand around the middle and widest part of Max’s schlong. Beneath Junior’s firm hold on Max’s cock, Junior loosens his ballgrip a bit as Junior takes a steadying breath preparing himself for his next move.

Not answering Max, Junior slides his hand down to Max’s base feeling how hot and damp Max’s pubic area is from his exertions on the back of his hand. Concentrating, Junior closes one blue eye and focuses as he rides Max’s cock to the top and slowly rotates his grip in semicircles around Max’s tip causing Max to moan, the shift in his bodily reaction is noticed by both boys and Junior smiles self-satisfyingly as he starts to masturbate Max with a slow, but steady rhythm. In his mind Junior reflects on the size difference between the twins Max and Rex and can’t believe that they came from the same gene pool.

Max’s prone arms start to come to life as they move up to Junior’s thigh peeling it back enough from his neck to beg “Faster,” as he bites his bottom lip. Max’s unmistakable golden amber eyes fixed on Junior as his eyelashes flutter and he groans desperate for more breathing heavy as his stomach sucks in air.

Junior pops a woody of his own then, his erection hard and painful pressed against Max’s neck bending forcibly downward at the wrong angle. Junior grits his teeth, and tries to shift his thighs but his cock stays in the same southward position and he curses as his pulsing dick refuses to budge.

Max is getting close, as Junior speeds up. Junior fist pumps quickly along Max’s shaft and Max feels his balls churning as Junior squeezes his balls in his fist using his plundering pirate fingers to skewer deep into Max’s nut interiors far past his outer walls. Max’s back arches and as Junior opens his legs to force his dick out of the cramped position beneath Max’s neck Junior let’s go of Max’s throbbing dick momentarily. Junior goes to reach up and adjust himself and Max takes his first full uninhibited intake of air and his mind clears for the first time in a while and he takes a chance. Max swings a fist wide hitting Junior in the left peck and knocking him back a bit, creating a wider space between Junior’s legs as they move further apart. Max uses that to his advantage to slip out of the hold and trying to skitter away but Junior stops him with a tug: Junior still has him by the balls.

Max hollers and Junior snarls increasing his grip on Max’s balls as Max gets onto his knees his mouth agape, his golden amber eyes reflecting his ball crushing misery as he swings out again hitting Junior in the throat with a swift backhand. Junior splutters and his grip loosens as his free hand shoots up to his throat grabbing his reddening skin and Max punches Junior in his exposed abdomen with a quick but sloppy one two punch that hits Junior’s taut stomach, knuckles first burying them in his guts.

Junior’s cobalt eyes widen and he gasps, the first sign of weakness and he tries to maintain his nutclaw but his abs throb, and he can’t get as much air as Max leans in grabbing his back and uppercuts him right below his ribcage and Junior retches, his tongue coming out his mouth as he folds over Max’s fist sucking his teeth as both hands reach for his middle and for the first time Max can feel his balls swing freely between his legs as they are no longer under Junior’s control. Max’s pair throbs intensly, so much so that Max almost curls into a ball of misery but he grits his teeth and throws Junior against the mat where he lands splayed in front of him, legs opening, bending wide as Junior mostly lands on elbows but tumbles down, his head backwards hitting the mat with a thnk.

‘It’s now or never,’ Max thinks as he still on his knees moves between Juniors legs grabbing his thighs and pulling him close firmly against his own thighs until Junior is fully pressed against him laying prone on the mat.

Pulling back his fist, Max takes careful aim and spots the mound in the middle of Junior’s singlet crotch that sticks out and the rounded spheres that curve beneath Junior’s plump partially upright stiffy. Taking a deep breath, Max fires, his arm arching shoots forward and with lightning speed sings directly into Junior’s scrotum hitting his balls with an effortless punch that nails his nads to the mat below with a earthshattering crunch.

Junior gapes, head coming up off the mat with a wounded look in his blazing blue eyes groaning “Shiiit! You got my nads!” he spouts, his blue eyes crossing.

Max rears back to fire again, but Junior pulls back and solidly kicks him in the stomach knocking the wind out of Max, and Junior rolls away one hand cupping his nuts. Max does the same, his balls are so sore that he finally takes a moment to collect himself his winded abdomen barely registers but his balls ache so fully that when he grabs his scrotum Max almost screams. His balls are tender, and bloated and throb with pulse pounding intense shooting waves of pure nausea that rock Max and he has to steady himself on all fours, taking careful measured breaths to get back some semblance of control. At the same time, Junior cradles his nutback bag but unhurriedly gets to standing. Sighing, Max knows that he has to get up too or else Junior will win and he will feel his wrath fully upon him. Fighting back his pain riddled gonads, Max climbs to his feet as Junior stalks him getting closer and ready to strike.

Junior is warier than before, but not by much. Junior is an aggressor and he does not slink back from this as he stalks Max across the ring his eyes fixed on the sweaty but older auburn hair twin. Sure, his balls sting from that lucky punch that gave him but Max looks like he could fall over at any moment and one good kick might finish his nuts for good. Junior keeps this thought in the forefront of his mind as he inches closer ready to deliver the blow that ends the match and cements his three-way against Gino and Chase. Junior can feel the win as he takes off at a run the last few weeks and sends up a side-ways kick aimed straight and true to Max’s exposed groin. Max leaps out of the way barely able to get away as he bounces into the ropes with his back which sends him hurriedly forwards where Junior brings up a knee. Max’s eyes go wide in fear as he sees his testosterone about to take a severe dip. Junior swings his left knee up at Max who fully crashes against him and Max’s balls are crushed against Junior’s body as he plows straight into Junior’s bony knee and the two tumble to the floor from Max’s momentum.

Max lands hard on top of Junior, his own knee falling directly onto Junior’s nutbag as the two knee each other as they land thunderously. Max and Junior groan together feeling their balls crushed and they look at each other stupidly as they moan feeling their testicles throb against hard knee bones.

Max rests his head on Junior’s neck and reaches between the two sweaty boy bodies and finds his nuts. Max clutches them protectively and at the same time feels Junior doing the same. Max breathes hard keeping his head against Junior’s neck his lips barely open as he moans pressed sideways along Junior’s exposed throat unwilling tasting the salty sweaty skin of Junior as he feels Junior’s heartbeat pounding against his chest. What’s more is the unmistakable erection of Junior’s digging into his abdomen, curving against his navel turns Max on even more. Max knows that Junior must be feeling the same thing as his dick digs along Junior’s V pressed deep into his side and breathes hard trying to steady himself.

Junior feels Max atop of him, and the weight feels slightly good even as his balls pulse in his closed fist, and Max’s tongue searchingly sticks out the tiniest bit and tastes the side of neck. Junior goes still and he turns to face Max their faces so close that Junior can feel the heat of Max’s breath against his cheek.

“You licked me.” Junior stats. It’s not a question, but a statement.

Max’s face reddens and he nods ever-so-slightly. “I wanted to,” he says gruffly, unable to hide the pain in his voice or the deep desire as his golden amber eyes bore into Juniors. “You taste good,” Max admits as he continues to lean in just a bit their lips so close now. Max smiles, the tiniest fraction as he closes his mouth and presses his face against Junior’s their lips tenderly touching for the first time.

Junior’s blue eyes widen, as Max closes his moaning and Junior wraps his arms around Max’s waist and thrusts his knee up into Max’s groin, lifting Max off of him by his solid strike between the thighs as Max hurdles upwards his eyes which burst wide-open, eyes lashes flared and their lips separate. Max gasps, his amber glowing golden eyes reflecting his nutcrushing blow but also rejection as Junior’s knee hits him hard.

Narrowing his blue eyes, Junior retracts his knee for a moment only to hit straight up again plowing his knee in and out in quick, rapid fire succession plastering Max’s nads against his tailbone nailing his bulging singlet pouch with such forceful impacts that Max whimpers holding tight to Junior’s shoulders unable to muster the strength to stop him.

Losing track of his assault on Max’s gonads Junior with Max airborne on his thigh, jostles him up and down feeling Max shudder and grunt but his slow and steady erection never wavering as he nails him repeatedly

“Fuuuck…my nuts…oh….oh…awwwww!” Max shouts his voice reflecting his agony as Junior rolls him over so that Max is again on his back and Junior glares down at the mess of a boy beneath him. Max’s arms are fanned out, like broken wings with his chest heaving and his face a mask of agony as Junior grabs Max’s erection and starts to rub it with thumb and forefinger, ready to end this.

Max looks up, his golden gaze a haze of emotions as he moans.

Junior hocks a loogie that falls directly onto Max’s exposed erection, his aim perfect as his spittle coats his skin tight material that covers Max’s modesty. Junior uses the goopy goo as lubricant as his fist pumps wildly on Max’s dick, getting right back into a steady rthym from before.

Max puts his head down as his eyes roll, and he groans in pleasure as Junior manipulates his dick, his hand coursing up and down his shaft, tugging on his erection while Junior uses his other hand to reach below and grabs his balls.

Shuddering at the touch Max makes a plea for his nuts, “Not too hard…okay?”

Junior rolls his eyes, and ignores Max and applies his favorite nutclaw, using his fingers to cramp Max’s upcoming explosion and make it a painful one.

“Awwww!” Max groans as his both his dick and nuts throb.

Junior starts to smile then and that’s when both of Max’s hands shoot out and grab his left and right testicle in hand firmly. Junior’s eyes widen in surprise as Max squeezes his balls his eyes intense, with lips snarling back a moan.

“If you don’t….ugh…stop squeezing mine…then I won’t either!” Max promises his hands clamping firmly around Junior’s balls and compressing the orbs firmly in his tight fists.

Junior groans, his nuts pounding with fresh renewed nut agony, and he fixes a stare at the determination in Max’s expression as he continues to jack the boy off below him, not relenting in his ball squeezing either.

“Well?” Max asks hopeful.

Junior goes to answer but Max tilts his head back. His body seems to strum with energy as his cock pulses in Junior’s fist and Junior realizes that Max is about to ejaculate. Max squeezes Juniors nads hard in a death grip as pain and pleasure wash over him and he lets out an animalistic yodel of pure pleasure and pain as his body seizes and his erection throbs and starts to spew.

Max yells again, as his cock clicks sending volleys of creamy cum into his singlet and he bites his tongue as his amber eyes flick open seeing the grinning upside-down faces in the audience from his awkward position as he squirts more semen in swallower and less substantial bursts as Junior keeps jacking him despite his own nads aching inside of Max’s fists.

A momentary smile curves on Max’s face in the afterglow of his orgasm, but Junior ruins that by keeping on squeezing his balls ringing out the last dregs of his semen as he drains his balls for him.

The two boys stare at each other, one with a droopy cock, still being jacked, and the other with a fully erect one. Neither Max nor Junior stops squeezing, despite the obvious discomfort that they are both in.

Finally Max unable to take anymore concedes, “Awww my balls, I give!” and let’s Junior’s nads go, shooting his arms up in surrender.

Finally satisfied Junior releases Maxes nuts, and rolls off of him on his back as the two combatants lay side-by-side, breathing hard and clutching their testicles protectively.

Chase does a slow clap, and says “Look at that, we have our final three. It will be Gino, Junior, and I. May the best of us win and face Jayden.”

Junior turns to face Max and grins “Sorry about the rejection…” Junior starts to say but stops himself. “I was just…not ready for your kiss.”

Max barely registers his words as he cups his groin, “Uhuh.”

“Maybe…” Junior starts to say but hears his brother talking loudly to Rex.

“He was supposed to lose!”

“I know,” Rex agrees, nodding his head.

“This is bullshit!” Caleb stampedes around the ring as the rest of the boys get ready to head out.

Sitting up on his elbows Junior stares at him. “Caleb, give it a rest why don’t you.”

Caleb starts to climb the ring, red in the face. Caleb opens his mouth, but Gino grabs him around the middle and tosses him unceremoniously over one shoulder.

“Time to go, you can yell at Junior when you get home,” Gino states with a chuckle.

“Let go of me!” Caleb yells indignantly.

Max smiles next to him then, but Junior sees that it’s not at him but Rex. Rex helps him to his feet, and Max wobbles a bit but catches himself.

“You look wet.”

“Yeah,” Max says sheepishly.

“Shower then,” Rex says.

Max agrees as he follows his brother out.

Alone in the ring Junior gets to his feet, brushing himself off and noticing his hand is sticky with Max’s cum.

“Ready?” Jayden asks, his brown eyes locked on him.

“Yeah,” Junior says climbing between the ropes and coming up next to him.

“So about that kiss,” Jayden asks when they get outside and sees that the group of boys is splitting off heading home in different directions.

“What about it.”

“You looked like…” Jayden pauses thinking, before he says “That you wanted to kiss someone else.”

Junior shrugs, “Maybe.”

Jayden smiles down at him, “See you tomorrow?”

“Yes you will. I’m going to win.”

Jayden grins, “Then show me.”

 

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King of the Ring Part 11: Gino VS Chase VS Junior