King of the Ring Part 9 (12) Chase VS Adam written by Jimmy

 

King of the Ring Part 9: Chase VS Adam

By Jimmy

 

Warning: Includes ballbusting, and underaged characters.

Gino is going to be in the final three.

Two spots are left.

Adam or Chase is about to join him. All they have to do is win.

Chase takes in Adam’s reside look, and he knows that if things were different and Adam faced either Max or Junior then both of them would have face Gino in a final three situation and Gino Gomez would have lost. Now Chase will have to face Gino and a third potentially non ally if Max loses. Chase is no longer in the best position, and he plans to make short work of Adam and sit back to watch who his last opponent or ally will be against Gino. Chase of course is hoping that Max will join him.

“Let’s get this over with,” say Adam.

Chase can’t hide a smirk, but replies “I’ll make this a fast match.”

Adam nods in agreement and the two meet in the middle, and Adam does not even put his hands up to stop Chase. Adam clearly does not want to win.

Chase uses that to his advantage and kicks out. At this close range, it will be hard for Chase to miss and he does not think he does as his foot smacks Adam’s crotch neatly, his foot fitting perfectly in the crevice of Adam’s thighs.

Jayden winces after hearing Chase’s sneaker connect. The dull thump and Adam slightly coming off the ground. Adam stands precariously for a moment and then he sways falling to his knees and saying “I give up!”

Gino is on his feet calling very loudly “Rigged!”

Many of the other boys are nodding their heads in earnest, and Chase puts his hands up giving a ‘What am I supposed to do about it?’ expression, as he gives his shoulders a shake.

Adam for his part has put his head on the mat and groans, cradling his balls, his fingers partly visible between butt cheeks rubbing his sore parts.

“If Adam isn’t really going to fight you, then we need an opponent who will, Chase.” Gino says.

“You should not get a free pass,” Aldo says jumping in.

No one looks as if they are about to defend the swim captain, but an idea has come to Gino’s mind. “If Adam won’t actually fight you, and everyone else has been eliminated here besides myself and Max and Junior. We need another person to face Chase.”

Continuing on with his thoughts Gino adds “I could call my boyfriend, Francisco,” thinking out loud.

“Or I could call my brother, Jacoby,” Shane offers.

Bill thinks about his foster brothers “What about my foster brothers, Sam or Jake?”

Everyone says “No,” to that idea very quickly, shooting down Bill’s suggestion.

Bill gives a resigned, “Okay, it was just an idea.”

“Let me talk to Adam,” Jayden says climbing into the ring fully ignoring the squabbling now that seems to be intensifying in the boys surrounding the ring as he saddles up to Adam. Jayden gives Chase a meaningful look and he exits the ring, catching quickly that Jayden wants a private word with Adam. Jayden kneels down next to Adam and says very quietly so that no one else can hear him. “I thought that you wanted to beat me, Adam. You can’t do that if you give up.”

Adam sighs, but does not move as he says back. “I don’t want to fight Chase.”

“Yeah, I know. But that’s how the cards were dealt. Make the most out of it. Besides, if you win you prevent him and my brother from facing each other and we both know that will be a tough match for both of them. You could save Chase from all that Adam, if you beat him now. Go take a walk and come back in five,” Jayden suggests, and gives Adam’s shoulder a thorough pat.

Adam glances up at him, his beady brown eyes watching him carefully.

“Fine,” Adam says.

Jayden stands up, and offers his hand.

It only takes a second, but Adam takes it and climbs to his feet and heads out of the ring.

“Adam will be back in five,” says Jayden. “No more need for a plan B.”

Chase looks back at him impressed, “Nice.”

Jayden shrugs and heads back to his seat. The others follow, and Gino sits in Chase’s vacant seat next to his younger brother.

“You sure that he is actually going to try?”

Jayden shrugs, “No…”

Gino is about to speak but Jayden hushes him by continuing to speak.

“Adam wants to beat me Gino, and he also wants to beat you. He just does not want to face his best friend, who he still has a crush on.”

Gino thinks on that, “Adam likes Chase?”

“Everyone likes Chase,” Jayden says laughing. “Didn’t you know that? But no one crushes on him as hard as Adam does.”

“I don’t like Chase.”

“Yeah, I am aware.” Jayden says, rolling his eyes.

Neither says anything, and the boys grow quiet as Adam comes back into the studio. His hair is wet, and he has pulled down his singlet top so that it hangs around his waist showing off his barrel chest, and upper arms. Adam is a little flabby in the middle, but he more than makes up for this in his strong thighs and intense gaze. Adam seems ready.

Climbing back into the ring Adam says, “I’m not going to let you win.”

Chase grins, “Good buddy. I don’t want you to.”

“You get to face Jayden all the time, I want this one. I think you should let me have it.”

Chase stops jesting and raises one eyebrow. “Adam,” he says trying for a good old-fashioned smile but Adam seems to be having none of it.

“It’s always the ‘Chase show,’” Adam says emphasizing his words with air quotes. “I was about to give you this match, and you didn’t even blink an eye or care either way. I’m about to show you up and you are not going to like it. Not one little bit.” Adam points his finger straight at Chase, with no humor in him. Adam seems cool as a cucumber and the air around the ring seems to grow colder as Adam walks purposefully forward towards Chase.

Chase is no longer trying to be cheeky, or smile. “If that’s the way you want to play it.”

“Yeah, it is.” Adam is close to Chase now and he leans in with his chin. “Try taking a shot now, captain.”

Chase says nothing but takes a swing, his right hook is batted away by Adam’s right and the thick swimmer comes in close and head butts Chase in the noggin, knocking him back several feet and following up his attack with a clean kick to Chase’s stomach.

Chase grabs his middle, his back arching down as he glares at Adam, clearly reevaluating his opponent. Adam is ready to fight for this.

Adam is gearing up ready to hit Chase again, but Chase moves backwards out of Adam’s reach as he tries to catch his breath. Adam follows, stalking him around the ring a determined look in his piercing browns.

Ready to take initiative, Chase jumps at Adam with a yell.

Adam, ready for action let’s out a guttural battle cry of his own as the two teens meet in the middle slamming against one another in a series of limbs. Chase and Adam scramble for purchase shoving each other, teeth bared, their muscles screaming as they shove and grapple.

“Who knew Adam had this in him?” Gino says, putting an arm around Jayden’s shoulders.

“I didn’t, that’s for sure” Jayden answers back leaning against his older brother’s chest, folding his arms across his chest, and Gino drops one arm across Jayden’s belly resting it there and slightly hugging him from the back.

“It’s like I have been saying all along,” Caleb says in a know-it-all voice. “These matches have surprised everyone. By all accounts, Chase should have already won. Didn’t Adam, give up?”

Rolling his eyes, Junior hushes him. “That was before, and Adam is obviously not giving up now, is he?”

“I guess not.”

Jayden has to admit for upper body strength, Chase and Adam seem mutually equal. Adam with his heaving shoulders and barrel chest and Chase with his more well-rounded form and strong core suit them both well. What Adam seems to have going for him is righteous anger, and a determination to win that Jayden has never seen from him. Adam is fighting hard, scraping against Chase with his bare hands and letting out another holler as he bounces against Chase’s chest and lifts up a knee.

Jayden’s eyes widen. “Oh no, not a knee!” Knees are kryptonite to Chase, and Adam’s sneaks his way past Chase’s defenses and buries it up to the hilt between Chase’s thick thighs hitting Chase’s pelvis so hard that Chase is rocked up off the mat, with a wet sounding squelch occurring from down below.

Chase falls back to the mat on the balls of his feet momentarily stuck dumb, with Adam’s knee still in place as his body starts to identify the blow from between his legs and he opens his mouth wordlessly mouthing, ‘My Big Balls.’

Adam yanks his knee out, and never stops moving as he swings Chase around in a circle and tosses him into the nearby corner of the ring hitting his back against the corner turnbuckles and falls into a seated position on the cushion in the middle dazed and grabbing his ballsack with tentative probing fingers.

“Fu…fuck…Adam, you hit my big balls!” Chase yells in disbelief.

“Yeah, I did that,” Adam says rushing up to Chase ready to toss his body against Chase’s in a body slam.

Chase watches him coming and moves out of the way, just in time so Adam hits the corner and bounces his off leaving him winded holding his head where he collided with the turnbuckle. Chase takes to the ropes and climbs quickly to the top, and before Adam can move launches himself off and hits Adam in the chest sending the two crashing to the mat with an almighty bang. Chase rolls away, as his breath leaves him and he lays prone for a second grabbing his sore balls and wincing; they still hurt.

Adam on the other hand is prone on his back, breathing heavy. Groaning Adam stares up at the swirling lights above, not fully appreciating seeing all other opponents today doing the same thing, stunned from a blow to the head. Adam’s head swims and he tries to steady himself wondering how far off Chase is and if he is ready to battle again.

Both Chase and Adam stay down, licking their wounds but its Chase who starts to get to his feet first, Adam not too far behind neither of them is as ready to fight as before but still they seem ready to continue, but wary of what their opponent might try.

Chase takes the first step and moves away from Adam and into the ropes, leaning heavily against them and taking another shuddering clearing breath. “Okay Adam, let’s do this.” Chase rushes forward in a full tilt run, and moves purposely towards Adam who lumbers towards him unsteadily, his head still throbbing from the multiple thumps to the cranium. Chase throws himself into Adam’s middle, but Adam seems to have been ready for this, and surprises Chase by catching him mid-flight, lifting him above the mat and dropping him unceremoniously face first to the mat below.

Groaning Chase rolls over onto his back, and sees Adam kicking his legs apart and raises his foot threateningly up aiming for the weakness between Chase’s legs.

“No!” Chase yells, trying to skitter back on his hands, but Adam is already there, using his foot, stomping heel first straight into the crevice between his legs. The inviting target of Chase’s big voluptuous bulge is crushed under Adam’s heel with a terrifying squelch that leaves Chase breathless and gawking.

Chase’s nuts are crunched to his pelvis and stomped so hard, making Chase leer up with a gasp his blue eyes swimming with nut pounding pain exploding from between his legs as Adam’s foot decimates his manhood adding in a nasty twisting jerking motion with his heel as if Adam were smothering a bothersome insect.

A cry of sheer anguish rips from Chase tearing up from his throat, and he groans inward feeling his manly bulge being decimated in front of his very eyes from his best friend. Chase’s mouth goes dry and he calls out, “My…my…Big boys! Awww shiiiiit!” and kicks out at the back of Adam’s knee that is not on top of his precious nuts leaving Adam unsteadily on one foot as he topples backwards with a whoosh onto his back.

Curling up protectively around his balls, Chase cradles his thumping testicles, feeling them come back into their full oval shapes in his palms leaves him sickened and he coughs, gaging on the pain rigging through his torso and centered on his genitalia. In Chase’s ball sack his big balls are throbbing, pulsating with intense sharp pain that rips through him while Chase very carefully cups between his protective fingers; holding them tightly.

Adam sits straight up, annoyed that Chase has knocked him back down on his ass again and he stares at Chase’s body curling in on itself and crawls over to him on hands and knees his hungry brown eyes reflecting his inner desire to continue his assault on Chase’s treasure bag, and see if he can get his captain to sport an erection. “Can’t get me away that easily, Chase.” Adam says with a snarl grabbing Chase’s shoulder in one, hand and turning Chase over onto his back. “Those big balls belong to me now,” Adam says grinning.

Chase shakes his head, moaning and reaches up with his free hand grabbing Adam by the throat, enjoying watching as Adam’s brown eyes bulge.

“No…my big boys are not!” Chase grunts, and squeezing his fingers tight.

Adam reaches for his throat, and sees Chase’s wide open abdomen and starts punching, one after the other clobbering Chase’s abs with quick jabs that sink deep into his six-pack. Chase tries to squeeze harder, but the wind keeps getting knocked out of him and he let’s go of his protective stance on his goody bag and tries to pop Adam back, and that’s when Adam spots the opening and lands a quick jab right in Chase’s balls, followed by another fast punch and Chase goes crazy.

Chase let’s go of Adam’s neck and drops back to the mat grabbing his balls, and kicking wildly with his feet squeezing his eyes shut feeling his nads strumming with renewed intense shooting spasms while his testicles bloat from another attack.

“Accck! Uggghhhh, ughhhhh, ughhh!” Chase moans his face awash in misery as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Adam stands up fully and steps one foot over Chase’s body and drops his ass down hard on Chase’s stomach, knocking all the air from his lungs causing Chase to gasp loudly.

Chase looks up worriedly, as Adam spins around on Chase’s torso facing Chase’s balls that are only protected by his hands.

Looking back over his shoulder, Adam winks “I’m going to get your balls now captain.”

Chase gulps, and shakes his head. “Awww Adam…don’t!” Chase says unable to keep the pleading tone from his voice as Adam spreads his palms on Chase’s lower belly rubbing the extend V leading down to Chase’s groin.

“Shhh, it will be over soon,” Adam says, hushing Chase.

Chase locks his fingers tightly over his balls, even wincing as he does so to keep Adam away from his tender testes, his balls are that tender and raw. Chase does not think he can handle more if Adam gets a hold of his vulnerable big balls again.

Adam continues to rub Chase’s stomach, swirling his fingers around Chase’s navel, dipping them here and there around the belly button that caves inwards tickling him lightly with his fingertips as he does so. Chase’s worry expression on his face changes and his mouth starts to go dry a bit and just above his still sore nutsack his penis is slowly being awakened.

“Adam,” Chase whispers. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing champ,” Adam says with a chuckle as his fingers brush over Chase’s pubic mound, glancing at the edges of Chase’s hands clutching his goods, which is getting harder to do as Chase’s schlong unwilling starts to respond, his young instincts taking over at Adam’s more gentler touches lead his traveling fingers lower.

“Liar,” Chase challenges, a slight moan coming from between his lips, followed by a heavy sigh.

Adam laughs “Caught I see.”

Chase rolls his eyes as his erection starts to poke through his fingers, despite Chase trying to keep it pinned down. Chase is a big boy, and his inches start harden-up, thickening and elongating by Adam’s sweeping hands rubbing and caressing his taut stomach, ribbing his rippling six-pack abs and roaming around his tight pubic mound with wild abandon. Chase bites back a moan, feeling his bottom lip in his teeth as he tries to hold back as his erection slips free Chase choosing to protect his nuggets with both hands as his cock starts to rise to its full height between his hands sticking straight up in the air trembling.

Adam says nothing as his finger inch down Chase’s abdomen and pushing deep into Chase’s pubic area, feeling the softer tissue here as one hand reaches up and securely grabs Chase’s erection around the middle just below his large mushroom head.

Chase gasps.

“Adam,” Chase groans, Adam’s firm grip clutching his shaft teasingly as one lone finger inches its way up his frenulum and dances along his slit testing the spongey head for wetness.

“Yes?” Adam asks, his one finger doing small semi-circles on Chase’s tip, his finger nail scraping along the hardness beneath the singlet barely thicker than underwear allows Adam undue access to Chase’s very prominent big stiff dick.

Another moan comes from Chase, as he tries to arch his back, but finds that he cannot. Adam weighs too much, as his moan opens and he gasps when Adam’s fist slides up grabbing the head and giving a firm squeeze.

“Oh,” Chase whimpers. “Oh, man.”

Adam slowly starts to jack Chase, pumping his hand up and down Chase’s shaft and making sure to give a squeeze to Chase’s tip each time he rides up Chase’s cock.

From the audience, the boys are quiet watching with intense stares as their captain and one of the biggest competitors left in the tournament is being pleasured by Adam, and hearing his soft coos and grunts knows that Chase might not make it to the end as he intended, or as the boys in attendance thought he would.

No one is more surprised than Jayden, and he knows that he might have to intervene if Chase if going to make it out of this move as Jayden is sure that Chase is going to eventually spew an orgasm if Adam keeps on going like that.

Clearing his throat, Jayden shouts out to the boys in the ring. Jayden’s voice is both loud and clear as he says “Get a room, already!”

The boys around him laugh, and more importantly Chase stops moaning his head for the moment clearing as Adam furiously now pumps away as Chase’s sweet spot feeling pre-cum slipping out of his singlet pouch and using the lubricant as he toys with Chase. Chase begins to realize that Jayden is calling out to him to warn him of how precarious his position is underneath Adam and that Adam may make him cum which would leave him defeated.

“You are getting close,” Adam tells Chase, his hand a blur, seeing the wet spot growing as he pumps Chase faster edging him closer to orgasming. “I can feel it. Cum for me, Chase.”

Chase has no intention of doing so. Adam sits on his chest, and weighs a ton. Chase can’t lift him, but Adam is so laser focused on his cock, Chase thinks he can use that to his advantage to get out of this position before he makes a giant mess of himself in front of everyone.

Getting ready, Chase tries to weigh his options but then he starts to feel his testicles rising to the base of his cock and he feels that he is getting close, too close to the point of no return. It is now, or never. Chase has to act, or it will be too late.

Using both of his legs, Chase brings his ankles together and taking one long deep breath sucks it in his chest trying to maintain what little composure he has over his throbbing erection and kicks straight-up. Chase’s ankles swing like a fly swatter and hit Adam full in the chest, his legs not long enough to hit Adam in the face, but it’s enough. Adam tumbles off of Chase, landing on his back utterly taken aback from the move and turns to Chase his bonner stretching his singlet so much that the whole head can be perfectly seen including the clear pre-cum shining at the tip reflecting the blaring stage lights from above the ring.

“Chase,” Adam grunts reaching back for Chase’s tool, “Get back here!”

But Chase moves first and climbs atop of Adam, using his legs to pin Adam’s thighs painfully wide open, splayed out like trapped butterfly wings in a spiders iridescent web. Adam struggles, sucking at his teeth his thighs spread painfully wide-open as Chase rears back a fist and fires it straight and true into Adam’s plump package outlined between his trembling ensnared thighs. Adam’s bulge caves down around Chase’s fist, bulging out, squishing between his knuckles and Adam’s pelvis appearing as if Chase hit a rounded glob of baker’s dough.

Adam gasps, and lets out a yell of pain being hit for the first time this match below the belt.

The musical cry from Adam prompts Chase to shoot a second fist, hitting the same spot with a wet sounding SPLAT! That earns Chase yet another scream from Adam before Adam lurches up grabbing both of Chase’s fists in hand, forehead covered in sweat and shaking with anger. “No, you don’t!” Adam snarls and head-butts Chase between the eyes, knocking both boys back. Adam crashes to the mat and Chase stumbles off of him, clutching his skull and seeing black spots swirling around him as he lumbers around the ring until he bumps into the ropes and grabs the corner turnbuckle…an idea forming in his mind as he tries to shake the black spots away from his vision.

Adam is holding both his head and his balls, groaning. “Dammit!” Adam tries to give his head a shake and looks around trying to locate Chase, it’s then that he sees him climbing the ropes. Wearily, Adam gets to his feet, wanting to get to Chase before he gets to the top. ‘If I can get to him in time,’ thinks Adam quickly stumbling over his own two feet and landing on one knee a bit woozily ‘I can get him to fall on his own balls. That should finish him.’ Adam concludes, fighting to get back onto his own two feet as he makes it the last few steps towards Chase who just managed to finish his climb to the top rope and starts to stand on his two feet perched precariously on the top turnbuckle.

Chase spots Adam and the two lock eyes as Adam lurches to grab Chase’s ankles, just as Chase prepares to leap.

The two meet with a thump as Chase’s arms cartwheel round and round, Adam grabbing firmly to one of Chase’s ankles and pulls it out from under him and the captain of the swim team falls losing his balance.

Jayden stands up a look of horror on his young face as he calls out “Chase! No!”

But it’s too late Chase drops straight down and lands with thunderous thud that echoes round the studio, everyone hearing Chase’s balls painfully getting crunched. Chase bites back a gag, as nausea threatens to overwhelm him. Chase is sitting on his own testicles, and they are flat underneath his ass squished into the patted turnbuckle unable to get any relief.

Chase’s jaw drops open, but no sound emerges, it’s as if Chase was struck mute. His eyes lull in his head, and Chase fights to stay with it as he looks unseeingly forward where Adam grins, proud of efforts and more than likely finishing Chase off.

“Now, let’s get you down from up there Chase. You won’t be fighting me anymore? No you won’t.” Adam concludes, answering himself as he grabs Chase around the middle, and pulls him groaning off of the top.

Chase feels like dead weight as Adam pulls him free and as soon as Chase’s balls come off the top turnbuckle Chase gasps, and shudders weakly croaking incoherently “Nnnnng!”

Once down, Adam props him on the middle turnbuckle and begins to tie his ankles, and hands around the rope trapping him in the corner where Chase hangs dully, his head lolling to one side his balls thumping in his ballsack with each pulse surges of shooting pain hit his abdomen and Chase wonders if his nuts are broken.

“Fuuuck me,” Chase grunts trying to focus in on Adam, his vision still cloudy.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Chase’s blue eyes, usually so piercing, reflecting his intelligence and humor glance slightly sideways as he groans “My nuts, Adam…they hurt.”

“I bet,” Adam chuckles finishing Chase’s last hand and moving in to inspect his handy work.

Chase is hanging from each limb in the corner, the ropes of the ring securely tying his feet, and hands in place as Chase sits on the center cushion his bulging crotch poking out. Adam licks his lips, and grabs Chase by the chin and forces Chase to meet his eye. “I’m going to end it now, Chase.” Adam explains.

Adam lifts one foot up and gently taps Chase’s ball with his sneaker three times and on each tap Chase winces and jolts against the ropes his unsettling blue eyes narrowing in on Adam’s gaze.

“Feel that?” Adam asks.

Chase squirms, and says nothing his heartbeat starting to pick up as he comes fully back to reality and how much danger he is now in.

“Adam,” Chase says but that’s all he gets to say as Adam lifts his foot all the way up and kicks his balls so that instead of hitting them against his pelvis flicks them straight up so that they smack right after against his lower abs, skin slapping skin and swing back down rocketing around in his loose ballsack

Chase winces, and he shuts his eyes grunting and his limbs strain to pull free.

“One,” Adam counts.

Chase opens his bright blue, a wounded look appearing on his face as Adam kicks him again. Another slap. And Chase’s Big Balls flop around in his sack feeling like two weighted ping-pong balls that click and bounce off of each other rickashay around.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” Chase mouths, a thin trickle of drool leaking from one corner of his mouth.

“Two,” Adam counts and kicks again.

The third kick crunches Chase’s nuts right into his pelvis, as Adam comes in close as his sneaker digs into Chase’s nutbag. When Adam pulls back counting, “Three,” Chase swings out and attempts to stand up his limbs unable to support him tied to the ropes hold him still hanging in midair, his whole body trembling as he grunts and falls back against the post winded and wheezing.

Chase grits his teeth, his blue eyes narrowly staring between his legs at his nutsack which seems to be vibrating painfully between his thighs and Adam reach forward unable to stop himself from touching Chase’s beautifully grimaced face, as his finger slip down Chase’s sweaty cheek and land on his shoulder.

“How about a knee now?” Adam asks tentatively, as Chase feels Adam’s other hand grip his free shoulder. Chase watches unable to do anything as Adam adjusts his feet so that his knee is in the right position, for a strike.

Chase starts to shake his head, as Adam rears back his good right knee and brings it straight up into Chase’s awaiting wide-spread trembling thighs hitting him with such force that Chase’s mouth clamps shut and he bites his tongue and squirms as his both of his big nuts are smooshed against his own crotch.

Adam leaves his knee in place, jostling it a bit until Chase whimpers and lets out a yodeling scream before he pulls back to inspect the damage that he has wrought. Coming forward Adam reaches to Chase and grabs his big full nuts cradling each one in hand, slowly feeling out Chase’s dense orbs. Adam thinks that Chase might have even gotten bigger since he touched this pair last or Chase is really swollen.

“Getting bigger captain, I see.” Adam says rolling Chase’s balls in the singlet pouch, the material perfect for exploring Chase’s nuggets as his fingers glide over every dip and ridge of Chase’s loose scrotum.

Chase lets out a slow and very tactful groan, he is not in a good position but an idea starts forming among the intense pain centered on his big balls. Licking his lips, Chase moans making sure to pucker his lips as he says “Have yours gotten bigger too, can I see?” Chase requests in a squeaky voice that makes Adam laugh, as Chase fixes his shinning bright blue introspective eyes on Adam.

Pausing, Adam thinks ‘Are they?’

“I don’t…”

“Let’s find out,” Chase suggests groaning, one hand beckoning tied down. Chase’s nuts throb horribly, and he tries to reign in how much pain he is in to stay with it to get to Adam.

Adam barely thinks about it before he shuffles over slightly so that Chase is in range, having to step one foot on the ropes to give himself a bit or rope.

Chase stays perfectly still, not eluding to the fact that he can now move his foot.

“I can almost…touch it,” Chase says faking a grunt of effort to reach.

Pausing again Adam searches Chase for deception and says, “If you hurt my nuts, I will finish yours.” Adam tightens his caressing grip and Chase does not need to fake this gasp as it expunges from him.

“I know!” gasps Chase, nodding his forehead creasing as Adam’s fingers dig into his helpless nutsack.

Satisfied Adam eases up, and taking a chance moves his groin against the back of Chase’s limp hand. Momentarily relief crosses Chase’s face as Adam let’s up on his ball crushing squeeze and slowly Chase lifts one finger touching Adam’s half-mast directly on the crowning head feeling Adam hardening a bit further. “Well this ain’t a nut,” Chase says laughing and grabbing Adam’s tip and giving it a few testing jerks.

Adam stays perfectly still, and a moment of pleasure courses through him and he seems blissful as Chase touches him, finally where he has always wanted it and for so long.

Taking the initiative Adam asks, “Bigger than you thought?”

“No,” Chase admits…and grins, “More so. It’s so thick, and you’re not even fully hard yet!” Chase wolf whistles and the boys stifle their grins as Chase adds “I want your full measure Adam, otherwise I won’t know how big you are!”

A long of longing passes on Adams face and he moans “Keep…going and you…ugh, ugh will find out!”

Chase does so and it does not take long until Adam is fully hard, and aching his erection dripping through his singlet stained now at the edge of Adam’s slit.

“Impressive,” Chase says running his hand fully down Adam’s girth, but not quite able to get past the root of Adam’s dick. “Still can’t reach your balls. Stand a little straighter.”

Adam nods, “Okay.” Putting a second foot on the rope below, and Chase feels as if his foot might fall from between the ropes but he steadies it and stays calm as his fingers probe down Adam’s dick once more, itching to get to the bottom.

Grunting, and almost salivating at the mouth Adam is huffing and cooing as Chase touches him and when Chase’s hand wraps around his tight scrotum Adam feels a deep tug at his loins and he gasps with a shudder.

“Chase!” Adam groans.

“That’s my name,” Chase says, raising one blonde eyebrow. “And these nuts Adam, man it’s a good solid pair.”

Adam grins with glee, “Th…thank you!” Adam says with a groan his dick aching for Chase to grab his stem again.

Chase rolls Adam’s nuts, tickling the bottom and Adam tuts, and thrusts his penis up and down humping the air with lust in his brown eyes that never leave Chase’s face.

“I bet that these balls are very full, aren’t they?” Chase asks, egging Adam on.

“Uhuh!” Adam agrees, nodding his head as he closes his brown eyes.

Chase’s blues eyes stare so hard at Adam as his fingers leave Adam’s nectarine shaped sac and roam up and down Adam’s straining erection as he whispers so only Adam can hear him “I want to see you squirt.”

Adam’s eyes go wide and another moan escapes him as one of his hands reaches out to grab Chase’s penis, and finds that his captain is still hard.

“Then let’s cum together,” Adam says, a smile growing before he moans feeling Chase digging into his penis head with his fingers, his long nail scrapping down his slit. Adam opens his mouth to say more, but he grunts and he can feel that he is building to a finish. “I’m getting so…so…close,” Adam says through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, me too!” Chase lies as Adam runs his hand sloppily along his cock. Adam so in the moment that he can’t give back what Chase is giving out. “I’m about to any second!” Chase adds.

They two share a meaningful stare and then Adam freezes, his cock starts to pulse and he moves to start spraying but says quickly…. “Wait! You have to cum first!”

Chase smiles then and says, “Oh no…I shouldn’t!” and jacks Adam quicker and harder, a blur on his dick and Adam’s cock swells, and he tries to pull back but it’s far too late. “I’m a gentleman and it’s your turn, Adam!”

Adam’s cock slips back into Chase’s fist and pulses once, twice and he is cumming in his singlet. Adam feels the wet hot semen spraying from his erection and yells “No!” as Adam tries to slide away but he is too late.

Chase Cheshire cat grin is firmly in place as he mouths to Adam “I win.” Keeping Adam’s cock firmly in hand he jacks him off to completion, keeping a strong hold on Adam’s pulsating dick.

Adam groans and continues spurting, covering himself with goo and watching it slip and drip to the mat below as Chase empties him. Adam drops to all four as Chase starts to slip his foot out and stretch to remove his other, but Adam gets there first in the aftershocks of his orgasm and launches a massive uppercut between Chase’s wide-splayed legs hitting him as hard as he can in the sweet spot.

Chase gapes, and let’s out a gut wrenching groan and falls back against the post, his one free leg curling up against the post as he can at least close his legs now.

“Fuuuuck!” Chase lets roar out, his face a mask of anguish as another more powerful wave of intense sharp pain grips him.

“You tricked me!” Adam spats. “I was going to win!”

Groaning, Chase can’t find the words to respond back his balls ache too much. Adam grabs his leaking cock and gives it a quick tug as he shudders, the dregs of his cum leaking from the bottom of his singlet.

“I was going to face and beat Jayden,” Adam says and his brown eyes narrow glaring up at Chase. “You stole that from me.”

Quick as lightening Adam is between Chase’s legs both hands searching for and quickly locating Chase’s ample balls and grabbing them roughly in hand.

“Now I am goin---!”

Chase kicks out with his free foot and hits Adam hard in recently drained ballsack. Adam’s face crumples and he groans, as Chase pulls back and kicks ups again hitting the same spot and plastering Adam’s nuts against his own body with a wet jolt from all the cum that sloshes around at the bottom of Adam’s singlet sack.

Wordlessly Adam drops to the mat releasing Chase’s junk which swings free. Grabbing his balls, and moaning.

“Sorry Adam, but you gave me no choice.”

Chase using his free foot unties his other and finally stands up and begins to struggle out of his binds starring down at Adam on the mat clutching his nuts, his body seething in rage and the anguish of someone ending the afterglow of a good orgasm.

Patting Adam’s back awkwardly Chase says “You almost had me. Great job, man.”

Adam scowls up at him, and pushes his hand away and gets to his feet without giving Chase a second glance and heads to the showers to clean-up, his face cloudy in anguish and fresh nut pain.

Chase let’s out a sigh of relief as he gets out of the ring and comes over to Jayden still tenting from his shorts. “That was a close one,” he mouths.

“Yeah, it certainly was,” admits Jayden, batting Chase’s erection playful and Chase grabs his wrist before he tries that again.

“Don’t! I’m too close,” Chase admits.

“I saw,” Jayden says grinning.

“I’m next!” Junior yells interrupting the lovers, racing into the ring before Max even has a chance to stand up. “Race yeah!”

Max slowly heads that way, his brother Rex whispers to him meaningfully. “Beat him, for me?”

“And me,” Caleb adds rolling his eyes. “I could not stand it if he wins, again.

Max smiles. “You guys got it.”

“What are you whispering about,” frowns Junior watching Max climb into the ring.

Before Max can answer Gino calls out, “Last match before the big three-way! Good luck!”

Max nods his head and faces Junior, who is already bouncing on his toes, full of energy and itching to get going.

Junior smirks, his blue eyes electric underneath the stage lights and he tugs on his singlet straps, part of creamy skin being revealed his delicate pink nips come into view on his growing pecs. “Hope you don’t mind messing yourself.” Junior says crudely giving Max a wink as his eyes lock on Max’s package between his legs.

Max smiles, and laughs shaking his head, one hand moving down to cup his balls. “That’s not how this is going to go, but you can hope for that.”

Junior gets into position. “Then get ready then, because I know how to win. You ready?”

“Yup, let’s do this.”

Max and Junior begin to face off as the last qualifying match begins.

 

To be continued in…

King of the Ring Part 10: Junior VS Max