Chris and his very Personal Trainer Conclusion written by Reg

Chris and his very Personal Trainer

By Reg

The big trainer staggers heavily on his feet still doubled over in pain but suddenly makes a surprise attack…charging forward with arms spread wide seeking a waist-grab but Chris deftly spins away jabbing a cruel toe punt deep into Eric’s backside that makes the young hunk jolt upright with a yelp. Chris seizes the moment and rushes in to secure a headlock, bending Eric backwards with his hips thrust upwards. Grunting with the effort he muscles Eric down to the ground, extending one knee then dropping the bigger man into a painful back-breaker, his head pinned towards the ground. As Eric reaches for his neck Chris slams a heavy punch into his outstretched abs.

“Yeah Chris, you got him baby!” Carla shrieks with excitement as she leans over to pull Eric’s T-shirt up to his chest then traces her fingers down his sizzling six pack “Let’s see if his abs are as strong as yours!”

“No way!” Chris sneers drilling two more bony fists just below the navel eliciting another pained grunt from Eric who slides one hand down to shield his lower guts.

“Oh, are you too weak down there too, big guy?” Chris smirks with one fist raised “How about here?” Chris ignores the pathetic shield and aims much higher smashing an elbow deep into Eric’s solar plexus making the big stud heave and gasp. But Eric is not quite done yet and with a powerful tug he tears the restraining hand off his neck then crunches his strong abs hoisting his head upwards to grab a startled Chris around the lower chest before slugging a revenge punch deep into the blond boy’s clenched abs.

“Huuuugh!” Chris heaves deeply, grimacing in pain as he watches the fist withdraw backwards for another gut-breaking strike. “Fuuuuck!” Chris gasps in panic then he spies the growing cock-bulge in Eric’s shorts and remembers his fragile glass baubles beneath.

 SLAP! Chris whips his hand out quickly in a lightening backhand slap, the impact is weak but enough to break his rival’s focus as the big stud jerks up gaping back at him in shock as the sharp pain floods his senses. Slowly the muscular jock curls up on his side, holding his groin as he rolls off the supporting knee and curls up miserably on the floor.

“Ugh!…Sir! Ooooh, you hit me right-in-the-balls!” Eric protests the illegal moves.

“Bullshit! I punched you in the guts, you just can’t take it! Right Carla?” Chris looks up at his girl for approval.

“Yeah, it looked clean to me”

 After gently massaging his own stinging abs Chris grits his teeth and stands tall, flexing all his muscles proudly with one foot on his fallen opponent. “Now will you get up like a man and fight me?”

Eric groans, his head lolling groggily. Slowly he manages to clamber to his knees but not quickly enough for Chris who reaches over and hauls him forcefully to his feet by the neck. As Eric reaches for his throat Chris suddenly spins him around then backhand chops him brutally between the legs mangling his tender love spuds once again. “Oooooh!!!” Eric stares in horror at Chris, his lips parted in a comical o-shape but it’s just the briefest glance before his muscular thighs give way and he crashes heavily to the floor, writhing in agony at Chris’ feet.

“Ugh! My nuts, ooooh he hit my nuts!” Eric mewls, his strong muscles quivering as his powerful body squirms on the floor, both hands clutching his sorry man-eggs.

“Ooops sorry Eric! My bad.” Chris chuckles down meanly at the groaning hunk “I actually may have swatted the little blighters that time, what bad luck! You’re not going to give up already are you, big guy?”

“Oh dear, is he done already?” Carla sighs in disappointment then turns doe-eyed to her boyfriend and places her hands over his pert pecs feeling his firm muscles clench under her touch “I guess you’re just too strong for him now, stud! You know I was actually kinda hoping he might test your big tough balls! I Guess I’ll have to do it instead.” Before Chris can reply he feels her hand slipping sneakily under his waistband, the fingers gliding down his throbbing member then slowly closing around his virile dangling testicles.

Chris gasps as the noose tightens threateningly around his man-sack but he still manages to keep his cool “You like those big balls, honey? See my manly balls are almost invincib…ooooooh!” Chris gasps and scowls at Carla as she squeezes her favorite testicle, the bigger right one a little too firmly “Ugh! Not now honey” he hisses under his breath. “Come on Carla, ooh that’s not fair…Ugh! That’s my big right nut!”

Eric glances up to see Chris is now on tip-toes, clutching Carla’s wrist, gritting his teeth and snarling at her as her cruel fingers manipulate his unmentionables. It’s such a damn erotic sight and Eric can barely resist the urge to stroke his own cock which is now throbbing hard despite the lingering ache in his balls. Carla exchanges glances with him, her subtle nod beckoning him to come join the fun. Slowly he gets up and creeps unseen behind Chris, pausing for a moment to admire the sweet sight of Chris’s firm buttocks flexing alternatively as he squirms and hops from foot to foot under Carla’s rough ball play. With an excited grin Eric slides his hand deftly down the back of Chris’s shorts, gliding between his tight buttocks delving even deeper to tap Carla’s hand. The girl winks at him, giving one more painful nut pinch then releases her grip, handing over the reins to Eric who moans with desire as his hungry fingers fondle the delicious ripe fruit dangling between Chris’s legs for the first time.

“Huh! What the fuck?” Chris gasps, standing aghast, blinking in confusion. He watches Carla slip away from him unable to fathom why he still feels fingers groping his beloved jewels…but now it feels different, more tender, more gentle like a loving caress! More alarming still is the feel of something long and stiff like a broom handle pressing up firmly between his butt cheeks.

“Hmm such big manly balls, Sir!” a deep tender voice whispers as hot breath heats Chris’s cheek and he feels Eric grinds his hips forward pressing his mighty erection into his back and Chris shudders with deathly horror and fear, one hand dropping to his groin to seize the trespassing hand while the other reaches behind to grasp Eric’s wrist.

“Fuck ! Ugh! Get off my damn nuts you…you fucking creep!” Chris twists and squirms but his movements are suddenly restrained as a strong arm sweeps around his neck, pinning him firmly back against his trainer’s powerful pectorals. In panic his eyes seek out Carla and he’s dumbstruck to see his girlfriend is just watching excitedly with a big grin on her face.

 “Carla…My goddamn balls! He’s squeezing my fucking man-balls!” Chris protests angrily trying to prize off the strong fingers that are gently palpitating his man orbs “Get off my nuts you filthy fucker!”

Carla chuckles back “Dig deep Chris, your tough balls can take it!”

Chris bucks wildly, utterly outraged at having his privates groped and fondled like this especially by another man! He almost wishes that Eric would just fucking crush his nuts rather than stroking and fondling them like a pair of cuddly pets. Chris takes a deep breathe trying to collect his thoughts then senses a small opening. With an angry growl he kicks one leg up behind him and is delighted to hear a squelch as his heel hits soft flesh followed by a tragic manly groan from Eric who immediately releases him and crumbles heavily to the floor, coughing and retching.

Chris immediately turns on his heels and punts Eric hard in the guts making the big hunk heave and groan then Chris lifts his heel threatening to stomp his trainer’s handsome face into the wooden floor.

“I give! I give!” Eric howls, trying to shield his face while also clutching his shattered, throbbing balls. That one brutal mule kick has utterly wrecked his poor nuts along with Eric’s careful plans for dominating Chris and now the hunky young trainer can think of nothing more than the urge to puke his guts out and the awful terror that his testicles may have ruptured. “My balls, you kick me right in the balls!” he groans pitifully.

“Serves you right, fucking pervert!” Chris yells down as he carefully repositions his own beloved genitalia in his underwear, pulling his soft cock downwards then rolling each testicle to its rightful place either side of his manly member. He grins as he weighs the firm orbs in his hands, pleased that his tough manly balls still feel completely unscathed, unlike his weak-balled rival and he turns meanly to his girlfriend “Go get the handcuffs Carla.”

Carla just raises her eyebrows, not used to taking orders from Chris and folds her arms purposefully “I’m sure we agreed best of three, sweetie!” she reminds him forcefully.

Chris huffs, annoyed at having his order questioned. “Carla look! This loser is clearly finished, one little kick in the balls is too much for a wimp like tha…”

“Best of three, we agreed!” Carla interrupts coldly, grabbing his balls and twisting just enough to silence him, her face hardening “So just keep playing with your balls boyfriend until Eric is back on his feet!”

Despite his pain, Eric chuckles as she reprimands her cocky boyfriend but it takes several minutes and a few failed attempts before Eric can stand on both feet. His nuts still throb horribly and he knows one more low-blow might finish him off for good… all his hopes now hinge on weakening Chris with an early strike and for this he must try to lure Chris into a false sense of security.

“No more low-blows, oh please sir!” Eric begs, sniffing wretchedly and grimacing as he shields his traumatized manhood. His muscular frame swaying as if he might blow over in the faintest breeze.

“Oh do your poor little nuts hurt! That will teach you to touch a real man’s balls. Now how shall I finish you off?” Chris smirks as he finally stops weighing his own nuts inside his shorts and strides forward gleefully, ready to demolish his opponent. He raises his fists with his lean pumped biceps bulging menacingly by his sides and rolls his shoulders in a cocky show of power and turns grinning to face Carla “What do you think? Nut-claw maybe or a knee? How about an uppercut right in his puny ball-bag? It’s such a tiny target so I’ll need a good aim!”

“Yeah, go crush his nuts, Chris!” Carla claps and cheers excitedly “And you know what’s waiting for you when you win, stud!”

With a sexy pout she sensually slips one shoulder strap down her arm sliding it sensually down her smooth skin until her voluptuous right breast bursts out into the open and she licks her lips as she gently squeezes her huge fleshy tit. Chris blinks, his hungry eyes devouring her naked boob feeling his virile manhood throb powerfully like a real red-blooded male!

Seeing the distraction, Eric strikes!

THUD! Taking one bold steps forward Eric grins as he powers his large foot full force between Chris’s spread legs, striking hard and true aiming just below the pulsating tent of his modest boner.

“Oh no Chris!!! Was that your balls?” Carla yelps in horror, holding a hand to her mouth in shock like a damsel in distress but it’s mainly to hide her grin from Chris who is still staring at her, blinking as the blood drains from his face, his stunning biceps slowly unflexing as his hands drop to his groin.

“Ugh! Fuuuck!...Oh god no! My fucking man-balls!” Chris croaks up at her, his arrogant face cringing as the crippling pain surges up into his guts and he keels forward his hands buried in his shorts seeking out the source of his distress. With a pitiful groan he fingers his two virile testicles for a damage report and its dreadful news. A critical hit to both gonads! Stabbing pain erupts from both of his manly testicles and as usual the bigger right nut has borne the brunt after being crushed flat, his gut is already churning as his strong manly muscles begin to quiver.

“Now take it like a man, tough guy!” Carla steps forward and pats her suffering boyfriend proudly on the back before turning to his assailant with a knowing smile.

 “Nice try Eric! But you’ll never defeat my tough boyfriend. He’s got the biggest, sturdiest balls I ever saw!” Carla brags loudly giving Eric a sly wink “Give up now, Eric, while you’ve still got the chance or Chris will really wreck you puny eggs. Right Chris?”

 “Ugh!!! My balls! Ugh! My big balls are fucked!” Chris groans, too busy tending to his privates and he barely registering Carla’s words as he fights the urge to collapse and puke, but somehow he manages to stay on his feet gritting his teeth in grim determination as the urge for revenge takes over “I’m gonna fucking kill you for that!”

The threat sounds rather hollow as Chris staggers back, grimacing then doubling over with a deep cough, his muscular frame racked by another wave of ball pain that almost drops him to his knees. Somehow he shows his mettle, knowing his balls can take for more punishment than most normal men, especially a weak-balled faggot like Eric!

“Damn sir! You really are one tough stud!” Eric sounds genuinely impressed as he saunters forward tracking his crippled prey into the corner “I wish my balls were as big and strong as yours!”

“Fuck you, tiny balls!” Chris retorts still clutching himself as he manages to stand straight and raise one fist purposefully “You’re gonna wish you were never born with a pair of balls.”

As Eric stands considering his options, Chris takes the initiative and strikes out with his right foot, a vicious snap-kick aimed directly at Eric’s weak-point. But this time the big man is ready, twisting his hips to take the kick harmlessly on his muscular backside then reaching down to seize the attacking ankle.

“Huh!” Chris gasp as his knee suddenly twists, turning him away from his opponent and he can only swing his fist blindly behind him then he freezes with a terrible feeling of Deja-vu as he yells our “No!!! Don’t you fucking dare!!! Ugh! For Fuck’s sake…not the balls again!!”

Eric’s big hand has already slid stealthily into the back of his shorts AGAIN and Chris can only whimper as the strong fingers embrace their targets, encircling the neck of his low hanging scrotum, gently sliding both testes down to the base of his silky sack then firmly massaging his aching man-orbs.

“No….Fuck you! No! God dammit not my balls again!” Chris protests angrily “Carla do something, the faggot’s got my nuts again!”

“You can take it, Chris!” Carla chuckles quietly creeping forward for a closer view watching her boyfriend’s back arching, the fine muscles rippling as he squirms.

“Damn these balls are truly impressive!” Eric enthuses, panting heavily as he edges forward until the huge boner in his shorts is rubbing threateningly against Chris’ bubble butt. “Wow! These manly nuts took a full force kick and you’re still fighting, sir! What a tough little stud!”

Eric licks his lips hungrily as his eager fingers get the full measure of his cocky client’s sex organs. With one ankle suspended aloft his enraged rival can only hop around on one leg, unable to deliver another mule kick to Eric’s junk and now the hunky trainer can take his time to grope the humiliated blond stud, weighing each virile gonads in his hand then carefully assessing the length and breadth of each precious orb between his expert fingers.

“I see why you’re so proud of your big manly nuts, sir!” Eric gushes as he playfully rolls the two ripe grapes between his fingers. Or should I say ‘cute little boy-balls’! Eric chuckles at the thought as he gently squeezes the left egg until the small slippery orb squirts out of his fingers making Chris gasp in distress and leaving Eric to switch focus to righty, excited to discover this one is teeny bit meatier. Damn that’s quite a testicle…for a fourteen year old! Eric chuckles aloud as he squeezes it more firmly at the sides feeling the firm orb start to distort, the fertile flesh bulging out at each end as he clamps down on its core.

“Ooooohh! My big right nut!” Chris raises his head and howls, his fingers scrambling to peel the vice-like grip that is threatening his pride and joy…the very core of his masculinity but he can only hop around as his strong torso writhes and squirms, his sexy muscles clenching and thrashing, helpless to prevent the filthy pervert from torturing his beloved gonad. “I give…I fucking give! Ugh…Dickhead!”

As Chris blurts out his shameful submission Eric winks knowingly across at Carla, loosening his nut claw but continuing to massage his frustrated rival’s succulent nads in his hands for a few more agonizing seconds before sliding his hand out and finally releasing his leg, letting Chris slump to his knees.

“Filthy faggot! Ooh my big fucking nut!” Chris curses rolling on the floor as he tenderly caresses the larger of his two testicles, now restored to its normal healthy shape and he hammers his fist in fury against the floor “Fucker! Oooh my ball!…I’m gonna fucking castrate you! Ugh, god dammit…I’ll crush your puny little balls !”

“That’s the spirit, Chris!” Carla walks up and gently massages the solid muscles of her boyfriend’s shoulders then carefully repositions his Armani frames that have shifted to a comical angle after all his yelling and thrashing around. “Best of three remember. Now get up tough guy! It’s time to show Eric what your big-balls are made of…and don’t you dare submit again!”

Chris grits his teeth and looks up at her with a determined glare “You’re damn right, my balls are tough! Ugh! Fuck, I just need a moment to re-arrange my junk.”

A few minutes later both boys are ready to face off again with Carla standing between them clearly in control of the contest.

“Honestly boys, I thought we agreed to no low-blows…but if that’s what turns you on!” Carla rolls her eyes as if to say boy will be boys then directs her glare rather sternly on Chris before continuing “Just remember guys, I do plan on getting laid today so we need at least one working gonad after you boys are done.”

With a light-hearted chuckle Carla glides away leaving the two hunks facing off across the room, Chris glares furiously at Eric who just grins lustfully back and cheekily blows him a kiss.

“Fuck you faggot! God, I can’t believe I hired you...you filthy fucking cock-sucker!” Chris huffs, his handsome face cringing in revulsion as if he’s just stepped in a dog turd and he glances down with a hurt expression at his right hand as it tenderly caressing his aching balls. The reassuring sight of his manly orbs gliding between his fingers quickly revive his fighting spirit and when he finally looks up there is a renewed fire burning behind his determined eyes. Chris puffs out his chest and clenches his fists knowing one solid nut strike will leave his worthless rival broken and crying at his feet. Chris feels proud having proven his toughness, surviving a brutal kick in the balls followed by that devastating nut squeeze that almost turned his big right testicle into paste.

Chris glares across at his rival and with a superior smirk proudly shakes his embattled gonads provocatively towards his opponent just to prove their invincibility.

“Jealous, huh?” Chris smirks across dismissively “You really thought you could defeat my tough man-balls? Yeah right! A weak, tiny-balled faggot like you!”

“Well actually sir, I’m, er…bisexual” Eric confesses with a cheeky shrug “So that means neither of you are really safe!”

Eric chuckles, relishing all the tough talk from his cocky client but there is only one question running through his mind…how to get his hands back around those delicious dangling gonads that Chris so proud of.

Carla watches excitedly as the two muscular boy’s circle each other warily, both look a little tender between the legs and seem wary of exposing their vulnerable genitals to any more trauma. Finally they lock hands, both leaning forward to keep their groins safe from any dirty knee strikes, their sexy muscles sweating and rippling as they flex and strain. Carla can’t help touching herself at such an erotic site and she gapes in surprise, impressed at how well Chris is faring, especially after suffering such a crippling attack on his beloved balls. Her blond warrior’s glistening torso is rippling with the exertion, somehow able to defy the greater bulk of his taller adversary and Carla feels a gush of pride, seeing her man so fueled by his lustful need to fuck her after he’s done with emasculating Eric. It’s certainly a far cry from his humiliating performance against Kyle a few months back and Carla bites her lip in excitement as the tables begin to turn in her boyfriend’s favor.

Chris too knows he has it in the bag now as he presses his advantage knowing Eric is weakening. His cocky, handsome face is set in stone as he channels his new-found strength and soon he can feel his rival’s muscular arms begin to buckle. Eric looks aghast as his dazzling gay-boy biceps begin to quiver under the strain, clearly no match for a true red-blooded, macho man like Chris especially with all that testosterone gushing from his manly gonads. Chris glances across at Carla, his lips curling into a cocky grin as he catches a glimpse of his sexy flexed biceps, a fortress of muscle towering high and impenetrable above his smooth tanned arms. With a triumphant battle-cry he forces the bigger man down on his knees, and Eric can only stare up in stunned disbelief, his mighty muscles trembling and crumbling as his powerful torso begin to arch backwards.

Chris takes a bold stride forward stepping firmly between Eric’s thighs, his foot pressing up against his trainer’s vulnerable gonads making the struggling trainer gasp in panic as his vulnerability becomes clear. Eric’s powerful thighs are now prized apart by Chris’s foot, his trembling muscles flexing, desperate to avoid being tumbled backwards, knowing this will leave his fragile groin exposed to a ball-breaking knee drop that will surely shatter Eric’s fragile baubles, making him pay eternally for daring to fondle a straight stud’s bollocks.

Carla watches on avidly as Eric grunts and gasps, straining with all his remaining might to delay the inevitable. Shaking his head in terror of the coup-de-grace that will doom his precious young testicles. His handsome face is now at eye level with Chris’s groin and Eric gaze lustfully one last time at the blond warrior’s man bulge letting his head sinks forward to nestle against its warmth one last time.

What happens seems to surprise everyone!

Eric winks at Carla as his mouth gapes wide open, stretching his neck forward to tenderly lick the slender tip of Chris cock, the outline of the crown barely visible through his loose shorts. Chris remains totally oblivious until Eric closes his lips and suckles on the heart-shaped cockhead his tongue exploring its delightful form through the thin fabric.

“What the…” Chris stared down in surprise… then shock… then in utter horror as he feels a sudden renewed pressure on his hands, a crushing knuckle-crushing squeeze as Eric’s biceps seem to find another gear, exploding into action revealing their true power leaving Chris snarls in fury, leaning his bodyweight forward to snuff out Eric’s attempted comeback but his forward movement only slides his stiffening cock deeper into Eric’s hungry mouth that is now sucking and churning on its full length right down to the balls!

“Fuuuuuuck!” Chris can only yell out in disgust as he tries to disengage but he finds his leg is now clamped rigidly between Eric’s muscular thighs and his hands gripped by strong fingers and even his triumphant biceps are being tested to their limits as Eric‘s mighty muscles power up. Chris roars in fury but there is nothing more in his arsenal and he can only watch is disbelief as his strong arms are wrenched backwards against their will.

“Filthy fucking pervert!!!” Chris howls as he writhes and twists but only succeeds in poking his cock all around the hungry mouth giving Eric’s eager tongue every opportunity to explore his throbbing man tool. Chris gapes in horror as he tries but fails to control his super-sensitive cock, unable to comprehend its betrayal as his beloved and hitherto straight penis begins to throb and stiffen in Eric’s warm tender mouth.

“Mmmmm, I see you’re enjoying this too, sir!” Eric gasps upwards after withdrawing still panting in excitement “Well a big stud like you has no reason to be shy!”

Eric grins across at Carla as he leans forward jiggling the quivering tent pole playfully with his nose then his tongue gently scoops up a full mouthful of soft cotton material between his clenched white teeth and with a dramatic bow of Eric’s head Chris find his shorts and boxers being tugged off his waist and can only watch down aghast as his modesty slides all the way down to his hairy ankles.

For a moment Chris stands frozen, blinking at the utter impossibility of his situation. His pulsating cock is now thrust skywards with its pink head peeking out through its soft rubbery foreskin, his virile balls dangling low and proud beneath his decidedly manly bush of dark pubes, all magnificently on display for his personal trainer who kneels excitedly before him…and all the while his girlfriend is watching on in astonishment.

This hesitation doesn’t last too long as Eric finally releases Chris’s hands and wraps his arms seductively around his slim waist grasping and squeezing his firm muscular butt cheeks while his hungry mouth plunges forward to devour his rock-hard boner, comfortably swallowing every delicious inch down to the root then extending his tongue to lick the dangling fertile eggs beneath.

“Fuuuck!…Oh! Oh! Ooooooh! Get off my….my cock!” Chris gasps expressing both pleasure and outrage, his face flushes and flustered as his hands stretch downwards holding Eric’s head trying to extract his raging manhood from the ravenous mouth.

“Stop that now, boys! You’re supposed to be fighting!” Carla’s schoolteacher voice catches both boy’s attention and they freeze guiltily in place.

“Muhh, mmmm, ugghhh” Eric tries to explain to her but his voice is just a muffled splutter with her boyfriend’s hot cock still buried up to his tonsils. With a furious growl Chris pushes Eric’s head away until his own boner springs out with a wet PLOP and he raises his fists glaring down in rage.

 “You’ll pay for that, fucker!” Chris roars, swinging his clenched fist in a wild haymaker directly into Eric’s temple. Time seems to slow down as the punch arches down, gaining momentum before connecting with a resounding CRACK and Chris roars in triumph as Eric’s handsome head is knocked sideways like a bowling pin. Every muscle is clenched powerfully as Chris roars, his magnificent naked body gleaming in triumph as his eyes gaze down to enjoy the aftermath of his knockout punch. Suddenly his eyes widen with a look of stunned horror! Eric’s boulder like biceps is powering unstoppably upwards driving a huge fist careening up between his legs like a battering ram and Chris can only grit his teeth and flex even harder as the unstoppable apocalypse approaches! SQUELCH!!! Eric’s uppercut smashes into his naked dangling bollocks, knocking the soft grape-sized organs skywards then driving them up into his taint crushing both of his virile bollocks completely flat like two juiced grapes.

“Yeah! Huuuuuughhhhh!!!” Chris’ cocky cheer turns to a strangled, heaving groan as his naked nuts are crushed flat and pain explodes between his thighs. This time the athletic twunk crashes to the ground unable to handle the mind-fucking pain in his youthful balls as he curls into a fetal position wailing and choking, clutching his manhood as his legs kick uselessly at the air.

“My balls! He broke my bawwwwwwwwwllllllls!”

Carla watches as her crippled boyfriend wails in agony, rolling and flapping on the floor like a recently caught fish on a dock. She’s always been aroused and fascinated by her boyfriend’s reaction whenever he gets his nuts cracked really hard and it’s immediately clear that Eric’s ball-breaking uppercut has dealt him another humiliating KO. At that point Carla turns her attention to Chris’s assailant and it’s immediately clear poor Eric isn’t fairing any better.

The muscular trainer is sprawled on his back barely conscious after that brutal punch to the temple. His beautifully muscled chest is slowly rising and falling as his handsome face lolls on the floor, eyes glazed over and blinking up in confusion. Carla gasps, intrigued by the prospect that Chris could still win this fight and she immediately rushes over to her boyfriend who is still writhing wretchedly on the carpet. She grabs his solid shoulders firmly, trying to shake him out of his chasm of self-pity and grief.

“Be a man, Chris!” she urges frantically “Come on tough-guy, you’ve got this in the bag! Look Eric’s out of it…you just have to pin him.”

“Carla…ugh! I can’t, my…my balls!” Chris sobs quietly in her arms “Oh god! Ugh! He broke my balls… ugh…I’m going to puke.”

Carla huffs and scowls down at him, infuriated to see her supposedly strong, tough boyfriend reduced once again to a sobbing defeated wreck after getting his nuts scrambled. She rolls her eyes in annoyance but decides to take a gentler approach for now. Carefully she holds his hands and gently removing them from his battered genitals to inspect the damage. She grins at the sight of his slim but rather delectable penis which has lost most of its rigidity but none of its boyish charm. She strokes it tenderly then carefully lifts up the stem to inspect the squished boy-buds beneath.

“Oh your poor babies” she murmurs softly seeing his two rather pink looking gonads hanging low in their silky scrotum, nestling against his thigh. Chris certainly has the prettiest pair of nuts, she thinks as she reaches down to brush the sparse hairs sprouting from his beloved balls before scooping up his slippery grape-sized jewels and nursing them gently ignoring her boyfriend’s muffled protests.

“Come on Chris, just look at these tough manly balls! Show me how tough they are, stud!”

Carla teases her boyfriend weighing his beloved baby-makers in her palm. They really are quite a sturdy pair, she thinks, maybe a little pinker than usual but at least their beauty is not tarnished by any bruising or swelling and they still feel wonderfully virile in her hands despite their compact size.

“Carla I can’t…ugh…look my balls are totally ruined!” Chris whimpers craning his neck up to inspect his junk then he blinks, amazed they could still look so healthy “But….but they fucking hurt so bad” he explains.

“Be a man for once in your life! Make me proud!” Carla orders him with a slight tone of anger as she hauls her crippled naked warrior to his feet and they both look across to see Eric has also risen to his knees where he rocks unsteadily, his eyes closed, groaning with both hands clutching his head.

“Now go finish him off boyfriend!!!”

 Carla shoves her boyfriend forward and Chris has little choice but to obey, growling with rage, trying to overcome his agony as he limps forward purposefully, lining himself up for a knockout kick, his vengeful eyes locked in on Eric’s vulnerable unguarded manhood. He strides forward, faster now roaring out a battle cry as his leg swings back then powers forward, his bony instep accelerating with devastating power towards his hung trainer’s vulnerable man-bulge.

His leg swooshes violently through the air and Chris grins meanly as he braces himself, waiting for the brutal impact against Eric’s smaller, weaker testicles and the moment when they distort then explode into worthless mush between his toes…but the impact never comes. His right leg continued its graceful arc hitting nothing but still air and Chris is thrown off balance stumbling forward as suddenly a strong arm sweeps his ankle sending him crashing backwards to the ground. He tries to scramble to his feet but strong hands seize both wrist and pin them to the floor and before he realizes what has happened, Eric is above him, chest-to chest, his handsome youthful face gazing lustfully down and Chris gasps as he feels a deadly knee poised between his thighs already nudging his naked testicles.

“Fuck you, pervert! Nooooo!” Chris grits his teeth, clenching every muscle in his athletic torso using all his raw power to raise his hands up from the floor but Eric casually leans forward using his bodyweight to slam Chris back against the ground. The sight of the those sexy muscles straining beneath him is too much for Eric to resist, so he leans forward until their heads are brushing together side by side and his tongue darts out to lick Chris’ flexed biceps. Eric moans, shoving his knee deeper into the blond studs balls which only makes his blond victim growl and flex even harder. Eric moans with ecstasy as his tongue traces the delicious sculpted contours, like a project for his anatomy class, his moist tongue following the taut biceps-tendon up from the elbow, exploring the delightful little cavity where the long and short-head muscles overlap before feeling the sexy peak bursting upwards like a tennis ball and Eric gasps with delight as he opens his jaws wide to gently bite the rippling mound of muscle like a juicy apple.

“My training plan is really paying dividends, don’t you think, sir?” Eric chuckles as he rams his knee even harder into his client’s naked baby makers “Damn, your muscles explode when I nudge you down there!”

“My baaaaallllllls!” Chris raises his heads and howls in pain.

“That’s right, sir! Great, big base-balls!” Eric enthuses then licks his tongue right over the sizzling biceps leaving the bulging muscle moist and gleaming under the lights “And you’re nuts are incredible too!” With these words Eric thrusts his knee with ferocious power into his client’s battered testicles

Chris’ torso jerks up, briefly raising Eric’s hefty weight clean off the ground as he stares up with a look of pure loathing straining every sinew in his lithe body then his mouth gapes open in a silent fateful scream, overwhelmed by agony as he collapses pinned wretchedly to the floor coughing and spluttering.

“Ugh! Stop!…Filthy fucker! Ugh! … crushing my fucking balls!”

“What was that, sir?” Eric raises his eyebrows feigning surprise, then gently nudges his kneecap into the blond stud’s groin rolling over each of the bruised grapes making Chris groan and grimace in terror.

“I give. I fucking give!” Chris moans pitifully, trying to hold back a sob as the consequence of defeat looms large.

“Cheer up stud, real men don’t cry” Eric gazes down warmly, then tenderly wipes away the lone tear rolling down Chris’ cheek “You’re a real warrior, sir! I was beginning to wonder if your mighty eggs would ever crack.”

“That’s my man!” Carla gushes proudly, winking at Eric before leaning over to console her confused looking boyfriend “I’m so proud of you, honey. You nearly beat him and you certainly showed how tough your big balls are! Anyway now we have to go ahead with your plan.”

Carla pulls out two pairs of hand-cuffs and Chris’s initial terror subsides when he sees they are just toys adorned with pink fluffy material. His relief doesn’t last long though then they snap on his wrists with the sharp clinical CLICK! of hardened steel and before he can protest, two strong arms heaved him aloft and carry him effortlessly into the hallway where he is pinned him up against the wall beneath the staircase.  “What the hell…?” Chris protests in vain as his arms are swiftly forced above his head and two more deafening clicks signal his entrapment.

“Let me down!” Chris yells angrily glancing left then right to see both wrists have been locked against the wooden balustrade with his hands spread apart just above head height “Carla! For fucks sake, let me down right now!” 

“Sorry baby, but as you always tell me… a bet is a bet. Now you can show how manly you really are!.” Carla’s lips pucker at her hanging boyfriend as he stares in disbelief at her betrayal.

“Carla…no…please” Chris pleads, his athletic chest rising and falling with each terrified gasp.

Carla just blows him a kiss before Erik steps up “Wow, sir you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”

“No I’m not, fucker! Let me out of these now” Chris scowls back rattling his chains as Eric reaches between his legs and tenderly strokes his stiffening rod.

“Wow sir, look at that…hard as a door nail ! I know you love touching my nuts when we work out…but well now I see you like to be touched down there too.”

“Nooooo! Not by guys! I’m fucking straight!” Chris protests adamantly gritting his teeth as he tests his bonds “Look dude, sorry if I…er…tapped your nuts…look dude it was an accident so….huuuuggghhhh.”

SQUELCH! A brutal uppercut ends the pathetic tirade as Eric drops to his knees and fires his heavy fist between Chris’s thighs, his hard knuckles sinking deep into Chris’s dangling grapes.

Chris’s resolve crumbles and the crippled stud is left hanging by his wrists as he gasps in agony “My….fucking balls!” Baring his teeth he seethes in righteous anger glaring down at Eric who just smiles back and grabs his naked balls in one hand and rubbing the contents inside with his thumbs before he breathes his hot wet breath all over Chris’s groin.

“Gross…stop…I….ohhhh….no don't you dare do that!”

Erik now has the tip of his stiff cock pursed between his lips like a fine cigar and gently sucks at the end, his mouth like a vacuum sucking harder and faster. The sensation overwhelms Chris and for a moment he briefly forgets whose mouth is on his cock as he moans.

Then reality hits Chris like a brick and he looks desperate to Carla again. “He’s sucking my goddam…” Chris is not sure how to finish his sentence as Eric moves forward giving more pressure with his lips and sliding every inch down his staff all the way to the root.

Carla is watching in utter fascination as her uber straight boyfriend is being blown by Eric, the look of utter revulsion burning his cheeks with shame and rage as he tries to breathe steady and not give in to Eric’s expert tongue.

“Baby I’m pretty sure that’s not the first dick that he’s had in his mouth,” Carla chuckles “I bet he’s good!”

Carla grabs Chris by his firm buns, squeezes his rippling butt cheeks which only encourages Eric further as he starts to bob his head on his prize going up and down so fast that his head is a blur over Chris’s groin.

“Don’t…want…oh no…he’s…su…cking…my….oh god….don’t want…stop…fuuck!” Chris spews out the words while shaking his chains, his cheeks puffing out and Carla slides even closer behind him her breasts tickling his bare back, her hands squeezing his ass cheeks even harder then slapping and spanking his perfectly-formed backside.

“Oh baby…I’m so jealous… he’s good at it right? Do you want to cum for me, baby?”

“No!....I won’t…I can’t…stop it…oooh…you, you goddam cock-sucker!”

Carla bursts out laughing at his choice of insult then decided to turn the tables a little as she moves to one side then meanly kicks out with her foot, connecting firmly with Erik’s prominent bulge. The big jock chokes then splutters violently on Chris’s cock before spitting it out and curling up into a miserable ball.

“Not so fast big guy…he’ll cum too fast that way. Go slow…this ain’t a race.”

Ignoring Eric’s groans of pain Carla takes Chris’s ball-sack in hand, separating his grape sized nuts and squeezes them between her fingers. Chris whimpers above her.

“Car…la…not my man-balls…so sore… please no Carla.”

Carla does not heed to his wishes but squeezes even harder.

Erik looks up at Chris’s still defiant boyish face as he rolls his own tender testes then stumbles forward to lick at Chris nipples, and hears Chris taking in a steady breath.

“OK I can make this last, Carla.” Eric’s voice is husky as he sucks a nipple down to its base, and slightly nibbles on one end and pinches the opposite after he wets his fingers. “I can bring him to the edge…make him beg for it. Is that alright with you, Chris?. Now tighten your pretty abs, sir, it will help you cope while Carla squeezes your balls.”

Chris shakes his head defiantly, then cranes his neck back and howls as Carla drives her fingers deep into both of his virile balls deforming his sturdy testicles in her manicured hands the nails digging deep into his sensitive nutmeat.

“I…” Chris starts to say but Erik takes his dick into his mouth again and Chris finds himself inaudible as his trainer jerks his cock in mouth and playing with his nipples. Chris’s whole body is tingling and the pressure is building in his loins as the two work him over.

“God honey you are so fucking hot!” Carla tells him as her lips start kissing a wet trail down the spine of his lower back and between his pert butt cheeks until her pink tongue touches his entrance.

Chris’s eyes widen in alarm, no one has ever touched him…back there but Carla’s tongue twirls and laps at his puckered asshole licking him with her hot wet tongue.

“Not there…not my balls…not…oh god…!” Chris grits his teeth as Erik comes off his cock again to blow cool air on his trembling erection and he hisses defiantly. “You’ll never make me cum, I’m not a fag!” he finally shouts, his rage boiling over.

“Oh sir…of course you’re going to cum. But only when we want you to…you're putty in our hands now, sir.”

“No…I am…n…oooo….t!”

Carla’s tongue enters him and presses deep into his hole and Chris turns his head gasping. His cock…throbs despite no one touching it.

“What’s hap…pening to me…why…am…I…?”

No one answers him, and Erik takes him back into his mouth and Chris seems to lose control as both his cock and his ass are being manipulated with hot wet tongues and he looks up at the ceiling gritting his teeth and moaning.

“F…fuck.”

“Are you getting close, stud?” Carla purrs reaching between Chris’s legs to grope his rock hard cock, gripping it firmly then stroking downward to encompass his sexy balls, feeling the two orbs pulling upwards as he approaches until they are strung up tight and throbbing either side of the base of his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Chris pants rapidly “I’m gonna…oooh…”

“No! Don’t let him cum!” Carla barks out the order and Eric is quick to respond slamming a mean jab directly into the tight left testicle but Chris just grits his teeth and snarls down at Eric his whole body flexing against his constraints.

“Fuck me, you’re one tough cookie, sir!” Eric gushes before unleashing another harder jab into the bigger and more tender right gonad, crushing it flat and this one does the trick, nearly breaking Chris in half as he bellows in agony, his legs buckling as he falls, left dangling by his constraints and kicking his legs uselessly in the air.

“My baaaaaaaalls!!!” Chris howls in agony squirming and writhing “Oh fuck me! Ugh! I’m going to fucking puke!”

“There, there darling” Carla soothes him gently rubbing his tortured gonads pleased to see his boner has softened slightly while Eric  “That’s the problem with having such tough manly nads, honey, it takes  a really hard strike to have any effect.”

Eric stands rubbing the towering boner in his shorts as his free and caresses Chris quivering, perspiring muscles.

“You…fucking…bitch!” Chris pants in angry gasps with utter hatred at his trainer “Admit it…You’re just fucking jealous of my bigger balls. You fucking tiny-balled faggot!”

“Now, be nice darling!” Carla cautions her boyfriend with a threatening grip on his scrotum. She doesn’t even need to squeeze his eggs as Chris’ jaw drops open and he shakes his head with a pleading expression.

“Well Eric, what do you say to that?” Carla turns her attention to Eric and before he can answer her hand thrusts into his shorts and Eric yelps in shock as she finds her targets “I reckon Chris might is right, you're jealous because my boyfriend is more of a man than you where it counts, admit it?”

“Well I, er…ow!” Eric’s pained mumbles are interrupted by the more decisive girl.

“Look here’s the deal, boys…Eric is going to get his little nuts out right now and we’ll see how they stack up against a real man!” Carla grins down proudly at her boyfriend’s rather swollen looking wedding tackle and reaches down to gently weigh his aching balls in her hand “What do you say, Chris?”

“Fucking bring it on…just let me out of these damned handcuffs!” Chris snarls at Eric with renewed enthusiasm “Oh and one more thing, dickhead…whoever has the smaller balls get a full force kick in the balls from the winner and from Carla too!”

“Hang on, but we didn’t agree…” Eric’s protest withers away because Carla is already unlocking her battered boyfriend. It’s quite clear who is running the show and both boys are starting to feel like puppets.

Chris sighs with relief as his wrists come loose and his hands instantly drop to his knees where he stands hunched over and breathing hard. His handsome face still looks strained but at least his throbbing balls are finally able to sway freely between his spread legs and the cool breeze seems to soothe his pain. Eric’s last vicious nut punch has slightly deflated his boner and his mangled nuts are also now drooping lower in his sack.

“Stop ogling my big balls, you fucking pervert!” Chris huffs and he peers up just to confirm what he suspected. Eric is grinning as he gazes lustfully down at Chris naked groin his eager eyes flickering between his delicious dangling genitals and his nicely chiseled butt cheeks.

“Sorry, er, you’re just so…manly, sir!” Eric gulps, his voice quivering.

“Yeah, no shit!” Chris retorts gruffly, his wounded pride restored by the envy crackling in Eric’s voice and with a determined grunt he raises himself up to his full height filling his chest with air as his naked muscles clench purposefully. Chris glares into Eric’s nervous blinking eyes sensing the taller hunk’s nervousness and he reaches down to caress his tough, hairy bollocks. With a cocky grin Chris scoops them up letting his plump testicles roll lazily across his palm, knowing just how daunting they must appear to his less-endowed rival and even Chris is impressed at how healthy and virile his low-hangers appear after Eric’s numerous attempts to crack them.

“Time to face the music mother-fucker! Let’s see how your puny little boy-buds compare against my tough man-balls!”

Eric gulps and opens his mouth but the cold stare from Chris silences him. Acting nervously Eric first takes off his shirt and already he can see Carla’s eyebrows rise at the site of his silky-smooth muscled torso and the tiniest grin teasing the corner of her mouth. Somehow, he resists the urge to flex his sexy muscles and begins to slide his shorts slowly down his narrow waist, his fingers sensually tracing the V-line beneath his navel.

“What a loser! Look, he hasn’t got a single hair down there!”

The taunting makes Eric pause, flushed with shame as he covers his freshly-shaved pubis with his hand and turns his back to Chris who just laughs cruelly takes a big step forward and roughly pulls Eric shorts down to his ankles in one fell swoop. Eric yelps in surprise, dropping both of his arms, shielding the sight of his naked butt crack with one big paw while the other hand covers his dangling boy-toys.

“What a pathetic disgrace!” Chris smirks as he watches the beefy hunk cupping himself from both sides in shame and Chris advances on him confidently, hips thrust forward to proudly flaunt his dangling genitals which are beautifully displayed under a manly bush of dark pubes. “Take your hands away, faggot! Show me your tiny boy-balls”.

Eric blinks his innocent green eyes trying his very best to look nervous but inside his heart is pounding with excitement as he watches Chris approach him in all his naked glory. By now Eric is almost drooling with lust from the site of Chris’s delicious boy-cock and his ripe little cherries swinging beneath. Eric’s can feel his big cock stiffening and thickening against his palm, pushing eagerly outwards with powerful throbs and by now even his large hand struggles to conceal his lustful feelings. He bites his lip and shrugs with a look that is almost apologetic as he finally releases his raging man-tool which springs upwards, it’s full eight inches of potent man meat throbbing powerfully in the air thrusting hungrily towards Chris who freezes in his tracks, balking at it’s sheer size.

“Oh wow, Eric!!!” Carla breaks the silence with a gasp, stepping forward alongside her seething boyfriend to get a better view before “Do you think he’s bigger than you, honey?”

“Who cares, he’s just a fucking faggot!” Chris huffs angrily turning to Eric “No one cares about you’re…. Ugh! Carla what are you…?”

The words die in his throat as he feels Carla’s hands gently wrap around his own cock and he gasps feeling the erotic stir in his loins as she begins stroking his cock with her expert hands. He looks down in confusion to see her adoring eyes are gazing up at him full of pride and passion and lust as she gives him a cheeky winks as her fingers find his sweet-spot, gently rolling down his foreskin and making small circles just under the heart shaped crown…like a light switch his semi-hard erection starts to throb powerfully in her hands and after just a little more massaging she has to press it down firmly to keep his raging boner in place.

“Yeah! That’s my man!” She gushes proudly, wrapping her arms around her confused boyfriend as she rubs up against him, groping his firm muscles still firmly gripping his rock hard, throbbing boner in her right hand.

Reading Carla’s mind, Eric grins at her and steps boldly forward his huge erection swinging heavily in front of him and she gasps with delight as she reaches out to wrap her left hand around the base of his towering shaft but her long fingers don’t come close to closing the gap around Eric’s huge girthy cock. She chuckles feeling the contrast with her boyfriend’s pride and joy, his rock-hard stiffy almost entirely enclosed within her sensual grip.

“Stop it!” Chris cringes in shame “We’re only supposed to compare our…. baaaaalllllllsss!” his protest is interrupted by a painful three finger squeeze of his right nut which Carla deftly applies without even releasing his boner.

“Well Carla…so how do we stack up?” Eric jokes, bucking his hips to slide his hefty tool through her sensual hands, moaning in pleasure “You know,  I think I may be a little bigger.”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure!” Carla teases him playfully “See my stud-boyfriend isn’t even fully hard yet!”

“Carla don’t!” Chris gasps as she begins to stroke his already rock-hard boner, squeezing and pumping his raging member until Chris is on tiptoes moaning and gasping, his skin tingling as a first dribble of pre-cum leaks from his throbbing cock “Please…oh fuck, I’m going to…”

Carla suddenly releases him and watches with fascination as his lively boner quivers and jerks in the air, slapping up noisily against his navel before lowering throbbing twice then jerking upright again releasing a tiny squirt of pre-cum.

“Wow, what a stud!” Carla enthuses grasping her boyfriend’s throbbing tool but this time she pulls Eric forward by his dick and presses the two throbbing boners together and Chris can only gasp down, spluttering in humiliation at the sight of Eric’s mighty horn towering a good two inches above his own fully erect, quivering cock. Eric’s huge pink shiny crown thrusts up at him in triumph and looks at least twice the size of his own cock-head and Chris can only croak in distress feeling like a foolish pubescent teenager who has dared to compare his pretty boy-cock against his huge hung daddy.

“Wow Look, Eric really is a bit bigger than you, darling!” Carla chuckles slapping the two cocks together like a swordfight making Chris shriek with each heavy blow.

“Big deal, mine’s big enough!” Chris huffs indignantly back at her, his face bright red and flustered as he pulls himself out of her grasp then angrily grabs his low hanging balls and weighs them in his palm “Anyway, I’ll show you I’m more of a man where it really counts” and with this Chris turns angrily to Eric.

“Well, it’s time to find out if you’ve got any balls, loser!”

“Oh come on sir, please don’t’ make fun of my little jelly beans?” Eric squirms looking nervously down at Chris, his huge engorged dong now drooping heavily between his legs while both hands clutch himself nervously in a rather unsuccessful attempt to conceal his modesty.

Chris glares back, his firm pecs brushing up against Eric’s and he scowls down as he feels his rigid boner brushing up against Eric’s heavy flaccid cock, furious to discover it still falls a little short. With an irritated growl he reaches down to scoop up his tough, hairy bollocks.

“You’re in real trouble now, Eric!” Carla warns him with a wag of her finger “Check out the size of these man-balls!”

“Yeah, pretty impressive, right?” Chris smirks, peering down proudly as he slowly rolls his virile man-eggs between his fingers just to make Eric squirm “Now let’s make this interesting, kid! As you can see my right ball is even bigger than the left…well I bet even my smaller left nut can beat both of yours!” With a cocky grin Chris carefully isolates his left gonad and pushes it to the base of his silky sac where it bulges, plump and shiny like a big ripe grape.

Eric sighs and bites his lip then slowly begins to massage his love-eggs, trying to warm them up before his big reveal. He peers down and carefully grasps the neck of his scrotum still taking care to shield his assets from Chris’ sight.

“Well? Did you find them yet, big guy?” Chris chuckles meanly and gives Carla a playful nudge.

Eric looks up at him with a blank stare then sweeps his huge cock out of the way and lifts his young testicles right up against his blond idol’s prized jewel.

The laughter dies in Chris’ throat as he gazes down, blinking in complete disbelief at the pair of huge, hairless bull-balls that completely dwarf his own little boyish gonad…the two juicy plums bulging proudly next to the little hairy gooseberry.

“But…my balls are bigger…even Eric admitted…his tiny balls…” Chris splutters incoherently, turning pleadingly to Carla with shame burning in his eyes but Carla just winks back reassuringly which only confuses him further. To his surprise Carla wraps her arms around him and pull herself closer rubbing herself sensually against him as she proudly caresses his muscular chest, her fingers tracing around his angular pecs then drifting down over his rippled abs, combing through his manly bush. Chris gulps as he feels her fingers enveloping his nut-sack from all angles like a hungry octopus and he hears her moan in pleasure as she sensually fondles his left nut before switching eagerly to his even meatier right gonad.

“Don’t despair darling! You’ve still got big manly balls.” Carla purrs proudly as she caresses his plump right testicle in her fingers “In fact I can’t wait to see Eric’s face when we show him your bigger right nut!!!”

Chris can only gape down in abject horror as Carla proudly unveils his pride and joy; his plumper and slightly swollen right testicle! It’s immediately obvious that even the larger of his two gonad is hopelessly out-manned by Eric’s bigger, beefier baby makers. Chris cringes in shame but Carla seems intent on examining both boy’s testicles with fascination, smooshing the two balls together until her boyfriend’s smaller, firmer egg is almost entirely lost within the soft flesh of Eric’s overgrown sex organ. The hunky trainer howls in pain as he feels the smaller sturdier nut pressing deep into his fragile nut meat and he suddenly grasps at Carla’s wrist and his distress brings a little consolation to Chris.

“That’s it Carla!” Chris urges, feeling a tiny glimmer of pride as he grits his teeth to manage his own pain “Press harder! Ugh fuck! Use my…ow!...tough man-ball to castrate that impotent faggot!”

 “No dear, I think he’s had enough!” Carla chuckles, finally relieving Eric from his torture but still controlling both boys with a painful grip around their vulnerable ball bags “Sorry Chris but we have to concede defeat this time…your big studly man-balls have finally met their match I’m afraid…Eric is just a bit more hung than you, sweety.”

“This is bullshit, Carla!” Chris huffs, squirming in shame “I’m still more of a man than that fucking fag!”

“I know…I know darling,” she reassures him in a warm soothing voice while gently massaging his smaller gonads “And you can still prove it! Now Eric’s going kick you in the balls and you are going to take it like a man!”

Carla instantly releases her ball grip, but before her boyfriend can reach down to shield his balls she grabs his wrist and expertly twists his right hand behind his back in an unbreakable arm-lock.

“Carla please no…not my…my balls!!!” Chris panics, struggling in vain to escape her hold, every muscle flexing in vain as his free hand clenches into a fist which he suddenly swings in a desperate haymaker at Eric’s grinning face as he moves in for the kill.

Eric deftly avoids the punch then grabs Chris by the upper arm, wrapping his large hands around the blond studs bulging muscles then he grabs the other arm in the same way as Carla slips away, releasing her hold to let Eric shoves her boyfriend firmly against the wall, separating his legs with a powerful thrust of his knee that stops just short of his vulnerable dangling jewels.

“Now be strong, sir!” Eric encourages Chris with a wily grin, squeezing the blond boy’s clenched biceps in a powerful grip that makes the veins pop out of his forearms  and Chris can only clenches his teeth in dread as he finds himself pinned in place by his trainer’s superior strength.

“Please! Not the knee! Not my fucking…!” his pitiful plead is cut short by a deep THUD as Eric’s knee plows him squarely between the legs, slamming directly into his dangling scrotum, hammering his two little man-grapes flat against his pelvis with devastating power.

“Bawwwwwllls!!!” Chris hollers in agony the veins and tendons popping out of his neck as he stares down in horror at the leg that is buried between his legs, still crushing his virile testicles making his athletic body writhe and convulses, still pinned against the wall by his trainer’s crushing grip.

“That’s it, sir! Yes ! Flex harder for me!” Eric pants in excitement lowering his knee very slowly then suddenly thrusting it back upwards, feeling his blond captive’s man-pebbles crushing flat under his kneecap. The harsh manly grunt from Chris confirming a critical hit and Eric fells the sudden explosion of rock hard muscle under his fingers tips as the broken stud rears back in agony his muscles flexing in erratic spasms until he freezes in place, locked in a magnificent double-biceps pose his proud face contorted in a silent scream staring deep into Eric’s soul. The erotic site is too much for Eric to resist as he leans forward to kiss Chris passionately on the mouth while his fingers still worship the sexy peaks of his flexing biceps trying in vain to make any imprint in the rock hard mounds of muscle.

“That’s enough!” Carla suddenly orders “Just put him out of his misery, Eric”

Eric nods back in acknowledgement then whispers gently into Chris’s ear “Sweet dreams, sir” then hammers a final ball-breaking knee into the young stud’s gonads and watches as his eyes roll back into his head and Chris’s muscles falls limp in his hands. Eric holds him, hugging him tenderly before lowering Chris gently to the floor.

The devastating trauma from that finally knee has totally overwhelmed the young stud’s senses and his mind has already set off on a relaxing trip to La-La-Land. Eric gazes down at Chris’s sexy naked body now sprawled out peacefully at his feet, now mercifully still with only the faintest fluttering of his eyelids. His handsome face has lost all of its anger, now replaced by a calm, almost angelic expression.

Carla and Eric stand opposite each other both lustfully gazing down at Chris as he lays limp at their feet.

“Isn’t he magnificent?!” Eric gushes then grins across at Carla “You’re such a lucky girl!”

“Yeah, er, I guess so” Carla glimpses down at her miserable wreck of her boyfriend before her eyes return hungrily to focus on Eric’s huge throbbing dong “You know you’re not so shabby yourself, big boy!”

Eric just shrugs back meekly but his eyes continue to gaze down hungrily at his sleeping angel and Carla frowns, disappointed that Eric is still more interested in her shameful wreck of a boyfriend.

“Carla, er…do you mind if I…” Eric trembles, biting his lip as he reaches down to touch himself feeling his hard cock wetting at the tip, his huge heavy balls aching to be released “Fuck…I bet he tastes so good”.

“Yeah OK” Carla relents with a sigh “But only if I can help you.”

Carla kneels over her boyfriend cooing in his ear, “Baby…sleep time is over. Time to wake up.” Carla’s red lips graze his lobe and her pink tongue tastes the ridges along the side as she tongues him.

As Chris begins to stir Eric is already kneeling between his thighs, taking Chris’s drooping erection deep into his mouth, starting to gently work on him from below while Carla straddles his torso, grasping each of Chris’s firm pec’s paying close attention to his pink nipples as she toys with his hardened nubs.

A pained moan signals his awakening and his eyes open a crack towards Carla then stare wide open in shock as he feels a warm surge of pleasure as Eric suckles his tool. As he opens his mouth to protest she leans in and passionately kisses him on the mouth sliding her tongue between his warm lips as she firmly squeezes his nipples.

Down below, Eric moans in delight as he feels the cute floppy organ begin to respond with the first tentative pulses and he can feel Chris’s slender shaft edging deeper down his tongue until its firm little tip is almost tickling his tonsils. Eric groans with pleasure as he devours the stiff pole his lips tight, and mouth wet and hot as he takes Chris down until the pubic hairs tickle his nostrils. He slurps loudly and feels a tightness in Chris’s shaft now as he suckles at the end of Chris’s heart-shaped exposed cockhead.

Moaning in Carla’s mouth, Chris bucks his hips, manages to slide his cock in and out of Eric’s mouth and Carla takes the opportunity to slide her body down his torso, nudging Eric out of the way until she is lying face down on top of her boyfriend. Her slender thigh glides between his legs as she mumbles in his mouth “We forgot my knee, darling” Her words take a moment to register then Chris jerks his head up, eyes open wide in fear looking pleadingly into her face but she just shrugs and blows him a little kiss.

Carla swings her bare leg between his clenched trembling thighs, feeling his blonde hairs brushing against her smooth lower thigh as she swings her leg straight up and feels her upper thigh hit Chris’s scrotum, nailing both of his little nuggets hard and quick. The harsh THUD! of her knee strike causes Chris to clench every muscle, clamping his eyes shut but she bites his bottom lip between her teeth after retracting her tongue and pinching his nipples between her thumb and index fingers loving the pain that she is causing him. Chris groans then coughs deeply, spluttering and whimpering as she retracts her lethal knee from between his ass cheeks.

 “Carla…why…oh my balls…ugh!” Chris sobs incoherently.

“You’re such a tough stud, darling!” she consoles him, planting a tender kiss on his cheek before rolling off him “and now I think you deserve a little reward.”

Reading her mind, Eric eagerly assumes his favorite place between Chris’s legs then gently extracts the blond stud’s hands which are cradling his shattered manhood. Chris can only whimper as Eric swoops down to tenderly kiss his bruised, swollen balls before pursing his lips and sucking gently until the left gonad pops into his warm mouth quickly followed by its slightly bigger twin.

Eric moans with pleasure as he suckles on Chris’s boyish testicles which fit perfectly in his mouth with enough space for his tongue to swirl around them and explore their ovular form. They even feel a little bigger from the swelling like ripe damsons ready to be plucked.

“Aaahh! What are you…oooooh… my man-balls!” Chris gasps, his head propped up angry eyes glaring down his rippled abs to see Eric’s face slurping happily on his virile family jewels, gently tugging on his silky scrotum until the slender nut cords stretch tautly away from his groin like guitar strings.

“You like that, huh?” Eric grins, peers up as he rolling his big warm tongue lazily over the two bulging balls “Well you’ll really love this, sir!”

Without waiting for a reply, Eric grasps the blond guy’s stiffening tool and playfully squeezes the center of its rubbery shaft firmly making the boyish crown thrust outwards. His eyes sparkle with lust and he repeats the process, squeezing then releasing watching entranced as Chris’s pretty cock contorts under his touch, all the time stiffening and throbbing under his grip until it thrusts up so firmly that even his strong fingers can’t impair its perfect phallic shape. By now Eric is too overcome by desire, his salivating mouth unable to resist the desire to devour this succulent morsel. His lips part as he buries his head into Chris’ treasure chest feeling the modest length of his pretty boner gliding into his mouth until his nose is nestled deep into the sweet smelling bush of pubes where he moans snuggling his face deeper into the straight stud’s groin.

“Ugh! Oh fucking hell…stop! Oooooh!” Chris gasps out in dismay but his quivering voice betrays the first hint of pleasure which delights Eric who picks up the pace as he begins to suck more passionately, his head plunging up and down in deep long strokes taking in every throbbing inch of Chris’s boner “Oh Fuck!...Ugh! Ugh! Stop it!...I’m not gay you…ugh! Oh my God!”

Chris’s eyes roll back as Erik picks up speed, moaning with desire as he blows Chris’s quivering cock showing no sign of relenting his blow job.

Carla is frowning with disappointment at being side-lined as she gazes down at the hunky and very kinky trainer who is sucking greedily on her lover’s raging cock. Chris is still snarling in utter disgust at the perversion going on between his legs but then he freezes, eyes blinking in disbelief as he moans, not in anger this time but a long lingering moan of pleasure and Carla gasps in amazement, unable to believe her senses as Chris reaches to grasps Eric’s head then pulls it briskly downwards to meet the powerful upward thrust of his hips as he drills his man-tool deeper and deeper into the warm stimulating cavity. Chris, her uber-straight macho boyfriend is now shamelessly face-fucking his muscle-bound trainer, grunting and moaning in ecstasy as he thrusts harder and faster and Carla eagerly kneels down to get a close up of his busy man-tool.

“How do you like being my bitch, fucker?” Chris growls, hauling Eric’s head downwards, pinning his shocked face deep into his manly pubes. Chris manages a small grin as he clutches Eric’s face firmly against his crotch until the big hunk begins to snort and splutter for air.

 “That’s it, choke on my big cock, faggot!” Chris smirks, taunting the muscle stud by letting his captive’s face withdraw by an inch or two only to slam his hard dick back inside, all the way to the root. As Eric’s face begins to redden Chris begins to grind and roll his hips pumping his full length through Eric’s gasping mouth, forcing the shocked trainer to imbibe the full throbbing length of his virile cock…six and a half inches according to Carla… plenty big enough to choke this faggot!!!

“Choke on my spunk, faggot! I’ll show you what a real man tastes like ! Oooh I’m going to…. cuuuuuum!!!” as his bucking stops and grits his teeth with a deep manly groan, gazing up, eyes wide open, his gleaming muscles flexing.

“Yes! Now feed me, sir!” Eric grasps the rigid jolting cock, gripping the bucking shaft tight to keep it pointed at his handsome beaming face, at the same time Carla reaches round to grab Chris by his throbbing balls, squeezing his love-organs firmly and gasping in surprise at how much bigger his swollen gonads feel in her hand.

Eric pumps the steely shaft a few times until it suddenly bucks hard, squirting a healthy wad of creamy cum that streaks up Eric’s handsome face and Chris moans in pleasure as a second squirt fires from his tip splattering against his trainer’s cheek then his cock jerks again and this time a smaller clearer jet of liquid spurts from the tip splashing onto Eric’s upper lip and the trainer licks it off hungrily. His hard shaft gives a few more powerful dry throbs then Chris’s head slumps back to the floor breathing hard, his sculpted chest rising and falling

“Hmmm what a stud!” Eric gushes, wiping the modest load of succulent nectar from his face and licking it off his fingers “I bet there’s way more in those big man-balls of yours!”

“Yeah, let’s show him honey!” Carla cheer is met by a look of horror from Chris as her hands clamp down on his aching empty plums while Eric begins vigorously pumping his wilting stem trying to extract a few more drips of sap.

“Carla I can’t! I’m drained….ugh! Fuck…my balls!” Chris hollers in distress, his head jerking up, eyes wide open in pain, helpless to stop the relentless pumping of his exhausted man tool. Despite his protests Chris is shocked to feel his manhood begin to pulsate once again as Eric works his cock magic while Carla painfully juices his nuts.

“Fuuuuck!” Chris whimpers as his lithe body contorts in the throes of his second orgasm as Eric grips his throbbing shaft, tightly caressing the base of its crown with his tongue. A strained manly grunt from Chris is followed by another squirt of mostly clear man-juice from his pointy boner which Eric devours with a moan before sticking his tongue out rather optimistically for more.

“Come on, Chris, I know you’ve got more in these big boys!” Carla enthuses, squeezing harder on Chris’s mangled jewels then pressing her finger-tip deeper into the swollen right gonad resulting in a deafening howl of anguish from the tortured stud. Chris’s raging boner bucks wildly in Eric’s grip but refuses to release a single drop more nectar from his stubborn balls.

Carla shrugs apologetically to Eric then her eyes light up with inspiration as she surveys her boyfriend’s unyielding nuts in her right hand. Slowly she forms a fist with her left hand biting her lip as she lines it up with the small oval targets then pounds her knuckles deep into Chris’s sturdy left gonad, ignoring his howl of pain as she rears back and punches again this time flattening his plumper, more sensitive right testicle. Squelch!  The emasculates blond stud screams in agony, his biceps flexing like boulders as his body jerks upright and for a moment Chris is frozen like a tragic Greek statue, his agonized face howling silently at the heavens, then in one final act of manly defiance his cock erupts as the last reserves of his manly essence spurts from his rock-hard boner.

“Yes! Oh my, Sir!” Eric gasps in delight as another streak of hot spunk spurts over his tongue and he moans in pleasure, his taste buds savoring the unique taste of his cocky client before letting it slide down his throat but Eric is still hungry for more as he takes Chris’s cock in his mouth, licking it’s slender tip then sucking hard to extract the last sacred drops before devouring the entire appendage right down to the balls. Eric is so busy harvesting the last residue of sweet nectar that he barely hears the agonized croak.

“Carla…My balls!” Chris gasps, his blinking eyes staring aghast at his girlfriend “Oh Fuck!....You…broke…my…fu…fucking balls!” Nauseous and deathly pale the blond stud’s eye-lids flutter as he teeters unsteadily then slowly his eyes role up into his skull and his lithe body slumps in Carla’s arms and she lowers him gently to the ground.

“Mmmm! That was awesome!” Eric beams up at Carla after his lips finally relinquish their claim on Chris’s rubbery, wilting cock which falls with a wet slap onto his limp thigh.

“It looked like Chris enjoyed it too!” Carla chuckles ruffling her unconscious boyfriend’s hair “That was quite an impressive cum-load…by his standards I mean...almost like a real man!” she smirks meanly as she playfully fondles her boyfriend’s boyish testicles.

“Well Carla, I guess his so-called man-balls must carry a spare tank…” Eric chuckles, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he takes his turn to fondle the two firm little olives in Chris’s silky scrotum, taking particular delight in squeezing the slightly plumper and rather pinker right gonad “So you have to crush them completely flat to juice them properly?”

“Right, well I’ll have to squeeze them harder from now on!” Carla laughs, glimpsing down briefly to check Chris is still sleeping “You must admit, they’re pretty tough little soldiers aren’t they? No wonder he’s so proud of them.”

“Oh fuck yeah, he’s a tough little stud!” Eric moans in ecstasy as he fondles his sleeping idols firm little eggs “And he’s so cute too…God he makes me so fucking horny, um Carla, do you minds if I…?”

Carla’s shrug is enough so Eric grabs his huge towering dong and pauses, kneeling between the sleeping boy’s thighs to gaze down lustfully at his slumbering prey. The face looks almost angelic perched atop such a deliciously muscled torso and the close proximity to Chris’s cute naked boyhood makes Eric’s heart pound heavily in his chest. With a leering grin he slaps all eight inches of his throbbing man meat against the loose jumble of genitalia between Chris’s legs, making both of his two cute hairy balls  bounce outwards either side. Then Eric scoops both cocks into his big paw pointing them towards Chris’s navel as he rubs them together, his huge veiny boner completely dwarfing the sleeping stud’s drooping member as he begins to rub them together with his cocky client.

“Ooooh! Ow….oooh…my…nuts!” Chris moans, groaning weakly, his head rocking gently from the rhythmic motion at his groin as he slowly starts to stir from his sleep. His calm face creases up into a pained grimace as his hands slowly reach down to nurse his mangled, aching jewels. With eyes still closed, his strong hands manage to locate the twin sources of his distress, guided only by the pain signals and for a while he moans weakly as his fingers gently fondle his two modest testicles with a tenderness that seems surprising from such a self-declared tough-guy.

“That’s it, sir! Wow! You’re hard as a doornail already!” the warm familiar voice filters into Chris’s head and he blinks in surprise as he feels the heady flood of endorphins flooding up from his groin, a swell of pleasure to dull the agony in his battered balls.

“What are you….ugh…get off my…cock!” Chris gasps, protesting weakly, his fingers stretching out by his sides as the hormones surge through his muscled frame “Ooooh! no…aaaaahh… Fuuuck!”

Eric beams down as he strokes their cocks together, gazing lustfully at the lithe sexy body writhing in pleasure under his spell. The cocky blond stud rendered completely helpless by his expert touch “Will you cum with me, sir?”

Chris gapes back, unable to form words, only his shaking head and blinking eyes convey the utter impossibility of the task. His beloved man-balls feel completely wrecked and emptied. Crushed to a pulp, pumped to the dregs then sucked out to the very last drop…yet Chris can feel his raging boner throbbing harder than ever, aching for more.

“You show him, stud!” Carla leans over her boyfriend, pressing her lips against her boyfriend’s gaping mouth pressing his hand against her tits as she reaches down to scoop up his mangled balls, squeezing rhythmically with the thrusts of Eric’s hand. She moans with pleasure as she massages his beloved gonads enjoying every grunt and gasp as she squeezes the plump slippery balls.

“Grrr….ahhh….mmm….nnnnnngggg….”

Eric pants as he pumps the wet slippery cocks together, rocking his hips to glide the full length of his mighty tool through his hand, the thick purple head thrusting upwards powerfully sliding against Chris’s cute boyish member. His handsome cheeks begin to flush and Eric glimpses down to see his huge bull-balls strung up tightly either side of his steely shaft, now his chest tightens turning his breaths into small whimpering gasps and he can already feels pressure building at the root of his cock.

“Fuuuuuuck! I’m gonna cuuuuum!”

Eric’s lips are open but the muffled cry comes from someone else…beneath Carla, Chris’s muscled body suddenly bucks, his hips thrusting upwards, pushing his slender pink pecker into the foreground peeking up above it’s bigger rival and Eric can see the firm balls wrenched up so high they almost disappear in the wrinkles of Chris’s tight scrotum.

“Grrrrrrrraaaaahhhhhhhh…..ugggghhhhhh!” With a manly grunt Chris climaxes, his slim chest flexing hard, his biceps bulging like small rocks under his clenched fists. His rock-hard boner jolts twice in Eric’s grip then convulses sending a warm spurt of clear cum that splashes onto Chris’s rippling pecs. The blond stud moans then cries out again as his cock spits out another fine jet of seedless juice to decorate his slender six-pack.

“Well done, sir!” Eric cheers ecstatically as he grips his client’s busy cock feeling it jerking and jolting in his grasp then he reaches down to grasp Chris by his firm little stud-balls. Feeling both testicles strung up so tightly Eric is able to fondle both precious jewels together with just three fingers, rolling and squeezing the plucky orbs against each other. By now both delicious nuggets are completely out of juice and Chris’s twink-ish cock finishes its climax with a few courageous but fruitless spasms.

Carla shrugs up at Eric, almost apologetically then raises her eyebrows and with a cheeky grin gives a sly nod towards his towering throbbing cock…a gesture that can only mean one thing “Now, show me what you got, stud!”

Eric bites his lip with desire, stroking his ravenous meat-stick with his right hand while rolling Chris’s sweet cherries in the left, feeling his tension relax as he gently tugs on the cute man-eggs drawing them down by their cords so he can explore each nut in turn. Chris’s bigger right nut is clearly his favorite and Eric’s cock throbs powerfully as his fingers compare the succulent masterpiece against its sleeker but sturdier left twin.

“Oh sir, your nuts are so hot!” Eric pants, his eyes fluttering “Ugh, oh oh…let me cum on your balls! Mmmmmmm!”

Suddenly Eric stops jerking and Carla gazes in wonder as his magnificent muscular body freezes, his huge cock pressed down against her boyfriend’s modest genitals the huge crown splitting his small testicles apart and Eric grunts deeply, his face a mask of ecstasy as his mighty tool begins to spew.

SPLAT! The first gush of hot jizz shoots above Chris’s naked torso hitting the blond stud right in his shocked face knocking his handsome head back to the floor spluttering and cursing in disgust just as the next thick wad pumps out, leaving a long stream of milky cum on his abs and chest. Eric grits his teeth redirecting his cum cannon just as his huge balls surge again, pumping a slower but fuller gush of thick jizz pouring over the smaller balls of his sexy client.

“Ooooh fuck yeah!” Eric groans in ecstasy as he begins to slowly stroke his throbbing hardon, each downstroke delivering another hefty gloop of creamy jizz that streams down over the sexy man-bumps in Chris’s scrotum forming a thick pool under his slowly softening cock. With a final drawn-out moan Eric grips his shaft tighter, squeezing out one final trickle that oozes from the tip of his manhood and slowly drips onto its target leaving a thin string of syrupy man-juice hanging from his twitching tool.

“Ugh! Filthy faggot!” Chris protests angrily, his voice spluttering up through the puddle of sticky cum on his lips, a small bubble rising then imploding back into his mouth making him gag in revulsion before spitting out the salty sperm that dribbles down his chiseled jaw.

“Oh come on sir, I know you enjoyed it really!” Eric chuckles teasingly “Look, you jizzed all over your sexy pecs!”

Chris cranes his head up sluggishly then blinks in astonishment at the sheer volume of creamy spunk puddling in the ridges of his sculpted torso.

“How the fu…”

“Damn impressive, sir!” Eric applauds, raising his eyebrows “These big man-balls of yours put on quite a show today.”

To emphasize his point, Eric playfully swings his big boner downwards making it crash brutally into Chris’s cum-drenched nuts with a resounding wet SPLAT!

“Huuuughhh ! My fucking baaaaaa….ugh!!” Chris jolts upright, howling in fury but Eric just retracts his heavy dong and before hammering it back down scoring another direct hit this time pounding Chris’s bigger right testicle, silencing the poor blond stud who can only stare down in horror, eyes wide, cheeks puffed out looking about ready to puke. SPLAT! A third cock-knock hammers down onto righty again and this time it’s too much for poor Chris, his head slumping back to the floor writhing for a moment before a wave of stabbing pain overwhelms his senses sending his eyeballs rolling back into his head as the cocky muscle stud passes out again.

“Damn, that was awesome Carla!” Eric grins at the girl and can’t resist taking one more final friendly grope of Chris’s sexy biceps “Your boyfriend is such a hot, cocky stud, I’ve been dying to grope his balls ever since he first nut-tapped me in the gym! Thanks so much for playing along.”

“Oh my pleasure!” She chuckles then reaches down to give Chris’s mangled right testicle a mean jab with her index finger. When he fails to stir she looks back up at Eric and confides quietly “Isn’t it fun cracking his little testicles? And he’s such a horny little stud…you know he still tries to fuck me even after I scramble his little eggs!”

“Damn girl! You guys going to have some messed-up kids one day!”

“With him ?” Carla giggles pointing at her boyfriend’s cum-drenched genitalia “Are you serious? You think I want a son with such a cute cock and sweet little boy-balls like these?”

“But…he’s your, um boyfriend, right?” Eric looks up with an inquisitive grin.

“Yeah, well…one of them” she replies with a cheeky wink “When I want to bust some balls he’s my man! Of course sometimes I need to be fucked by a real man!”

Carla reaches down and takes a firm grip of Eric’s fat engorged schlong leaning forward to plant a passionate kiss on his lips.

“Mmmm, maybe next time, cutey!” Eric slaps her jiggling ass and the girl sighs, reluctantly releasing his impressive cock, letting him get up where he stands for a moment gazing down at the sleeping beauty at his feet. “Hmm, well I can’t really leave without saying goodbye, can I?”

Eric leans down to pick Chris up by the ankles then flicks his bare foot into Chris’s swollen sodden balls making them bounce and jiggle between his legs. Eris sees the sexy pecs flex slightly from a sharp exhalation but his face remains inert so Eric repeats the move, flicking his toes repeatedly making the little nuts bounce around until Chris opens his eyes, wailing and squirming in protest.

“Welcome back, sir!” Eric smiles down warmly “Sorry, I’ve got to hit the road now. It was lovely seeing you and Carla and, well, I’ll see you at the gym on Monday, right sir?”

Chris can only whimper in reply, sickened by the sight of Eric’s superior manhood swinging lazily in it’s post orgasmic bliss while he writhes in agony on the floor. His hands have managed to find his battered genitals by now and he grimaces as he tries to wipe the slimy jizz off his poor mangled testicles.

Carla just grins as she waits for Eric to get dressed then lets him out the door.

“Goodbye Eric and thanks for dropping by!” she blows him a little kiss before turning back to kneel next to her sobbing wreck of a boyfriend.

“Are you OK down there, Chrisy?” she chuckles ruffling his hair.

“Carla, my balls! Oh god….oh fuck my balls!” Chris croaks weakly.

“Oh dear! Are your big man-balls still sore, darling?” she grins down enjoying the sight of his handsome tortured face “Did you cum too hard, you big stud?”

Carla grabs Chris around the neck and kisses him passionately using her tongue to lick off the salty spunk around his lips before thrusting her tongue between his lips.

“That was such a big cumload, stud!” She gushes, sneaking her hand down to gently grope Chris by his drenched balls making him groan gently. “You really showed Eric what these big man-balls can do!”

Then gliding her tongue sensually down his neck she moans lustfully as gently slurps the warm creamy cum off his sculpted pecs and firm rippling abs.

“Carla no! Ugh! Oh god don’t lick that…” Chris gasps out miserably feeling utterly shamed and emasculated, then suddenly he stops himself as conflicting thoughts bombard his groggy brain…ugh fucking gross…she’s licking that faggot’s cum!…but wait, hang on…does she still love me?… “Your big man-balls” she said it  just now ”Such a big cumload, stud!!!”…fuck yeah ! I’ll let her believe it’s all mine.

“What’s that honey?” Carla looks up sweetly and Chris can’t help cringing at the sight of Eric’s thick cum dripping off her chin.

“Er… I meant…um… don’t lick my cum like that…slurp it right up, my sexy little whore!” the muscles clench in Chris’s jaw as his shattered ego peeks out from its hiding place “And while you’re down there you can suck on my big man-balls, babe….but gently this time!”

“I sure can, you big manly stud!” Carla laughs with delight “and then you can take me upstairs and fuck me like the stud you are! I want to see you cum like that again!”

Chris gulps then shudders slightly as his head slumps back to the ground.

 

 

End