Rex's Latest Scheme: Part Five Conclusion The Winners written by Jimmy and Y1ddo

 

 Rex's Latest Scheme: Part Five Conclusion

The Winners

 

 

By Jimmy and Y1ddo

Dear BB Community,

Writing with Y1ddo was an honor, and I believe that together we made a story that truly is one of our bests. Reg also wrote and added pieces to this story and his contributions also made this story shine. Hope you all enjoy the finale.

Jimmy 

 

“Wow,” Rex says, as he racks his toes back up until they find and pinch Logan’s perk nipples, and Logan writhes beneath them.

 

“Hold…h..him…st..still,” Chase mumbles as he starts to bob his head, taking Logan in and out of his mouth as his lips constrict on the tip before he plunges back down. Chase is getting lost in the moment, something he has wanted to do for a very long time. His hands roam over Logan’s waist before each hand lowers until they grasp a ball in Logan’s sweaty ballsack, and squeezes its findings as his mouth speeds up. He is not sure how long Logan can put off not cumming, but he plans on making him as soon as possible. Logan is not one to underestimate.

 

“I…I’m trying, but he’s…so strong!” Rex says as Logan tries to sit up, and as he does he takes Rex up with him. When he drops his head back it lands with a “THUD!”, knocking Rex’s small balls into his pelvis with two horrid splats. Rex’s amber eyes go wide, and he falls away releasing Logan’s arms to grab himself and stumble back to their side landing on his butt.

 

“Shiiit…my nuts!” Rex complains.

 

 

Logan’s hands wrap around Chase’s throat and squeeze. The feeling is almost too much and Logan almost explodes, but he pulls back enough to take his cock out of Chase’s mouth, the blow job ending with a wet pop as his cock bumps against Chase’s cheek as he pulls it back.

 

“Oh no…you don’t!” Chase yells and squishes Logan’s nuts in his hands as hard as he can.

 

Logan can’t stop himself falling back and screaming.

 

Chase’s blue eyes are like ice chips and they narrow in on Logan’s screams as he gives each nut a wicked pointed twist and yank.

 

Logan’s eyes roll back, and at that very moment it looks like Chase might have won.

 

Logan sits up fast and crashes his skull into Chase’s, sending him sprawling back to the mat where both titans lay still, dazed and weary on the mat.

 

Rex is prowling his side again, wanting to be tagged back in.

 

Opposite him Zach is the same way, finally on his feet and encouraging Logan to “tag him.

 

“Don’t give up Chase, I am here!” Rex says reaching out again, wanting to get back in.

 

Both Logan and Chase are breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in quick succession. The strum of the moment takes over and Chase blinks and coughs, pinching his nose.

 

“I almost had you.”

 

Logan can’t muster the energy to speak as he pulls up his underwear, tucking his achingly hard erection back into place.

 

“You… most certainly did.”

 

As both combatants’ crawls towards the sidelines, eager to tag in their respective team-mates, they hear a loud “SPLASH!” from across the garden.

 

 

Cody has seemingly decided to “cool down” in the big pool, giving his stinging nutsack some long awaited relief in the cold water. He coos softly as he cradles his meaty melons between his fingers, rolling them carefully.

 

The muscular 18-year-old appears to be in his own world, and he doesn’t seem to notice his beaten opponent approaching the water from the side.

 

Cody chuckles as he slightly tugs at his mighty hose, and says lowly: “Later, buddy… Tonight…”

 

Max catches his opponent’s smug expression as he seems to be fondling his proud assets, and the young swimmer feels his blood starting to boil. “Not on my watch…”

 

Max is like a fish under water, and he gently lowers himself into the cold water. He takes a deep breath, before he stealthily descends below the surface. The water is completely clear in the bright summer sunshine, and the young swimmer has no problem orientating himself. He quickly makes his way towards a pair of massive legs, standing spread eagled on the pool floor. His eyes zoom in on a well-defined pair of glutes, and he can’t help but admire the impressive anatomy of its owner.

 

Below the muscular set of butt cheeks hangs a pair of orange-sized testicles, weighing down a beautiful, clean-shaven sack. The young swimmer licks his lips as his eyes zoom in on the forbidden fruits, slightly swaying in the water as he stealthily approaches them with grim determination.

 

Cody feels a sudden shift of cold water from behind him, but pays it no mind as he looks across the garden towards the others. He spots Logan tagging in his cousin, while Chase seems to be doing the same with Rex.

 

“Go on cuz! Finish him!” Cody bellows, and pounds his chest demonstratively.

 

He can’t see Max anywhere though. “Where’s that little…”

 

Another shift of cold water hits his ankles, as Cody suddenly feels something cold wrap around his meaty melons, followed by a sharp tug to his sack. The muscular jock bends over in response, and to his bewilderment he spots a pair of bony fingers grabbing hold of his vulnerable assets in a vice-like grip from behind.

 

“Wha…” he starts confused, before another sharp tug brings him down below the surface.

 

A flow of bubbles can be seen from the surface, as Cody’s yell of surprise gets muted by the water.

 

Max smiles mischievously as he yanks the trapped sack backwards between Cody’s muscular thighs, out of his reach. He gives the heavy sack a nasty twist, before he tugs it upwards towards the surface.

 

Cody heaves for air as he is forcefully dragged above the surface by his own testicles, and Max leans in on him from behind, water dripping down from his wet hair. The rivulets rush down as Max stands up glowing with pride, as he grapples the caught scrotum in his hands, a glint of triumph in his amber eyes.

 

“I have you now, big boy… This time, I won’t let go…”

 

The splashing in the pool does not go unnoticed by Jayden, and he beams at Max getting the upper hand. He goes to comment but Zach strolls across the ring, a look of deadly determination on his face as he towers over Rex. Rex goes to dart away, but Zach catches his foot. Rex tries not to fall over, his arms pinwheel around as he wobbles.

 

“Wow…” Rex leans back, his chest towards the sky, but one yank of his leg and Rex falters and drops like a sack of potatoes to the mat. Landing with a grunt Rex spins around, but Zach is already grabbing his other ankle and spreading his legs apart like a knife through butter. Rex moves to cover his bulge and catches Zach’s foot just in time as he drops it down. Rex’s muscles scream in protest as Zach uses his leverage and strength to press the invading foot further down until the sole of his foot just brushes Rex’s little package like a paint brush meeting a canvas with a gentle, tentative stroke. A single drop of sweat rolls down his temple, and Rex looks up with a gulp.

 

“You…wouldn’t.”

 

Zach’s foot sinks a bit further, barely half an inch but his whole foot now fills the cavity in Rex’s leg. Every part of his bulge is being touched by the large and commanding presence of Zach’s foot.

 

“I would…” Zach forces his foot down lower until Rex’s small bump is forced to spread and flatten against his pelvis. Zach holds his foot there grinning at the concern and worry that he finds on Rex’s face as he stares at the offending foot. “Ready?” he asks, voice lowered so that just the two of them can hear.

 

“…” Rex sucks in a breath, his heart pounds furiously in his chest. He was going to speak but lost his words as Zach rubs his foot up to his navel, rolling his orbs and cock upwards and then back, but not before his big toe digs into the divot in his navel. Rex bites his lip, a groan of protest coming from him as he blinks and Zach rubs a slow semi-circle tracing of his belly button and presses it with the nail of his big toe a gurgle of mirth coming to his lips and his cock betrays his and slowly hardens underneath.

 

“Hey look, I can feel your nail. You getting a stiffy on me?”

 

“No!” croaks Rex, as he moans. Zach rubs it a bit, feeling the teen starting to thicken to his fullest and plumpest. It’s not much bigger than his thumb but he knows that he has Rex now.

 

Rex’s eyes roll back, as Zach grabs his cock in between his toes, stretching it back as he explores the head as he slowly squeezes it between his two biggest toes. Rex is already wetting the tip and Zach uses that to slip his toes along the outer ridge of the head, feeling a pulse there as he snaps the cock back until it slaps against Rex’s abdomen.

 

“Oh….shit…Zach…don’t…”

 

“Do this?” Zach teases and presses the heel flat against Rex’s marbles until they squish underneath.

 

“Ahhhhhhh!” Rex hollers, head back. But Zach is already letting up and grabs his cock again with his toes, and jacks it up and down gripping the head firmly. Rex pauses, the sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelming him. He moans again, and tries to fight the feeling brewing in his crotch and grabs Zach’s foot trying to lift it, but his muscles are not really in the fight. His hardened spike deserves all the attention, and his clenching stomach muscles do a backflip as Zach releases him again and it smacks against his pubis.

 

Rex grunts and Zach grabs his stiffness again, his toes feeling the little head and squishing it between his toes, jacking him off sloppily. His technique is not perfect but it’s devastating non-the-less as his sole bumps and jostles his balls, each horrid knock sends another jolt of pain through Rex and he pounds at the mat ignoring the calls from Chase to “Reach back, tag me in!”

 

Blinking back the offending sunlight, Rex gets one moment of clarity and turns to Chase’s voice his arm swinging backwards the arc of his fingers swing towards Chase and the pair look destined to meet, but at the last moment Zach pulls Rex back swinging him fully around to his corner where Logan sits camped, his torn singlet practically falling off of him and he grabs Rex’s hands pinning them above his head in a defeating, definitive strike leaving Rex with no way to escape.

 

“No!” Chase calls out, his desperation in his scream for Rex to get free.

 

The shadow of Chase falls across Rex, and he gulps as Zach takes him again between his toes, they itch up to meet his throbbing head and shoot back down his small stalk, and repeat. Rex is breathing hard, the inevitable in each intake of air as Zach peppers him with small but quick flexes of his foot ball-tapping his nutbag in time to his jerking descending downward thrusts with his toe grip. His toes are sweating, which only adds to the unbelievably slick friction as he pumps Rex bringing him closer to the last stage of his building orgasm.

 

“Guys…” Rex croaks, desperate now for them to stop. Logan traces one long nail of his thump along the inside of Rex’s wrist, and down his arm and double backs as Rex huffs and hurried breath makes his chest rises and falls with an increased and hurried pace.

 

“Yes, buddy? You gonna make the faucet turn on for us?” Logan asks.

 

“More like a leak in a small rusty pipe, right Rex?” Zach jokes, his jerking toes only speeding up with the trembling, throbs of Rex’s aching cock.

 

“You…can’t…I….uh….uhhhh…uhhhh!”

 

Rex throws his head back, his pelvis thrusting up to meet Zach’s hurried clenching grip around his busy dripping cockhead, each jerk up brings a bit more clear liquid squirting out and Rex’s body trembles. He still fights to get freed his body rolling like a wave as he pulls at Logan’s hands, and his feet kick out in Zach’s hard-gripping hands, which is utterly useless but the fight not dying out of him as he gets closer.

 

“I won’t!” Rex promises but Zach stomps him fully now, his heel digging hard into the two pebbles and crushing them fully against the mat in one powerful drive, dousing the fire burning within Rex as he falls back flat against the mat blinking dazedly. Zach emphasizes the strike southward with his heel digging deep into Rex’s scrotum sending his spreading his nuts into rolled out pieces of dough underneath the growing plunging pressure.

 

“Uggggggghhhhhhh noo! My ba….ballls!”

 

Chase winces, they’ve got his friend…

 

Prowling his side of the ring, Chase is forced to look on as Zach and Logan put the finishing moves on Rex, the boys scream sets the hairs on the back of his neck on end and he itches to get in there to get to Rex. He was so close with Logan before, he can’t let it end like this. The two on one would certainly mean he would fail, and Chase does not want that to happen.

 

“Don’t give up, Rex. You can still…do this!” His words sound hollow, even to himself.

 

Jayden grimaces behind him, and he mutters: “Rex is so screwed.”

 

In the water Cody is like a dying fish, flailing along the edge as Max presses him against it, keeping his hands right in his sweet spot. With a big splash, Cody ducks underwater and comes up with such a splash that it wets Rex, Logan, and Zach who all turn to the dying animal sound coming from Cody’s throat. Cody’s hips rock against the edge and his inward gaze as he stares at his own nose, while his bottom lip trembles and he screams again “Baaaaaaaawwwls!”

 

 

“Isn’t their match over?” Logan asks, wiping his face from the offending chlorinated pool water.

 

The water acts as a refresher to Rex, bringing him slightly out of his orgasmic state enough to take a full breath before Zach let’s his cock smack against his bare pelvis and he jerks upwards, his cockhead fully flared and trembling. Rex looks at it unbelievably as it pulses against his skin, hot and red. Biting his lip, Rex tries to distract his mind but his loins pulse as Zach takes him again in his toe grasp, and Zach notices the difference. Zach looks at Rex as his eyes widen, an animalistic urge running through him, and he knows that he is finally ready to submit.

 

Zach tightens his grip and holds Rex’s captive head between his toes, and Rex feels nothing but the warmth and ecstatic carnal explosions detonating across his spine, inside his body, and enveloping him completely. It was pleasure, shooting out all other sensations, his ache in his lower scrotum quietly ignored as a dreamy look crosses over Rex’s face and the impending eruption that was now irretrievably underway could not be paused or halted.

 

Rex feels his hips buck and bounce off the mat, his ass muscles clenching and his head carelessly banging off the mat, but he barely notices it as he’s slumped against it.

 

“I…bro…I am….here I…fuuuck…I….”

 

The first spasm wracks Rex’s entire body, and he grows taut and straight stealing of every word as his first powered nut blast, from deep within his scrotum twists from under Zach’s heel and courses through his shaft, shooting out directly through the pouch of his singlet as Rex closes his eyes.

 

After the first Earth-shaking release, Rex finds his voice. He curses, yells, and howls out obscenities while both Logan and Zach chuckle, holding him still. Louder and louder Rex yells until he crashes back to the next volleys release and his ass hits the mat. One after another, he jerks out seven more shots, the last all over himself as he coats his belly and chest with his own slimy sludge.

 

An animalistic gasp comes from Rex on the last small burst, and he falls back finished and breathing hard, his primal noises and grunts slowing as he lays still. Zach jerks him one last time, and lifts his sticky foot a look of disgust on his face, and sends it back down hard as he can crashing it into the soaked bulge with a horrid damp ”splat!”.

 

Rex opens his mouth to scream, but his eyes roll back, and he passes out on the mat.

 

Zach drags him over to his side, a victory talisman, and puts one foot on his beaten opponent as he snaps a photo. “I want to remember this one, Rex…” he grins down, “After this you won’t dare to face me again...”

 

“Hey, doofus… over here!” Chase interrupts, motioning for Zach to take him on. The young swimming captain stands ready on the mats, looking more determined than ever before. “Time to face someone on your own size…” he challenges, grabbing his impressive bulge demonstrably.

 

Zach only chuckles as he looks towards his last standing opponent. “One down, one more to go…”

 

Zach’s protruding fruit basket bulges obscenely inside the thin fabric of his red singlet, and Chase’s eyes are glued to the low-hanging fruits swaying with each step towards him. Chase licks his lips unconsciously at the captivating sight, and his opponent seemingly doesn’t mind.

 

The muscular frat boy is clearly enjoying the attention to his most proud assets, as his sleeping anaconda suddenly starts to awaken. Chase notices a slight twitch inside his opponent’s singlet, and his mouth drops as the already impressive serpent stretches itself further down along the leg of the flimsy fabric.

 

“Like what you see?” Zach chuckles and gives his member a teasing tug. “This is what a real man looks like…”

 

Uncharacteristically, Chase is lost for words for a moment.

 

“What, no snarky remarks?” Zach smirks as he halts, towering over the young swimmer.

 

“You… you were right… You’re… bigger than me…” Chase stutters, and looks down towards the ground.

 

Zach looks a bit puzzled, surprised by the lack of his opponent’s usual confidence. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kiddo… You’re big too, for your age…”

 

Chase’s eyes harden for a moment, but his opponent doesn’t seem to realize.

Jayden sees it though, and he notices his boyfriend’s neck muscles tightening slightly at the remark. To Jayden’s surprise, Chase still manages to keep his cool.

 

“The truth is,” Chase mutters, almost timidly, “… that I’ve never… seen a pair like yours, you know… Can I… can you..?”

 

Zach is taken completely off guard, as he looks straight into Chase’s genuine expression. He’s never seen him so sincere and vulnerable before. “I… you… you want to… see my nuts…?”

 

Chase stares at the ground. After a short moment of silence, he says: “Only… only… if it’s… okay… for… for you,” he blushes.

 

Zach hesitates, before he takes another step forward. He smiles reassuringly towards Chase, and reaches inside his singlet.

 

Logan steps forward and is about to intervene: “Don’t…”, when Jayden stops him. The young referee puts his hand over Logan’s mouth, and gives him a persuasive look.

 

Chase gasps as Zach slowly pushes his nut sack through the leg opening of his singlet, revealing his heavy, low-hanging pair.

 

“Wow…”

 

Zach chuckles and grabs his massive dick, giving it another couple of teasing tugs. His veiny serpent is at half-mast now, threatening to peek through the other leg opening.

 

“Is it okay if… if I touch them?”

 

Zach smiles down at Chase’s sincere expression, and shrugs. “Yeah, yeah. Just… be gentle. I’ve been saving up for weeks…”

 

“I can feel that…” Chase almost whispers, as he carefully weighs each heavy gonad inside his hands. The dense pair can barely fit inside his two hands, as each full testicle forms inside his caressing grip. The warm feeling of the soft nut meat against Chase’s lithe fingers feels enthralling, they feel so soft and full, almost taunting him to break into the sturdier core.

 

“I get what Rex was talking about, this feels awesome…” Chase continues as he starts to apply a bit of pressure on the trapped balls. The ample ball meat gives way as his fingers sink into the massive pair.

 

“What… what are you…” Zach stammers, as he looks worriedly down at his opponent.

 

The Cheshire cat grin is now back across Chase’s face, as he smirks up at Zach.

 

“I never promised to be gentle…” Chase emphasized his point with a nasty twist of his hands, making Zach let out a soprano wail and causing his hardening tool to twitch.

 

“Looks like someone’s enjoying this…” Chase chuckles at the sight of Zach’s rigid pole.

 

Zach whimpers as his opponent squeezes his dangling fruits harder with both hands. He can feel Chase’s fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of his huge testicles, and he desperately tries to pull on his opponent’s wrist and hand.

 

As Zach gulped and shook Chase’s wrists carefully, Chase shook his own wrists, almost to show him how it’s done, causing Zach to whimper and bend over.

 

“My balls… please… let go…”

 

“This is too much fun… You’re getting harder, big boy…” Chase only chuckles.

 

“I’ve been watching Alex’s videos lately, you know… I saw that dancer guy, David, squeeze the cum out of your pathetic balls… That seemed fun!”

 

Zach’s face turns into an expression of panic at the sheer memory, and his eyes waters as Chase continues to knead his manhood with both hands.

 

“You… you can’t… Are… you…”

 

“I think I can,” Chase smiles viciously, as he gives the massive nuts inside his hands another twist, and tugs the heavy sack by the ball strings sharply towards the ground.

 

Zach’s anaconda twitches violently, and the lust in Chase’s eyes is evident as he gazes the massive hose.

 

“Take of your singlet!” Chase demands, as he eases the pressure of his grip.

 

Zach hesitates, looking at his opponent pleadingly. He is rewarded with another vicious twist, making his eyes cross.

 

“Take… it… off!” Chase emphasizes each word with another squeeze. “Or do you want me to start twisting again?”

 

Zach shakes his head frantically, as he reaches for the straps of his singlet. He quickly lowers his singlet down his torso, revealing his chiseled chest and washboard abs. The muscular jock finally stops, as his singlet hangs from his waist.

 

“What are you waiting for?” Chase asks, his fingers sinking deep into the flesh of the massive nuggets, eliciting another high-pitched “Yelp” from his opponent.

 

“Get that monster of yours out!”

 

The young Adonis lowers his singlet further, revealing the girthy base of his massive schlong. With a loud snapping-sound, his massive serpent jumps out of its captivity as it smacks with a wet SPLAT against his abs. Zach’s full 10.5 inches is towering proudly towards the sky, as the meaty hose is held in place by the tight singlet clinging to his waist.

 

Chase’s lips curdles in a mischievous grin as he takes in the full view of Zach’s enormous dick standing at full attention. “You’ve been saving up for weeks, you said?” He let out a chuckle as Zach’s dick twitched in response.

 

“Chase… please…”

 

“I’m going to squeeze out every single last drop…” Chase sniggers, as he sees his opponent’s abs getting wet by the precum oozing out of his dick. “You know, for Rex…”

 

Chase adjusts his hold, trapping his opponent’s nuts at the bottom of the sack with one hand, before he sends a vicious uppercut to Zach’s poor sperm containers from below.

 

Zach’s dick twitches and his eyes widen, his mouth forming a silent “No!”, and Chase can feel his balls draw close to his body visibly contracting, as a massive jet of cum spurts out from his cock, hitting him on the chest and abdomen.

 

Chase let go of his opponent’s ballbag, allowing it drop and sway invitingly in front of him. Zach’s naked nutsack looks like a speed bag as they hang free outside the leg opening, and Chase chuckles at the sight: “Let’s see if we can get some more juice from those fat oranges of yours!”

 

Before Zach manages to react, Chase sends a flurry of punches into his unprotected fruit basket with both hands, alternating between left and right like a professional boxer.

 

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left.

 

Zach screams in pain.

 

With a final, devastating punch, Chase rams his opponent´s nuts into his pelvis, and a huge jet of cum shoots high into the air, hitting the muscular jock on his own chin.

 

“Look at the mess you’ve made…” Chase chuckles, shaking his head. He grabs hold of his opponent´s singlet hanging from his waist, and yanks him towards the pool: “You’d better clean yourself up, ‘Big Balls’…”

 

Chase drags him to the edge of the pool, and with a final sharp tug hurls him into the water. There’s a ripping sound as Zach’s singlet tears into shreds inside Chase’s hands, followed by a loud “PLOP!” as the muscular frat boy crashes into the surface.

 

 

Max turns his head at the sound. He meets the familiar Cheshire cat grin of his friend as Chase waves the shreds of Zach’s singlet proudly, giving Max a playful wink.

 

“Look after him for me, will you? I need to finish of Logan.”

 

Chase turns away from the pool, leaving Max to himself with the two muscular cousins, ready to end the final match of the day.

 

 

Logan is on the prowl over to Chase, and he rips off the rest of the singlet tossing the shredded remains at Jayden. “Hold this for me, will you?”

 

Jayden catches it, and rolls his eyes. “You got this boyfriend! Show Logan up, like I know that only you can.”

 

Rolling his eyes, Logan chuckles and approaches Chase ready to take him on.

“You’ve already stripped for me?” Chase sniggers at his opponent, eyeing his impressive body in the bright summer shine. “Maybe I can get a feel of your balls as well, and compare them to Zach’s?” His eyes are brimming with excitement at the thought.

 

“Nice try, Chase… I’m not that stupid,” Logan smiles. “You’ll have to beat me, fair and square.”

 

Chase shrugs his shoulders with a slight smirk. “It was worth a try… I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way…” He crouches down in the neutral wrestling starting position, and motions for Logan to do the same.

 

Logan approaches him confidently, and smirks: “I thought you liked to be bottom?”

 

“I’m always on top, big boy… You can be bottom if you want to.”

 

Logan shakes his head: “You want me down on my knees, do you? You’ll have to earn it then…” The wrestling captain crouches down and locks his arms with his opponent.

 

Jayden smiles expectantly, and blows his whistle. “Let’s get this final round settled!”

 

 

The loud whistle finally brings Rex back to life, and he looks up from his position on the ground: “You’ve got this Chase! Show Logan who’s boss!”

 

The fallen twin gets interrupted by a loud splash coming from the pool, and he turns his head towards the sound.

 

 

Cody is flapping around in the shallow end of the pool with water up to his ripping abs, his mouth open in a silent scream. Behind him stands Max smiling mischievously, with his hands reaching down below the surface.

 

Rex can’t make out what his twins’ hands are up to under the water, but the agonized expression of the 18-year-old jock in front of him gives him a clear hint.

 

“Let go, let go, let go!” Cody begs, his eyes watering.

“Let go… of what?” Max smiles, playing dumb. His eyes meet his brother’s watching from the lawn, and he gives him a playful wink.

“My balls! Oh my god! LET GO OF MY BALLS!”

 

“You want me to give you your balls back?” Max asks in a mockingly sweet tone.

 

“Yes! You’re breaking them!” Cody screams desperately.

 

“Turn around!” Max orders. “I want to look you in the eyes when you beg me… Keep your hands on your head, or… I will squeeze harder…”

 

Max gives him a persuasive squeeze, and his bigger opponent does as he is told. The young swimmer readjusts his grip, maintaining his controlling hold as Cody turns towards him.

 

“Look down!” Max orders as he raises his hands, yanking Cody’s trapped nutsack above the surface. He’s got one meaty melon inside each hand, completely filling out the space between his fingers.

 

Cody looks down hesitantly at his opponent’s fingers around his naked bull balls, and blushes shamefully.

 

“Tell me what you see…”

 

Cody hesitates.

 

Max yanks his hands upwards hard, stretching Cody’s ball chords to their absolute limit. “Do you need a closer look?” Max asks with a derisive smile.

 

Cody shakes his head pleadingly, and he stammers: “My b… my balls…”

 

“What about your balls?” Max gives the bulging pair a vicious twist.

 

“You… you have… my… balls…

 

“That’s right. I’ve got you. By your huge, fat balls…” Max smiles condescendingly.

“So, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you…”

 

He increases the pressure, and Cody nods his head desperately.

 

“Feels like these suckers are full of jizz…” Max smirks, rolling the massive twin orbs between his fingers.

 

Cody looks at him imploringly, and nods weakly.

 

“Did you really think that I was going to let you leave without me draining these massive sperm banks?” Max asks in a mockingly sweet tone.

 

Cody gives him a pleading look.

 

“That’s sweet…” Max shakes his head.

 

He releases Cody’s slightly bigger left nut and reaches below the surface, searching for his opponent’s sleeping serpent. He doesn’t need to search for long before his free hand wraps around the meaty hose, his other hand still maintaining the controlling hold on Cody’s bloated right nut.

 

After a couple of quick tugs, Cody’s flaccid schlong starts to lengthen, slowly stretching itself towards the surface. The girthy hose suddenly breaks through the water, and rises impressively towards the clear blue sky.

 

Max drools at the sight of the massive, perfectly proportioned dick right in front of him.

 

“He might be as big as his cousin…” the young swimmer thinks to himself, and carefully slides his hand along the whole length of the virile member.

 

“We’re going to the strip club…” Cody almost whispers pleadingly down at his opponent.

 

“That’s a shame… You won’t be using this for a while,” Max sniggers, tightening his hold. “We can do this the easy way…” he continues, giving the rigid pole another tug, “…or the hard way…”

 

Max suddenly clenches his other fist, his fingers clamping down on Cody’s trapped right nut. Cody shrieks, and he shakes his head desperately. To Max’s surprise the meaty dick twitches as he squishes the fat orb with his bare hand.

 

“Interesting…” Max ponders, with a sly grin. “You like it rough, huh? Let’s try it the hard way then…”

 

Cody’s mouth drops as Max let go of his meaty pole, and reattains his grip on the jock’s meaty left nut instead.

 

Max licks his lips. “I like this way better…” he smiles, as both hands each sink into a meaty melon. His thumbs dig into the center of each ample ball, eliciting a girlish scream from the balls’ owner.

 

 

While Max is consumed by the captivating feeling of Cody’s meaty melons between his fingers, a large shadow approaches him from behind…

 

 

“Max!” Rex howls out as he spots Zach, with a determined look on his face, towering behind his twin. His body is reminiscent of a Greek god in the shimmering pool, as he lays his big hand on Max’s shoulder from behind.

 

 

Max freezes as he hears a stern voice from right behind him: “Let go of him!”

The young swimmer had been completely engrossed in the feel of Cody’s genitals inside his lithe hands, and he had completely forgotten about the other cousin in the pool, as he suddenly found himself outnumbered.

 

“Let go,” Zach repeats, leaning over the young swimmer’s shoulder. The 20-year-old jock shudders at the sight of his cousin’s naked ball bag, getting squeezed and twisted by the little runt in front of him.

 

Max eases up his grip on Cody’s goodie bag as he feels Zach’s massive hand on his shoulder, and the the youngest cousin exhales a sigh of relief. Max doesn’t completely let go of the jock’s big nuggets though, as he retains a controlling hold under the surface.

 

“Thanks, cuz…” Cody sends a relieved look at his cousin, and Zach smiles reassuringly back at him.

 

 

Rex watches with a concerned look from the side of the pool, as his twin is outnumbered by the two muscular jocks. Max looks like a little kid as he stands between the huge cousins, his young head only reaching up to the height of the cousins’ bulging pecs.

 

Max sends his twin a worried look, and Rex mouths: “You’ve got this”.

He’s not sure if he believes it himself though, as he watches the muscular cousins towering over his twin on each side.

 

 

“Looks like your fun is over, kiddo…” Zach chuckles confidently into Max’s ear, and he roughs up his hair with his free hand.

 

Max’s neck muscles tighten in response, and his eyes narrow, but the blond frat boy behind him doesn’t seem to notice the shift.

 

Zach lays a muscular arm around the young swimmers neck, and pulls him in close in a playful headlock.

 

Max gulps. He can feel Zach’s hard, defined body against his backside, his own head resting against the 20-year-old’s bulging pecs. The upper side of Max’s back is pressed against the frat boy’s washboard abs, feeling like a chiseled wall of rock against his skin.

But lower down, Max can feel something big and soft pressing against his lower back, and he realizes that, just like his younger cousin, Zach is wearing nothing but his birthday suit…

 

“Alright, I’ll let go…” Max says reluctantly.

 

Cody breathes a sigh of relief, as Max’s one hand let go of his bruised right nut. 

 

“Good boy,” Zach smiles, and he pats the young swimmer on his head. “I knew you’d do as you were the told.” He eases up his headlock, and flexes his big biceps for show.

 

Max draws in a long-awaited breath of fresh air, and his mind clears. He’s still got a hold of Cody’s meaty left nut, and he rolls it carefully between his fingers.

 

Cody looks down at Max questioningly, and he thinks that he catches a cunning glint in the young swimmer’s eyes. As he’s about to speak up, Max gives him a warning squeeze. Cody looks back up at his older cousin, who smiles confidently back at him over Max’s shoulder.

 

Suddenly, Zach’s eyes widen in alarm, and his smirk falters.

 

“Zach?” Cody asks perplexed, as the color of his cousin’s face is slowly fading.

 

The 20-year-old frat boy’s face is a mask of shock and bewilderment, and he seems to be looking straight through him.

 

Cody stares confused at his cousin, as a troubled expression spreads across his handsome face.

 

He looks down at Max.

 

The young swimmer smiles innocently: “Well, he wanted me to let go of your balls…”

 

Cody’s heart sinks, as he slowly looks further down. He eyes Max’s free hand, reaching behind his back, seemingly straight between his cousin’s wide-spread legs.

 

 

Without turning around, Max had managed to stealthily move his free hand below the surface, like a silent predator approaching its prey. His fingers had grazed against the girthy base of Zach’s sleeping anaconda, before they slid lower down, locating their prey.

 

 

“What’s happening…” Rex thinks to himself as he watches from the side of the pool. Zach was still towering behind his twin, and Rex was certain that Max was done for against the two muscular jocks. He knew that Max had Cody in the palm of his hand, but it had seemed like Zach had caught him unawares.

 

Max turns his face towards his twin with a cunning smile, and gives him a sly wink.

 

Rex looks back at him bemused from the side of the pool. As he gazes higher, he spots the sudden change of expression across Zach’s face. His once confident expression had now completely evaporated, and was replaced by a look of fear and concern.

 

There was a slight, sudden movement below the surface beneath Zach’s glimmering abs, and his mouth dropped. Simultaneously, something moved in the water in front of Cody, and he yelped.

 

Rex sniggered knowingly at the scene in front of him. He knew that expression very well, and it could only mean one thing…

 

 

“What do we have here?” Max ponders to himself, faking a surprise, as he rolls the meaty pairs of ‘melons’ between his fingers, and gives both pairs a tentative squeeze.

 “I didn’t know that melons grew under water…”

 

Max’s fingers sink deep into the pairs of fleshy fruits, and both cousins moan miserably in response.

 

“What’s the problem, big boys?” Max sniggers. “Don’t you want to share your juicy melons? There’s no need to be greedy, it feels like there’s more than enough to share…”

 

With a sharp tug Max yanks both his hands upwards, brutally kneading the two sets of naked ball bags inside his hand, forcing the muscular cousins up on their tiptoes.

 

“Wow, these really are the same size…” Max says amazed, as he studies the naked pairs next to each other inside his bare hands. He squishes the two studs’ balls between his fingers, making both cousins shriek out in pain.

 

There’s some movement in the water, as Zach’s dozing anaconda suddenly starts to awaken, stretching itself through and above the surface.

 

“Hello there…” Max chuckles down at Zach’s rising schlong. “You’re a naughty boy as well, aren’t you? One little squeeze, and you’re ready to go…”

 

Zach blushes. He’s got a reputation for “shooting the gun” prematurely, and despite his recent ejaculation on the mats, his virile member seems about ready for another round.

 

Max sniggers at the scene in front of him: Both Johnson cousins are standing at full attention, while simultaneously their big, bulging ballsacks are getting brutally squished by his lithe fingers. He rolls the bulging scrotums between his fingers, playfully weighing them inside his hands.

 

Zach and Cody stares down at him pleadingly.

 

“I bet you guys want me to give you your fat, juicy melons back… don’t you?”

 

The jocks nod frantically, their lips quivering: “please..”

 

“I’m not finished yet, sadly…” Max continues, with mischievous smirk. “I’ll let you choose… Which ball do you want me to squeeze?”

 

Zach and Cody look puzzled at the young swimmer.

 

“Leftie again?” Max squishes the two bloated left nuts. “Or righty?” He readjusts his grip, his fingers closing around the jocks’ right nuts instead.

 

“… righty…”

 

Max chuckles: “You want me to squeeze righty this time?”

 

The muscular cousins nod hesitantly, their eyes pleading like puppies.

 

“Beg me!” Max orders with a malicious grin, and gives them a sharp squeeze.

 

The cousins both inhales sharply: “Bust… our balls…”

 

“You can do better than that…” Max shakes his head, twisting one giant orb with each of his hands. “You know the magic word…”

 

“Please… PLEASE! Bust our baaawls!” the jocks cry desperately in unison, as Max fingers sink deeper into the fleshy core.

 

“My pleasure…” Max smiles mischievously, as he tightens his grip on the studs’ extraordinary babymakers.

The two thick, meaty dicks are throbbing and twitching as Max brutally squishes the meaty melons inside his bare hands; Zach’s hose is slightly bigger than his younger cousin’s member, but both could well have belonged to the proudest of stallions.

 

Zach and Cody are panting and moaning, as their most prized assets are viciously twisted and squeezed. Max is enthusiastically squeezing the big, meaty globes, his bony fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of the ample nut meat.

 

Max yanks down hard, eliciting shrill shrieks from the handsome, muscular hunks. Their big, meaty dicks throbbing and twitching uncontrollably in response, as a steady stream of precum oozes from their tips.

 

“Look at those massive dicks…” Max says amazed to himself. “I bet they’re ready to shoot any second now…”

 

The two muscular blond cousins’ faces are filled with pain, their god-like bodies glistening with sweat, as wave after wave of unbearable pain radiates from their tormented testicles.

 

Max readjusts his grip again, each thumb reaching for the sensitive backside of the meaty globes, and presses down with all his might. He can feel his fingers dig deep into the central core of the jocks’ meaty melons, kneading and twisting them like a wet towel.

 

Suddenly, Cody’s eyes widens, and he looks down at his trembling dick: “Oh no…”

 

Simultaneously, Zach’s eyes also widen in alarm: “NO!”

He looks over at his younger cousin, grimacing in pain, and they share a look of grim understanding of how screwed they both are.

 

 

Rex can no longer stand at the side-lines as a passive spectator, and he lowers himself into the cool water: “Save one for me!”

 

Max locks eyes with his twin, and he smiles: “You horny bastard…”

 

Rex grins mischievously as he approaches the oldest cousin, his eyes bore lustfully into Zach’s pleading face: “We’ve got a score to settle, ‘dinonuts’…”

 

 

Back on the mats, Chase only had one opponent left. 

 

It had all come down to this. Just like he knew it would. 

 

He had to get through Logan. 

 

Every time Chase had ever fought him, he had lost. Every time. Would today be any different? 

 

Chase locks eyes with the now wrestling coach of the Bartlet team. Logan’s intense blue eyes fix on Chase’s, a challenge gleaming in his stare as he cracks a wide grin showing every tooth. He’s got fangs. 

 

“Ready to lose, kid?” 

 

The challenge grits on Chase, and he lets out an animistic growl. His friend and ally, Rex, was down. Beaten by him and Zach. Chase couldn’t stand it. 

 

“You wish.”

 

Chase launches himself at Logan recklessly, his body telegraphing his leap as he grounds his soles on the mat before jumping purposely forward, trying to spear Logan in the middle and drop him quick. Logan was ready for him and met him with an almighty crash of bodies, as the two fight for dominance, hands fighting in a grapple while their feet search for an uppermost way to get even a slight advantage. Chase grunts as he loses a step and then it’s over in a second and he falls, Logan landing on top and pulling him into a submission move, pressing his snarling face into the mat. 

 

“Pinned you.,” Logan says, his voice dripping with authority and command. “Now say, uncle.”

 

Logan’s free hand smacks Chase’s ass with a yelp, as his fingers slide to Chase’s undercarriage, finding the nestled nuggets hidden at the bottom of the crimson singlet pouch. Chase’s fat, solid nuggets feel a little bloated and hot to the touch, as Logan fingers the mound and gropes him. 

 

“Hey, get off of my big balls!” shouts Chase, whose head is still being held against the mat. The taste of it against his lip is of sweat and plastic. His hands grip the mat trying to push up, and force Logan off of him. But Logan’s right knee digs into his lower back, pinning him right where he is, and all his legs can do is scrabble and scrap at the mat like a moth in the sticky web of a spider. 

 

Logan chuckles and slips his fingers around until the central one fingers the sensitive glands along Chase’s penis, which curves down almost protectively half-way around his scrotum. Chase sucks in air as Logan rubs the head of his dick, fingering the crown and feeling as it grows and lengthens under his gentle probing. The nub responds almost immediately, growing hard and then just as Logan uses his thumbnail tracing it down the frenulum the cock jerks and Chase moans almost pitifully against his will as his eyes widen. 

 

“Ohhhhh fuck me.”

 

“That’s not how I win this match, Chase. But thanks for the offer, I’ll let Jayden take you up on that when I am finished with you,” Logan laughs, but not unkindly. 

 

Chase is powerless from stopping his dick from hardening to its full length in Logan’s hand, and just as he starts leaking against the mat, his hardened tool indents the mat around Chase’s growing shaft. Logan runs the staff once more, feeling it from tip to root and speeding up on a quick jerk session that makes Chase’s head spin. Then Logan grabs his nutsack, fingers stretching around to encompass the entirety of Chase’s overlarge eggs, that you can’t get at the grocery store, and poises his fingers in to grip them hard like prongs of a gemstone. 

 

Chase opens his mouth to moan but the grip hardens and instead Chase exhales out a held breath as Logan works over his bag. The sensitive big balls respond immediately sending out shoots of pain, as the sickening hold of his nutclaw does its work. 

 

“Dammit…I wanted….to win…” Chase admits, his hardened cock throbbing at Logan’s grip intensity. 

 

“Not today, Chase…” whispers Logan while he grinds his dominant hand into a fist. Chase’s balls have nowhere to go as Logan digs in, as the balls squeal in his palm and Chase hisses out a long low drawn out moan.

 

Standing nearby, referee Jayden Gomez is hard and leaking, watching his boyfriend being overtaken by Logan Kruger, his wrestling coach. Watching Logan work over a guy is a special event, he knows exactly how to squeeze, where to prod, and exalt the most amount of pain on his victim. He’s a master ballbuster, and Jayden almost wants to watch him finish Chase off, but something in him wants Chase to win more and he does his best to provide a distraction. Not sure if Chase can still get freed, or if he even wants to. The desire in Chases spectacularly blue eyes is like ice melting but he tries anyways. 

 

“Oh shit! The twins are beating the crap out of Zach and Cody in the pool...  

Apparently, brothers beat cousins any day of the week!” Jayden loudly comments and points.

 

Rex and Max beam at Jayden’s comments, Zach and Cody seem lost in the twins busting their balls under water. 

 

Logan sits up rather annoyed, giving Chase a moment to catch his breath, as he points to Zach: “We are winning here, and your match is over… What the hell are you doing?”

 

Zach blushes, and his face is filled with shame and anguish.

 

A grinning face peek out from behind him, and Rex answers swiftly: “We’re milking up Chase’s pool! Hopefully he put in a lot of extra chlorine, if not… he might find some streaks from Dinonuts over here!” Rex laughs at his own joke, and squishes Zach hard in his meatball-like testicles until he howls. 

 

Logan rolls his eyes, but Chase shifts underneath him and when he looks back an elbow swings up nailing him in the temple and causing him to lose his balance and fall over. 

 

“Oww! You little bitch!” Logan chuckles, grabbing his head as Chase gets to his feet and reaching for his nuts.

 

Logan’s leg springs up and catches Chase right in his outlined ballsack, the twin cores smashing hard with a squishing plunk! Logan found his mark, and nailed Chase smartly and equally in both nuggets, a feat that not most wrestlers could accomplish from the ground, but one that Logan managed perfectly.

 

Chase is on his knees gazing down at his mangled nuts in horror and grabs his nutbag as waves of nausea flood the back of his throat and the taste of acid makes him clamp his pouty pink lips together. 

 

“Nnnnnngggggggg!” Chase grunts as his blue eyes roll in their sockets as goes to fall over but Logan grabs him by the middle of his singlet, the material clamped in his fist. 

 

Chase hangs fully back, body stretched out and looking up at the sky as he gasps finally “Oooooooo no! You….  busted….my——-big BALLS!!!!” Chase winces as Logan starts to stand and lifts him up by his singlet, the material wedging inside his buttocks as Logan powers him one handed into the air. 

 

“You are not escaping me, Chase. You wanted this fight, this match. Now I end it.”

 

Logan’s leg moves between Chase’s and he quivers in fear his hands instinctively grabbing Logan’s one arm trying to pull himself free, and leaving himself completely open as Logan’s knee bends to a straight plank. 

 

“Logan….wait—-!” 

 

Chase sentence ends when Logan drops him on his knee. The four foot drop seems to take forever but as Chase lands the air is knocked from his lungs and his back straightens like an arrow that quivers after being fired into a target. Chase gasps as his mouth falls open arms stretched out like wings as his body starts the process the nuts slammed against Logan’s hard muscle thigh. Logan grins at him and tweaks his nose before he grabs Chase’s sides firmly and repeats the drop as he bounces Chase on his knee like you would a toddler. 

 

Chase’s balls bounce and crack on each drop as Logan bounces him and Chase groans as his balls are squished flat, round back up to their original albeit bloated state before being hammered back into pancakes once again. His arms finally drop useless to his sides and Chase’s head follows suit landing on Logan’s left shoulder as Logan continues to bounce him, every vibration of the fall shoots up the stem of his cock and laying against Logan digs into his abdomen soaking through both singlets as he pre-cum against him. 

 

Every smooth knee to Chase’s nuts, does more than squish his cherries like one would in a press it taps the base oh his cock. The vibrations down Chase’s stem causes a slight pulse and he moans on each aftershock, while groaning at every thrust into his scrotum from below. Logan works him over like a pro and Chase holds onto him now, barely with it as Logan pounds away at his sack like whack-a-mole at the arcade. 

 

Delirious from pain and short bursts of pleasure Chase grits his teeth moaning against Logan feeling Logan’s steady thump of his heart on the upwards and descending smacks to his smooth nutsack. 

 

“L…Logan?” he asks, his lips pressed against Logan’s neck tasting the mixture of salty sweat and his warm glistening youthful skin. 

 

“Yeah, bud?”

 

“I’m”

 

*Knee*

 

“Gonna”

 

*Knee*

 

“Win?”

 

*Knee*

 

“Huh?” Chase grunts, squeezing Logan’s flank harder as he shudders, his cock is so hard now that it pokes Logan’s abs right in like a sword thrust into stone. 

 

Logan hammers another knee, and as Chase groans he holds it against the base of Chase’s pelvis, rummaging his knee deep into the crevice and crushing his balls from underneath. Chase grunts as he slides, the knee now back and forth, dragging his nuggets and rolling the tender spuds like he would a rolling pin. The tug of his balls, make the skin of his cock tight as it slides all by Logan’s abs, every small slick thunk up and down Logan’s abs push Chase further along until he starts rocking his pelvis up and pressing his cock into Logan. 

 

“I’m gonna…!” Chase breathes, hot air against Logan’s ear as he grabs hold of him so hard that Logan can barely breathe. But Chase is shaking now, and his tremors run through Logan and his own tool responds pushing up against Chase’s belly. He’s not sure when he got hard, but Logan is but it does not matter as Chase cries out like a wounded bear, the guttural cry causing the twins to hold steady and stop their splashing as Chase’s eyes widen. 

 

A torment of shakes wrack his back and Logan rears back for one more strike. The blow knocks into Chase with such force that the wind is knocked from him and his cock throbs once more and spasms against Logan. Chase is cumming, but he bites his lip as drool falls against Logan’s bare neck as the hot squishy mess shoots up and covers the pair of them and Logan grins whispering so that only Chase can hear “Fucking amazing, bro.”

 

Chase pulls up and his body goes taut like a bow string as more cum shoots up Logan’s chest against him and his orgasm pushes forth a burst of grunts “Ahhh, ahhhh, oooooo, y…yeah!” Chase’s eyes are wild, and the two glittering blue stones are wide open cast upwards towards the sky as he jerks ferociously against Logan until he stops suddenly. A tiny spasm shoots through his stock and he pauses and groans as he cums for a second time. This orgasm is quick but violent as he knocks his head against Logan’s and the pair fall back to the mat, as he topples over Logan with a grunt. 

 

Chase thrusts harder as he pounds his dick into Logan’s belly as he cums again, the wetness spreading throughout both of the combatants until Chase lifts his head up, smiling “I…win.” 

 

He falls back, slumping against Logan, as the pleasureful aftershocks throb through his groin. Chase moans long and low and steady as the pleasureful pain knocks his breath away and he burry’s his head between Logan’s pecs.  The softness of the hardened chest acts like a pillow to Chase who lulls against the familiar friend that has somehow within the past few months morphed more than a friend, but like an older brother who he could trust more than almost anyone.

 

Logan is still hard, trembling almost and he grunts as he cradles Chase to his chest. 

 

“Yeah, you win buddy. You win.”

 

Chase smiles, eyes going heavy and he passes out against Logan. Small snores and breath of air hit Logan’s ears as Chase’s steady breathing goes in and out of him. 

 

Logan slowly lifts him up in his arms, Jayden by his side, as the two head into the house but as he turns everyone in the pool sees his obvious erection. It’s so hard and long, nestled against the lower back of Chase as the door closes. The erection curves up and towards his body, displaying Logan’s thick wooden rod.

 

Max whistles, and licks his lips. “God, I want him…”

 

He didn’t realize that he spoke out loud, and to make sure that Cody does not capitalize on the moment he twists his hands, making Cody scream in pain. The admittance of his inner most desire is not one he wants to share with the young Johnson cousin, not at all.

 

“We lost bro…” Max says with a sigh. 

 

Rex shrugs. “I don’t feel like a loser, how about you Zach?” Rex taunts, squeezing Zach’s over-ripe melons with both hands, eliciting a blood-curdling scream.

 

Zach’s eyes start fluttering, and a couple of seconds later his huge, fat dick erupts with another huge jet of spunk shooting through the air.

 

“I think that we did just fine.”

 

Max smiles back and he winks at his brother as he goes back to work on the other Johnson. He twists Cody’s nutsack sharply, making the young stud scream from the top of his lungs. Max yanks down sharply, squeezing the fleshy pair with both hands as hard as he can, and he can feel Cody’s balls contract and pull up to his massive hose, as jet after jet of creamy semen shoots up into the sky.

 

The twins make sure to squeeze every last drop of cum out of the cousins’ huge, churning melons, until they are completely sure that the massive fruit are totally emptied and drained.

 

The pool is filled with moans and groans, but neither Rex nor Max seems ready to let go of their captive. 

 

Losing might not be so bad after all.

 

 

 

 

~End