Rex's Latest Scheme: Part Four The Big Risk

Rex’s Latest Scheme: Part Four

 The Big Risk

 

 

By Jimmy and Y1ddo

 Cody rises to his feet and turns around, meeting the grinning face of his older cousin strolling towards them.

“What’s up with the clothes?” Zach chuckles at his naked relative, his massive genitalia on full display.

 

“That little fucker… he ripped them straight off,” Cody shakes his head, still smiling. “He’s not as innocent as he might seem, can’t turn your back on him…”

 

Zach gives him an understanding look. “I know what you’re talking about…”

He grabs a hold of his free-hanging nut sack and shows it to his younger cousin. “Those other brats got me good as well…” His big boys are slightly bigger than their usual over-developed size, the latest double-kick clearly taking its toll.

 

“We’re still standing, though…” Cody grins, referencing their poor opponents on the ground. “Logan’s having fun…” he points towards the other side of the mats.

 

Max gazes up at the jocks as they turn away from him, facing Logan and Chase.

Zach seems slightly taller than his younger relative, and his strapping physique is maybe a tad bit more muscular. His tight singlet is doing a bad job concealing the defined muscles of his backside, and the muscular bubble butt below. Cody is standing alongside in his birthday suit, making him look no less spectacular.

 

Between both jocks’ muscular thighs, hangs the most impressive part of their anatomies. It’s impossible to distinguish which one’s bigger, as the two mighty pairs of meaty melons hangs invitingly in front of Max like a couple of punching bags…

 

SMACK! SMACK!

 

Simultaneously, both of Max’s clenched fists connects in a brutal uppercut, ramming the impressive pairs dead-on. Before the cousins manage to react, Max sends another combo to their unprotected family jewels from behind, ramming them as a professional boxer hitting a boxing bag. Max leaves his hands high this time, grinding his knuckles deep into each sack, pinning them against their pelvis.

 

Zach and Cody’s mouths drops open in a surprised yelp of dismay, followed by an even louder holler: “My nuuuuts!”

 

Both jocks double over as Max retracts his hands, and they drop down on their knees.

Max pushes them forwards, making them flop down onto the mat.

 

The cousins desperately try to cover their naked nuts with their hands, but Max gets there first… He grabs onto both pairs with his free hands, and yanks them up between the cousins’ clenching butt cheeks from behind.

 

“I thought you guys knew not to turn your backs on me…” Max chuckles, and gives the meaty melons inside his hands a brave, tentative squeeze. “Looks like your balls are bigger than your brains…”

 

The jocks try to crawl away, but Max gives each set a persuasive twist. Both sets are too big to fit inside his hands, so the young swimmer focuses on each meaty left ball.

 

“Leftie!” the cousins whimper in unison, making Max giggle.

“I wonder if you guys shoot simultaneously as well…”

 

 

Jayden is engulfed in his boyfriend’s struggles, when his stopwatch suddenly beeps.

“Times up!” he shouts, and turns towards Max and the others.

 

To Jayden’s surprise, the muscular cousins are down on the mats, with Max crouched down and smiling behind them. Jayden tries to hide a grin, as Max winks at him proudly.

 

“It doesn’t seem like Zach wants to leave, ref…” Max chuckles.

 

Jayden squats down next to the muscular jock, ignoring the strangle hold on his nut.  “Is that true, Zach?”

 

Max twists his melon another round, and Zach grunts: “Nnng… no!”

 

“Then why don’t you leave? You minute is up,” Jayden tries to sound serious, and he has to suppress a giggle.

 

“He’s…. got… my balls…”

 

“Well, if you don’t leave… I think I’ll have to let Rex back in… You’re two against one, that doesn’t seem fair,” Jayden says, doing his best to sound professional.

 

“You’re right ref, this really doesn’t seem fair…” Max chimes in as he increases the pressure on his opponents’ meatballs, eliciting another set of screams from the muscular cousins.

 

All hell seems to be on the brink of occurring, and Jayden is not sure how much he should let go or not. His indecisiveness proves to be detrimental to Zach and Cody, as Max twists and crunches their big left balls from behind. Max is ferocious, as his grip on the Johnson men tightens.

 

“You know what? I don’t think I’ll need any help… I’ve got these two handled…” Max chuckles towards Jayden.

Jayden is about to tell Max to let Zach go at least… he is on a one-on-one, when his boyfriend’s loud wailing grunt captures his full attention. The referee rushes towards the other side of the mats, allowing Max to continue to play with his prey...

 

 

Meanwhile Chase is in the air, his body spread wide over Logan’s back in a wrenching back breaker rack. Over Logan’s shoulders his body is prone and spread wide across Logan’s back, as the wrestling captain carries him around, stretching and pulling on Chase’ neck and upper thighs.

 

Jayden winces at the sight, and just like that Max’s double-grip on the Johnson men is forgotten.

 

“Chase!” Jayden says, one hand reaching out for him.

 

Chase turns to look at Jayden, his electric blue eyes swim with pain and he groans out “I… have this!”

 

“Sure you do,” Logan says, his voice gruff as he stretches Chase a bit more, and grins with pleasure at the sharp intake of breath along his back. Chase’s dangling, useless limbs swing as he’s unable to grab onto anything to even attempt to pull himself loose and out of Logan’s clutches.

 

Logan spins the two for a bit, until Chase yells out in surprise. Then stopping abruptly and looking up, two blue eye’s smiling at him. “I’m waiting for you to stop me.”

 

“Put…me…down. Then I will!” Chase huffs, face turning pink.

 

Logan pauses, and shrugs. Even with Chase on his shoulder he succeeds, and starring right at Jayden he tosses him off his back where he lands flat on his back, the air knocked right out of him.

 

Logan gives a coy wink towards Jayden before he turns, focusing his full attention on Chase miserably reaching back and arching his back breathing hard, trying to refill his stolen air in his lungs.

 

“You were going to show me something?” Logan says grinning.

 

“Dick!” Chase curses and he tries to get up, but Logan sweeps one foot underneath him dropping Chase back down to the mat. He lands with a plop looking rather indignant, eyes narrowing at Logan.

 

“Don’t toy with me, I’m here to win!”

 

Logan smiles down at him, putting his foot on his chest and forcing him to stay still.

 

“I always play with my food… before I eat it,” Logan explains, flashing Chase a perfect smile before he drops an elbow right into the center of his abdomen.

Chase’s eyes stretch wide, his windows flashing wide as Logan’s elbow sink deep into his guts. The sixteen-year-old gasps, Chase’s mouth falling open.

 

Logan claps Chase on the shoulder. “I am ready whenever you want to… ‘have this’.”

 

Chase moans, his arms wrapping around his middle as he grips his pulsing, stinging abdomen.

 

“Cat caught your tongue, Chase?”

 

Logan tweaks his nose as Chase calls him a “Bitch” under his breath.

 

Logan tilts his head, still sitting next to him. “What did you say, little buddy?”

 

He reaches forward and grabs Chase by the balls, not squeezing them, but his tight grip seems to be all the threat that he needs to get Chase’s full attention. “I am not sure if I heard you right.”

 

Chase is shaking his head, as he peers down between his legs. A look of concern crosses his face, and Chase glances up.

 

“Hey…you’re… ummm… a little too…” at this Chase gulps, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his neck. He tries to continue: “…close.”

 

“Chasey boy, that’s the idea…” Logan’s thumb rubs one rounded sphere on the outside ridge, his fingernail tracing a line slowly down the side.

 

“You did choose to go on Rex’s team,” Logan leans in so that his hot breath hits Chase in the face. “You could have let Max be in your place, but some part of you wanted to face me. You knew that you would lose...”

 

“No, I…!”

 

Logan twists Chase’s sack, stealing his words from him and silencing him. He relaxes his grip a bit. “Don’t tell me that you thought you would win... That was never, ever going to happen.”

 

Logan starts to rise, and he pulls Chase up to standing, stretching his ballbag and his ball cords in the process. It’s almost comical how Chase’s eyes have crisscrossed, his bottom lip juts out and he hisses out his breath and moans.

“Logan!”

 

Logan does not answer.

He drags Chase over to Rex. Rex jumps up ready to tag in to help Chase, but Logan stops just before he can reach him.

 

“You chose the wrong partner… Always choose family.”

 

Rex is left slightly speechless as Logan twists Chase around and pulls him up close against his chest. He tightens his handhold another turn, and Chase balks and groans. Logan takes both of Chase’s hands over his head and forces them against his back so that Chase is stretched wide, his chest bulging out and leaving his groin completely wide open, along with his abdomen.

 

Logan takes his hand away, allowing Chase’s bulging big balls to drop back between his legs, and for added dominance Logan kicks Chase’s legs slightly apart. Chase is breathing hard, and he struggles as Logan’s other hand grabs his wrist leaving his knees ready to do the dirty work. Chase seems to sense it too, his legs quiver as Logan slides one knee up and along his thigh, and his knee presses against his bulge. Further insulting him Logan tap, taps the bottom of Chase’s big balls, making Chase suck in his breath each time fearing what is about to befall him.

 

“You… know knees are the worst for me…”

 

“They also make you hard, right?” Logan asks. “And you guys agreed to play until you spunk, so this is the perfect way to get you to do so.”

 

Chase gulps, and he looks forward at Rex, his pleading blue eyes stare into his friends as Logan pulls back his leg. Closing his eyes, Chase waits for the worst, but it does not come…

 

Peeking out, Chase looks over his shoulder. Max has Logan’s ankle, and a wicked grin spreads over his face.

 

“He really did choose the wrong partner, right Logan?” Max asks. As quick as lightening he kicks his foot up and into Logan’s bulge, which protrudes downward from the awkward position of having his caught leg in both of Max’s greedy hands.

 

Logan grits his teeth as Max nails his unprotected bulge, slamming his low-hanging nuts against his muscular thigh.

 

Before Logan can react, Max yanks on his leg and he goes tumbling down to the ground, cupping his balls.

 

Chase rolls away and reaches out a pleading arm, and slaps Rex’s awaiting hand. Rex rushes in and the twins both face each other, standing over Logan as he slowly climbs onto all fours, one hand lovingly rubbing his singlet pouch.

 

Max rises one eyebrow up, smirking.  “Told yah so.”

 

Rex nods. “You seem to have the Johnsons handled?”

 

“Them?” Max jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and smiles. “Oh, yeah. You could say I handled all four of those dino eggs…” He closes both hands in a tight grip, alluding to the double-grip he just applied to the cousins’ ball bags.

 

Rex smiles proudly at his brother, and he giggles as he eyes both cousins squirming on the ground with their hands buried between their legs.

 

“Anyways… He’s the biggest threat... Want help?” Max points towards Logan, who’s still on all fours, groaning.

 

A warm smile spreads over Rex’s face. “You mean it? Even after I picked Chase over you?”

 

Max grabs, Rex and pulls him in for a hug. “Always bro, you made a mistake… We are always better. Together.”

 

Rex winks, and the two turn back to face Logan. The twins purposely did not strike at him, they waited until he got back to his feet.

 

“Max,” Logan says. “Your match… He’s over there.”

 

“He can wait. Besides… you know that I wanted to face you anyways.” Max cracks his knuckles and then rubs his hands down the sleek sides of his abs, before he grabs his own pouch.

 

“I’ll finish off Cody in a second, he won’t take me long. I’ve got him in the palm of my hand. You… Logan, you’re the real challenge.”

 

Rex smirks. “Dino eggs went extinct, and the Johnsons are about to hit the end of an age. But first, we have to bring down the biggest threat…”

 

The twins at the same time take off running at Logan, both rushing forward as if they had planned to do so.

 

Logan readies himself. This is not the first time he has faced quick opponents, or a two-on-one battle. Two auburn haired boys fly at him, both determined to bring him down. Logan sets his body preparing for impact, as they swing their fists aimed towards his middle. Logan ducks and rolls between them and Rex and Max spin back breathing quick as Logan rises again, wiping his mouth and cracking his neck.

 

“If it’s a fight you want, then you came to the right place… But you two should know, I won’t go easy on you. And Max, if I can… I’ll make you cum again. You ready for this?”

 

“Always,” Max says, charging.

 

Rex is right beside him, matching his pace and laughing. “Let’s get him, bro!”

 

This time, the twins change up their tactics. Rex runs in a circle behind Logan, while Max halts in front.

 

“Right behind you,” Rex says teasingly, making Logan look over his shoulder. Max takes the opportunity to rush in, and he sends his knee crashing into Logan’s fruit basket from the front. His bony kneecap connects perfectly, sinking into Logan’s twin oranges with a satisfying: “Squish!”

 

As Logan bends over in surprise and agony, Rex jumps onto his back, locking his hands around his brawny neck.

 

“You little… runts,” Logan curses under his breath, and he tries to shake Rex of his back. One hand is covering his freshly pressed oranges, while his other hand reaches for his neck. “You will pay for that…”

 

Rex is lithe and flexible though, and the experienced wrestler struggles to shake him off. Max can see Logan’s heavy nut sack shifting between his muscular thighs as he skips on his feet, and he launches a quick snap kick into the 18-year-old’s goody bag.

 

Logan lets out a deep grunt, and he doubles over again. “You nailed both… you little fucker…”

 

Max smiles proudly. “I know… It’s hard to miss such big targets!”

 

Rex tightens his hold on Logan’s neck, and the muscular wrestler starts struggling to draw in air. His eyes bulge out, and he uses both arms to try and pry Rex’s arms away from his windpipe. This leaves his big bulges open again, and Max licks his lips as he rears his foot back another time.

 

Max’s smirk falters, as a sharp pain suddenly explodes from his own groin. He looks down in dismay, and sees Logan’s foot planted between the fork of his legs. The wrestling captain managed to catch both of his still growing, sensitive jewels, and Max’s eyes cross in a funny-looking grimace.

 

“How’s the taste of your own medicine…?” Logan chuckles, followed by a fit of coughs. His own big jewels are still stinging, and the kick made them jostle painfully against his hard thighs.

 

Logan rearranges himself carefully with one hand, before he turns his attention to the young brat on his back.

 

“One down… one more to go…”

 

Logan leans backwards, and to Rex’s big surprise he drops himself on his back. Rex manages to think ‘Oh fuck’ as they’re falling through the air, before Logan lands on top of him, emptying his lungs.

 

Rex wheezes weakly, as he struggles to get out from below the big wrestling jock. “Can’t… breathe… get… off!”

 

Logan only chuckles, and he nurses his finally freed neck. “I thought you liked strangling…? I, for one… am quite comfortable.”

 

“You’ll… regret… this,” Rex manages to squeak out, as he desperately tries to move his trapped limbs. His hands are the only part of his body that’s not stuck, but he’s not strong enough to move the muscular wrestler on top of him.

 

“Am I now?” Logan asks unconvinced, in a mocking tone.

 

This really gets under Rex’s skin, and he’s determined to prove the big wrestler wrong. The young swimmer manages to slide his hand between his own body and Logan’s, and he traces his hand towards Logan’s muscular bubble butt.

 

“You like my big ass?” Logan chuckles cockily, as Rex feels up his butt.

 

“Yes… but I think… I like these better,” Rex fires back, as his fingers reach the heavy goody bag just below Logan’s butt cheeks.

 

Logan yelps surprised, as his big assets gets seized by the small swimmer underneath him. “Fuck…”

 

“Yes!” Rex shouts, unable to hide his excitement as he captures Logan’s right nut, fitting the nut snuggly in his tight grip. Rex surrenders that Logan is smaller than Zach, but the sturdy testicle is heavy and still very enjoyable to clutch in the palm of his hand.

 

Before Rex can get too carried away Logan swings back an elbow and slams it perfectly into Rex’s stomach, caving in his whole abdomen around the evasive muscular elbow. Rex’s eyes bulge, and his nutclaw slackens. Logan frees his ball with a small pop, as he pushes Rex into the mat.

 

“Nah kid, it ain’t going down that way.”

 

“Come on, Rex!” Chase chants at the edge of the mat. “Go get ‘em!”

 

Logan gets up onto all fours and climbs to his feet, spreading Rex’s legs wide open. The vulnerable lad is still holding his stomach, and he tries to remember how to breathe as he grunts: “No…Logan…don’t!”

 

“Sorry kiddo, but I’ve got to finish you off.”

 

Lifting his foot high in the air, Logan moves to bring it down on top of Rex.

 

But Max leaps up, not able to fully stop the blow, he moves in between Rex and Logan’s foot catching it right in the sweet spot. Max’s amber eyes glow and shine as he whimpers, so soon after taking another kick from Logan, and he falls against the wrestling captain.

 

Logan wraps his arms around the moaning teen, as he buries his face in Logan’s pecs.

 

“You… oh god, my nuuuts!”

 

Meanwhile Rex squirms backwards and crawls over towards Chase, who is enthusiastically waving at him and trying to get him to tag him in.

 

“Hurry!”

 

Logan looks up hearing Chase, and looks in on the crawling twin. Logan carefully places Max on the mat, and heads over to Rex. He has not made it to Chase, and the fearful look in Chase’s worried eyes tells a story. Rex peers over his shoulder and gulps, as Logan reaches down and grabs his ankles.

 

“Where are you going?” Logan asks, pulling Rex backwards towards his brother’s prone form.

 

Max is moaning beside him, and Rex casts one last look back at Chase who is so disappointed to not get back in.

 

“Zach!” Logan calls. “Get…up!”

 

Zach is still down holding himself and mumbling into the mat, and he groans: “So sore, man...”

 

“You’ll be a lot worse off if you don’t get back into the match…now!”

 

Zach curses, but he slowly starts to rise and hobbles towards the others.

Logan picks up Max’s ankles, and twists the set of twins’ legs so that they intersect. The beginning of a plan is forming in his mind, as Zach slowly makes his way over.

 

His gate is wide, and he winces on every step, and it’s easy to see why. Zach’s big, bloated ball bag is almost comical in size inside his tight singlet, as he stumbles along cussing under his breath with each step.

 

“I can’t…wait to get Rex back!”

 

“Take your time, Grandpa…I guess we have all day!”

 

Zach narrows his eyes, but says nothing as he finally get to Logan.

 

“Well?”

 

Logan smiles. “We are about to make a wish…” He hands Zach Rex’s ankles, and the two twins stare up at the conspiring older boys.

 

“You just have to pull” Logan explains, as he slowly backs up. Rex and Max’s ankles are looped together, and as Logan moves away, he slides Max’s legs along Rex’s, the inevitable ending is clear. Logan wants to smash the twins’ packages together, and have them bust each other.

 

Zach’s eyes light up, and an evil grin crosses his face.

 

“This is gonna be fun!” Zach says, as he looks down at Rex. “But not for you, or your brother...”

 

Rex tries to shift away or get to Zach, but he’s out of reach.

As Max gets closer, and the space between their legs shrinks, he starts to become really concerned about how bad this is about to suck.

 

Max moans as his plump singlet pouch touches his brothers little lump, and he looks up at Logan in dismay. “You’re not gonna…ohh oh!”

 

“1, 2…3!” Logan and Zach lead the countdown. On three Logan and Zach yank with ferocity, slamming the twin’s scrotums together between their pelvis, forcing their crotches to connect with a horrid squelch!

 

Max sucks in air, as his balls crunch. Over the sound of his own testicles squishing, he can hear his brother Rex groan and curse at Zach. “You… fuck…er!”

 

 

Laughter rings through the air, and this catches Cody’s attention. He’s finally able to stand up, and he shuffles over towards the disastrous move that annihilates the twins’ boyhood.

 

Hanging in mid-air, the twins start to shake and squirm as Zach and Logan pull them back and forth like a Chinese finger trap, squishing the contents of their singlets against each other before moving them apart to only crash their pelvises together again, and again.

 

“Let me take over,” Cody says to Logan. “That’s my wrestling partner, after all.”

 

Logan’s eyes seem far away, as his blue eyes sizzle. The desire to finish Max off, to be the one to bring his ending, is clearly tugging at him. But he relents, when Jayden steps in: “Now that Cody’s here, it’s only fair Logan…”

 

Sighing, Logan reluctantly hands over Max’s ankles, bending down so that only Max can hear. “If you hang on and beat him… it can end with just you and me. You know that I will beat Rex and Chase. Just hang on, little buddy…”

 

Max can only moan, his arms feel like heavy weights as they hang uselessly, his fingers gently caressing the mats while Cody takes over. The confidence is back in his swagger as he grips Max’s ankles, holding on tight as he grins down at the hanging immobile boy.

 

Cody brings up his foot, and winks at Zach. “Give this a try!”

 

Cody pulls Max’s ankles so that he hears the thump of the twins smashing their nuts together, and brings his bare toes up to rub the two snaking, limp cocks against his toes.

 

“We can give them a foot job!” Cody laughs as his toes slip and slide along Max’s plumped up, half-cocked cock.

 

Max moans, but Cody shifts his foot searching for Rex’s pouch.

 

“Where is your brother’s dick? I can’t find it!”

 

Zach laughs, as Rex’s face turns tomato red. “That’s because… it’s really, really small…”

 

“But they are twins!” exclaims Cody, the laughter reaching his eyes as he searches in vain for the hidden little worm.

 

“The two are not identical… everywhere.”

 

“Huh?” Cody ponders. “That’s kinda sad…”

 

 

Chase is pacing along the outside of the mat, while he absentmindedly digs his fingernails into his palms, not even registering the pain along his palms as he creates half-moon shaped indentions in his skin. His friends need his help, and he worriedly flicks his sparkling blue eyes at Jayden, and the two share a worried expression.

 

Max and Rex have become not just Chase’s friends, but that of his boyfriend as well. Neither of them wants to see them owned so thoroughly, unless it was them doing it… Besides, they don’t make fun of Rex’s immature equipment… most of the time.

 

Clearing his throat, Chase tries to distract the Johnson cousins.

 

“I guess you two needed Logan to win… couldn’t do so on your own. So… Zach, after you make Rex cum… you are going to tag in Logan, right? Too scared to face someone your own size… Pffft!”

 

Chase purposely turns his back and looks over at Jayden.  “Can you believe this? How pathetic can you be?!”

 

Zach stops tugging Rex’s ankles, and the boy breathes out a small sigh of relief from the small reprieve. He glances across the mat towards Chase, who is not even looking at him.

 

“Next time I agree to a tag-team match Jayden, I am going to make sure that I don’t wrestle against any yellow-bellied, scaredy-cat cowards like Zach,” Chase loudly boasts, slapping his thigh for added emphasis.

 

Jayden suppresses a giggle, and tries to hide it with a cough. But he plays along with Chase, and laughs openly after faking another cough. Jayden may be wearing the referee shirt, but he already has the teams that he wants to win.

 

Zach is fuming, and he drops Rex to the ground. The young swimmer quickly curls into the fetal position, finding his nuggets and giving the pair a gentle caress.

 

Zach pays him no attention, but Cody, who’s still toying with his opponent, groans openly. “Zach, we were getting so close to finishing them! You can face Chase after!” Cody explains, reasonably.

 

Zach ignores him and drags Rex by the back of his singlet across the mat, bringing him close enough for Chase to tag in his partner. He’s angrier than he’s been in a long time, as Chase cackles with a “Buck, buck, bucket!”, imitating a chicken rather obscenely.

 

“Tag in, Chase!” Zach growls, his eyes are cold and narrowed in. Only a sliver of blue is visible as he glares at Chase.

 

Chase taps Rex with one toe and steps onto the mat as Zach shove Rex off the mat and onto the grass, just where Chase was standing.

 

“You seem mad… I figured you would have been scared. Ready to prove that you are a big boy?” Chase asks in a mocking tone. He snaps his singlet straps at his pecs, looking positively delighted at how mad he’s made Zach.

 

Cody overhears the taunt from across the mat, after dragging Max back to his own side on his chest, tapping his nuts with a little kick every few feet. The blonde jock calls out to Zach: “Show him how a Johnson does it!”

 

“Yeah, Zach… show me what you’ve got!” Chase says, groping himself in front of the frat boy. Chase finishes by clucking his tongue, and waving his arms as if he were a bird.

 

“The quickest exit to run away is through the gate on your left. Just tuck your tail between your legs, as you run… wouldn’t want you tripping over that thing of yours…” Chase jokes, pointing down at Zach’s rather obvious appendage.

 

Zach shifts uncomfortably, and readjusts the ample bulge inside his tight singlet. “You’re just jealous…” he says, as he tugs at the tip of his big, sleeping anaconda.

 

Chase blushes slightly, and he frowns. “You think I’m jealous… of you?”

 

Zach chuckles, as he gets some of his swagger back, noticing Chase’s insecurities. He flexes his muscles, showing off his massive biceps, and gives his younger opponent a wink.

 

“I’m stronger than you…” Zach reaches down towards his pouch again, and cups his fleshy melons with both hands, highlighting their immense size. “… and much bigger than you.”

 

Chase cups his own considerable bulge defensively, and shakes his head dismissively. “I’m… big!” Chase snarls, with an unflinching gaze.

 

“Okay then… let’s compare!” Zach grins. “Your boyfriend can be the judge.”

 

Jayden lights up, a sly smile spreading across his face. He turns towards Chase, and gives him a cunning wink. “Well, I guess I’m the ref… That sounds reasonable”.

 

Chase is unsure what to make of his boyfriend’s expression, but he decides to play along: “Alright… let’s do this, then.”

 

Jayden motions for the two combatants to stand in front of him. “Get those fat suckers out…” The young referee smiles, looking like Christmas has arrived early this year.

 

Zach is quick to oblige, and he reaches inside his singlet and pulls out his heavy pair through the leg opening.

 

“Is this really necessary? I think it’s quite obvious… we can spare your boyfriend the embarrassment.”

 

Chase shoots daggers at him, before he follows hesitantly. His young pair is nothing to be ashamed of though, and his still growing testicles are weighing down his pouch impressively.

 

Jayden smiles at the two pairs of bulging ballsacks dangling in front of him, and he crouches down in front of Chase and Zach. He rubs his hands with a mischievous grin, before he wraps his hands around both scrotums, taking one big sack of nuts in each hand.

 

“You’re both big boys,” Jayden says in a serious tone, trying to appear professional. He rolls the fleshy organs between his fingers, weighing them carefully inside each hand. Especially Zach’s left nut seems bloated, and the big testicle is threatening to slip out of his hold. Jayden gives it a tentative squeeze, securing his handhold on the sensitive organ.

 

“Careful…” Zach says in a threating tone, giving the ref a serious glare.

 

Jayden’s eyes twinkles, but he tries to remain professional. “This is a close call…” he says, tightening his grip. “… I’ll need to do a more thorough investigation.”

 

Zach gasp, as his most valuable assets gets squeezed. “Stop… messing around.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry… just need to be completely certain,” Jayden smiles up at him. “You’re a big guy, I bet you can handle it…”

 

Zach frowns down at the young referee in front of him, and unsuccessfully tries to hide a grimace. “Now… just say it, we all know who’s bigger.”

 

Jayden knows that Zach’s mighty pair is considerably bigger than his boyfriends still-growing jewels, but he enjoys dragging this contest out. After a short assessment pause, he young referee reluctantly admits: “Well, I guess you’re slightly bigger…”

 

Zach only chuckles, and he smirks towards Chase. “You wanna compare other parts as well?” The muscular frat boy fondles his sleeping serpent lovingly through his singlet, and gives it another teasing tug.

 

Jayden lights up at the proposition, but Chase’s eyes only narrow in an angry snare.

 

The young referee let go of Zach’s heavy sack, and he reaches for the thick hose snaking itself down the 20-year-old’s muscular thighs. His lithe fingers caress the meaty hose tentatively, and he smiles lustfully. “I’ll be the judge… no problem…”

 

“Steady now, cowboy…” Zach chuckles down at the overzealous boy. His big member twitches slightly from the sudden attention, as it slowly starts to grow.

 

Chase watches his opponent’s massive schlong in dismay, and he shakes his head. “No way… You’re a… freak.”

 

“That’s what I thought…” Zach says, smugly. “You’ve got a big mouth… It’s just a shame that the rest of your body can’t match it…”

 

Chase’s face is beet red, and there’s no sign of his usual Cheshire cat grin. He clenches his fists tightly, as he looks murderous into his opponent’s confident smirk.

 

Zach’s heavy pair is hanging provocatively in front of him, but Chase can’t help but notice how bruised they look. He knows that Zach has taken some mean hits to his vulnerable assets, and he’s got to take advantage of that.

 

“My big balls are still tougher than your pathetic ‘glass balls’…” Chase fires back, angrily. “I bet you’re too scared to put your balls on the line… Roshambo, one vs. one, first one to go down. I’ll even give you the first hit…”

 

“I will take you up on that offer! Spread them thighs, Chase!”

 

Chase shrugs, moving his legs slightly apart and crosses his arms over his chest.

 

WHAM!

 

Zach’s foot swings up, as he buries it deep into the fork between Chase’s legs ending the conversation.

 

The crunch of his own balls makes Chase gag as the pair hits his pelvis, and he drops to his knees gasping.

 

“You already lost?” Zach laughs, grabbing him by the hairs and lifting him up to standing once again. Chase winces as Zach yanks his head back and he reaches up to free himself as Zach swings his thigh in-between Chase’s legs telling him: “Make a wish! I’m about to crack some eggs!”

 

“Ugggggggggggghhhhhhhh!”

 

Chase groans and falls back on the mat grabbing his nuts, looking green in the face.

 

Jayden covers his own nuts and wince.

 

“Chase?” Jayden asks, worriedly. “Knees are Chase’s worst hits to take”.

 

Zach brushes this fact aside and lowers himself so that he can look more easily into Chase’s wincing eyes.

 

“Maybe you should have paid more attention to the rules. To win at Roshambo you have to remain standing,” Zach informs him chuckling. “You really aren’t much of a fighter, are you?”

 

Chase tries to say something smart, but his big balls... they ache.

 

“You…my big balls…my….oh goddamn it….”

 

Zach gives a great big belly laugh. “And here I thought that you were here to save the day… or something.”

 

“I’m sure that he regrets that ‘free shot,’” Logan says, shaking his head.

 

“I bet!” Zach walks over to Logan, proudly still standing and not needing the tag, but feeling like giving Logan a shot at Chase.

 

“Your turn.”

 

Logan slaps his hand, stepping in but telling Zach: “Hold him up for me, will you?”

 

“Sure thing!”

 

Jayden covers his eyes as Zach grabs Chase’s wrists and hauls him up to his feet.

 

 “This is going to be bad…” Jayden mumbles into his palm.

 

Logan gets right up to Chase and cocks a grin, shaking his head. “Good, you’re half-way to an erection… that will help quicken the end.”

 

Chase moans, and shakes his head. “You… wouldn’t.”

 

“Not my choice,” Logan chuckles as he taps Chase’s nutbag, each small thump making him grimace as his thighs recoil to try to protect his balls.

 

Logan only shakes his head as he rears back his thigh looking Chase dead in the eye, and swings his foot forward. Chase’s eyes widen, and at the last moment he twists his body as Logan’s foot sails up and into Zach’s crotch instead. The muscular frat boy freezes, as Logan’s foot slams home nailing him dead to the rights. Zach moans once and crumples to the mat, rolling off into the grass on his respective side as Logan looks after him saying; “Oh shit man, I didn’t mean to!”

 

As Logan is checking in on Zach, Chase comes around from behind, eyes locked in on the big bulge between the wrestling captain’s thighs. The bulge shifts slightly as Chase swings his foot up from behind, smashing his toes first into Logan’s nutbag.

 

“OOOOooooo low….blow…”

 

Logan grabs himself, as Chase pushes him over before grabbing his still aching manhood and turns to look over at Max.

 

What he sees immediately has him concerned.

 

Max is on his belly, face buried into the mat as Cody gently kicks his balls as he holds up his legs, alternating between hitting his ballsack or rubbing his knob before going in for another kick. Max is pounding at the mat with his fist, and he looks ready to give up the fight at any moment from spewing the load that must be sizzling in his swelling growing testicles.

 

Max shudders and moans a constant stream of “My nuts, my nuts…oh shit…ughhh….ugh…ughhhh…oh no….fu….fuck…mu nuuuuts!” coming from him.

 

Thinking quickly, Chase grabs Logan by the back of his singlet. With all the strength he has, Chase hauls Logan to his feet and shoves him as hard as he can towards Cody.

 

Cody is grinning, saying: “Got your nuts! Got em again! Still hard? Ready to…!” as Logan slams into his side, and he yelps falling over with Logan landing on top of him.

 

“My bad!” Chase says thumping his forehead as Max curls into the fetal position grabbing his throbbing nuts.

 

Chase looks down at the miserable boy, and sees how much Cody has been working him over. Max’s cock strains the singlet pouch, poking out the head pressed against the material that Chase can see the quivering erection straining against the thin material. Max’s couch is wet around the tip from pre-cum, and Max’s amber eyes are flooded with pain but also a deep desire to cum.

 

“Hang in there buddy,” Chase tells him as he marches over to Logan, scooping him up once again and shoving him away and back to their side. Keeping his eyes on Logan, he manages to sneak his foot in between Cody’s legs and stomp down on the bulging ballsack, feeling both wily fat nuggets squish under his foot.

 

Chase tries not to smile at his ‘mistake’ as he says: “Ooops! My bad. You should really be more careful with those suckers…now you have my foot print on them! Ha!”

 

Cody howls, and it’s music to Chase’s ears. This earns Max up to a minute to try and muster himself for one last attempt. It’s all he can do, and Chase hopes that the stomp was enough.

 

“You dirty…cheater, Chase!” Cody yells as Chase stomps away toward Logan. He grabs his sore balls, and glares at Chase’s retreating back before falling back to gently cradle his pride and joy. Today is not turning out the way he thought it would. He imagined a fun time with Zach…not this.

 

Cody still has some time to nurse his balls. Max is pretty done, he just has to give up his load…the stubborn brat!

 

He looks out towards Max, his eyes are closed and he is holding his privates just like Cody is, this whole thing seems ridiculous now. How dumb were they?

 

Whatever, Cody gets on his hands and knees. He is not backing out now, he has a job to finish.

 

Max hears him coming, and turns his head blinking back, a piece of hair has fallen into his amber eyes, as he casts his gaze all the way up Cody’s tall muscular flank.

 

He gulps and tries to get up, but Cody beats him to it grabbing him and forcibly carrying Max up into the air, spotting a nearby tree near the pool with a hook hanging off of it. Cody gets a wicked idea, and puts Max over one shoulder. The kid beats at his backside, but Cody ignores him until he gets to the spot and lifts Max one more time before positioning him over the hook and letting go.

 

Max looks down ready for the fall but he stops moving halfway down, the back of his underwear catching and he hangs stupidly in a wedgie, his singlet pulled tight between his asscheeks looking dumbfounded. He gulps, as he sags into the wedgie and it slices up between his cheeks. He grabs the hook trying to pull himself off, but Cody punches him right in the belly and Max’s air whooshes out of him as he grabs his middle, eyes poking out. Max groans and Cody knows that he finally has him.

 

“Now…don’t go anywhere!” Cody says as he grabs some nearby rope and binds his ankles, and then his wrists behind his back. This takes less time than he thinks, and Max stares at him angrily. He fights him the whole time but once the knots are in place, Max knows that he’s done for.

 

A hand gently prods his member that sticks straight out, rather than up, and Max grits his teeth. He refuses to cum for Cody.

 

Cody knows that it’s only a matter of time now. He pokes the bulge and Max looks murderous: “When I get down I will—aaack!”

 

SLAP!

 

Cody’s backhand stings as he hits Max’s bulge. The boy’s testicles rest below at the base of his pouch, and if his fingers prickle, Cody can only imagine how Max’s balls must feel.

 

Max winces but shakes his head. “You…have to do better than…that!”

 

Cody’s eyebrows go up and he shrugs his shoulders and grabs Max’s nuts giving the nutbag a warning squeeze.

 

“You should really think hard before you speak…I have your balls. In my hand. See?” Cody says squeezing Max’s nuts together for added emphasis until Max’s nuts bulge between his fingers.

 

“My brother…does it better than you!” Max says and coughs, fiddling with the ropes behind his back. He won’t give up.

 

Cody is still squeezing Max, when he takes his free hand and starts plunging in his index finger at each spot where Max’s testicle meat bulges out between his fingers. Cody is trying to keep both of Max’s nuts fully within his nutclaw and this poking Max’s nuts in place only seems to make the other parts of his nuts squish out between another finger. Each poke earns Cody a yip or a yelp from the boy, as Max starts to sweat. He is breathing faster as Cody torments his captured balls.

 

Max moans at every poke or squeeze, as he hangs immobile and vulnerable bound above the ground. It does not take long before Max is leaking again and this does not go unnoticed as Cody grabs Max’s erection in his hand. It feels weird to grab another guy’s cock, especially when it’s hard as a rock. But Max sighs as he squeezes the head and Cody realizes that this is all he needed to do all along.

 

“I’m going to milk you now buddy,” Cody tells him rubbing along the swimmer’s shaft. Memories of how he pleases himself guide him, and Max moans just like he does when he runs his fingers up and down the quivering shaft. He can surprisingly feel Max’s pronounced veins, and feel the member throb as he pumps him up and down. It’s amazing that Max is so into this…then again it’s not like Cody is giving him a choice. He has his balls. Cody gives the trapped testicles a squeeze.

 

Max moans again, but his voice is different this time. Cody recognizes the deep yearning in him. He picks up the pace, his hand starting to get into a good rhythm as he pumps Max’s cock. Cody tightens his grip. When he does this, he runs his thumb over Max’s cock entrance, and Max’s amber eyes find his. They were closed before but Max is shuddering now, groaning into the rhythmic movements of his fist.

 

“You…have to stop…” Max pleads, he licks his lips. They feel dry, so does his throat and he can’t stop breathing so quick as his heart hammers in his chest. He’s so hard that it hurts. Another spasm racks him, and Max barely prevents himself from cumming. He searches the combatants and spots Rex. Rex is focused on his twin and Max says Rex’s name.

 

“Rex…”

 

“Can’t help you buddy. It’s only me here. You are getting closer. I can feel it. Just let it go, little guy…”

 

“No!” Max interrupts closing his eyes as his cock throbs. “I…won’t…you can’t…I…”

 

Max’s amber eyes flitter open, his dark lashes blinking as he moans, lost in the feelings coursing through him. Max grits his teeth, his fingers desperately digging at the same knot that he has been trying to undue for the past few minutes. The ropes gathered around his wrists are just starting to slacken as his cock grows unbelievably harder in his singlet, straining the material even more as Cody stops squishing his balls but instead brushes the tips along the bottom. The quick tickling of his balls, along his wrinkled tight ballsack pushes him over the edge and Max feels it coming as his toes curl in his shoes.

 

He is going to cum.

 

Max shakes his head, and tries to plead once more but only a grunt comes from between his parted lips.

 

Max shudders, his body wracked with trembling energy as his rigid stiffy twists in Cody’s grip and he spews the first shot firing it inside his singlet.

 

“Noooo!”

 

Max yells, the ropes dig into him as he struggles, as seven more pulsing blasts shoot from his erection each one drenching his singlet a bit more as white semen slips from the material and drips into the grass below him. Max is still coming, as his head falls in shame hanging down as he watches his hardened knob being polished by Cody as three more quick quirts come out.

 

“There you go! You squirted it all out…good boy!” chuckles Cody as he meanly grabs Max’s churning balls and gives him a long mean squeeze. A few drops more fall out, but some still stick to the material of the singlet.

 

“Now… just to show that you should stay in your own lane…” Cody rears back and uppercuts Max right in his drained testicles, hitting him so hard that they make wet splattering sounds in his singlet.

 

Max gasps, his amber eyes staring forward in utter horror as Cody laughs and slaps his face, turning away from him and leaving him to hang from the tree in his soaked singlet in a hanging wedgie.

 

Cody whistles as he walks, his swagger is back as he comes towards the mat hoping to see Zach too finishing the other twin. It’s only right for both twins to lose, thinks Cody.

 

When Cody gets there he realizes that he has missed a lot and he struggles to put together what he has missed since finishing Max. He smiles over his shoulder, seeing Max still hanging from that tree where he left him.

 

Turning his full attention back to his cousin’s match, Cody squints as he takes in the calamity that is occurring, and he is dismayed to see that Chase is still ruling the ring. Zach and Logan are on their stomachs, as Chase punts Logan between the legs while he holds up one of Logan’s ankles, and the same for Zach. Chase punts another foot into Zach’s bulge earning him a howl of pain from Cody’s older cousin.

 

Cody winces and grabs his own bulge in sympathy.

 

Chase looks over his shoulder at Cody, and his smile falters as he looks back at Max hanging in the tree, evidently clear on who has won.

 

“Asshole, get him down!” Chase demands and kicks Zach again in emphasis, causing him to scream.

 

Shaking his head, Cody says: “I don’t think so. He can hang there for another while...”

 

Sighing Chase turns to him and drops the ankles of Logan and Zach as he takes a purposeful step toward him and gets right up into Cody’s face. Cody stares down at Chase, and looks unimpressed until Chase powers his thigh between his muscular legs.

 

Cody coughs hoarsely and goes to drop down to the ground, but Chase keeps his thigh firmly in place. “Get.” Chase bounces his knee. “My.” Chase bounces his knee again. “Friend.” Bounce, this time it’s higher, and Cody lands splattering his nuggets on Chase’s firm swimmers thigh. “Friend.” Chase rears back his legs and hits Cody once more as he screams “Down!” into his face.

 

Cody staggers back and falls to his knees, prone in front of Chase.

 

“Okay…”

 

Cody croaks out the word, and Chase looks satisfied as he turns back to his own match seeing that the one that was tagged out has crawled over to his own side and is on his side holding his privates in agony.

 

Logan is breathing hard but on his feet. He looks worse for wear, but determined.

 

Chase’s eyebrows go up a notch and he say: “I am surprised to find you upright.”

 

“Never turn your back on me, we are not done yet” Logan says grimly.

 

“No…we are not.”

 

Rushing forward, Chase is not a wrestler but he’s learned some more along the way from his boyfriend Jayden, and most importantly Logan is holding his crotch with one hand gently rolling and tugging on his nutsack. Chase plans on using that to his advantage as he rolls his shoulders and shoots forward coming in and rushing in with a schoolboy grab around Logan’s middle pulling him up off of his feet to slam him on the mat below. At least, that’s what Chase tried to do. Chase yanks and pulls, but Logan has his feet firmly planted on the mat and his extra size and bulk keep his feet firmly and stubbornly on the mat.

 

“Huh?”

 

Chase steps back to reassess his options as he scratches his head, but the moment that he does Logan takes his arm, spinning Chase around so that he faces his boyfriend Jayden and Rex, who has mostly recovered by now. Logan works both of Chase’s arms up, one over the shoulder, the other from below, and he forces Chase in a backwards bow as he pulls and teases Chase’s arms stretching his muscles.

 

“Ahhh….ah!” Chase grimaces as he is forced to look up into the sky as Logan works him over until he pressure him firmly into the mat.

 

“He’s in trouble,” Jayden whispers.

 

Rex agrees and he looks for anything to distract Logan, and spots Cody trying to get his twin brother down, meanly pinching his nuts causing Max to howl.

 

“Logan look!” Rex says indignantly, “Cody already won and he is manhandling my brother, come on!”

 

Rex crosses his arms and turns away, but Jayden catches on and clears his throat catching Logan’s attention.

 

“He already came…he was supposed to be getting Max down from the tree…” Jayden sighs.

 

Logan turns to look at his partner, to urge Zach to do something about it, but sees that Zach is not going anywhere.

 

Tutting to himself Logan releases Chase, patting him on the chest. “Be right back.”

 

Logan strolls over to Max who is moaning as Cody pulls on his sorry ballbag. Logan’s anger flares, bright red and hot as he swings an uppercut between Cody’s legs so hard that he knocks Cody flat on his face.

 

“You okay?” Logan asks.

 

Cody groans: “No…!”

 

“Wasn’t asking you, doofus…”

Logan lifts Max easily off of his perch and cradles him in his arms, holding him close to his chest. Max’s heartbeat goes wild and he fights a groan as Logan gently prods his ultrasensitive organs with his fingers.

 

“Oooooo,” Max moans.

 

“You put up a fight that he will remember,” Logan says to Max.

 

“I…tried….” Max’s shoulders slump but Logan cups his face looking deep into his hazel eyes.

 

“That you did, little buddy. You did…aaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCK!”

 

From behind Logan Chase hammers an uppercut up, just like Logan did to Cody moments ago. He falls to his knees blinking, and lowers Max to the grass as the teen still holds Logan’s gaze, wincing from the recent blow to his manhood.

 

“Oh…fuck!” Logan blinks and sneers, the pain just starting to catch-up to him. His brow is creased, and a trickle of sweat falls onto Max’s chest. Max touches it, rubbing it against his smooth skin.

 

“Did you have to do that?” Max asks, rather angrily.

 

“Yes, I have a match to win.”

 

Chase drags Logan back to the mat, yanking on his singlet and forcing him to roll and thump along the grass until Chase gets him to the dead center. Zach is sitting up now, bleary eyed and watching as Chase rolls Logan onto his back and sits on his thighs feasting his eyes on the bulge in Logan’s singlet. Chase reaches out and tags Rex.

 

“C’mon…we got this.”

 

Rex does not need to be told twice but comes in quick and grabs Logan’s arms pulling them, and preventing him from getting in the way of Chase finishing him.

 

Chase grins, his dazzling blue eyes lighting up as he grabs Logan’s singlet and start to tear it open down the middle, watching as Logan’s underwear springs into full view, Rex practically in gushes at the very sight.

 

“Oh man, Chase…how are you going to do this?” Rex asks, sitting down and scooching over until he lays Logan’s head in his lap. He drapes his legs over Logan’s chest holding him firmly in place, as his big toes traces small semi-circles around Logan’s navel scraping the skin with his toenails.

 

“No Rex, it’s its ‘How are we going to do this?’ First, we are going to win, and I think I would like to do so by getting Logan warmed up,” Chase lowers himself down between Logan’s legs.

 

Logan’s blue eyes widen as Chase sticks out his tongue and licks the bulge right where Logan’s dickhead is hidden in his underwear.

 

“Chase!” Logan threatens but Chase does not bother to look up, as he takes another lick but seems unsatisfied.

 

Slowly Chase rolls down Logan’s underwear until his genitals are on full display, and he meets Logan’s gaze defiantly as he lowers his head, taking a big sniff with his nose and takes Logan’s cockhead between his lips, running his tongue along the underside.

 

Logan grunts at the wetness and warmth of Chase’s mouth as he sucks the head, his tongue testing and tasting the full crown as he moans with Logan starting to plump up and his sprout lengthens, and Chase has to pull back a bit as Logan’s erection grows steadily from his mouth.

 

“Spit…me out” Logan demands, his breath coming faster now as he struggles against Rex’s hold, but stops as Chase sucks him down, this time all the way down. Inch-by-inch Chase lowers his head until his nose is pressed into Logan’s pubes, and he pauses letting his mouth adjust to Logan’s fullness filling his throat.