Unplanned Guests written by Jimmy

 

Unplanned Guests

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Hi,

 

You wanted Zach back…and to fight against Junior? Well…this 31 page story is for you! Hope that you enjoy.

 

~J

 

“Bye Chase!”

Logan waves at the passing car, Chase along with his friends Rex, Max and Adam heading out to camp in their annual summer camp. Logan was invited, but he declined. He was almost giddy to have the house to himself.

Chase pops up from the driver’s side window yelling “Don’t mess up my house, Kruger!”

“Hah!” Logan laughs as he heads back inside, closing the door satisfyingly behind him.

That’s when Logan’s phone pings.

Sighing looking at his phone screen.

Zach: “I need to get off campus. Bringing beer, want to chill?”

Logan “He’ll yeah, bro. Bring them over. I got the house to myself.”

Leaning against the door, Logan runs his hands through his blonde hair and sighs. “So much for my alone weekend.”

The doorbell rings and Logan turns back, halfway to the staircase “Who could that be?”

Walking back to the door Logan opens it. It’s Junior Kruger his cousin, and he looks really mad.

“I’m crashing here.”

“Huh?”

Junior shoves his duffle into Logan’s arms and marches inside, slamming the door behind him.

“I can’t live with my idiot brother anymore…and you have extra bedrooms. I can live here,” Junior pulls in another well stuffed bag.

“Ummmm…Junior. You can’t live here.”

Junior shrugs. “I like the bedroom next to Chase’s. It’s got a really comfy bed.” Ignoring him Junior starts to head up the stairs, Logan sighs again. This is not his day.

“Junior, bro…you can stay for one night only. But first tell me what he did this time. I assume it has to do with your nads…”

Junior pauses on the stairwell and lowers his underwear and shorts. They are that kind of close knit family. “My balls are fucking blue!”

“Blue? Why? Aren’t you yeah know…?” Logan makes the universal jerking off motion with his hand.

“Every time I try, Caleb comes into my bedroom and punches me in the nuts. It’s the worst! Been like this for four days now…I need to cum. I’m backed up and my balls are so sore…fucking Caleb.” Junior pivots and dumps his back pack on the bed and takes the suitcase from Logan and deposits that next to the bed.

“I’m going to take a shower…I’m looking forward to tonight.” Junior wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and grabs his growing erection, but moans shortly after. “Damn…so sore…” and loosens his fingers.

Chuckling Logan promises. “I’ll give you lots of alone time, but you should know that—“

“Thanks! Knew that I could count on you!” Junior drops his clothes and heads past Logan with a wink to the bathroom across the hall giving Logan an eyeful. The youngest of the Kruger clan, but still impressive where it counts most. Junior walks past Logan his cock pointing straight ahead to the bathroom door.

“Jeez put…some clothes on” Logan laughs slapping Junior’s white ass as he passes him.

“Ah…jerk!” Junior yells through the door.

Logan laughs and shakes his head.

His phone buzzes again.

Zach “Here.”

“Shit.” Logan heads down the stairs just as the shower turns on.

Opening the door for his best friend, the blonde Adonis grins down at Logan. The two could be brothers, but they aren’t. Their friendship has continued to blossom over the years, and Logan looks up at Zach and hurries him in.

“Beer!” Zach says shoving the box into Logan’s arms and nut taps him friendly as he passes by, Logan winces.

“Jerk.” Logan cringes as a dull pain spreads in his groin and he walks over the box to the kitchen, trying to shrug off the low blow.

“I mean…you were wide open bro, especially cause your hands were full!” Zach laughs.

Zach and Logan are about the same in hair color, eyes, and close in age. Zach is just a few years older, than the assistant wrestling coach. Zach is much taller than Logan and beefier. Logan’s just as athletic as the junior in college but Zach loves to party and the jock rules in his frat house. Logan might join someday, but for now he plans on staying with Chase and taking care of the sixteen year old until he graduates High School.

Opening the fridge, the blonde haired boys grab a couple of bottles already cold. Zach tosses one to his buddy, Logan who catches it and cracks it open. The twist off top comes off easily, and he smiles at Zach, his balls only tingling slightly from the nut taps a few moments prior.

The two clink and take a sip, Zach takes a longer pull his Adam’s apple moving up and down as sucks down the liquid, draining his bottle far past the half-way point. Zach burps, and the guys laugh.

“So…this is a nice place. I can see why you want to stay. Rex and Max are not here…right?”

“Nope! Your big balls are safe!”

Zach laughs “Thank god, Rex loves to bust ‘em.”

Logan grins. “I remember.”

They both shudder, Rex is tiny compared Zach but Rex is ruthless when he fights Zach which has been on more than one occasion.

”Where are all the towels?” yells Junior from the top of the stairs.

“Who is that?” Zach asks, walking with Logan to the living room.

Standing naked as the day he is born is Junior. He is dripping on the carpet upstairs on the landing but pauses to cover his groin and his very visible genitals as he spots Zach.

“What is he doing here?” Junior steps back in the bathroom as Logan heads upstairs to fetch Junior a towel from the closet.

“He’s a big boy!” Zach says laughing, “But not as big as me. He’s your cousin right?”

“Yup.” Logan heads to his cousin, ignoring Zach and passes Junior a towel. Junior steps back, and looks vividly upset.

“I thought we were hanging out tonight, Logan.”

Zach burps as he finishes his beer, and takes Logan’s where he deposited it on the table and drinks from his. “Same buddy. Looks like we get to share your older cousin.”

Junior’s blue eyes darken and he pounds down the stairs getting into Zach’s face. “This is supposed to be my time!”

“Sorry, Junior…but too bad.” Zach gives him a push, and Junior’s towel falls to the floor. Instead of picking it up, Junior smiles, but it’s vicious. Just like his kick in between Zach’s legs. Zach didn’t see it coming until Junior’s bare foot slams into his big balls. It’s then that Junior feels Zach’s ample bulge and his eyes widen.

“Holy fuck!” He turns, looks up at Logan coming down the stairs to try and intervene.

Zach is bent over, his cheeks puffed out as he cringes holding himself with both hands. Junior can’t take his eyes off of the cupped hands.

“Logan…he’s got dragon balls in there! I’ve got to see those!”

“Junior…” Logan warns putting a hand on Junior’s shoulder and pulls him back and hands him back his towel from the floor. Junior takes it still not covering up a thing. “Let’s not…remember why you came over in the first place?”

“Yeah…” Junior whispers, his erection slapping his abs. “I’m gonna have to bust the shit out of his balls, and he’s going to pump his dragon seed all over the house like a geyser that shoots up from the ground.” Junior is grinning like a wolf that finds its way into the hen house.

Logan begins to worry. He knows his cousin. His balls are so sensitive right now, and Zach is probably backing up. Maybe he should have told him the real reason Junior is here. But then again, Junior is pretty unpredictable.

Giving Junior’s shoulder a squeeze, Logan says “Go get dressed…I’ll order us a pizza okay. We can all hang out by the pool or watch a movie.”

“Fine” Junior wraps the towel around his waist and Logan breathes a sigh of relief.

Zach puts his hands down still grumbling about the hit below the best as he moves over to the couch to sit and rest his big nuts.

Junior turns the corner and Logan uses this opportunity to head upstairs and get his phone. The steps creak as he goes upstairs, but Logan turns at the last moment as something catches his eye.

Sneaking back into the room from another entrance, Junior comes at Zach without warning dropping down on top of him from behind the couch landing on his lap. Zach gasps in surprise, and goes to speak but Junior rockets his bare knee between Zach’s legs. Burying his boney kneecap dead center, mashing both of Zach’s balls against his pelvis. Zach’s eye shoot out of his skull, as he curls around Junior’s body, folding against him and shuddering against the boys chest wanting to collapse into the fetal position.

Zach’s mouth falls open into an O, and Junior flicks his nose with his finger and says “Got you, right in those meteors that fell from outer space!”

“Junior!” yells Logan from the stairs, hurrying down but not fast enough.

Junior jumps up and off Zach, who is still bent over in the couch his head and chest pressed into the cushion. Junior has his thumbs in his towel, which has miraculously stayed up on his narrow hips.

Logan is not impressed.

Zach is finally all curled up now moaning about his big large balls, “That little…shiiit…he hit my nuts so hard. Bro…ughhhhh.”

“He’s pretty easy to take out huh?” Junior teases, flashing them both a toothy grin. “Pizza on the way, Cuz?”

“No Junior. It’s not. I have to make sure that my guests are behaving, which you are not. Now go get dressed, or…I’ll have to help you.”

The threat seems to register with Junior who shrugs. “Fine…I’ll be good.” Junior says rolling his eyes dramatically, before he heads to the staircase this time not trying to sneak back.

Logan harrumphs and follows him upstairs, finally making that call for takeout.

When he is done, Junior is still getting dressed. He can hear him in the next room. He is talking to himself. Logan listens, and hears him say,

”I can't believe Zach is staying the weekend. I need my nut break from Caleb and… are you listening?”

Junior surprises Logan but he comes to the halfway open door and tells him, “It's just for tonight, Junior.”

“So Saturday and Sunday we can hang out?” Junior asks, coming up to his nineteen year old cousin and pulling his shirt over his head.

“Yeah…” Logan half smiles, messing up Junior’s wet hair.

“Hey!” Junior pushes him, and even though he is still a teenager he does move Logan back a step or two.

“Not bad” Logan says. “The pizza will be here soon. Meet us downstairs in a while?”

“You bet.” Junior grins heading back into the bedroom.

Logan goes downstairs, just as the doorbell rings.

"Pizza!"

Logan gets his wallet out and pays for the food, and carries it into the kitchen where Zach is now sitting on a stool looking miserable.

“You okay?”

“Nuts are bruised...and swollen” Zach whines informing Logan.

“Eat some pizza...that will help. And maybe some ice,” Logan suggests moving to the kitchen.

“No way, I don’t need an ice pack…I’ll tough it out.”

Logan grabs plates, and brings the pizza and soda over to the dining room table.

Zach is not hungry, he sits with his hand on his balls, massaging them gently, and Logan has a feeling the night is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.

Junior walks down the stairs, dressed finally and drops down next to Zach with his plate, a huge grin on his face as he sweeps back his wet blonde hair and takes a bite of his cheesy pizza. “I see you choose the pizza with extra sausages…” Junior waggles his eyebrows and adds “How telling.”

“You are one weird little dude” Zach says.

While munching on pizza at the table, Junior slips his foot up Zach’s chair leg. The spindles of the wooden chair rock a bit in the frame and Zach looks down spotting Junior’s white socked foot sneaking up between his legs. Zach tries to stand up, but his thick thighs hit the table and he crashes back to the seat of the table with a whump.

“What are you doing?” Logan asks, a chuckle escaping his lips as he turns away from the sunset that has captured his attention.

Zach looks panicked and then his cheeks puff out and Junior puts his hands behind his head as he sinks down a bit further in his own chair. Zach coughs “Fuck…” and reaches down underneath the table as grabs Junior’s foot that has located and kicked his balls.

Junior smirks and leans over his plate, and takes another bite of his pizza and looks innocently up at Logan who is smiling.

“Nothing.” Junior cheekily tells him.

Zach can feel his cock being compressed, and he is starting to worry, when Junior says.

“Hey Logan...how are things with Chase?”

“Junior...” Logan warns.

“What? I just wanted to know.” Junior says as he grinds one of Zach’s balls against the bottom of the chair, the nut warping around his toes as he traps the hefty testicle under his toes. The pressure builds, and Junior’s eyes alight with an inner fire as Zach’s left ball expands and squelches under his foot.

“Gaaaaah!” Zach groans, pushing Junior’s foot away from his groin. Pain spreads up from his groin where Junior has been hitting his sore balls. It’s fresh and the few bites of pizza that Zach managed to eat threaten to come back-up. Zach starts to sweat, and he looks up worriedly at Junior. He can feel his nuts swelling with hot semen. He hasn’t cum in a few days and his big nuts are backed up.

Junior grins at him and licks his fingers of pizza sauce.

Zach looks away, and Logan asks him.

”You okay, bro?”

Zach is not okay, his balls are aching like a mother fucker.

“No…J—Junior…got my balls again.”

Junior laughs and pulls his legs up underneath his butt withdrawing from further attacks. “I was just stretching my legs…his dragon eggs really got in my way. He should be more careful.”

Logan sighs. “Junior…he’s my guest as well as you. You can’t keep hitting his balls.”

Junior rolls his eyes “I’ll try my best.” Junior winks at Zach and grabs his thigh. “Promise.”

Junior gets up from the table, his fingers sliding across Zach’s back as he heads into the kitchen grabbing three beers. Placing each one in front of the college guys, he goes to pop the top of his own but Logan snags it.

“I don’t need to be getting a kid like you drunk,” Logan says warning.

“Yeah…you’re bad enough as it is.” Zach groans one hand down his front and cupping his sore balls.

Logan shakes his head, and stands, he picks up the box and his empty plate and carries them over to the garbage can and tosses them in.

Junior is not watching, his attention is elsewhere.

Junior has his eyes focused on the beer cans on the counter top. His mind is ticking away.

Zach is not paying attention as Junior pops the lid of one and takes a quick sip. He sticks his tongue out, “Yuck…these are gross.”

“Junior!” Logan has his hands up.

“Chase has better stuff in the cabinet,” Junior says with a sly grin.

“I got rid of that” says Logan warily.

“You are no fun.” Junior spots the large rug in front of the TV and motions to the floor. “We could wrestle for a bit…show Zach what I have been working on.” Junior suggests, trying to be innocent as he blinks up at his older cousin. “Please, cuz…Zach will want to see.”

Logan knows his cousin is up to no good, and is probably just waiting for him to give his blessing before he jumps on Zach.

Zach looks unsure, but the blonde Adonis is game. He hasn't had a good fight in a long time. He might get some good shots on the little prick, and his balls are already sore and aching anyways. He finishes his beer with a large belch, and takes the one that Junior discarded and drinks from that too.

“Okay…I’ll play along. Just so you know, I won’t go easy on you.” Zach’s eyes are slightly glazed over as he finishes the bottle that he is holding.

“Yeah…I’m sure you’ll win” Junior says, looking down and puffing out his bottom lip. “I’ve just joined the wrestling team. I don’t have the…skills like you or Logan has on the mat.” Junior shrugs. “Everyone always beats me up in these matches, I spend most of the time on my back on the mat wondering how I screwed it all up.”

Logan can see where Junior is steering this ship, and he decides to let it go. If Zach is so stupid to fall for this…he kind of deserves what will be coming his way.

Zach is now working on his fourth beer and he slams it down. At least Zach thinks that’s his fourth one. “Well shit, if you are really that bad then I might as well school you on how to lose.” Zach clears his throat as he belches again and bangs on his chest.

Junior nods solemnly. “Yeah…just don’t me look too bad in front of Logan. He’s my assistant coach on the High School team. I wouldn’t want to earn extra practices for sucking so much. You know?”

Zach nods “I won’t completely humiliate you…” Zach’s eyes are shinning as he springs at Junior “but I will make you cry out like a wuss!”

Junior is surprised, but not enough to let Zach get his hands on him. The younger boy darts forward and hits Zach square in the balls with his knee. The blow is not hard enough to drop the jock but his big balls are so tender, that he stumbles back.

Zach cups his groin and bends forward, his head low as his breath escapes his lungs, his balls are throbbing already and he reaches back to take another sip from his can but finding that one empty he takes Logan’s and drains that one.

“Hey!” Logan laughs. “Take it easy, Zach. You have your hands full already.”

“This whimp…” Zach rolls his eyes. “I’m going to pulverize the little kid. All I have to do is grab him.” Zach is huge compared to Junior. Towering over him at least two feet taller and way wider in girth and muscles, Zach is an impressive specimen.

“Now stand still you little bastard!” Zach charges in, Junior is in his wrestling stance like Jayden Gomez has taught him but Zach nearly steam rolls him as the pair collide in the middle of the carpet.

Logan moves off the couch and takes a seat closer on the rug and watches with interest. He’s still eating a slice of pizza, but he follows the match closely wanting to give Junior pointers after this is through.

Zach gets his hands on Junior, and pulls him forward. His cock is hardening and he wants to fuck up Junior so bad right now, that the kid is never going to come back to the house again after Zach is done with him.

Zach reaches down to lift the young teen off the ground, and his cock brushes against Junior’s chest. Junior’s heart skips a beat as Zach grabs him between the legs and lifts him up and off of his feet in one quick move. Junior is dangling as Zach’s fingers work deep within the contents of his shorts squeezing the balls in his fist while the other hand clutches his neck holding him still and skyward facing the ceiling. Zach’s fingers are crushing the Kruger nuggets and its Junior’s turn to gasp.

“Oh…oh no…” Junior groans his arms flailing about uselessly.

Logan cringes, grabbing his own nuts. “Ouch…that has to hurt.”

“His balls are mine!” Zach laughs.

Logan is about to get up and break up the fight when Zach pulls Junior back, and then throws him into the ground, his body rolling twice before he comes to a stop and his face is red and he is groaning, his arms and legs sprawled out.

Zach is laughing, while his cock is still raging.

Logan gets up, and goes to help Junior but the kid waves him off.

“No…no way. He just got…a lucky shot.” Junior is panting and clutching his nuts. They are so sore and backed up from the previous day’s events with his brother Caleb that Junior stays down on the rug longer than he intends as he tries to get his stamina back.

Zach opens up another beer. He doesn’t feel drunk, but he knows that he is getting there. The world is not spinning yet, but everything feels good.

“He’s not tiny like Rex…he takes after you.” Zach smiles as he adds “He got the family jewels, big and squishy” Zach jokes. “Too bad they are all fucked up now. Bet that you wish you didn’t go for my Dino nuts!” Zach laughs remembering fondly the nickname that Rex had given him.

Logan is impressed by Zach, and he can feel himself starting to sweat. He didn’t realize how good of a wrestler Zach was. Zach was quick on his feet there and if he didn’t pull back he would have finished Junior for sure.

Junior finally gets to his feet and walks over to the wall and slides down. The kid is out of breath, his face is red and his legs are shaking.

Logan has to admit it, Zach has the kid on the ropes now. He eagerly awaits to see if Zach can use that advantage or if it will be wasted.

Zach is standing in the middle of the room. His cock is tenting his pants, his massive balls are swaying and Zach is not even trying to cover them up. They are the size of small grapefruit and his big nuts have been abused and used today, they are swollen and need relief.

The college guys are not talking, and the room is filled with tension and the sounds of breathing.

“Fuck it” Junior pushes off the wall and gets into his wrestling stance. Zach mimics him, almost like he is making fun of the smaller lad…which he is.

“So sensitive” Zach sneers whipping the back of his hand across his mouth. “Don’t worry, you won’t get backup after this.” Zach jumps Junior and he has a look of pure panic on his face before he drops to his knees and punches Zach right between the legs. Zach stumbles over Junior grabbing his bulge and folding over, “Not…again! Fuuuuuck!”

Zach laughs once at his stupid mistake as Junior stands up ready to continue and turns to face Zach once more only to see his ass pointing right at him. Zach still bent over checks his balls and winces giving Junior plenty of time to lick his ass right in the center. Zach’s asshole sings as he bounces up holding his backside. “You little…monster! Ahhh fuck!”

Junior snorts and rushes in for another low blow but Zach catches him with one hand lifting him up by the back of his shirt.

“Put me…down!” Junior demand as Zach gives a small head shake and punches Junior right in the lump at the front of his shorts. Junior’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. Juniors eyes cross making Zach laugh and he tweaks the kids nose, just like the kid did to him earlier in the evening.

“You’ll never get a chance to use those Kruger nuggets now!” Zach quips before he reaches out and grabs Junior’s face pulling him in close. “Never challenge someone that you were born to lose against.” And with that, Zach gives Junior a head butt knocking him backwards.

Junior grunts as he swings around, the back of his shirt between his arms now, riding up his back and chest.

The younger lad goes limp as he grabs his head moaning, “B—bitch.” in his arms and Zach is a little confused, he certainly has a hard head. Zach figured that he would have been done after that.

Zach pulls back his arm to swing again, but Junior slips out of his T-shirt at the last moment. Zach swings and misses turning himself around.

It gives Junior a moment to catch his breath and launch an uppercut right between Zach’s legs. Zach gasps, his balls crunch under the massive uppercut his nuts severally smashed as Junior holds the position. Zach goes up to his tippy toes eyes widening his legs in fear as he falls forward to his knees which shakes the house.

Zach falls to his side gasping, and Junior does as well but he falls on his back one hand holding his head and the other his bulge.

“Wow” Logan says and claps. “Impressive guys!”

The boys groan in response and Logan sees a break in the fighting, and leaves the room to drain his dick. His piss is loud hitting the bowl and he sighs in relief.

Looking down at his phone he sees a smiling emoji text from Chase next to their set-up camp sight. A second picture shows both Max and Rex holding their groins and laughing as Chase takes a selfie with the brothers in the back ground rolling on the grass.

“Heh” Logan shuts down his phone before he gets too distracted and washes his hands before he returns to the living room. Junior is stirring up now and Zach is on all fours.

“You little shit…” Zach says, breathing fast.

“You are not bad yourself old man.”

“Old, please” Zach starts to crawl over to Junior to finish this. His eyes are locked in on Junior, and Junior starts to get to all fours himself to face him.

“Your dinosaur eggs will be what finish you off!” Junior loudly tells him and rushes him on the carpet. The two face off both on their knees. Every muscle straining in Junior’s quivering chest and arms as he tries to overpower his much larger opponent.

The two push back and forth neither one willing to give up, and Zach is sweating like a pig, his face flushed.

Junior has a wicked gleam in his eye, and Zach feels a twinge of worry. He has the upper hand here, and he should end it now. But the look in Junior’s eyes is causing him concern.

“You better end this...” Logan says. “I have seen that look before.”

Zach shoots up his arms, taking Junior’s with his, locking his hands around the kids wrists. Junior slightly pulled up and off his knees.

A sly fox like smile creeps over Zach’s face as he leans in, as Junior starts to struggle bound and unable to free himself.

“Your toast!”

Zach pushes him forward, Junior loses his balance and falls to the carpet, Zach hovering over him and climbs up further kicking Junior’s legs apart as he does. Junior shakes his head and grits his teeth sneering “I’m gonna get out of this!”

Zach smiles as he brings back his knee. “Try it.” Zach’s blow hits Jayden like a hammer smashing against two nailheads. Junior balls are flattened, and the large knee barreling into him shoves him forward, ass scraping across carpet.

Junior cries out in pain, but Zach lowers his knee trapping Junior’s balls underneath. Struggling to free his arms Junior balls his hands into fists as Zach’s weighty knee leans down hard into his scrotum pinning his testicles to the floor. Junior’s balls throb and he goes breathless as his body starts to register how bad his nuts are.

The room is silent and Logan looks away. He has seen this tactic before. He feels a pang of sympathy for Junior. He really doesn’t want to see his cousin getting his balls pulverized.

Junior groans, his eyes fluttering as he tries to move his arms, and Zach is laughing, and pressing down even harder while keeping Junior’s wrists pinned to the floor above.

Juniors eyes start to water, and his balls ache like crazy. Junior groans, this move reminds him of how Caleb busted his balls for the past several nights and the Deja vue makes him sick to his stomach.

“My boynuts!” Junior calls out, unable to help himself. Arching his back Juior presses his bare abdomen against Zach’s front as his nuts pulse against the floor. Pain shoot’s up into Junior’s stomach and he tenses as the pain multiples. Junior gasps as Zach refuses to budge.

“That's right, cry! I'm going to make your nuts pay for what they have done!”

“Please...ahh! Don’t!” Junior begs his voice cracking. “My balls can't take anymore….ah, ah, aaaaaah!”

“Yeah well, you should have thought about that before you came in here and messed with my dino nuts!”

Junior tries to buck, and Zach puts more pressure on his knee, and the younger boy moans, unable to do more than that.

Junior’s vision swims as Zach’s knee presses deeply down against his boyballs. It’s then that the pair slips out from underneath the hardened bony kneecap and Junior gasps at the pain and how thin his nuts had to go to slip free.

A moan, low and awful comes from within Junior and Zach’s eyes widen.

“The little suckers slipped out! I’ll find them.”

Zach moves Junior’s wrist to one hand and backs up his knee. Junior is splayed out and vulnerable underneath him, breathing hard as sickening throbs coarse through his system and Zach carefully peels back Junior’s shorts with one tug. Juniors cock and balls flop out. The reddened swelling nuts are pounding in Junior’s scrotum and the Zach reaches for Junior’s full nutbag eyes feasting on Junior’s defenseless equipment.

“Oh shit” Junior whispers as Zach finds his boynuts and roll the pair slowly in his palm.

“I’ve got you” Zach whispering back, his breath hot against Junior’s face.

Junior clench’s his teeth as Zach starts manipulating his balls in hand. Junior’s throat goes dry and he blinks up at Zach. “Now…what? What are you going…to do?”

Zach smiles as his fingers speak for him and Junior starts to feel a swelling against his stomach. He looks down watching his cock start to plump up.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Junior whispers closing his eyes.

“Someone is getting a stiffy” chuckles Zach.

Junior bites his lip. The room is silent, and then Zach lets go of Junior’s wrist and his hand slaps his balls hard. Junior gasps, his cock fully erect and throbbing in a matter of seconds.

Zach laughs as he takes a hold of the younger teen’s shaft.

“I’m not… going to get hard for you!” Junior hisses, and then winces as Zach squeezes his shaft a little too tightly.

“Sure about that?”

Zack slaps his nuts again, and Junior’s eyes flash with pain.

“St—ooooop…..OOOOooooooh” Zach’s hand is beating his undeniably steeled up penis, and Junior loses himself in the moment as he arches his back. “Oh fuck…me” his mouth going dry as pleasure pulses through him.

Logan can hear the wet smacks, and the gasps coming from the pair, and he knows that it is time for him to intervene.

Logan takes a step forward and Zach and Junior freeze, their eyes both on him. Logan's eyes are locked on his cousin.

“What do you think you are doing, Junior?” Logan asks, his tone is even and low. “You are about to well…you know. You were doing to good. And now…I think Zach got you. Are you even going to try anymore?” Logan asks, his forehead creasing in concentration as he looks on at Junior.

Junior gulps. “I...he’s got…. my nuts! It's not like I can… fight back...he has my balls.” Junior retorts, his blue eyes imploring for Logan to believe him.

“Uh huh” Logan doesn't look convinced. “You can’t seem to keep your hands off anyone’s balls lately. I thought that was Caleb…but maybe it’s you, Junior. Are you a little ball obsessed, cousin?”

“I...ahhh.” Junior groans and bucks his hips into Zach's fist. His cousin's eyes are wide and the color has drained from his face. “Ooo…ugh, ugh, ugh!” Junior grunts, his cock sliding in and out of Zach’s hand. The rhythmic beats coincide with his wildly beating heart.

“You are the one who was going to get fucked, Junior…” Logan adds, head shaking. “Zach is a wrestler. Not a newbie. You are on your back, and he has your balls. I’ve seen this move many times on the mat in High School, and you… are on the losing end of it. You don’t think that you would win…do you?” Logan questions, and when Junior does not answer him he pokes him in the chest.

Junior blinks rapidly. “Bro….he’s…oh man…I…” Junior’s eyes roll back in his skull.

“He’s cooked and about to burst!” Zach’s glee is through the roof as he pumps away at Junior’s erection, and his fingers toy with the drawn up testicles in the kid’s meaty pouch. “Junior has got only one move left…and we all know it is.”

Junior’s arms, which have been free curl into fists.

“So, what are you going to do Junior?” Logan whispers in his ear. “Did you come over to lose to Zach? I thought…that you wanted to win. Better hurry…or it will be too late.” Logan backs off, he gave his advice. Now it’s up to Junior to decide if he is not too far gone, to act on his last chance.

Zach rises his body up, giving him some space from Junior as he can tell the youngster is about to blow, and he does not want to be covered in the kids spunk. Zach hovers above looking forward to the moment when Junior spews from his pent up cock when his movement is halted. Juniors fists slam together, both embedded into his groin lodged deep with his ballsack. Zach’s big balls are squashed flat, trapped between Junior’s fists.

The pain hits Zach in a moment full throttle, locking up his lungs so that he is left with a loud squeal of agony as he falls back against Junior stealing all of the air in his boy’s body in a whoosh. Zach moans against Junior’s, bare shoulder tasting salt from the kid’s skin as the hard cock digs into his navel. He can feel Junior leaking, and he shudders at the touch of his raw hardness.

Logan looks on impressed, Junior is still underneath Zach but this is an improvement to say the least. “Now don’t keep wagging your hips trying to hump Zach, make another move Junior.”

Junior was just about to do that. The feeling of his loins against Zach’s first belly stops and he grunts as another burst of pre-cum oozes out of his cockhead. “Fuck…I was so close” Junior mumbles and flips Zach over with a heavy shove. Zach is like dead weight as he holds his privates with both hands, eyes closed as he grimaces from the movement.

Junior is on top of Zach, and he reaches for his nuts. Zach opens his eyes to see Junior straddling him, and the kid is not wasting any time as he goes for the kill. Zach is holding his balls, and Junior grabs his wrists, and starts to pull Zach's hands apart.

Zach’s balls are still throbbing from Junior’s punches, and his hands are forced open as Junior’s small hands are pulling them apart.

“Almost…got you” Junior pants, his body trembling as he uses all of his might to free Zach’s balls so he can really dig into the studs package.

“No you don’t!” Zach grimaces and just as one hand is coming off of his bulge, it shoot’s up and he grabs Junior’s neck squeezing his wind pipe. Junior balks, both hands rushing up to try and peel Zach’s fingers off as they hold his airway shut.

Junior jerks above Zach making small choking sounds as he tries to breathe.

“Now you—Fuuuuuuuuck!”

Panicking Junior swings and kicks his legs, one of which catches on Zach’s balls and nails both right against his pelvis. Zach jerks at the strike, his fingers loosening as Junior takes in a long breath and knocks Zach’s arms aside with his arms.

Falling, Junior lands on top of Zach both wrestlers groaning. A moment later, Junior rolls off of Zach breathing hard. Zach curls up holding his nuts again. He can’t believe that Junior got another lucky hit in against his balls.

Logan watches with amusement. He has a feeling from the beginning that this is not the end we’ll, and so far he has been proven right.

“You are not winning, so get used to it,” Zach growls, his balls pulsing from the assault.

“I’m…just getting started, so don't count me out yet,” Junior tells him, his eyes narrowing.

The boys get up and circle each other, both a little unsteady on their feet. Junior is warier now of Zach’s potential, as the shirtless boy shifts his feet ready for anything.

Zach moves a little slower, one hand coming in quick to check his balls every so often and to prevent another hit. It’s almost comical but Junior finds the constant movement a little distracting.

For his part, Logan now sits on the coach. He figured that this would have been over by now but neither Zach nor Junior look like they are about to give up. Logan knows that it’s almost another matter of time, as they are tiring and prone to make a mistake.

“Let's finish this, shall we?” Zach smirks and gets low, his balls dangling heavily between his legs. Junior is breathing hard, his heart is pumping and he feels a little woozy.

“Yeah, let’s.”

Zach charges, and Junior moves forward to meet him. The boys grab each other’s arms as they stand there battling for dominance, locking in. Although a little weaker on his feet, the head to head combat is exactly what Zach is hoping for as he pushes Junior across the rug to the wall and pins him there with a thud as Zach traps him. Zach’s upper body strength has been well used all match and Junior struggles to free himself as Zach’s knee comes up quickly between Juniors vulnerable legs.

“Oh no!” Junior gasps, feeling his blonde legs hairs tingle as Zach shoots his thigh up and hard, crashing into his bulge. Juniors groin explodes in pain as Zach nails him to the wall. The hard thunk of the hit makes Logan’s feel queasy for his youngest cousin and he sympathizes as Zach hits him with a near perfect blow to his growing testicles.

Zach has the advantage as he holds Junior and his knee slides against the thin fabric, and into his tenderized nuts. Zach can feel the sack shift under his knee, and his eyes widen as Junior’s sack tightens around his thigh, the throbbing and hot testicles smolder to the touch.

Zach leans his head in and his mouth brushes against the side of the kids face as he whispers “Got you now, kiddo.” Zach sneers and bounces Junior against his knee, each quick drop against Zach’s thigh earns him another small gasp, followed by a longer moan. Junior is losing steam fast as his hands gripping Zach’s shoulders slacken and his cock starts to chub back-up. The constant contact below the belt is starting to have its effect on Junior. At his age it does not take much to excite him…and not cumming in days has clearly pushed him over the edge.

Junior shakes his head “No…fuck…my boy—balls!” Junior’s eyes flash as Zach pulls back his leg, with Junior’s feet landing hard on the floor. Junior legs shake as he watches in horror as Zach pulls back his leg even further before he swings his leg up back and into Junior’s groin again like a swinging pendulum crashing against his tender testes.

“Aaaaaaah!” Jayden cries out. He can feel his nuts bounce and slide over his thigh, and his dick is painfully erect. Zach has a big smile on his face and Logan has a look of shock on his face. Junior is not moving anymore, and his eyes are rolling back in his skull.

“Looks like you are down for the count.”

Zach laughs as he pulls Junior off the wall and then turns the young lad around.

“He is just about done” Zach says holding up Junior, with his arms around his chest.

Junior blinks quickly and moans. “No more…fuck. Not my balls…not again.”

Zach shakes his head, his hand coming down to slap the bulge in the kid’s pants.

Junior jerks, and Zach gives his balls a squeeze and laughs as he does.

“Oooooh shit…oh…fuck…Oh” Junior groans.

Zach slaps the kid's bulge a second time, and Junior's eyes close, and his head droops.

“Your boy balls are mine!”

Zach grabs the front of Junior’s shorts and tears them off. He tosses the ripped and ruined garment over his shoulder, and then his fingers go for the hem of the youngster’s briefs.

Junior shakes his head.

“Not my undies...fuck. Ahh, I'm sorry for trying to nut kick you.”

“Too late for that!” Zach snarls, his fingers gripping the front of Junior’s briefs and yanking them down.

Juniors cock springs up and bounces around. It was so hard that it stands straight up.

“Oh man...” Junior gasps, feeling a wave of shame and pleasure hit him.

“You are mine now” Zach laughs, and then his hands go down to his own waist. His fingers find the hem of his briefs, and he pushes them down. The underwear comes down revealing his own balls.

“You see this? My balls are going to make sure you don’t get back up.”

Junior whimpers as he is pulled down to his knees, and then onto his back. His head is resting on the carpet. He is still dazed from the hits to his balls. His vision is swimming, and the room spins.

“I can't take… any more” Junior pleads, his blue eyes watering.

“Oh you can” Zach grins. “And you will.”

Zach’s eyes lock on to Junior’s bare balls in his swollen, red scrotum. The fat nuggets are swelling, and the Junior’s skin bares the marks of Zach’s continual strikes.

“Time for the finale.”

Junior’s eyes are wide, and he lets out a long groan.

“Don’t cry” Zach tells him. “I won’t hurt them...much.”

Junior's eyes grow wider.

Zach kneels down between Junior’s legs. His own cock is hard, and his balls hang heavily between his thighs.

“It’s time.”

“Noooooo” Junior moans.

Zach reaches for the young man’s balls, and gently cups them. Junior moans as his nuts are held.

“Please don’t...I’ll…it was not supposed to end like this tonight,” Junior admits.

Zach ignores him and slowly begins to roll his balls around.

Junior's breath is coming in short bursts, and his cock twitches.

"Oh no...no no no no" Junior moans. Zach started on that move earlier. He was able to get free…but Junior does not have it in him anymore and lays back. “Just…make it quick.”

Zach grins. "Of course. Don’t want you passing out...yet.”

“UUuuuuuugh…not my balls.” Junior begs.

Zach keeps rolling the young man’s nuts. They are hot, and sweaty. The sack is soft, and the hairless. It feels good to finally get him.

Junior groans as he is teased and tormented. He has never felt anything like this before. And his leaking cock drips down to his sparse pubes that have started to come in recently.

“I’m going to cum if you keep that up” Junior says to him. “Really…I won’t be able to hold it back.”

Zach’s eyes are on Junior’s privates, and his fingers tugging gently on Junior’s testicles, but even the gentle pulls make him wince.

Logan is silent. He has seen this move used in wrestling matches, and it’s one that he perfected. Logan can imagine the pain his young cousin is in as the person underneath him usually yells out in pain.

“It’s not too late to call this off” Logan calls out.

Zach looks up, and he laughs. “This little brat deserves it. He came here, and tried to and did hit my balls. More than once, I might add. I think that is worthy this particular finishing move.”

Juniors cock throbs and his mouth goes dry.

“Zach, you bitch...I won't do it again. I swear. Only if you let me go...right fucking now!”

Zach continues to roll his balls around his eyes darkening as Junior's word register.

“I’ll let you go...if you can actually beat me.”

“Deal” Junior gasps as Zach rolls his balls, separating the pair between his fingers and rubbing his thumb across the bottom of his drawn up sack. It’s humiliating the way Zach has him...and Junior would promise anything for Zach to release him.

“Good” Zach smiles. “All you have to do is win...and if you win...you get your nuts back. And if I win, I get to nut kick you again, and again...until I am satisfied that you have suffered enough.”

Junior croaks “Fine...now let my balls go.”

Zach only grins, his smile widening. “You misunderstand. Your rematch...it starts right now” Zach says.

“Huh?” Junior blinks not understanding.

“On three” Zach grins.

Junior's eyes grow wide, and his balls clench...in Zach's grip.

“One...two...three!”

The wrestling match continues. Zach has his balls, and Junior is trying desperately to get away.

Junior's legs kick, and he tries to break free, but Zach has him pinned down by his soft and vulnerable orbs. He is not going anywhere.

Junior's nuts are throbbing, and he is getting weaker.

“Almost there” Zach grins.

“Noooo!” Junior yells.

Zach rolls his balls one last time, and Junior's cock throbs, a small squirt of pre-cum drips down the crown and Zach’s fingernail slips down the head of Junior’s flared head as his eyes roll back while Zach’s thumb rubs at the sensitive part just below his cockhead.

“Nnnn…nooooooo!” Junior groans, as his cock trembles. “I....uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh, uh, uh, uuuhhhhhhh!” Junior groans, back arching, hips flexing. He can’t seem to stop what is about to happen. Junior clenches both ass cheeks, they are harder than steel and his toes curl as his body spasms.

“Oh!”

“Yes!” Zach yells. “Now...cum!” Zach is laughing as he digs in deep into Junior's trapped nuggets, his eyes are unfocused as Zach’s thumb sinks deeper into the right ball, thumb nail pressing hard.

“Ugh...oh” Junior moans, his nuts are aching, and his cock is still dripping ejaculate as his breath hitches and his heart pounds.

“It’s over” Zach grins, and gives Junior's cock one final jerk with his hand, the skin is so red, and the head almost purple as Zach’s fingers twist his knob.

Junior moans as all thoughts leave his body, he grits his teeth as his cock starts to spasm, his pent up boyballs finally about to unleash their pent up load

“My balls…” Junior whispers and Zach leans in smiling wide, edging him on as he pumps away as his cock.

Logan can't take it anymore and grabs Zach around his stomach and pulls. Zach’s fingers slip up Junior's trembling cock, greased by the youngsters own juices. He's so wet and hard that Zach loses his grip and the hardon comes free smacking Junior’s taut abdomen and Junior breathes, it’s a hard gush of air released and his loins throb.

“What are you doing, man...I almost had him!” Zach says, and he spins around and kicks Logan as hard as he can. Logan’s balls slam against his pelvis, and with nowhere to go Zach manages to flatten another set of Kruger balls this evening.

“Fuck...Zach,” Logan stumbles back grabbing his throbbing sack and he keels over, grimacing.

“Now stay out of this...I am going to finish what your cousin started. You are only going to get that one warning...or you might end up like Junior here. Right Junior?” Throughout the quick fight with Logan, Zach manages to hold onto Junior’s balls but the pair wrestlers are both standing now, one forced to stand as Zach yanked on Junior’s scrotum to give Logan a kick. Junior looks white as a ghost besides his tanned, clear skin and he shakes his head whimpering, but his mouth manages a quick swear under his breath. Zach couldn't make it out but he knows that it was foul.

Zach smirks and then his eyes go down to the kid’s crotch, and the 'boyballs' that he has trapped in his possession. “Ready to get fucked up?” Zach grins, fingers poised to squeeze.

“No...”

“Good”

“Zach, he's had enough. Fuck...how did this all get so out of hand? Now, let him go” Logan groans, his hands are shaking as his balls feel like they have been pounded with a hammer.

“He hasn't had enough, until I say he has had enough” Zach snaps back and he squeezes. Zach’s fingers dig into Junior’s nuts and Junior’s eyes grow wide and his body stiffens. He was so close to an orgasm moments before, and Zach can feel that need in Junior's drawn up and vulnerable full orbs.

It dawns on Junior what is about to befall him and in a moment of clarity gasps out “Zach...fuck, you're going to make him nut.”

“Yeah...I am.”

“Ooooh, aaaaahhhhhhhh,” Junior's voice goes higher as his body starts to shake, he can’t believe that he can stand on such wobbly legs as Zach's other hand reaches for his erection, grasping the slicked up pole and jerks it once. Junior dry swallows, as Zsch starts to pump him once more, quick and fast and Junior is right there again but this time his arms are freed and he grabs Zach's beefy shoulders and pulls back his leg just as his cock is about to go off and fires up a last ditch effort swing of his leg.

Zach's hands are full, he's pumping Junior's cock so steadily that he doesn’t notice Junior's attack until Junior’s toes nail scrap his balls, crashing hard right between his orbs forcing his own testicles to squish, and squirm forced apart to opposite ends of his ballsack. Zach freezes his fingers no longer squeezing or pumping but stills coming to a full stop as Junior's foot crashes against him. Zach stumbles back, locking his legs around Junior's foot and inadvertently getting jostled a few more times as Junior’s toes hit his big balls a few more times. Every squish of Zach’s big balls, make his skin grow paler.

“Uh!” Zach grunts and his hands drop everything and he stumbles back grabbing his junk.

Junior pauses, his cock throbs and he has to breath real quick in three quick breathes to push back down his growing need to finish what Zach started. Junior is dazed, and his cock is pulsing, and he is sure that any minute now he will cum. He’s never been this hard and close without blowing his wad, and the need is driving him insane. He has to do something.

“Junior, finish him. Get him down and pin him!” Logan groans. “I don't...know how you managed to do that, Junior.” Logan moves over to the couch, not wanting to get between the pair of combatants again. And grabs a beer, and takes a swing.

Zach looks murderous as he stumbles back-up to standing before, the pain slams into his lower extremities and he keels over “You...bastard.”

Junior tries to speak but can't, he gasps both of his hands reach for his throbbing, aching cock but his fingers mere inches away. “I’m not going to...” Junior manages between gritted teeth, even though every part of him wants to finish himself. It would be so, so easy. But then through his dark lashes he spies Zach and the pain in his eyes and steps forward on wobbly, uncertain legs. Every step an effort, but Junior pushes himself forward. Logan is right, this is the best time to get the upper hand once again.

“Come here” Zach growls, and charges Junior. His hands are down low, and Junior has a moment to realize that Zach’s hands are going for his balls, and he jumps. The boys are locked together and tumble down to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Logan watches with interest. It's all been building to this moment, and the fight has been ruthless. And Logan doubts that anything is going to change now.

The pair are rolling on the carpet, both trying to grab the other's balls...and Zach’s eyes light up as his fingers curl around Junior’s cockhead and he squeezes the root of Junior’s pleasure valve, the boy moans pausing for a moment as the deep need floods his system.

“OOOOooooh, Zach...bro.” Junior reaches for Zach’s, but he finds his advance batted away with a quick flick of the hand.

“Not this time, Junior.”

“Fuuuuck!”

“Time to make you finally nut” Zach says, and his fingers squeeze the cock head and starts to pump the throbbing erection.

“Nut...no fucking...way, kick me instead, bro...I'm not going to...not...fuck” Junior groans, his hands are flailing but they are unable to land. Zach is too far away, and his cock is throbbing, the pleasure is intensifying.

Junior punches Zach's stomach, but he hardens his belly, and his fist slides down Zach's sweaty abdomen while he pumps away as Junior’s erection, every downward stroke causing Junior to gasp, and his body failing him once more.

“Fuck” Junior gasps.

“Yesss” Zach laughs, his face is close to Junior’s that the boys breath in tickles his inner ear, the stench is strong, and the smell is masculine and Junior's body starts to shake and his back arches.

“Cum for me, you little shit.”

“NOOOOooooooo!” Junior screams and he reaches down, his hand finds Zach’s hand and the older boy is still pumping his stiffy, while his other reaches for and grabs his testicles. Junior’s eyes widen, because Zach catches his nuts once more.

“Not this time” Zach sneers, his face is flushed, and his chest heaving, the exertion of the fight is wearing on him.

“You…. Can’t….I won’t….uuuughhhh” Junior whimpers.

“Watch me.”

Zach’s fingers dig into Junior’s sack, and his thumbnail grazes his swollen testicle with a sensitive swipe of his thumb. Junior’s erection flares, the hardened tube flexing in the air slightly off of his stomach as Zach’s fingers each wrap around the length of him covering the head completely giving Junior’s tip a squeeze.  His index finger slides against the top of his wet sensitive underside and the need hits him, and Junior’s entire body shakes, the tremors are intense and his hips start to thrust, while his butt cheeks clench.

“OooooOoo shiiiiiiit, not ….NOT again” Junior's voice is high, and his eyes are wide.

“You should have thought of that, before you came after my balls.”

An audible squelch of Junior’s scrotum in Zach’s fist is heard, the nuggets inside compressing against the other as Junior’s groan is stifled and his eyes loose focus. Zach wants Junior to really feel his wraith, and he releases Junior’s balls and before Junior realizes that he can shield himself Zach launches a kick. Zach’s leg flexes, as he drives in with all his power and using every athletic skill in his training as a wrestler. The room is silent as he lifts his foot towards the target, he tightens his core as Zach feels a satisfying impact when he catches both testicles and then the massive shattering force as he drives his foot into Junior’s pelvis, crushing his nuts between them. Zach keeps on pushing, his quads swell, as he shoves his foot straight up, feeling the resistance as Junior’s body weight sags against his upward striking kick. Taking Junior off of his feet, Zach can feel Junior’s naked plump nuts flatten satisfyingly so against the top of his foot. Zach snaps his leg back, ready for another blow if he feels one is still necessary to finish Junior off completely.

Junior has taken his fair share of low blows, but even counting those of this evening nothing could have prepared him for Zach’s finishing move. The boy teeters upright, he barely had time to watch Zach nail him with a low blow between his legs. The hit was brutal, efficient and very effective. Junior did manage to land on both feet after Zach took him off the ground and he stands momentarily upright “I…” Junior starts to say but his knees turn in and then wave upon wave of deep agony starts to boil inside of his testicles, and travels into his lower abdomen. Dropping to one knee, Junior tries to keep fighting the tide of nausea that sweep over him as he pounds the carpet with one handed punches. Junior sucks in air, his control wavering and crumbling but he still refuses to drop into fetal position.

“Damn…man. I put everything into that kick, and you are still up? Krueger’s man, you are built of stronger stuff.” Zach looks over at Logan and gives him a cheeky wink as he kicks Junior again and knocks him over, his foot catching him in the belly. Junior’s air is ripped from his lungs as he lands on his back dazed, his cock thumps as it smacks his stomach leaving a trail of clear liquid just below his navel. “And he is still fucking chubbed up, shiiiiit.”

Junior gasps as Zach reaches down, grabbing his ankles and pulls his legs apart. A breath of cool air hits his privates and Junior’s cock swells as dread fuels the boy. “Zach…?” he questions, the sight of Zach’s foot hovering over his genitals causes him to pause. “Your gonna…oh no.”

“You can scream if you want, I mean…I would.”

Junior can’t look away as Zach’s foot, about four feet over his groin comes crashing down. All Junior sees is a flash of movement, and then he is stomping down onto his battered and bruised boynuts, driving them deep into the carpet. Junior can feel every fiber of the rug as his balls smoosh against the floor. It was then that Junior screamed “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” unable to hold back any further.

Zach knew what he was doing and he kept up the pressure a few agonizing seconds, it was just long enough for Junior’s voice to break apart as he screamed himself out of breath. Junior sucks in a long breath as Zach tells him, “You lost, Junior.” Holding tightly to Junior’s ankles, and with deliberate slowness, uses more and more of his over two-hundred pound body weight to lean down on his right leg. All the weight of this on top of Junior’s scrotum. Junior bucks up, his cock flexing as all of his muscles grow tight, and it’s then that Zach twists his foot with a savage twist. A whole new feeling of utter devastating despair floods Junior, and then Zach redoubles his efforts and rotates in the other direction. Junior’s balls are crushed, flattened and throbbing. Everything hurts and Junior can only gape at Zach as he holds his position posturing over the fallen boy in victory.

Junior screams silently, his body unable to do more and Zach let’s up a bit for Junior to catch his breath as his sweaty foot grips the crown of his cock and squeezes the head. The invasion of Zach’s toes twisting his knob while his ankle defeats his balls is almost to much for Junior and his eyes roll back in his skull and he grunts as his cock throbs and he grits his teeth.

“Fuck…I’m…”

That’s all Junior can manage to utter as his trembling erection pulses. A shudder runs through his entire body and he can’t seem to stop it as his cock is squeezed hard enough to cause Junior pain and yet it also forces a long groan from his lips as his balls send a signal to his brain, and they pulse with that deep need that makes his toes curl. The only thing holding him back from spewing his seed is the pain radiating from his scrotum.

“He’s going to cum,” Logan says, and Zach takes his foot away leaving Junior’s cock to spasm on its own.

“He can try.” Zach sneers as he reaches down, cupping Junior’s balls once again. He rolls the lumps of flesh around with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. “But he’s going to have to earn it.”

Junior's breathe hitches as Zach’s fingers dig into his balls.

“Please…Zach,” he gasps out. “I…fuck man…my balls…you, asshole…can’t take any more.”

“Oh, you can, and you will,” Zach says as he leans in, his mouth close to Junior’s ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

Cold dread fills Junior and his face is almost motionless as he blinks up at Zach holding tightly to his precious gonads, a testament to the agonizing mixture of pain and pleasure he’s being forced to endure. “Fuck you…I…won’t,” he whispers as his fingers curl into fists gripping the carpet hard. The pressure turns his knuckles white and his cock throbs, it's been too long since he has cummed and Junior knows that there will be no coming back from this. He needs this release, and he wants for this...to finally be over. “Do it, fuck. You coward” Junior says low challenging Zach. “Do your worst.”

Zach’s face darkens, and his grip tightens. “You asked for it.”

Junior braces himself for the impact he knows is coming. He closes his eyes, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.

Zach’s fingers squeeze, and Junior's body arches.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” Junior’s scream is raw, and his voice cracks as the pain is so intense that he can’t even form any words. His hands fly to his groin, and he tries to pry Zach’s fingers off of his balls, but he’s too weak.

Zach laughs, and he squeezes again.

Junior’s mind goes blank as the white-hot pain sears through his body. He can't think, he can't breathe, he can't even scream. All he can do is feel. He can feel the way Zach’s fingers are crushing his balls, the way his cock is twitching, the way his entire body is trembling.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it's over.

Zach lets go, and Junior’s body goes limp. He lays there, gasping for air, his body wracked with tremors.

“Now that's how you finish a match,” Zach says with a grin, and he grips Junior's hardon and gives the boy's dick a tug.

Junior gasps, his sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly as he lays prone on the floor arms cast wide. “Oh fuck...oh....fuck...don't...do that...again. I....uggghhh!”

Zach speeds up, his rough hand pumping away at Junior's throbbing member, and he winks at Logan. “Here comes your cousin” Zach says, pleased as he watches Junior’s balls nestled and tight in their scrotum flex and he grabs the pair holding them hostage and squeezes. Zach's thumb slides against the underside of Junior's cock, while his index finger teases his frenulum, and his thumb nail gently scrapes against his piss slit, and Junior's eyes flutter open and his mouth goes dry.

“You...uuugh, ugh, ugh, uuuuuugh!” grunts Junior. “I bet...that you can't...you can’t make me cum...just watch. I'll...hold out. I can…uuuugh…hold on.”

“Oh yeah?"

Zach’s hand moves faster and faster, and Junior’s body responds. His hips start to move, and his toes curl. He can feel the pressure building inside of him, and he knows that he’s not going to be able to hold back for much longer.

“You I w—won’t ...not for you....”

Logan winces watching his cousin get broken down and humiliated. He's been there, and he knows exactly what Junior is feeling. The shame, the pain, the pleasure. It's a toxic cocktail, and it's one that he knows all too well. “Zach, he has had enough.” Logan says, his voice a low growl. “Let him go. Now.”

Zach looks over at Logan, and his eyes are dark. “He’s my prize. I won.”

“He's my cousin."

“Fine. I'll finish him off.”  Zach looks over at the left over beers. “After this we can drink.”

“Sure. Just...you know.” Logan runs a hand down his face, not sure how everything got so screwed up. “End it.”

Junior takes another breath, and then another and it's then that his stomach twists and his eyes wide. “Not gonna cum...I'm not going to...to...” he seethes and his body arches up his feet quivering and moving almost like he could run away.

"Who are you trying to convince?" Zach asks, his hand pumping furiously, speeding up and feeling the steady building throbs in his tight fist. “It's about to blow!” The pre-cum is now leaking out of the tip of Junior’s dick at a steady pace, and Zach knows that it's only a matter of time before he erupts.

Logan takes a step forward, ready to intervene, but he hesitates. He knows that this is something that Junior has to deal with on his own. He can’t protect him from everything, and he knows that this is a lesson that he needs to learn.

“N—no…no…no!” Junior’s eyes squeeze shut as he finally feels the first pulse of his release. Junior’s own body turns against him, and he momentarily feels a twinge of anger against his own growing need just as his balls pull up tight, and a long, thick rope of cum shoots out of his cock, landing on his chest. The first shot of it surprises Junior and his eyes widen in shock but his cock is not done yet. The first spurt is followed by another, and another, each one more powerful than the last. Junior’s body is wracked with tremors, and he’s gasping for air as his mind is wiped clean by the sheer force of his orgasm. The world goes white, and all he can do is feel the intense pleasure and the lingering pain from his battered nuts.

Zach grins, his hand still working Junior’s cock. He milks him for all he’s worth, his grip tightening with each spurt. He wants to make sure that Junior is completely and utterly spent, and he’s not going to stop until he’s sure that the boy has nothing left.

Logan watches with a mixture of pity and admiration. He knows that Zach is a bastard, but he can’t help but be impressed by his sheer audacity.

Junior’s body finally goes limp, and he lays there, panting, his chest heaving. He's covered in his own cum, and his body is a mess of sweat and pain.

“He’s done.” Zach says, as he lets go of Junior's cock, and wipes the mess that got on his hand on the kid’s thigh. “Junior is finally done.”

“Good.” Logan says, as he walks over to the cooler. “Because that was…fuck I need a beer.” He tosses one to Zach, who catches it with a grin.

“You earned that one,” Logan says, and then he looks down at his cousin. “Are you… okay?”

Junior doesn’t answer, he just lays there, his eyes closed. A small amount of peace comes over Junior as his chest rising and falling with each breath and the creases on his brow relaxes as he reaches down cupping his aching groin and feeling his dick slowly losing its rigidity.

Logan takes a swig of his beer, and then he looks over at Zach. “You're a real dick, you know?”

Zach just shrugs, and takes a long drink of his beer. “He started it,” he says, and then he looks down at Junior. “But I finished it.” Zach’s smug grin spreads on his face as he kicks back next to Logan, feeling smug but glad of the coldness from the beer as he rests the half empty container against his pouch. Zach didn’t get out of that fight with Junior unscathed and he grimaces a bit at from the discomfort in his own sack.

From the floor Junior mumbles something unintelligible before sitting up slowly.

“What was that, punk?”

Junior clears his throat, his dry tongue feels like paste in his mouth and he fights the urge to go quiet. “Next time…it will be you on this floor.” Junior stands up, and turns to head towards the shower. He may have just taken one a few hours before, but he feels gross and the need to wash this night away is overwhelming.

Logan chuckles “Better watch out the next time you come over, Zach. I’ve seen that particular look before. Junior means it.”

Zach shrugs, “I can handle him. He’s easier than Rex…Rex is my archenemies.”

The two laugh as Junior takes to the stairs, and disappears into the bathroom. The night may just be ending for Junior, but as Logan takes another sip he can’t help but worry what might happen next time Zach and Junior meet up.

 

 

~End