Thursday, February 9, 2017

Men of the House - Part VII

This is the next installment of the Men of the House series.  We are introduced to a new set of brothers that will make an appearance in future stories.


Step-Brother Blues

“Since when do you have a black step-brother?” Corey asked, cracking open the can of Coke he’d just been handed.

“Since earlier this summer, actually,” his friend Trevor replied before letting out a long belch that seemed to emanate from his toes.  He motioned to the pair of empty lawn chairs that looked out on to the driveway where they could watch as Corey’s older brother Dylan was shooting hoops with a lanky black teen. From the look of it, the two had already established a good report and were laughing and joking as they played.

“My father married his mom in June and when she moved in, Devon came too.”  Trevor said after taking another pull from his can of soda.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know your dad got married again.  Your step-mom is black?”  Corey sounded surprised. The two had been friends since before middle school, so Corey didn’t bother beating around the bush.

“No, she’s white.  But Devon’s dad is black, so I guess technically he’s only half black,”  Trevor shrugged.

Corey appeared to be lost in concentration as he watched Devon jump in the air for a layup.  His focus was centered on the large, bulge that bounced eagerly between his thighs within the loose confines of his mesh shorts.

“Oh, ok. No worries either way, really, just asking.”  Corey replied vacantly as he continued to stare.  Devon wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing his lean, muscular chest as he sweat in the mid-day sun.  Even from far away, he seemed tall, well over 6 feet.

“Have you two been getting along?” Corey asked as he continued to stare.

“Yeah man, Trevor’s been real decent to me. I’ve kind of always wanted a big brother, and he’s been pretty chill.” Trevor’s freckled face spread in a wide grin.  “It’s too bad he already graduated high school last year, he could have driven me to school.  Now he’s a freshman at state.”

“Damn, that’s sweet,” Corey replied automatically.  He just couldn’t stop staring at Devon and his impressive groin.

“Gosh, he looks like he might be packing a monster down there in his shorts.  Look at that thing swing when he moves!  He must be slaying those college chicks left and right.” 

Trevor laughed at Corey’s dumbstruck awe.

“I don’t know, actually.  I’ve never seen him all the way naked.” Trevor smirked.

“Come on, you’ve got to be kidding me.  Just look at that thing.  You can see it from here!” Corey shook his empty can at Devon.  “Aren’t black guys supposed to be hung like horses?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”  Trevor shrugged.  “What does it matter?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Corey looked almost offended.  “The bigger the dick, the cockier a guy acts.  It’s just a fact,” Corey covered his hand over his face and spoke softly.  “It’s great that you two are getting along right now, but he’s just starting college, right?  What do you think will happen when he starts banging chicks and hanging out with college dudes?  In a few months, maybe even a few weeks, Devon’s going to start letting his true nature comes out, and when he does, it’ll be too late!”

“Too late? For what?” Trevor eyed his friend suspiciously. 

“Too late to put him in his place.” Corey smiled.  “I mean come on, look at him.  He’s what, 19, 20?”

“He’s 19.  Birthday’s in November.” Trevor sighed.

“Ok, so he’s got another few years he might grow… which means he might even get bigger!”  Corey whispered in case anyone was eves dropping.  “He’s already a big guy, I mean really, it looks like he’s trying to smuggle a kielbasa in his shorts!”

Trevor shook his head, but his attention was nonetheless drawn to the large nylon-encased mound that shifted heavily between his step-brother’s legs.

“Shit…you really think so?” Recognition of the self-evident fact that his friend was pointing out suddenly registered in his eyes. “Maybe you’re right. What do I do?”

“You’ve got to find a way to humble him.  You don’t want it going to his head just because he’s packing a big shlong.”  Corey shifted in his seat.

“Oh yeah? And how exactly, do I do that!” Trevor snorted.  “Look at him. He’s got to have a good 60-70 pounds on me, plush he’s almost a foot taller.  Plus, he used to wrestle in high school!”

“Relax buddy, relax.  There’s something that will negate all of that.”  Corey smiled, knowing what was about to come.

Trevor shook his head. “Like what? A knife? A gun? I don’t think I can shoot my new step-brother.”

“No, you don’t need any of that.  There’s only one thing you need, well, two actually.  Just go for his balls.”  Corey kept grinning.

At that moment in the driveway, Dylan was going up for a layup at the same time Devon was raising his arms to block.  Unfortunately for Dylan, his timing was off, and before he could shoot the ball, his momentum carried him into Devon - groin first - practically impaling his crotch on to Devon’s elbow.

Dylan gasped and dropped to his knees, cupping his crunched nuts through his nylon basketball shorts. 

Devon stopped guarding immediately and bent down to check on his downed opponent.

“Uh oh, looks like your step-bro just sacked Dylan,” Corey smiled.

“Crap… is he ok?” Trevor asked.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine. Dylan is used to getting his plums plastered, though typically I’m the culprit.” Corey chuckled.

Trevor scoffed, but Corey leaned closer.

“No seriously man, you have to do it.  Bust Devon’s balls,” Corey whispered.  “All you have to do is show him who’s boss, and you can use his own manhood against him to do it!”

Trevor shook his head, but suddenly yelped when when Corey sucker punched him square in the groin.  “Shit man,” he laughed and cupped his crotch.

“See?  You need to do that to your step-brother.  It doesn’t matter that he’s older and bigger than you, his balls are still just as delicate.  Hell, they’re probably even more sensitive on a big hung stud. You could have him eating out of your hand!” Corey smiled eagerly.

“Yeah, maybe…”  Trevor shook his head, “but if you’re wrong, he’s going to beat the crap out of me.”

“He won’t, trust me. I bust Dylan’s balls all the time and he hates it, but that doesn’t stop me.  Just make sure you’re set up to really bust his balls, and he won’t have a chance.”

Trevor was still shaking his head, but didn’t dare say a word as Corey’s brother Dylan came hobbling over with Devon at his side cradling the basketball under his arm.

“Good game?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, for the most part, I think.  Sorry again Dylan.” Devon said.

Dylan winced and shook his head.

“Hey there, I’m Devon.”  The tall darker boy introduced himself.  He was handsome, with short cut black hair and small, point ears that still made him look a bit boyish.  At 6’ 4’, he towered over Dylan and his frame was long and covered with muscles.

“This is my friend Corey, Dylan's brother.”  Trevor glanced at his friend sideways, trying not to draw attention to the fact that they had both been staring at the older teen’s crotch.

"Yeah I figured. Nice to meet you." Devon dribbled the basketball a few times on the driveway asphalt.

Now that he was only a few feet away, Corey’s suspicions were confirmed.  It looked like Devon had a snake in his shorts.

“You guys interested in playing a game of ball?” Devon asked.

“I think I should probably help get Dylan home, actually.  The poor guy probably needs some ice for his boys.” Corey said with a smirk.

Dylan grunted and nodded as he adjusted the grip on his crotch.

“Trev here is dying to play ball with you, though.”  Corey said as he got up from his seat.  Trevor's opened his mouth to protest.  “I’ll see you fellas later.”

Corey gave Trevor a knowing glance and waved as he led his Dylan away by the elbow.

“Nice meeting you,” Devon called after him.  Then he turned to his step-sibling, “so, you want to play some ball?”

“It’s a little too hot for me right now, actually.  I was going to go inside for a bit and cool off.  Care to join me?” Trevor asked timidly.

“Yeah, I can use a drink.”  Devon replied and followed the younger teen back into the air conditioned house.

The boys got drinks from the kitchen, and after thinking twice about going right back outside, ended up back in their shared bedroom to play xbox.  Prior to Devon and his new step-mom moving in, Trevor had always had the room to himself, but he didn’t mind sharing too much.  Besides, Devon was only around on the weekends while school was in session.

The two played a couple of first person shooters together for a while, but Travis’ heart wasn’t in it.  He was more fixated on working out a plan to carry out his Corey’s suggestion, but how? 

Devon sat on the floor with his legs spread and relaxed, unknowingly giving Trevor easy access to his ample manhood. 

Trevor stole glances at the mound in his shorts and wondered how he might proceed.  Perhaps if he struck fast and hard, Trevor might be able to knock him out of commission.  Then again, if something went wrong, he’d probably find himself in a world of trouble.

Trevor mulled the possibilities over in his mind for a long time before something finally came to him.

“I’m not feeling this anymore,” he said, dropping his controller down to the carpeted floor.

“Yeah, I guess I’m not either.”  Devon shrugged.  He’d finally cooled off and put on a light blue tank top, but his muscled arms were still clearly visible.

Trevor cleared his throat.  It was now or never.  If he didn’t make a move, he’d chicken out.  “You know, I’m considering trying out for wrestling this year.”

“Oh yeah? That’s great.”  Devon nodded.

“Yeah, and, well… I know you used to wrestle, so if you have any pointers you could share, I’d appreciate it.”  The words seemed to tumble out of Trevor’s mouth.

“Oh, why sure. Of course I can.”  Devon’s face seemed to brighten.  “The most important thing is to know what to do when you’re trapped and about to get pinned.  Here, stand up and let me show you.”

Trevor did as he was told and joined his step-brother as the older boy put his arms behind his head. 

“You can put your arms around my chest,” Devon instructed and waited until Trevor was holding his torso. “Now, without using my arms or my legs, I’m going to get out. Ready?”

“Ready,” Trevor replied.  The scent of sweat and musk from the older teen wafted into his nose.

Then, almost before he knew what was happening, Devon managed to twist his body first left, then right before easily breaking free of Trevor’s grip.

“See? It’s easy.”  Devon smiled. 

Trevor didn’t think so, but Devon demonstrated the break again, easily escaping the younger boy’s grasp.

“I don’t know, you are a lot taller than me, I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.”  Trevor shook his head.  The prominent bulge in Devon’s shorts was only a foot away, almost mocking him, begging to be punched or kicked.  A little tap was probably all that was needed to take the big, jock teen down, so what was he waiting for?

“Yeah, I think I see what you mean.  Ok, let’s try something different.”  Devon nodded and bent into a slight crouch.  “I’m going to knock you down and pin you.  You try your best to stop me, ok?”

“Um, ok I guess.”  Taylor scratched his head nervously and crouched down as well.

“Ready?”  Devon asked.

“Yeah, go for it.”  Trevor said and braced himself as Devon’s muscular body crashed into his.  He tried keeping his footing as the two grappled, but in about 10 seconds the younger boy had his back on the floor.

Devon was straddling over Trevor’s chest, with one knee up, and the other on the floor.  “Now, I nearly have you.  The only way for you not to lose is to get out, so what do you do?”

Trevor felt the heat of the older boy’s breath on his face but his eyes were glued to Devon’s crotch.  He was right on top of him, baring down with all his weight.  Luckily for Trevor, Devon liked to wear his boxers as big and loose as his shorts, leaving a wide, open gap of the piping around his leg that allowed Trevor to see right up the leg of his shorts.

Trevor nearly gasped at what he saw.  Most of Devon’s penis was lost in the folds of clothing, but his testicles hung clearly in view at the root of his shaft, swinging heavily like a pair of big, round hickory nuts in a brown leather pouch.

“Come on Trev, think. What can you do to break free?”  Devon pressed, oblivious to the fact that the boy underneath him was checking out his goods.

“I don’t know,” Trevor huffed, his eyes narrowed on the older boy’s dangling basket.

Devon laughed. “Uh oh, better think quick then, cause I’m about to pin you.” 

Devon hadn’t meant to be mean or mocking, but Trevor took the good-natured banter as a put-down and sprung in to action.

“Well, I suppose I can do this!” Trevor, having pushed past any linger doubts, reached up into the older teen’s shorts and grabbed ahold of his precious jewels.

Devon suddenly froze as the younger white boy’s hand gripped his gonads.  His eyes wide with surprise, and all the confidence in his face evaporated.

Trevor was surprised how quickly Devon’s demeanor had shifted.  Maybe Corey had been right after all.  He cradled Devon’s nutsac, playing with its contents and probing them with his fingers.  They were oval shaped like footballs and firm, but slippery in their pouch.

“No Trev, you can’t do that…” Devon stammered as the younger boy started playing with his balls, rolling the fat orbs between his fingers.  His lips curled as Trevor worked his nuts over, twisting and pulling them this way and that.  It wasn’t long before he began to feel queasy. 

Devon tried getting away, but when he tried to stand up Trevor tightened his grip until his legs became wobbly and he couldn’t walk.

“Oh? And why can’t I do this?”  Trevor asked coyly as he continued to mash Dylan’s hapless love spuds.

“Ouch!” Devon coughed, “Because… it’s not legal!  Ungh, God… now stop squeezing my nuts! You’re hurting me!”  Devon cried and tried cupping his groin, but the angle Trevor was holding his balls made it impossible to extricate his manhood.

A hard squeeze sent a shiver down Devon’s spine and he bucked.  “Fuck, no man, please…” he croaked.

Trevor’s head swooned with elation.  Devon was bigger, faster, and stronger than him, but all the muscles in the world couldn’t save him now.  As each second went by,  more and more of Devon’s resolve was stolen away, and replaced with deep, hollow ache that spread from his groin to his stomach.

“My balls…”  Devon’s mouth gaped open and he shook his head, “you’re crushing them…”

Seeing that he had the teenage stud on the ropes, Trevor decided it was time to find out just how much more he could hurt his big step-brother.  With both nuts firmly in his grasp, he pulled down on Devon’s baby-makers and squeezed them as hard as he could.

“Shit… stop it… I swear, if you don’t I’ll…I’ll…” Devon squeaked as his voice became shrill and desperate.

His balls throbbed angrily as Trevor’s fingers dug into them, depressing the beefy nuggets and causing them to flatten. 

Devon howled in pain, unable to cope with the devastation inflicted upon his manhood, he curled up over him in agony. 

Trevor eased up his grip when he saw his step-brother’s head slump down.  Still, he twisted Devon’s nuts a few times just to make sure he was completely out.

Devon grunted, but didn’t stir.

Satisfied, Trevor rolled Devon off him and forced the older boy on to his back.  Devon moaned quietly, but didn’t put up a fight.

“Enough of this over the clothes action, it’s time to find out what you’re packing.”  Trevor pulled the nylon shorts until they were down around Devon’s knees and was suddenly confronted by a thick, 8 inch monster that hung limp over a pair of swollen nuts.

“Damn, looks like someone remembered to eat their Wheaties,” Trevor gasped as he took ahold of the impressive meat-tube and cupped his heavy balls with the other.

Devon groggily began to protest, but firm squeeze to his naked and exposed testicles reminded him that Trevor was in control.

“Jesus, these things feel full.  How often do you jerk off?”  Trevor asked as he slowly rubbed the underside of the teen jock’s shaft.

Devon looked like hew was out of it, his mind too occupied with pain emanating from his aching manhood, but Trevor twisted his nuts until he coerced another response.

“Most days,” Devon eventually spat out.  He coughed, gasping for air, desperate to ease the vice grip on his genitals.

“Ha, can’t say I’m surprised,” Trevor laughed wryly.  He began alternating his grip between gently kneading and crushing the dense orbs in the older boy’s sac.  He liked the silly faces Devon made when he turned up the pressure and wondered how he might get him to make more.

Then, he was struck with a wicked idea.

“You sure are packing a lot of heat down here, Dev,” Trevor said as he slowly switched his grip so he was now holding Devon’s immense penis too. “I bet your nuts could use a release.”

Devon squirmed at the touch, but there was nothing he could do to get away from Trevor.

“Relax bro, just relax.  I’m just trying to make you feel good.” Trevor said calmly as he slowly pumped Devon’s shaft.

“What!?” Devon’s voice cracked into a higher octave as if he were re-entering puberty. “Oh, hell no... please... stop...”

Once more Devon tried fighting back, unfortunately for him, Trevor had done such a number on his balls that all his strength and will to fight had been squeezed out of him.  Instead, he watched helplessly as his younger step-brother had his way with him, jerking him off as he slowly ground his tender testes into mush.

Several of minutes of silence past between them as Trevor worked the 19 year-old’s manhood. 

Though it was obvious that Devon was an unwilling participant, Trevor couldn’t help but feel like this was somehow helping them bond.  It certainly was an odd looking scene, considering Trevor was a small, skinny white kid holding down a big, powerful black teen as he slowly and methodically jerked him off.  In a way, it made them feel  closer to each other than any point before, something so close and intimate, almost like they were actual brothers.

“Come on Dev, there’s no point fighting it.  I can feel you getting hard.”

Devon bit his lip and gasped when he looked down to see his dick jutting up defiantly.  “Oh, no. Please, don’t…”

“Oh, yes!  You can feel it too, can’t you? You’re going to cum soon.” Trevor pressed. His hand became slick with precum as it glided along the older boy’s stiff member. 

If it was impressive when soft, Devon’s cock was magnificent when it was erect.  It must have been at least 9-10 inches long, the shaft thick and veiny, and the head flared and shiny. Trevor tried to imagine all the girls he’d drilled with his tool, and all the college chicks yet to come. 

That is, of course, that was if Devon still had a sex life when he was done with him.  How much would it take to crack his precious stud eggs, permanently?  Not much, Trevor reasoned as he squashed the older’ teen’s delicate testes. 

Devon’s handsome features were contorted in a mixture of pain and confusion. 

“Your balls look so sore and tender, I bet they can’t wait to pump their load out.  All that grinding and squeezing must really be making them feel sore now.”  Trevor smiled as he crushed the plump orbs against one another.

Devon winced and began panting as his dick pulsated.  He shook his head in frustration.

“That’s it, just a little bit more.  Another few seconds and you won’t be able to stop yourself from busting that nut.” Trevor grinned as he turned his full attention to Devon’s rigid pole, stroking it with both hands, leaving his big, brown balls to bounce ponderously in their sac.

Devon moaned, though it was unclear whether it was from the pain, embarrassment, or pleasure.  Perhaps it was some combination of all three.  His dick became even harder and pointed up at the ceiling as the climax grew within him.

Devon began to moan, gently at first, but it  gradually became louder as the pressure in his loins grew. 

“No don’t, you’ve already done enough… please, please don’t make me cum.”  Devon begged, but it was already too late.

His phallus was pulsating, eager to release it’s load. Then, when he couldn’t hold back another second, his dick coughed out a thick rope of baby-batter that splashed against his muscular abs.

“Oh, fuck…” Devon groaned in horror.

Trevor kept stroking and watched Devon’s testicles churn and contract as his dick kept pumping out more and more white sludge. After more than a dozen healthy surges, Devon was spent but his balls looked just as fat and bloated as ever.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself after all.”  Trevor smiled, grabbing Devon’s ballsac and squeezing the juicy plums within.

Devon moaned as dull ball ache cut right through the afterglow of his orgasm.  “Fuck… stop it, you made your point,” he groaned.

Trevor nodded, but only squeezed Devon’s bull nuts harder and watched with glee as his dick whither and softened like a limp noodle.

Devon’s eyebrows arched and his lips twisted in pain. 

Trevor kept squeezing, grinding his step-brother’s meaty balls nearly to the point of no return until finally he was rewarded with three short surges of white cream that leaked out of Devon’s soft dick onto to his thigh.

Trevor hefted Devon’s spent scrotum in his hand and felt the orbs within.  “That’s it, I think they’re empty now. But I’ll check back tomorrow to make sure they stay that way.”

Devon gurgled something incomprehensible.

“Don’t worry bro, I’m lookin’ out for you.”  Trevor smirked and backhanded Devon square in the nuts with a loud ‘SMACK.’

Devon grunted in pain and rolled on his side, still covered in his own spunk and softly cried.

- Devon is based on the model Brandon Foster from Randy Blue. -

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Men of the House - Part VI

This is a wonderful Men of the House story submitted by Melvilleh.  It sticks with Corey and his friend Jake, and fits in perfectly with the series.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!


Corey’s Wrestling Gambit

“It looks fine. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Corey was leaning back in a bean bag chair drinking a Coke and pretending to look very bored.

“I think maybe coach gave me the wrong size. This feels a little tight.”

Corey’s best bud and next door neighbor Jake was stretching out on the workout mat in Corey’s basement rec room. He was trying to convince his friend to lift weights with him after school since he was going to try out for the wrestling team next week. He turned around and Corey nearly spit out his soda trying to keep from laughing. The sheer wrestling uniform looked like it had been handed down for several years worth of JV squads, and it clung to him like a second skin. To make matters more, umm, obvious, Jake apparently didn't realize that most guys wear a jock under their uniform to keep their equipment in place. The yellow spandex left nothing to the imagination, and Corey could see every inch of Jake’s teen manhood from all the way across the room. Jake was scanning his reflection in the mirror and pulled uncomfortably at the fabric around his crotch. He was a handsome young man with short black hair, clear skin, and bright brown eyes. He was definitely stud material like his older brother Alex, but right now he was feeling self-conscious.

Corey eventually stopped coughing on his soda and tried to keep a straight face. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to be tight. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Jake turned back to his friend, blushing shyly. “I’m just thinking that girls go to the matches, you know? It feels kind of revealing.”

Corey pretended to be surprised and squinted, taking in an eyeful of Jake’s bulging crotch. “I can’t really see much from over here. But maybe if you grow a bit by time the season starts…”

Jake scowled and laid down on the bench press. “Whatever, dude. Practice starts tomorrow, so you should get some reps in too.”

Corey popped a video game into the X-Box. “I changed my mind. I don’t feel like trying out. Wrestling is a pussy sport.”

Jake sat up quickly and stared at his friend incredulously. “What do you mean you don't feel like it? Wrestlers are better conditioned than any other sport. Even the lightest weight guy on the varsity team would wipe the floor with you.”

Corey’s eyes were glued to the game, like he was only half paying attention. “You couldn’t. And that uniform looks ridiculous. I didn't want to tell you before.”

“The fuck I couldn’t!” Jake stomped over and stood blocking the TV, feeling very offended. He was the star of the JV soccer team and had always been a more natural athlete than his friend. But Corey was the clever one and somehow always found a way to get him worked up or in trouble. Nevertheless, he preferred to have his best friend try out for the team with him.

“C’mon,” Jake wined, “My brother was on the team when he was in high school, I’ll show you some moves before the tryouts.”

“…” Corey was ignoring him and craning his neck to see his game.



Jake grabbed the controller out of Corey’s hands and tossed it away. He stared down at his friend, who had immediately begun pouting. “Alright, let’s make a deal. We wrestle, and if I pin you in a fair…uuuuugggghhhh!”

The rest of his macho challenge was cut off as Corey’s palm lashed out and smacked the bulge in his uniform. Quick as lightening, his bare foot followed, smushing Jake’s nads and lifting him slightly up off his feet. His eyes bulged and he made a small squeaking sound in the back of his throat. Then he tumbled forward and rolled onto his side, moaning and massaging his sore testicles through the sheer singlet.

“You bitch! I said a FAIR match!” He rolled around on the floor, kicking his feet and trying to find relief for his aching jewels. He should have known Corey well enough to stay on his guard.

“Ok,” Corey said, retrieving the controller and resuming his video game. “Go see if Dylan wants to be the ref.” Jake scowled at him and grunted his agreement.


Dylan had been in his room working on homework, and at first he had been bemused by the request to ref a wrestling match between his bro and his buddy. But he decided that he could use a break, and anyway he sucked at calculus. Corey’s friend from next door seemed to be taking the whole thing a little too seriously, though. He kept going on about different kinds of holds, and he was even wearing a singlet.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Corey and I used to watch wrestling on TV, no worries,” Dylan said.

Jake objected, “That’s not real wrestling. This is like in the Olympics.”

Dylan laughed and looked around the rec room comically. “This is NOT like in the Olympics.”

“How about you can wrestle how you want, and I will wrestle how I want,” Corey suggested, glancing sideways at Jake’s obvious bulge.

Jake protested and looked seriously at Dylan. “And no hits below the belt.”

Dylan raised his eyebrows, suddenly understanding why Corey’s friend wanted a referee. He loved his little bro, but Corey could be brutal when it came to other guys’ junk. Dylan’s balls contracted a little just thinking about it. As a matter of fact, he noticed that Corey’s friend was already walking gingerly and looking a little green…

“Absolutely not,” Dylan agreed. “Only a fair fight in my ring. Or mat? Or whatever this is.”


The boys faced each other, waiting for the signal. Jake’s wiry, athletic build filled out his uniform nicely, and his olive skin looked great with the school’s bright yellow colors. He was concentrating and tried to look intimidating. Corey on the other hand was slouching in jeans and a skate tee shirt, but Dylan had made him remove his shoes. His bangs fell almost over his eyes. To the casual observer he looked bored, but his alert eyes occasionally darted to his buddy’s spandex-clad groin; Jake’s manhood was clearly defined and vulnerable. Corey smiled.

On Dylan’s cue, the contestants locked arms and Corey was almost immediately tackled to the floor. As promised Jake knew a few moves and was naturally light on his feet. In a matter of seconds he had twisted Corey’s arm behind his back and pressed his face into the floor. He applied pressure to the arm trying to flip Corey for the pin. For his part Corey resisted and grunted in pain and annoyance, trying every way possible to squirm out of the hold. Eventually Dylan called a stalemate and Jake popped up to his feet looking quite pleased with himself. He pointed to the floor indicating that Corey had to start in the bottom position. Corey started on hands and knees while Jake reached around him waiting for the start. On Dylan’s command, they grappled again, Jake remaining in control and leveraging Corey back down to the mat. With his arm trapped behind him in the hold, Corey casually felt around until his fingers grazed the bulge in Jake’s singlet. He ran the palm of his hand over Jake’s warm shaft and lightly drummed his fingertips on his jewels. Jake immediately froze, sensing danger. He awkwardly untangled the hold and hopped away, tripping in the process. Corey took advantage of the situation and jumped on his back, copying the arm bar hold that had just been used on him.

Corey knew well that his brother Dylan hated to see guys take one in the balls, so there was no way that he could beat Jake his way. But if that little grope was enough to get him flustered, this was match was going to be easy regardless. He maneuvered behind his friend, who was trying to rise out the start position on his hands and knees. Dylan was staying close, so he know he had to be very subtle. Corey leaned forward, trapping one of Jakes legs and keeping him off balance. While Dylan observed from above, Corey reached down between Jake’s spread knees and positioned his arm for a lift. But before executing the move, he closed his grip loosely around his friend’s meaty balls, hefting them through the thin fabric. He never squeezed, just let Jake know that he was there. Jake felt the grip on his prized possessions and yelped, panicking and jolting to get out of the hold. In no time Corey had his shoulders pinned to the mat. Jake kicked desperately and bridged to get out while Dylan scooted around to see the pin from every angle. Corey  looked down at his struggling friend and smirked; he reached back and ran his fingers slowly toward Jake’s flopping bulge to give him an appreciative squeeze, waiting for Dylan to call the pin.

Unfortunately for Corey, his strategy did not account for the adrenaline rush that his friend would get from the prospect of getting his testicles grabbed again. Jake bucked wildly and toppled out of the hold, knocking Corey to the floor before Dylan could count the pin. Jake’s wrestling instincts took over, and he leapt on top, quickly immobilizing Corey with a grapevine pin. With his head locked and his legs spread too wide for leverage, defeat was inevitable. Corey was about to give up the struggle when he felt an explosion of pain like he had never felt before. Jake had taken a page out of his friend’s book and reached back between Corey’s spread legs, pounding his fist like a hammer into the bulge in his jeans. Corey didn't know which was worse: the pain or getting beaten at his own game. The breath left his lungs and he quit resisting as his shoulders were pinned to the mat. He waited for Dylan to count the pin. But it never came.


“Hey, what the fuck, man? I said no low blows!” Dylan had seen the unfair move and angrily pulled Jake off of his brother, who was still frozen in pain. “Corey, are you ok?” Corey’s hands slowly moved to his aching groin while he heard his brother tearing into Jake.

Jake put his hands up, protesting his innocence and hoping to finish the match, but Dylan would have none of it. Corey turned to watch as Jake shrugged his shoulders and casually lifted his foot into Dylan’s crotch, his surprise attack catching him full force. He saw his brother’s shocked look, then saw the pain wash over his face as he tumbled to his knees rolled on to his back, cupping his nuts and groaning. Jake’s cocky attitude was on full display and he gloated, “Man, that was easy. If you’re gonna play, you've got to play to win.”

Jake seemed satisfied that Dylan would not interfere in the match any more and turned back to Corey to finish what he started. He saw Corey still on his hands and knees, pathetically whining about his nuts, just like his brother. What a bitch, he chuckled. What Jake did not see as he walked over was the look of outrage in Corey’s eyes. Outrage that anyone—anyone other than him, of course—would sucker kick his brother in the balls. He gathered his rage as Jake sauntered over and directed it into a massive uppercut. Corey’s punch connected with with a splat, massacring both of Jake’s defenseless balls. He could actually see, as if in slow motion, his lycra clad bulge shift and smash off his fist. Jake was stunned but remained standing on shaking legs, then he slowly bent over as the pain crashed through his guts. Corey straightened him back up and spun him around so that he was facing Dylan before driving another uppercut between his legs from behind, wrecking his balls a second time.

Jake stumbled a few steps toward where Dylan was lying, his hands slowly moving to cover his groin. He was still standing, but he was a mess. Despite his own pain, Corey found himself smiling broadly and bounced to his feet cheerfully. He walked up behind Jake and put his arm around his buddy’s shoulders. The pain had put Jake totally out of it; his eyes were glassy and his mouth hung slightly open. He swayed slightly.

“Cheaters never win, buddy.” He ran his hand down Jake’s opposite side, drumming his fingers on his hip. His hand glided over the other boy’s abs and his fingers brushed across his cock, which was resting sideways in his singlet. He traced the shaft with his thumb, and Jake responded involuntarily, his breath hitched in his throat while his cock plumped up. Jake’s equipment was no match for his older brother Dylan’s, but Corey still found it fascinating to feel up the teen stud.

“Plus I told you before not to mess with my brother. That was a cheap shot.” Corey’s exploring hand traveled south, groping Jake’s warm sac, hefting his warm testicles. Jake’s knew the danger he was in and his eyes were wide with fear, but the shots to his nuts had sent pain shooting down his legs, paralyzing him and leaving him helpless against Corey’s groping.

“You should say sorry.” Corey applied pressure, slowly grinding his nuts against one another. Jake felt sick, and his mind was blank except for the pain radiating from his groin. “You should say sorry,” Corey repeated, sharply pinching the tip of his hardening dick and bringing tears to his eyes. Jake yelped like an injured puppy and stuttered, “I’m sorry Dylan, I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

Corey pulled away and patted him on the back, smiling. Dylan was still lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “All good,” he said in a hoarse voice. Confirming that Dylan was still not looking at them, Corey went back to one knee behind Jake and lined him up for the knockout. Jake was swaying with this legs slightly spread, his bulge visible between the globes of his athletic ass. The uppercut was devastating, sinking into his defenseless balls and crunching them into his pelvis. The wrestler’s eyes lost focus and crossed comically, and he pitched forward, landing face down.

Fortunately for Jake, he did not face-plant into the floor, and his impact was cushioned by something soft. Unfortunately for Dylan that something soft belonged to him: Jake crashed head-first between his spread legs, effectively head butting his balls into the floor. Dylan shrieked and collapsed back against the floor as Jake’s head remained pinned to his crotch.

“Hey!” Corey clicked his tongue disapprovingly at Jake, whose head was still between Dylan’s legs. “I told you to leave him alone.” Corey pulled on Jake’s shoulder, rolling him on to his back. Dylan sighed in relief and cupped himself, closing his eyes to block out the pain. Corey gently patted him on the shoulder. “Hey Dylan.” No response. “Hey Dylan, c’mon!” The older teen opened one eye and squinted at his grinning sibling. “I’m winning! I’m willing! Will you still be the ref?” Dylan looked incredulous. Nevertheless he chuckled as Corey jumped on top of Jake and hooked his leg pro wrestling style. Despite his sore nuts, Dylan rolled on to his stomach and slapped the floor three times and announced Corey as the winner. He noticed how Jake appeared to be out of it, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Don’t worry about him,” Corey said, nudging Jake with his foot. The beaten teen groaned incoherently. “He’s just a sore loser. We were just gonna play video games unless you want to wrestle some more?”

Apparently more wrestling did not sound appealing to Dylan, who limped quickly across the room and seemed eager to make his exit before his nads encountered any more accidents. “No thanks, I’ve got a ton of calculus. Don’t forget your homework, Corey.” He shut the door quickly behind him.

Corey sighed in disappointment that the fun was over. Turning around, he glanced down at Jake, who was beginning to come around but had clearly been knocked down a few pegs. “You ok?” he asked. Jake mumbled something into the carpet and Corey used his foot to roll him on to his back. The shiny singlet clung to his sweaty torso, and his semi boner was clearly outlined against his lean abs. Corey shook his head. Jake was his very best friend, but he sure could be a dumb jock sometimes. The image reminded Corey of a movie scene he had reprised with Dylan on his last birthday.

“Hey Jake, I thought of a move I still want to practice.”


“I learned it from a movie,” he explained cheerfully, grabbling the other boy’s ankles and lifting his legs off the floor.

Jake already felt very vulnerable with his legs spread and clad only in his tight singlet, but he had only a vague idea of what Corey had in mind. Then he remembered seeing his brother Alex in a similar situation. When Alex visited a few months ago, Jake thought it would be funny to solicit Corey’s help to beat him down. Corey had ended up stomping a load out of Alex’s balls, and they had high-fived when Alex creamed all over himself like a loser. Now that Jake found himself in the exact same position as his brother, he doubted it would be so funny this time. His eyes went wide and he protested in a husky voice, “Wait, Corey, don’t man!”

He barely had time to raise his hands before Corey’s bare foot crashed down, mashing his nads while pulling on his legs for extra leverage. The lycra did just enough to hold his balls in place, and each time one of his prized jewels popped out from below Corey’s heel, he shifted his foot and ground it back into his pelvis again. The pain was sickening and he was helpless even to close his legs. Corey eased eventually up but his foot remained on his junk.

Jake felt his toes wiggle on the shaft of his cock and silently prayed that he wouldn’t get hard. Unfortunately, Corey always seemed to catch him in a compromised position and try as he might, his cock thickened and tented his yellow singlet. He felt Corey’s big toe trace the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip, and his breath left him panting and shaking. Corey dug his heel back into his nuts, rolling them from his taint and over his bone, the leaden pain sapping his remaining resistance.

Fuck. His whole mind was in his groin, where every inch of his manhood was getting owned by his best friend. The damp spot at the tip of his cock spread as Corey jacked him between his toes. He remembered Corey doing that to his brother, too, and the pathetic faces that Alex made.

He opened his mouth to beg one last time just as he lost all control and his throbbing cock exploded, squirting his creamy cum all over his abs inside his singlet. The lycra was glued to his body with sweat and cum, and he twitched and writhed on the floor as Corey’s toes ran over his sensitive tip, milking every last drop.

Corey watched with interest as the last drops of cum oozed onto Jake’s abs, his bright uniform now darkened with a large sticky stain over the front. “That was rad,” he said, gently releasing  his friends legs, wiping the cum from the bottom of his foot on Jake’s thigh. “Ha! You shot more than your brother Alex!” The beaten teen had his eyes tightly shut, and his cheeks were flushed. His heavy breathing slowed and returned to normal; he was totally spent.

“What do you want?” Jake asked after a few minutes. His eyes were still closed, but he knew Corey was staring at him.

“Do you want to play video games now?” Corey asked. Jake blinked and looked around as if to make sure he had heard correctly. Corey stared at him impatiently.

“Uuuhh, sure,” he replied, grimacing as he sat up. The feeling of cold jizz against his chest made him shiver. “Maybe I should take a shower first.” Corey offered a hand and pulled his friend to his feet. Jake reached down and adjusted his singlet,  strangely modest despite the recent events. “Be back in a sec.”

Corey watched his buddy’s round ass as he walked to the door, limping and cupping his junk. He went back to his bean bag and turned his game back on. Their match had only been a fifteen minute delay, so he hoped they could beat the next level before dinner.

- Jake in his wrestling singlet. -

Friday, September 30, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 7 - Liam Finally Gets His Date

Liam was looking a bit grim as he and Julie stood in line at the movie theater box office.  He looked handsome as ever, his pale alabaster skin, offset by his green eyes and red mop of hair and angular jawline.  He was wearing his blue button down shirt and tan kakis pants that hugged his groin just a bit too tightly.  Julie had said they looked great on him, but each movement and bump to his manhood served as a fresh reminder of how thoroughly her younger brother Paul had busted his balls just before their date.

Liam had wanted to cancel the date, but having stood Julie up once already, he feared he’d never get another chance.  Instead, he managed to fight through the pain and pulled himself off the floor, despite the pit that was in his stomach.

Julie squeezed his hand until he returned her gaze and tried to smile back, but instead he looked like he was about to enter a dentist’s office for a 4 hour root-canal.

Julie looked gorgeous, her long brown hair was combed straight and she was wearing a bright sun dress that accentuated her ample cleavage.  Usually, Liam’s eyes would have been fixated on Julie’s breasts, but his face look drawn and his gaze distant.

“We’re going to have fun tonight!  It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had some time to ourselves,”  Julie’s hand slid to the front of his khakis and gently rubbed the bulge in his crotch.

Liam’s mouth opened wide and he moaned as his nuts constricted and his stomach spasmed. 

Julie mistook his reaction, and decided to turn up the heat by giving the bulge in his pants a squeeze.

Liam gasped and nearly doubled over in pain, but Julie didn’t seem to notice.  Luckily for him, the line started moving and Julie was forced to release her grasp as they approached the ticket counter.

With tickets in hand, they stopped at the concession stand. 

“Can you order me a big popcorn please, with lots of butter?” Julie asked Liam sweetly.

“Oh, yeah…ok, sure.”  Liam shrugged and turned to the sales attendant.  “May I have one large popcorn please?”

“Extra butter…”  Julie whispered as she reached back between Liam’s legs and patted his crotch playfully. “Don’t forget, I want lots and lots of butter.”

Liam’s jaw dropped and he gripped the edge of the counter as Julie gently, but insistently palpitated her grip on his bruised balls through his thin cotton pants.

“Sorry, but could you please add more, more…” he fumbled his words as his attention was drawn to Julie’s hand over his groin.

A hard yank made the poor Irish stud yelp and cringe in pain. 

“More butter, please!”  Liam squeaked in a higher octave.

The concession worker nodded uncertainly at the pale young man who looked like he was about to be sick.  His lips were curling and he appeared to be sweating.  After dowsing the popcorn with another portion of liquid butter, he handed it to the couple.  “Can I interest you in some roasted peanuts?”

“No thanks, we’re all set on nuts right now,” the young woman giggled.

“Thanks anyway,” the young man croaked and left a twenty dollar bill on the counter.  The clerk took the money and watched in fascination as the young man waddled off with his date.

The theater was packed that night, and considering it was the opening night of a typical summer blockbuster, the room was filled with young and old people, many of whom appeared to be on dates themselves.

Julie scanned the room and picked out a place in the far left corner.  “Over there, I see two seats.”

After getting his nuts twisted in front of the concession counter, Liam was just barely capable of carrying the popcorn and didn’t protest - though the jostling his manhood received as they climbed the stairs to their seats only made him want to hurl even more.

When they reached their seats, Julie had Liam sit first so that he was up against the wall and she sat next to him.

“There, that’s better,” she smiled. “And look, there’s no one behind us to see what we might get up to.”

Liam cleared his throat as Julie placed her hand on his thigh.  “Julie it’s ok, why don’t we just watch the movie?”

Julie crept close against the nape of his neck and took in his cologne. “Oh no, I always wanted to do this kind of thing.”

Liam took in a sharp breath as Julie’s hand found it’s way into his lap and began massaging his groin.  His balls ached painfully, but the feel of her hands touching his dick made his chest swell.

Then, she kissed him and he kissed her back, their teenage hormones roaring as the lights in the theater were taken down and the trailers started to play.

Julie didn’t waste any time and broke away from their kiss to  unclasp Liam’s belt before he could raise any protests.  A few seconds later, she’d managed to unfasten his pants button and was sliding down the zipper.

Liam was sure the people sitting in front of them heard the metallic zip and would turn around any second, but Julie didn’t seem concerned.  Instead, she was yanking down on his pants so hard that he was afraid she might tear them, so he lifted off his seat just enough for her to pull them down halfway around his knees.

“There, that’s better.”  Julie whispered as she rubbed the large pouch in his boxer-briefs that contained his manhood.

Liam’s eyes widened and scanned the room nervously.

Julie met his gaze and smiled.  “Don’t worry, we’re fine.  Just relax and enjoy the movie.”

Liam looked like he was about to say something, but bit his lip and trembled as she gently kneaded his dick and balls through his underwear.  In almost an instant, his member hardened in her hand while the rest of the movie theater watched the movie trailers playing through before them.

“I don’t think we should-“  Liam whispered in Julie’s ear, but she ignored him and kept playing with his manhood until the movie began.

Julie used the lapse in action and in the dark, managed to fish around inside Liam’s boxer-briefs until her palm brushed against his sac and her hand closed around his hefty plums.

Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat and try to stifle his cough as Julie rolled his nuts between her fingers.  “Julie, no.  What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just… I love your balls,” Julie replied quietly.  “I love how big, and warm, and soft they feel in my hand.  And how easy it is to control them.  Just a little tug or squeeze, and I bet I can get you to cry.” 

A subtle moan slipped out of Liam’s mouth coinciding with Julie pinching the dense orbs inside his scrotum were crushed against one another. 

The pain lasted for only a moment before she loosened her grip.

“Don’t worry, I like these things too much to break them,” Julie smiled against the light from the movie screen.  “I just like the cute faces you make when you squirm!”

Julie squeezed his nuts again, and pulled him into a long, open kiss.  At first, Liam only moaned back into her mouth, but after a few seconds, he began kissing her back. 

They kept kissing for over a minute, the entire time Julie kept kneading Liam’s balls with zeal.


The sound of a huge explosion ripped through the theater as the image of a car blew up on screen.

Julie jumped in surprise and her grip tightened like a vice around Liam’s poor nuts.

Liam cried out, but his voice was drowned out by the action on the screen.  He grabbed Julie’s arm and attempted to save his manhood, but her iron grip on him didn’t budge.  Instead, his legs and arms flailed about uselessly as her fingers dug in to his tender nut-flesh.

“Oh my God, that was so scary!” Julie gasped, still wrenching his nuts so hard that Liam’s stomach was twisted into knots.

Liam eked out a groan.

“Don’t you think so?” Julie asked and saw the look on his face and giggled.

Liam’s lips trembled and his eyes crossed.  His manhood ached and throbbed in response.

“Oh, I see. Looks like something else got scared straight.”  Julie whispered seductively as her other hand slid along Liam’s half-hard teenage dick.

The sensation of her hand on Liam’s shaft felt amazing, but the pain she’d inflicted on his nuts made it feel like he was pinned down by a pair of lead balloons.

“No, don’t,”  Liam choked back the pain that was radiating from his groin and stomach.  “We shoudn’t-“

“There’s no need Liam.  You love it when I do this to you, don’t you?”  Julie smiled.  She kept stroking Liam’s cock and jostled his balls inside his sac.

A fresh wave of nauseating pain washed over him and his nuts pulsated angrily against her grasp, but she managed to win him back with just a few short strokes of his dick. 

The sensation of having her petite hands slide against his rigid pole sent shock waves of pleasure through Liam’s young mind and left him wanting more.  The pain his nuts had born the brunt of didn’t matter at that moment.  Nothing did.

“Oh, God,” Liam whispered and gently began pushing his hips into Julie’s grip. His dick sputtered to life, spitting out a rivulet of clear liquid that trickled down his shaft.

With a lustful growl, Julie yanked Liam’s underwear down, revealing the large, bulbous head of his prick and big, round balls.  Liam scanned the dark theater nervously, but he got distracted from the fear of getting caught the moment Julie began sucking on his dick.

The handsome teen moaned. His stomach reeled, but that didn’t stop Julie from swallowing the full length of his 7 inch cock.

A woman in front of them turned around at the sound of the slurping noise and scowled, but the young couple didn’t even notice.

Liam slowly drew in breath as his date worked over his manhood over.  Julie was so hot, sexy, and thorough, it only it only took a couple of minutes of her attention before the urge to cum cut through his queasiness.

Liam’s head began to soar, but he was grounded by the fact that Julie was still holding on to his nuts, squeezing, slapping, and cat pawing at his fat, low-hangers as they bounced against his thighs. 

Despite the discomfort, a few minutes of her blowing him was all that was needed before Liam felt like he was ready to blow.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum, ok?”  Julie whispered hoarsely as she came up for air. 

Liam nodded vacantly and he sat back as Julie’s head resumed bobbing up and down in his lap.

Liam gently moaned again which caused a few more turned heads, but he didn’t care.  Julie’s mouth felt so good around his cock, he never wanted the feeling to pass.

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t seem to notice the muscles in his legs were clenched tight, or that his dick was hardening into a steel rod.  All he could think about was how good it felt…

Then, almost before he knew what was happening, Liam’s cock exploded in her mouth.

Julie reared back when the first spray of Liam’s stud-juice splashed against the back of her mouth.  She nearly gagged on the salty substance, but she quickly gathered her wits and jumped into action, locking her fingers around his nutsac and twisted Liam’s juicy balls down against the base of his sac.

Liam moaned in pain and tried cupping his crotch, but he was too slow to stop Julie from torquing his meaty nuggets against one another. 

The poor teen stud stamped his feet in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.  Julie’s little maneuver had not only halted his orgasm, but she’d managed to pinch off his ball cords, effectively blocking them off, and left his churning, cum-filled testicles screwed up around each other around the base of his cock.

“Noooooo…”  Liam croaked, gripping the arms of his chair as the aguish from his throbbing, rapidly swelling scrotum overtook him.

“Oh yes!” Julie hissed and squeezed his contorted ballsac. “Now you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Liam cringed painfully and nodded desperately.

Julie shoved the bag of popcorn into his hands.  “Take this and hold it steady.  I want you to aim for this.”

“What? Why?”  Liam whispered hoarsely. 

Julie didn’t bother answering. “Just get ready,” she said gave his nuts a quarter turn.

Liam’s chest heaved and his back arched in response as a small glob of white appeared at the end of his prick.

Looking pleased, Julie palpitated the twin orbs in her grasp and watched Liam’s dick shudder in response, leaking out another thick blob of cream.

Liam coughed.  He looked like he was going to be sick. 

“That’s it, I think we’re getting somewhere,” Julie whispered as she twisted and pinched Liam’s beefy balls between her fingers.  “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

Liam met her gaze and nodded slowly. His face was a mask of pain, but his eyes were pleading.

“Good!”  Julie was kneading his soft, yielding baby-makers between her fingers.  “They certainly feel full!”

Liam’s lips curled and he nodded in agreement.  His sore balls were turning an angry shade of beet red.

“So why are you being so stubborn then?” She hissed and yanked down on his scrotum.

Liam’s head snapped back and was about to howl in agony, but his cries died in his throat when Julie reared back in her seat and punched him square in the nuts.

She hit them dead center, made easier by the fact that Liam’s cock was still stiff and out of the line of fire of his large, drooping nutsac.

The sound of knuckles crunching into soft flesh seemed to echo in the theater.

Liam winced and grunted in pain, but that didn’t stop Julie from smashing his balls again.

Liam’s dick throbbed rapidly as Julie pummeled his nutsac like it was her own personal speed bag. 

Liam looked like he wanted to cry and his body spasmed.

At the same moment the pressure in his testicles became irresistible and the mushroom head of his dick began sputtering to life, sending trails of white against the row in front of them.

Then, with one final devastating punch, Julie’s fist drove into Liam’s poor balls like a freight train, smashing them hard, right up into the gap where his thighs met his pelvis. 

Liam yelped as a batch of his Irish stud-sauce suddenly came barreling out of his dick and sprayed the air in front of him like a shotgun. 

Julie giggled with glee and took hold of Liam’s cock, aiming it as he dowsed the popcorn with his salty splooge. She kept stroking his dick, making sure he shot his entire wad.  Then, when he appeared to stop she grabbed both his balls between her fingers and squeezed them hard.

Liam’s screamed silently and his head lolled back, but Julie was rewarded with another large glob of baby-batter.

Julie sat back up with the popcorn bucket that was covered in a shiny sheen and began chowing down happily, appearing to be suddenly interested in the movie.

Liam cupped his sore balls and shut his eyes tight.

Julie looked back at him and offered him a piece.  “You want some popcorn?  It’s really good.”

Liam scowled and shook his head.

“Your loss,” she shrugged and went back to watching the movie, completely ignoring him or the fact that she’d just milked and busted a load out of him.

“Excuse me, sir?”  A movie attendant was hovering over him with a low powered flashlight illuminating Liam’s lap and pointing at his still half hard cock and bruised balls. 

“You can’t take your clothes off in the movie theater…”  The attendant cleared his throat uncomfortably.  “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh,” he groaned hoarsely.  Liam was mortified by their discovery, but was surprised to see Julie shrug it off. 

“Sorry, mate,” he stuttered as he fumbled in the dark to pull his clothes back on, grunting as he stuffed his sore nuts into his trousers.  If his pants had seemed a bit snug before, now they were practically bursting at the seam, bulging obscenely to contain his swollen manhood. 

The attendant looked back at him sternly and waited impatiently as more heads around the theater turned to watch.  The added audience didn’t help, so Liam gave up with his zipper stuck only halfway closed.

“Come on,” he whispered hoarsely to Julie.

“No, I’ll stay here.  The movie has another half hour, wait for me outside?” Julie ate another piece of his seasoned popcorn without breaking eye contact with the screen.

“Sure, I guess.”  Liam cleared his throat.

“You’re such a sweetie, thank you!” Julie said in sing-song voice and patted the generous bulge in his pants a couple of times.

Liam bent over and nearly wretched.

“Let’s go, sir.” The attendant was insisting now.

Liam nodded, turning and hobbled out of the movie theater with the attendant in tow.  There were a fair number of jeers and cat calls that came back from the last few rows as he made his exit.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -