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by MasturMate We were playing war-games. I had been recruited, rather reluctantly on my part, to join the home team against a rival company, in what, to me, was surely an adult version of the 'Cops and Robbers' we used to play as kids. You know that they say about boys and their toys - they just get bigger and more expensive! But, what the hell, it was only one day in my life, and if it really did something to foster team spirit and company morale, I wasn't going to be a killjoy. Anyway, that week-end, I found myself one of thirty overgrown kids hunting each other down with paint guns, actually enjoying myself, as I ploughed my way though the thick bush on the disused army range. Even though I was bare-chested, stripped down to an old pair of khaki cut-offs, I was soon hot, sweaty and grimy as I tracked and hunted down my 'enemies'. I was still unscathed, feeling a little like Rambo - complete with headband - and my testosterone was pumping after the thrill of having made paint-blob "kills" of two of my rival team members. I'd ducked and double-backed, confidently, through the dense thicket - too confidently as it turned out - because someone suddenly jumped me from behind! Someone big and strong, far stronger than me and, as he held me pinned against him, his left arm wrapped tightly round my neck almost choking me, he thrust his right hand up from behind, between my legs, and grasped me firmly by the balls. I cried out in surprise and shock! His strong grip had me powerless; both the chokehold round my neck and the vise-like grip he had on my balls. He shoved his feet between mine and forced my legs apart. My naked shoulders were pulled back up against his bare chest, my back arched, my legs splayed, fighting for balance, my hips thrust involuntarily forward. I was momentarily paralysed by shock, at this unexpected attack - for that is what it was! I had been unaware of anyone even near me, let alone close enough to get me by the balls, but he must have been tailing me and as I'd doubled back I had probably walked right into his ambush. What the fuck was he up to? Was he out to capture me as a prisoner-of-war? If so I didn't remember POW's being part of any game plan, we were supposed to make our paint-gun kills that was all, so what the fuck did he think he was doing grabbing me by the balls? I was now alarmingly aware of his hot breath on my neck; his grunts; the smell of alcohol and tobacco; his male sweat; his strength and power and an unmistakable, raw, animal energy, but in my position I was powerless to even identify my attacker. As I fought and struggled, dropping my paint gun, I tried to wrestle his grip from my balls and neck, but he merely tightened his chokehold, slid his fist back, then up inside the leg of my shorts, grabbing my balls through the pouch of my jocks. Once I'd recovered from my initial shock I'd assumed his ball-grabbing was merely his way of immobilising me, but I soon realised that his attack on me was getting far too personal, even sexual and the more I tried to dislodge his hold on me, the tighter he gripped me. My struggle was ineffectual, and afraid that he would either choke off my air supply, or mash my balls, I stopped struggling. He dragged me backwards and I could see that we were under the overhang of a tree and that he was probably leaning back against the trunk for support. He changed his grip, sliding his hand up to my cock, gripping and groping it through the elasticised pouch. I bucked against him again, but his hold on me was firm and merciless and I floundered as he plunged his hand roughly along the length of my cock from balls to crown, again and again. "You fucking cock teaser!" he grunted into my ear: "This what you've been wanting?" What the fuck was he talking about? What the hell did he mean? "You like that boy?" "No!" I grunted against his forearm, "For fuck's sake cut it out! You got me, now let me go!" He ignored me, plundering my cock and balls through the fabric of my jocks, until he slipped his hand back under my crotch, and thrust it up inside the pouch, his naked fist now cupping and groping my naked balls. My body jerked at the rough and unfamiliar contact of his naked flesh on mine. Electrifying sensations exploded in my groin! I tried to look down to track what he was doing, but I could barely see past his muscled forearm and biceps. Fuck! "Squirrel" was a tag game we'd played as horny adolescents, grabbing each other by the nuts then running, but nobody had ever had me by the balls the way this guy had me now. Who the fuck was he? He was getting really personal, more blatantly and overtly sexual and I soon realised that his attack definitely had nothing to do with any game play or war-game manoeuvres. He was on a mission of his own and for some reason that mission was me! Why had he ambushed me; why accuse me of being a cock-teaser; what did he think he was doing; what did he want from me? These questions and more ricocheted through my startled brain; the only answer; that whatever he wanted, it was centred in my crotch and I was powerless to stop him. He shoved his hand further up between my legs, and I felt his fist sliding up inside my jocks, over my naked shaft. The sensation was totally paralysing, and in spite of myself I felt my cock responding to the feel of his strong, calloused hand, gripping, groping, stroking, and massaging. Jesus, another man was working my cock over, stroking it purposefully, and fuck, whether I liked it or not, my cock was responding to his urgent stimulation. I could feel it burgeoning steadily in his relentless grip. His deep voice rumbled in my ear again: "You like that boy?" I could only grunt my dissent again and futilely attempted to shake my head, locked in the crook of his elbow, his bulging biceps pressing against my throat. "No? You sure? Ah, but I think you do boy�by the feel of this potent fucking cock, you like it all right" He stroked it thoroughly from root to tip then back again. "You've been begging for it, fucker!" What the fuck was he on about? Why me? I may have been one of the youngest on the teams, but I was nobody's "boy"! How did he even know me if he was from the rival team? What the hell had I done to trigger his attack? Who the fuck was this guy? He was really pumping my cock now and it was rock-hard and throbbing. "Oh yeah, I think the boy likes it�really likes it!" He paused, gripping my rigid shaft firmly, just below my dickhead. I felt his thumb, sliding across my crown, smearing the pre-cum oozing from my primed cock, over and around it. My body convulsed again and again, as shock waves coursed though my body from the feel of his thumb teasing my engorged glans. "Oh yeah, the boy likes it, really likes it. Don't you boy, don't you?" My involuntary grunts and my rutting cock were a dead give away and it was useless denying that I was aroused and rock-hard! "Oh yeah, the boy likes it all right� fucking cock teaser!" Me? A cock-teaser? Where the fuck was he coming from? "What's it like having your cock teased, boy?" For fuck's sake! If he saw me as an unwitting cockteaser, when and how had I provoked him? If he was from the rival team, had I been unintentionally, overly friendly and informal while doing business with them? If on the other hand he was on our team that would explain how he was able to ambush me so effectively. It didn't explain though why he had launched his sexual attack on me, for that's what it had become. I was pretty outgoing and affable with most of my colleagues - had my camaraderie been misinterpreted? I struggled against him again, as hard as I could, trying to prise his forearm away from my throat, but he merely shifted his hand down to my balls again and gripped them, squeezing hard. "Easy boy�easy�and I'll go easy on you!" He withdrew his hand from between my legs, reached round and single-handedly began to tug at the buttons on my cut-offs. I grabbed at his hands again and he nearly choked off my air supply. "Relax boy, I know you want it�no use fighting it�so just relax and enjoy!" He had me there! Whatever else was going on in my mind, whatever my protestations, I was aroused, and now, in some bizarre way, I was getting off on being manhandled by my mystery assailant. One by one, he ripped open the buttons on my worn-out khakis, then tugged and shucked them down over my spread-eagled thighs. Before I could stop him, he was groping and stroking my bulging package, running his hands over the stretch pouch of my jocks, exploring both cock and balls, thoroughly. It was obvious from his ragged breath right in my ear, that he was getting off on getting me hot, hard and horny. Not satisfied with the feel of the thin barrier of fabric barely containing my raging cock, he shoved his hand down inside my jocks, grabbing my balls again, naked flesh on naked flesh. I bucked and thrust vainly, trying to free myself, my exposed butt chafing against the fabric of his shorts. He groped and massaged my balls again, rolling them around in his fist, squeezing lightly then firmly, lifting them and pressing them up against the base of my shaft, releasing and dropping them, tugging them down, cupping, jiggling, bouncing and tossing them in his palm. "Oh yeah, these big juicy balls are just loaded with hot steamy fuck juice�aren't they boy?" He massaged and rolled them again before locking round the very base of my cock, slowly inching his way up the full length of my throbbing shaft. "Fuck, the boy has a man's cock all right�don't you boy?" He tore at my jocks, shoving them down below my balls, my cock now jutting free, the waistband forcing my balls up against root of my shaft. He locked his fist round the very base again. I could feel him swaying it back and forth, could catch glimpses of my engorged crown as he wagged it around, levering it down, away from my groin, then releasing it so that it snapped back against my lower abs, testing its rigidity, again and again. I grunted helplessly each time my rigid dick slapped back, with a splat of pre-cum, against my lower abs. "Oh yeah, the boy is all man, all right, this is a mighty potent cock you got here, boy�like fucking sprung steel�shiiieeet!" He was right! My cock was fired-up by his manhandling. I had the boner of all boners, throbbing, jutting uncontrollably, coursing with hot pounding blood and lust. Each time he released it after prising it down, it snapped back against my lower abs. I could feel it welling, becoming even more rigid and engorged as he teased and toyed with it. Through the fabric of his shorts, I had also become aware of what was, clearly, his own erection, riding in the cleft of my naked butt. He was rubbing and thrusting his hard cock against me, which only made me renew my struggles. His stranglehold merely tightened, as did his grip on my cock. "Feel that, boy? Feel what your cock-teasing does to me? � you like that buddy? � like the feel of my hard cock?" Like? I shook my head vehemently, as he shoved and humped his hard-on against my bare butt and I struggled even harder. He jacked my cock hard and fast, thoroughly, purposefully and my struggle now became one for release, not only from his hold on me, but from the raw lust that had engulfed me. I looked round frantically, anxiously. Although we were in dense brush, which partly explains his successful ambush, anyone from either team could have stumbled upon us at any moment. That thought - the danger of being caught - instead of defusing my arousal, became an added thrill that merely incited my lust further, my cock raging in his driving fist. I was wrestling against him now, desperate for that ultimate release, my chest heaving and panting, my cock straining, sweat dripping from our bodies, trickling down between my bare back, and his hairy, grinding, naked chest. I could feel the hard nubs of his nipples pressed into my shoulder blades, and, as if he sensed that I could feel them, he reached up and teased and tweaked mine. I yelped instinctively as fresh shock waves of unaccustomed lust radiated out from my hypersensitive nips and exploded in my cock and balls. I bucked frantically, my back arching as he pinched and tweaked them, tugging and rolling each erect nub between his fingers. He laughed throatily at my agitated response - my nips were one of my hotspots! "Aha, the boy likes to have his tits teased too, eh? � a tit and cockteaser� mmm� feel my hard tits�feel them rubbing against you?" "Ugh�yeah�yeah!" "Oh fuck, yeah�our tits as hard as our dicks�you like that boy�you really, really like it, don't you�don't you, fucker?" As disturbing as his unfamiliarly, husky voice and taunting words were, they were inciting my intense arousal. "Yes�yes�fuck yes!" I hissed between clenched teeth, desperate, ready to blow my load, eager to end his unprovoked attack. "Oh yeah, the boy likes it, alright!" "Fuck! Aaah fuck�I'm gonna shoot man�I'm gonna cum�I'm gonna blow!" I grunted my warning against his powerful forearm. "Oh no, you're not boy, not yet you ain't!" To my dismay, he quickly slid his hand down over my abs, shoving my raging shaft aside and grabbed my balls hard - painfully hard - tugging them down and I hung suspended, teetering on the brink of orgasm, locked powerlessly in his brutal, crushing fist. I grabbed his fist in mine, frantically urging him to bring me off, but he shoved my hands aside releasing my balls and I felt them drop, as my cock jerked achingly in the warm summer breeze. I howled my disappointment as my impending orgasm ebbed away. What the fuck�? "Now boy, its payback time!" He eased his crotch away from my ass, and I could feel his hand moving against my naked butt as he single-handedly freed his cock from the confines of his shorts. As he reached round, grabbing my right hand in his, I felt his naked cock rear up against the cleft between the taut globes of my ass. Alarmed, I struggled frantically, desperately - fearing the worst - tightly clenching my defenceless ass! It was futile! With my neck still trapped, mercilessly in the crook of his strong arm, he brought my hand back, behind me and between us, and wrapped my fist round his hard cock. I stopped struggling, shocked at the feel of his thrusting, equally boned cock in my fist, but relieved that he too wanted his cock manhandled and wasn't about to try and fuck me. His cock felt lethal and powerful, filling my fist, the soft skin taut around rigid, throbbing gristle. I clenched my fist, feeling for the first time another man's cock in my grasp, the unfamiliar texture, simultaneously silky, rubbery, spongy, yet bone-hard. "That's it cock-teaser� you want to tease cock�go ahead, this is your chance! Tease it boy�tease it good!" He pulled my left hand behind me too. "Feel those balls boy, you've got them all juiced up, you been juicing them up for weeks, now let's feel just how good a cock-teaser you are!" Weeks? Is that how long he'd been biding his time? Ah fuck, I thought; just let this be over before one of the other guys stumbles across us! I felt obscenely naked and could just picture the sight that might surprise any one of the guys at any moment. My virtually naked body exposed, legs apart, crotch thrust forward, my shorts halfway down my thighs, the waistband of my jocks below my swollen balls, forcing them up against the base of my raging shaft, my rampant cock arcing up against my lower abs. His hand teasing and tweaking my fiercely erect nips, again and again, sending fresh waves of exquisite sensation radiating through my body and into my groin. My head trapped in the crook of his powerful arm, my involuntary grunts and groans echoing his, my body straining, my chest heaving and panting. To anyone coming across us unexpectedly, it would be obvious that he had me in his power, but how would I explain my rutting erection and the fact that I now had his balls in one fist and his cock in the other? It would be an impossible situation and I determined to end it by giving my attacker what he wanted and getting him off as quickly as I possibly could. I cupped his balls, groping and massaging them, gripped his shaft firmly and began to pound and pump his cock for all I was worth. "Whoa boy, whoa� easy does it �what's your rush...slowly�slowly �I want to savour this�here let me show you�!" I could hear the arousal in his voice, now laboured and ragged with lust. He ran his hand across my nips and chest, down over the ridges of my abs, further down over my groin, into my bush and massaged my pubic bone, my arcing cock jutting and rubbing against the back of his hand. He tugged and twisted my pubes before curling his thumb and fingers round the root of my cock, down under my balls, trapping both my cock and balls in the circle of his grip, squeezing tightly, and began jacking me at my very core. I could feel my taut balls forced up against the base of my shaft, above the circle of his fingers, could see my engorged dickhead oozing pre-cum, and feel the rest of my throbbing shaft jutting and jerking as he gunned me slowly and leisurely. It was another new experience for me, being jacked that low on my shaft, his cock-ringed fist working both balls and cock, fingers straying and massaging that sweet spot between balls and ass, another of my hotspots. "Come on boy�we're gonna play a little game of follow-the-leader!" With my hands behind me I couldn't quite imitate what he was doing. Instead I shoved my left hand up under his balls and circled the root of his cock, so that they too were forced up against the base of his shaft. I wrapped my right fist round his shaft and stroked slowly from root to tip, his balls rebounding off my fists with each downward stroke. "Ah yeah�.urrrhhhnnng� that's more like it, buddy�fuck yeah�aaargh!" He growled and with that he began to fuck my fist, bucking and thrusting his powerful cock into my grasp again and again. "You like that, boy? �like the feel of my hard cock fucking your fist?�cum on boy, fuck my cock good and hard�while you fuck my fist with your bonehard cock�come on, fuck it, you fucking cockfucker!" He slid his fist up my shaft, again, locking round it, and began to pump in long slow firm strokes, my balls slapping and bouncing. I thrust my cock to meet him and we began to fuck each other's fists in earnest, driving ourselves and each other towards orgasm. He had relaxed his grip round my neck slightly, as we lost ourselves in our lust. I was able to look down and watch his fist fucking my raging shaft and the sight incensed me, and I was pretty sure he was looking down between us, watching my fists fucking his cock. It was primeval, base and raw, and soon we were rutting with the abandon of two wild male animals. Our grunts and moans became uncontrollable curses and groans as we humped, bucked, thrust and fucked, our fists working each other's cocks over. We were drenched with sweat, precum slicking up our raging shafts as we careened towards orgasm. "Ah fuck�yeah�fuck yeahhh�come on boy�fuck it man�spunk my fucking cock�fuck it! Gonna bust your fucking balls�cummon�blow that load�let me see you shoot your hot load, fucker!" We pounded each other's cocks, mercilessly, rammed each other's fists furiously, until I felt his cock swelling and hardening even more; felt his balls pulling up taut. Suddenly, he released my cock, shoved my jocks lower down my thighs, reached back, ripped my hand from his shaft and plunged his cock between my legs, his dickhead poking and prodding against my ballsac. I hung onto his balls in my left fist, grabbed my own balls in my right, feeling and rubbing his dickhead as it ploughed into them from behind. He grabbed my cock again and pounded it relentlessly. He was wildly fucking me between my thighs, busting my balls with his thrusting dickhead as he beat my raw meat with a vengeance. "Ah Jesus, yeah�fuck man, I'm gonna blow�brace yourself boy�blast off! Aaarrrghhh�fuuuckkkk�ughhhhhh�.YEAHHHAAARRGHH". I tightened my grip on his taut ball-bag, squeezing hard, and he roared as he drove his cock into my sac till I felt his steamy, wet explosions bombarding my balls, again and again, finally driving me over the edge. My roars echoed his as my cock spasmed, and he scooped his blasting cum from my balls, using it as lube to stroke me to climax. My raging cock erupted with explosion after explosion of hot creamy jizz, as his slippery, cum-lubed fist milked my convulsing cock. I could see white ropes of creamy cum arcing and jetting out in front of me and we fucked and bucked until we had drained the last drops of searing cum from each other's balls. I sagged against him, spent and sated, after the most mind-blowing experience of my life. Our breath was ragged, our chests heaving and panting as he rasped: "Oh fuck�wild man�fucking wild�you hot, fucking cockfucker!" He withdrew his cock, released mine with a tug, and I sensed him rearranging his cock, felt him buttoning up. "Ah fuck boy! One cock-teaser to another, this may have been the first, but it definitely won't be the last! I'll be back for more, for sure! So watch that cock, fucker!" Without any warning, he pulled my headband down over my eyes and released me with a shove, sending me staggering, then sprawling, blindly into the undergrowth. I ripped the headband from my eyes, rolled over, in time to see a fleeting glimpse of his broad, naked back disappearing into the dense brush. Fuck, I was a mess; my hands, my cock and balls, groin and thighs spattered and gummy with spunk, my body sweaty and grimy. I mopped up as best I could, using my sweat-drenched headband, massaging the residue of tacky cum into my skin, before tugging my jocks and shorts back up, only to discover that he had ripped off one of the fly buttons. I lurched to my feet, feeling used and abused, still baffled by what could have provoked the assault, but feeling strangely elated too, after my unexpected initiation into male to male sex. An experience that I had to admit had produced the most momentous orgasm of my life! Who the fuck was he? How I was ever going to identify my mystery assailant remained to be seen, but I was determined to track him down somehow and revenge myself. What had he said? He'd be back for more? If that was the case, I was now prepared and our next encounter was going to be on my terms.