Odd Jobs (m/m) (by aznbbuster79 on Fri April 12th, 2013 8:49 AM)
“864. It’s over there on the right.” Jeff pointed to a pale blue house on the corner.
“Looked normal enough,” Marty thought to himself as he pulled his car up along the curb.
They parked and walked up to the front door.
A couple days ago, Marty had responded to an online ad offering to pay guys willing to fight while being filmed. The criteria was that the guys had to be good looking, athletic, and not the least bit shy.
Marty and Jeff fit the bill. Marty was 23, a clean 6 ft, with short black hair. His friend Jeff was 22, 6’1, with spiky blond hair. The two met through working odd jobs in construction and became fast friends. Blue-collar work was like a free gym membership. All the outdoor labor kept them tanned and toned. As far as looks were concerned, let’s just say whenever the two boys hit the bars, they never had to fight over girls. The girls were the ones fighting over them.
Unlike Jeff, Marty had previous experience with these online ads. He’d been filmed while wrestling other guys. Some fake. Some real. Almost always he was asked to take his shirt off. Some times he’d be asked to do a little more. Marty never really minded. As long as it pays, a job’s a job.
Marty wasn’t sure if his friend Jeff would share the same view, but he knew that Jeff was pretty strapped for cash. He had mentioned being short on rent this month. When Jeff agreed to apply to the ad, Marty knew that the two of them would be a popular pair. Sure enough, Marty and Jeff got the call to come in.
A man in his early forties answered the door. His name was Tom. Tom wasn’t particular good looking or bad looking. Just normal looking. That was what Marty had come to expect. These ad posters might be perverts, but they always looked like the average Joe.
Tom looked the two boys over and then invited them in. He must have liked what he saw.
After some brief chitchat, Tom went about explaining how today’s activities would unfold.
“You boys will be battling against each other on a wrestling mat while I film. You win if your opponent taps out or gets knocked out like in any submission fight. Understand?” Tom explained. The two guys nodded.
Tom continued on, “In most fighting competitions, the only area off limits is below the belt. Well, this is the exact opposite. The only area you’re allowed to attack your opponent is the groin.”
The two shot back looks of confusion.
Marty spoke up, “You mean punch each other in the balls?”
Tom nodded, “Punch, kick, squeeze. That’s all fair.”
Jeff leaned over to Marty and whispered, “Dude, I dunno. I wanna have kids one of these days.”
Marty ignored his friend’s concerns and shot back at Tom, “How much do we get?”
Tom pulled out a stack of bills from the drawer behind him and told them, “$500 to the winner.”
Jeff turned to Marty with raised eyebrows. That was more money than Jeff was used to making in a week. Marty remained unimpressed though, or at least pretended to be.
“How about $800?” Marty countered.
Tom smiled at the kid’s bargain, “I can do that.”
Jeff pulled Marty aside. He whispered, “I could cover my rent with that money, but I’m kinda freaking out.”
“It’s no biggie,” Marty calmed his friend and whispered, “We don’t have to even hit each other that hard and then we can split the cash afterwards.”
The two boys came back to Tom to accept his terms.
“Alright but I want to see real strikes. If you’re faking, I’ll know. Then the deal’s off. Understood?”
Marty nodded but was visibly annoyed that Tom had predicted their move.
Tom led the two of them to the living room where all the furniture had been cleared out and a large wrestling mat lay across the floor.
As Tom whipped out a large camcorder and fiddled with the settings, the two young men took to the center of the mat. They began loosening themselves up. Marty stretched out his back. Jeff jogged in place.
Tom peaked his head out from behind his camera and said, “Oh and one more thing. Just to put an added stake to this match. The loser has to strip naked and jack off in front of camera.”
Marty was certain that would be the deal breaker for Jeff. He was shocked when Jeff casually nodded his head.
When the camera started rolling, the two friends turned combatants began circling each other on the mat. They took their time waiting for the right moment to strike. Both had a hand guarding his respective nuts. Each shot a few low swipes that were easily defended, just to feel out his opponent.
Finally, Marty lunged at Jeff and the two locked up at the arms. Their feet danced behind them to keep the target between their legs at a distance.
Jeff attacked first. He aimed low with a kick but missed Marty’s crotch.
His second kick was a direct hit. Marty groaned from the impact to his balls.
On his third kick, Jeff swung his foot up but Marty caught Jeff’s leg with his hands. With Jeff off balance, Marty proceeded to deliver consecutive snap kicks that connected square into the nuts. Jeff cried out and clutched his aching balls.
Marty immediately followed up by sweeping Jeff’s other leg, knocking him down on the mat. He kept hold of Jeff’s right ankle, spread his legs wide, and finished with a devastating stomp down into his friend’s package.
“Ah fuck! My balls!” Jeff yells out as the size 12 Addidas ground into his nuts.
“Give up or I’m gonna grind your nuts ‘til they’re peanut butter.” Marty taunted.
Jeff bucked around wildly such that Marty lost his grip on Jeff’s ankle. Big mistake. Jeff’s heel drove right into Marty’s nads. Marty let out a cough as he stumbled back.
With his opponent momentarily stunned, Jeff leapt up and tackled Marty to the floor. Jeff wedged his knee in between Marty’s legs and then leaned in with all his weight.
“My nuts! Get off!” Marty yelled as his balls were smashed.
“You give up?” Jeff pressed.
“No!”
Not hearing the right answer, Jeff proceeded to lift himself up and drop his knee back down into Marty’s balls. Marty writhed in agony. Jeff smiled fiendishly.
Tom chose that moment to bring his camera close to Jeff’s face. Growing self conscious, Jeff dropped his guard for a second. A second was all it took for Marty to lean up and hammer his fist into Jeff’s groin.
Jeff groaned from the low blow and fell off of Marty.
Both boys stayed lying on the ground. They were breathing hard and clutching their aching nuts.
As bad as Marty was hurting, he knew he had to go back on the offense before his opponent could recover.
Marty crawled over to Jeff. He rolled Jeff on his back and tried to pry his hands free. Jeff’s hands were like Fort Knox protecting his jewels. No matter how hard Marty pulled, they would not budge.
Marty needed to find another way to sneak past Jeff’s guarding hands. Suddenly, an idea formed in his head. Marty began to slip his fingers into Jeff’s shorts.
“No!” Jeff screamed and diverted to protect himself from this new attack. He managed to slow Marty’s intruding hand, but soon enough Marty forced his way inside Jeff’s shorts.
His intention had been to stay above the underwear, but in the heat of the battle Marty’s hand accidentally slipped underneath the elastic waistband of Jeff’s boxers.
At this point, the two boys were both laughing nervously over this surprising turn of events. Embarrassed or not, Marty kept inching his hand deeper down Jeff’s boxers.
Marty’s fingers first brushed through the coarse pubic hair and then cruised over what he knew must have been Jeff’s penis. He traced his way along the scrotum until he had Jeff’s right testicle enclosed in his palm. It felt like a large bean.
“Checkmate. You gotta give up.” Marty pressured his friend.
Fear filled Jeff’s eyes, but still he shook his head.
To show he meant business, Marty gave the captured ball a light squeeze. Jeff squealed.
“I don’t want to do it, man.” Marty threatened.
“I’m not submitting!” Jeff shot out.
With that, Marty began to bear down tighter on the captured testicle. The pain surged through Jeff’s body. His muscles trembled. His eyes went wide. His mouth formed a big O as he let out a quiet groan. Marty wondered if that’s what his friend’s face looked like when he had an orgasm.
Marty continued to work over Jeff’s nut but still could not earn a submission. He liked Jeff and didn’t really want to do any permanent damage. After a good five minutes of squeezing, Marty finally released Jeff’s testicle.
A new plan formed inside Marty’s head. He figured Jeff’s reluctance to give in stemmed from a fear of getting naked in front of the camera. Marty decided to make his friend confront his fears head on.
Marty started by pealing off Jeff’s shirt. He followed by stripping off Jeff’s shoes, socks, and shorts. Completely dazed, Jeff had no idea what was happening. He just lied on the mat, groaning. It wasn’t until Marty began to tug down on his boxers, that Jeff began to protest.
“Dude, don’t.” Jeff objected.
Having endured so much testicular abuse, Jeff could mount little resistance and soon enough the boxers came off. The young man was left stark naked on the wresting mat.
Jeff weakly tried to cover up his nudity, but Marty pulled his hands away so that his privates were in full view. Like a vulture, Tom swooped in with his camera and got an up close view of Jeff’s genitals. Jeff’s face turned bright red, which coincidentally matched the color of his aching ball sack.
“Game over,” Marty got up in Jeff’s face and smiled tauntingly, “You lose.”
Getting humiliated on camera must have left a bitter taste in Jeff’s mouth. Jeff leaned forward and spat in Marty’s face.
Marty’s smile faded. It had been all fun and games up until this point, but now he was furious. Marty was so angry that he didn’t even bother wiping the glob of spit off his face. Instead he seized Jeff’s balls, stretched his sack to its limit so that both testicles were trapped in his hand. Then with his other hand, Marty began pounding his fist into Jeff’s bare nuts. Smack! Smack! Smack!
The pain coursed through Jeff’s body. It was more than he could handle.
“Stop! I give up! I give up!” Jeff repeated.
By this point, Marty had no intention of accepting surrender. He meant to pulverize his friend’s balls and continued to drive his fist down into the twin targets. Over and over.
Under this relentless barrage, Jeff’s eyes grew dim and he started to black out. That’s when Tom leaned over Marty’s shoulder and whispered into his ear, “I’ll make it an even grand if you can make him cum.”
Marty paused. He contemplated this offer made by this devil over his shoulder. He knew it’d be weird to jerk off his friend, but throwing more money in the pot made it very tempting.
Marty gave his decision by simply wiping the spit from his face and then proceeding to grab hold of Jeff’s dick. He began rubbing his friend’s member with his saliva-covered hand.
Still barely conscious, Jeff’s eyes were mere slits. Although his mind seemed gone, his body was more responsive. His cock began to fill out like a long balloon being inflated. And as it turned out, it was a very long balloon.
Marty worked his hand all around the head of his friend’s cock. Precum began to ooze out. With his other hand, he played around with Jeff’s balls. Jeff let out quiet moans of pleasure.
“Have you done this before?” Tom teased.
Marty didn’t respond. The answer was too obvious.
Marty sped up the pace of his strokes, bringing his hand up and down Jeff’s dick faster and faster. Jeff’s breathing quickened accordingly. The veins on his shaft began to throb. Right when he knew his friend was close, Marty then squeezed Jeff’s balls with all his might.
Jeff’s eyes shot open, his mouth formed a big O, and he screamed at the top of his lungs. Then a huge stream of cum erupted from Jeff’s cock. The hot jizz shot all over his own face.
Watching Jeff blow his load, Marty thought to himself, “Hmm. He does make the same face.”
As Jeff slipped into unconsciousness, Marty finally released his grip from his friend’s balls. He casually smeared the cum all over Jeff’s now peaceful looking face.
After capturing a few more up close angles of Jeff’s battered balls, Tom shut down his camera.
“Great job,” Tom congratulated Marty and reached out to shake hands.
Their handshake was a slimy one given Jeff’s cum, but Tom didn’t seem to mind.
Tom pulled out a wad of cash and passed it to Marty.
“What are you going to do with your winnings?” Tom asked.
“Not sure. I’ll probably give Jeff enough of a cut so he can pay his rent.” Marty answered.
“That’s generous of you.”
“Well just enough. I’m sure once next month rolls around, he’ll need to find some more odd jobs.”
“You two are welcome back here anytime.”
Marty collected his winnings, then collected his friend, and then headed back to his car.
On the car ride home, Jeff woke up. His head all groggy, he turned to Marty and asked, “What happened?”
“Match is over,” Marty replied.
Jeff suddenly became reacquainted with the throbbing pain in his groin. He nursed his balls and grimaced.
“Did I win?”
“No, but we got paid for the job.”
Jeff nodded approvingly. He then brought his hand up and felt his face.
“Why’s my face all sticky?” Jeff asked.
Marty just laughed.
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