****** State Champs by bustd_balz@hotmail.com ******
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State Champs


Last year was a good year for the Franklin High School sports teams,
specifically for the girls basketball team and a couple of the guys on the
wrestling team. The girls just won the state championship the same weekend that
Cory and Brendon won their weight class state championships. Cory, a 5'10"
junior, won the 138-pound weight class while Brendon, a senior at 5'11", won
the 145-pound division.

The following weekend, Cassandra, one of the girls from the basketball team,
decided to have a party at her house to celebrate the victories. Her parents
had just left for a week long vacation and left her with the place to herself.
The school had already had the official school celebration, so she only invited
her teammates and the two boys from the wrestling team; after all, the party
was for champs only. The only catch was that everyone had to wear their team
jersey to get in. Of course, that meant that the boys had to wear their
wrestling singlets. The guys didn't mind, since the girls had probably already
seen them at a wrestling match.

On Friday night, the girls team was there, ready to party. A couple of the
girls managed to get their hands on a few kegs of beer, so the party started as
soon as they were tapped. About thirty minutes later, the two wrestlers showed
up. The girls weren't quite sure that the guys would wear their singlets, but
were pleasantly surprised at what they saw on the doorstep. Cassandra couldn't
help but check their bodies out as she invited them in. The boys, both with an
athletic build, not too bulky though, walked in to the whistles and cheers of
the girls. They did, in fact, arrive in only their singlet and wrestling shoes.
The tight uniform displayed their cock and balls very well. It was obvious to
all that they were both very well endowed. Neither had a hard-on, yet, but the
bulge between their legs was impressive. The guys went in, and high-fives were
traded with the girls. It wasn't long before the guys had a beer in their
hands.

For the first hour, stories and jokes were traded back and forth as the group
looked back over the season. Finally, some dance music was put on the CD
player, and the girls began to dance. It wasn't long before the guys joined in.
Since Cory and Brandon were the only two males at the party, the girls were
nearly fighting to dance with them. No sooner would the boys be dancing with
one girl, and another girl would pull him away by his shoulder straps and make
him dance with her. Everyone had a good time and the girls learned to share the
boys equally. It was a small room in which they were dancing, and that forced
the bodies close together. After rubbing up against a few nicely shaped legs
and asses, both Cory and Brandon began to get aroused. Brandon tried to fight
it, but a few of the girls noticed the boys' cocks were beginning to grow. Half
drunk already, these same girls nonchalantly grazed their hands over their
dance partner's bulge. It only took once or twice of that for the guys to lose
control and grow a raging hard-on. Since they, too, were a little intoxicated,
they didn't seem to mind the girls gawking at their condition. Both cocks were
completely erect, but at an angle, restrained by the jock straps they wore
beneath their singlets.

By this time, it had occurred to the girls that these two boys were not like
most wrestlers. They didn't have the large muscles and 'don't screw with me'
look on their faces. These two were well toned, as each muscle was well
defined. They also shared the same good looks. Cory had short dark hair, which
had blond highlights. He had soft facial features, and curving red lips giving
him more of a pretty boy face. Brandon, called 'Bran' by his friends, had a
very similar body. He wasn't overly muscular, but his body was very well toned
and had very smooth skin. Neither boy had much body hair, making everyone
wonder how often they shaved their body, and to what extent. Bran had dark
hair, but it had a bit of a curl to it, and he wore it a little longer than
Cory did. He knew that the girls loved the idea of running their fingers
through his curls and kissing his beautiful soft lips. Brandon also had pretty
boy features. His cheeks were more sunken in and he had dimples. Both obviously
tanned year 'round as their skin tone was bronze.

After another hour of dancing, the champs decided it was time to cool off.
Drinks were refreshed, bulges were stared at, and a board game was brought in.
As the boys returned from the bathroom, one of the girls commented, "Hey studs,
we were just wondering... in order to pee, did you have to beat off to lose the
hard-on, or did they go down by themselves?" The room erupted with laughter
from the girls. The guys turned red, and made an obscene gesture towards their
sex as if to say, "eat this."

The group was divided up into two teams, with a male on each side. They all sat
around the game board on the floor. It was a game that the basketball team had
played while on their tournament run, so they were well versed in the rules,
but the boys needed to have the game explained. It was very similar to truth or
dare, but with a few twists.

Cassandra took the liberty of explaining. "Alright guys, we've changed the
rules just a bit. After you land on the space, the other team reads the card,
then decides which player they want to have answer the question. It makes it a
whole lot more fun! If you don't answer the question, or if the other side
doesn't believe the answer, you gotta strip off one piece of clothing."

Cory and Brandon looked at the different drawings on the board and quickly
realized, as Cassandra was explaining the rules, that it was a sex game. Cory
laughed out loud and pointed to the square that humored him. "What the hell
does this mean?"

The girls all had to laugh because they immediately knew which graphic he was
pointing to.

"Oh yeah, my boy, that's a special square that we're all hoping you guys land
on!"

It was a drawing of an erect cock shooting its cum like a fountain.

"There are two squares like that. If you land on it, you have to roll the dice
again, and if it comes up doubles, you have to jack off right here in front of
us!" Again the girls were carrying on and teasing the guys. "We've never played
with guys before so, we're hoping to get a chance to see that square in
action."

The guys didn't know what to say. They looked at each other and laughed along
with the girls, hoping that it wouldn't be landed on.

Cassandra continued, "And from the losing team, one player has to serve the
winning team for the rest of the night as their party slave. She - or he- has
to do whatever they're told."

The girls made fun of one of their teammates who had to serve as a slave when
the game was played a few weeks prior. The game began, and a few sexual and
relationship questions were posed to different girls on the team. Kathy, one of
the guards from the basketball team was forced to take her jersey top off
because the other team was able to prove that she lied on an answer. Everybody
was cracking up and the guys enjoyed the view, as Kathy now wore a skimpy
sports bra. Her breasts were well developed and looked very firm. Both guys
noticed her tits pointing through the fabric. They stopped gazing as soon as
they felt their cocks growing between their legs.

One of the girls said, "You guys had better quite staring. I don't want you
shooting your wads before you land on the jack-off square." Again, more
embarrassing laughter that the males had to endure.

The game continued as Cassandra drew a card to read for the opposing team.
"Alright!! I think we have a question for the male on your team." Cassandra's
teammates giggled as they silently read the card in her hand. "Brandon, are you
ready!?... When was the last time you masturbated... and how long did it take."

The entire room erupted in laughter and Brandon, sitting on his butt with his
legs slightly spread and bent at his knees, his feet flat on the floor, his
straightened arms were spread to his side, supporting the weight of his torso,
dropped his head down towards his chest and turned beat red. He looked around
the room for a sympathetic face, but all of the girls assured him that he had
to answer. "Remember, if we think you're lying, you take something off."

The room quieted down in anticipation of the stud's answer. Brandon stared at
the game board and quietly answered, "Last night."

"Ewwwww... Oh yeahhhh" The girls chided. "And for how long?!"

"... About 5 minutes."

"Ohhhh... a real marathon session! You sexy man!," were some comments that were
volunteered from the room.

Cassandra noted, barely able to contain her laughter, "That last question was
just for my curiosity, it wasn't actually on the card! Thanks, though!!" Again,
the room erupted in more laughter.

At that revelation, Brandon turned even redder, laughing, covered his face with
his hands and rolled his torso back onto the ground, and he straightened one
leg. All of the girls focused their eyes on his cock as it began to harden. It
had been pointed downward, but now was straightening out, and lengthened as it
rotated upward. Every contour of his shaft was visible through the tight fabric
that fit his body like a glove. His balls formed a nice round bulge from which
his cock grew. The contour of his cock head was also easily seen.

Many of the girls were beginning to get aroused themselves, just looking at
Brandon. Before them was this young athletic stud with sculpted arms and chest.
His thin waist was accentuated by what most thought had to be six-pack abs. It
was all Cassandra could do to keep from running her hands down his chest to his
waist, and along his strong thighs. Other girls wanted to wrap their hands
around his contoured biceps, and everyone wanted to stroke the now-hard cock
that was well displayed in his singlet.

As soon as the laughter died down, the game was able to continue. This time, it
was a question for Cory. "Over the past month, how many wet dreams have you
had?"

Again more laughter came and then the answer. With a little too much confidence
in his voice he said, "None."

Bran immediately challenged him. "No way, Cor! About two weeks ago you said
that you had back-to-back wet dreams! You're nailed!" From his surprised
expression, everyone could tell that Cory had forgotten that conversation.

"Take it off! Take it off!" was the battle cry from his opponents.

They allowed him to slide the shoulder straps down, bearing his chest. Again,
more cat calls from everyone in the room, as they gazed at his beautiful chest
and stomach. More questions were traded back and forth, and a few more girls
lost their jerseys.

As one of the girls was about to strip her shorts off, she asked, "Hey, isn't
one of the rules that we are allowed to have a teammate remove one of his
pieces of clothing as a substitute for the person who missed the question?"

The other girls knew immediately where she was going with this and quickly
agreed with her.

"Well, as high scorer on the team, I nominate Cory to take my place on this
one."

All of the females agreed at once, with only Cory objecting. Even Brandon had
to laugh and go along with this one. Having already lost his shoes, Cory
removed his socks next.

"Oh, this question goes to Brandon. Brandon, have you ever measured the amount
of cum you ejaculate after one session of masturbating?"

"Aw, no way! I've never done that!"

"Ohhhhh, I don't believe you," was the comment the girls were making.

"Seriously, I haven't," Brandon objected, but the crowd was against him. No
matter how much he objected, he was forced to remove an article of clothing. He
had already pulled down the singlet to his waist, and removed his shoes and
socks, so he had no choice but to stand up and take his singlet off completely.

The room went crazy! The girls sitting next to him grabbed the singlet from his
hands like it was a trophy, and others couldn't help but run their hands up and
down his legs. To the girls' surprise, Brandon wasn't actually wearing a jock
strap, but rather a thong. They wouldn't let him sit down, and instead, made
him turn around to model his sculpted and hard body. His cock was nearly
bursting out of the thong. His shaft was positioned to the left side, with the
cockhead only partially contained by the thin fabric. His cock was just too
long for the thong.

The girls continued to run their hands over this smooth skin and up between his
legs, just short of his balls. His cock began to visibly throb at the sexual
attention he was receiving. Another girl stood up behind him and wrapped her
arms around his torso, softly squeezing his nipples. His body voluntarily
squirmed at her touch, as Brandon closed his eyes and took it all in.

As he drew his breath in, his stomach was sucked in, and that was all it took.
His cock sprung free of its bonds. It shot straight upward toward his head. Now
the thong covered no more than half of his silky smooth shaft. Brandon quickly
forced his cock back inside and over to the side again. He sat down with
laughter and sexual tension at an all time high.

To Cory's relief, his team landed on a 'free' square, and didn't have to answer
a question. Attention was quickly turned back to the still-embarrassed Brandon.
He rolled the dice and to the girls' great approval, he just landed on the
'jack-off' square. Amid the laughter, he had to roll the dice again. If they
came up 'doubles', he would be forced to masturbate in front of everyone. He
shook the dice nervously in his sweaty hands and let them fly. All at once, the
girls went nuts! It was like they had just won the state championship all over
again. Double snake-eyes. Brandon objected, but knew he would be forced to
perform the act, but he was so embarrassed that he tried to make a run for the
bathroom. The living room was sunken down about one foot, and before he made it
to the top step, he was under the control of four girls.

He struggled to get free, and looked to Cory for help, but noticed that he was
being held in place by his own teammates. Several of the girls worked out and
were much stronger than Brandon had anticipated. They were also 3 to 4 inches
taller than him. Within seconds, they had Brandon restrained in a position that
was impossible to escape. One of quick-thinking girls told the captors to usher
him over to the wrought iron banister that ran along one side of the room,
dividing the living room from the foyer. The banister had a floral pattern cast
in iron and the leaves arced upward creating a hook. As they moved him the few
feet towards the banister, he began to squirm free.

One of the girls, no one later admitted to it, who was trying to control his
legs, reached up and sunk her fingernails into Bran's nutsac. She only squeezed
for a few seconds, but it was as though she could feel the energy drain from
his body as she tightened her grip. All Bran could do was groan and try to
double over. He was no longer any trouble for the girls to maneuver. Within
seconds, they lifted him with his back to the banister, and another pulled the
back strap of his thong away from his body and over the upright iron leaf. As
they set him back down, the leaf held him in place with his thong acting as a
body strap, holding him in place. He couldn't get the strap back up over the
top of the leaf, because he needed to be lifted up. In fact, as they set him
down, the strap between his legs went up his ass, and pulled the thong down in
front allowing his entire shaft to spring free. He couldn't pull the thong
down, because the pattern of the wrought iron would not allow the thong to be
pulled that far down. Brandon was completely immobile.

For a few moments, the girls just gazed at what was on display before them.
They had a strong, muscular male in their control. He was still wincing at the
pain in his balls, and was slightly bent over. His ab was a beautiful sight as
it tightened and released with his breaths. His muscular chest also heaved, and
his biceps flexed wonderfully as he tried to escaped his bonds.

Cassandra spoke next with a smirk on her face, "Bran, would you care to carry
out your assignment, now?"

He mumbled, "No way," in response. "Come on, just let me go."

"Aw, what's the matter, was the big bad wrestling stud beaten by a bunch of
girls? I know what'll work." Cassandra left the room and quickly returned with
a wooden spoon in her hand. "I'll bet I can persuade you to change your mind."

A couple of the girls tied his wrists to the banister, at his side. This gave
Cassandra free reign over his body. She walked up next to him and lightly
stroked his smooth chest, staring him in the eye with a seductive look. Slowly,
she ran her fingers down his abs and to his waist. His cock throbbed for
attention. The rest of the girls stood in silence awaiting her next move.

She then slowly turned her eyes down to his sexual organs. "Mmmmmm... would you
look at this. It looks to me like your cock, here, is dying for some
attention." Slowly, she touched the sides of his shaft with her thumb and
forefinger.

Brandon gasped at the touch. Cassandra studied his body as he took his deep
breaths. A stream of pre-cum had begun to roll down the large canal on the
front of his upright member. She softly rubbed the smooth liquid into his
shaft, making him hold his breath. Cassandra knew that she hadn't better do too
much more, or else he might explode.

She stood back up and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to relieve a little
bit of tension?"

Brandon thought for a second, but was clearly too embarrassed to masturbate in
front of these girls. He simply shook his head with his eyes closed.

Cassandra stood and pulled his balls out from behind the thong. This pushed
them out and put them on display, leaving them completely vulnerable. "Hmmm...
such a smooth sac of balls." She noted quietly as she rolled his nuts between
her fingers softly. Bran became tenser with his most sensitive organs in her
hand. "Well, would you rather feel this?" And as quickly as she made that
remark, with a flip of the wrist she struck both nuts with the wooden spoon in
her other hand.

"AGGHHHHH... ," was all Brandon could mutter. His arms strained at their bonds
and he bent over at the waist as far as he could and bent his knees as much as
the thong around his waist would allow him to sink. All of this, and the
anguished look on the beautiful boy's face made each girl in the room wet. They
all envied Cassandra for her control and position. Cory felt the grips on his
shoulders tighten. He knew better than to resist. He simply stood in place and
watched with the others. Two seconds later, Cassandra struck the vulnerable
nutsac again, and again even harder. All Brandon could do was groan the same
response. It was all he could do to keep standing.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

After a few seconds, Brandon changed his mind. "Ok, I'll do it."

"Which hand would you like to use?" Cassandra asked with an air of confidence.

"... I'll use my left hand... please."

"Oh, very good manners. See what a few shots to the balls will do to a guy?"
she said as she turned to the horny onlookers.

Slowly, and still with his eyes closed, Brandon began to stroke his shaft. He
wrapped his fingers around the front of his shaft and his thumb behind, and
slowly stroked, the skin moving up and down with his hand. His groans of pain
were quickly turned to moans of pleasure. The room was silent except for the
moans of the stud on display.

A few minutes into the performance, Cassandra turned and motioned for Cory to
join her. Without a word, Cassandra pulled his singlet down from his waist,
leaving him standing in his thong. There wasn't the same uproar of comments, as
the mood of the evening had completely changed. It had gone from an exciting
party among friends to a sexual and female dominant ordeal. She lifted the
front of his thong and allowed his cock to spring free and achieve its natural
upright position. A bead of pre-cum soon formed at the tip of his cock.

This time, the girl behind him reached between his legs and cupped his balls in
the palm of her hand. "Kneel down in front of Bran and cup your hands to catch
his cum."

Cory looked at her with an open jaw, but knew better than to question her as
the grip around his balls slowly began to tighten. He sank slowly to his knees
as the girl holding his balls guided him. She didn't release her grip on him
the entire time. Another hand began to work on his shaft, too. The girl with
her hand on Cory's balls began to roll his balls between her fingers, making
him flinch as she pinched his orbs from time to time. Brandon quickened his
strokes, and his moans became louder. His face was beginning to tense up and
his abs began to tighten.

"Bran, point your cock towards Cory's face. Cory, open your mouth and keep it
open," Cassandra ordered as she stroked Brandon's chest.

She pinched his nipples, making him moan louder, then ran her fingers through
his curly hair. His first shot will probably hit your face, but I expect you to
catch the other jets of cum in your hands. Cassandra could see the beads of
sweat forming on Bran's body. His moans were louder and louder.

"Cum for me, Bran! Cum for me, Cory!" Cassandra exclaimed.

"Ughhhh... AGGHHHHHH!!" Brandon shot his load as his entire body tensed. The
girls were fingering themselves at the sight of this hot stud, muscles tight,
performing this male sex act in front of them. His white jism shot onto Cory's
face. The first stream landed on his cheek and nose, but the second one landed
almost entirely in Cory's mouth. The next seven or eight spurts were caught in
the palms of his hands even though Cory erupted himself.

As the spurt of cum landed on his teeth and tongue, the girl grasped Cory's
balls as tight as she could, mixing pain with the pleasure of the stroking of
his shaft. His cum landed on his left bicep and also his smooth chest. Both
males were left panting for breath.

"Cory, I want you to wipe the cum from your chest, into the palm of your hand.
Mix your hot jism together, and offer a taste to your new jack-off buddy."

Slowly, Cory was able to stand and offer a hand up to Brandon's mouth.
Reluctantly, Brandon stuck his tongue into the warm cum juice and rolled it
onto his tongue. Everyone watched as he tasted and swallowed it.

"Cory, lick the rest from your other hand." Cory did as instructed. "Now,
didn't that taste good?"

Both replied, "Yes, ma'am." Cassandra gazed at her two new male slaves before
her. Both so strong, yet so spent. Their erect cocks, now wilting, and their
balls once full of their male juice, lay empty, low in their sacs. Cassandra
patted both on their backs, and then rubbed their abs. Her hands then grasped
both sacs of balls as if to weigh them.

Finally, she took both rubber-like shafts in her hands and noted to all, "It
looks like we have a few new toys to play with. Looks like a fun summer ahead."
Both studs simply stood silently with their heads down, and cocks held by their
new owner.


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