Date: Tue, 31 May 2016 12:22:30 +0000
From: Mike Strauss <suitedmike2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Balls on the Line Contest 3

Balls on the Line Contest 3

Thanks to all you guys who said they were enjoying hearing about my
experiences.  There was a text transfer problem which turned apostrophes
into question marks, so hope it works better this time.

 There is plenty more to cum. Let me know if you have any special
requests...

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The following Friday I couldn't wait for lunchtime to get to the restaurant
and find out what - or rather, who - Mario had persuaded to join him at my
next party. Fuck, it was hot enough having him under my control, but my
mind raced at the thought of a whole group of hunky Italian guys at the
mercy of me and my invited guests. But would he be able to persuade them to
submit fully, including the real risk of having their nuts severely
punished?

As soon as I walked in, Mario rushed up to me, a broad grin over his
handsome face.

`Hi Sir, I was hoping you'd be here soon.'

I smiled.  `Hopefully you will make it worth my while, Mario?'

`I don't think you'll be disappointed, Sir' Mario replied. `I told my
friends that we'd meet up with you at the pub next door this evening. It's
my night off work and you can explain to them what's involved.'

Clearly the lure of getting paid for each hunk that he recruited had worked
well.

`OK, but remember you only get paid if they are suitably hot and willing.'

Mario grinned again. `I don't think you'll be disappointed, Sir.'

We arranged to meet at 5 pm.  I had great difficulty concentrating all
afternoon just imagining what the other guys would be like. Would they
really all be as hot as Mario? And would they be as willing to risk putting
their straight man balls on the line?  I had to stay in my office because
my cock was so hard it tented out my suit pants. Finally it was time to
meet them all and I walked swiftly to the pub.

I needn't have worried.  When I walked in, there was Mario at the bar,
surrounded by five other guys that took my breath away. It was like a porn
movie set. Every single one of them was as sexy as fuck.  They were loudly
talking and laughing in Italian, but fell silent when Mario saw me and
beckoned me over.  I could see some of them were feeling quite nervous, or
maybe just uncertain what to say or do in the presence of someone who they
knew was lusting after them.

Mario introduced me and we all moved over to a table nearby. I explained
what what was on offer.  They'd all stand a chance to make a lot of bucks
if they were willing to participate. They'd have to be willing to compete
against each other, in the presence of about thirty gay friends of mine,
rich friends, I stressed. The winner would walk away rich. But there was a
catch.

The loser, I stressed, would be made to submit to whatever the guests
demanded. I didn't go into details, and I'm not sure just what they
imagined. Probably they thought the loser would get his dick sucked. Little
did they know. I had a sling at home and, as my guests all knew, the loser
would get tied into it, and gang raped.

They of course all wanted to know what the `competition' involved. Mario
told them what he had to do last time - play darts and answer some simple
football questions. They all grinned and nodded at that.  What I didn't
tell them was that the competition between them this time was to be
different. It would be entirely sexual in nature and extremely humiliating
for them, as straight guys, to do in front of a crowd of yelling lusting
gays.

A couple of them, including one incredibly muscled tanned guy named Toni,
weren't so sure. `I'm not going to risk putting my balls on the line for a
group of fags', he said.  But the others teased them, telling them they
were cowards, scared to lose. That did it. Macho guys like these are all
convinced they will win.  To them fear of being thought chicken was a worse
fate that risking their dicks (and though they little knew it, their balls
and arses).

So the deal was done. Mario would bring them all down to my place the
following evening.

It didn't take many phone calls for me to rustle up a group of about 30 of
my friends who were drooling at the thought when I told them what was in
store and who were prepared to pay well for it.  I spent the day with a
couple of them making some special equipment for the evening...

We all gathered around 8pm, and shortly afterwards Mario turned into the
driveway in a pickup truck.  As the guys all got out, my guests
gasped. They were all so fucking sexy. And they had dressed for the
occasion, as I'd instructed.  White shirts, black jeans or dress pants,
black boots or shoes.

They looked nervous and awkward when they saw the crowd gathered, and heard
a few wolf whistles, but I soon got them stiff triple whiskies and they
started to relax. They stuck close together, hardly looking at the rest,
and started to joke and banter with each other in Italian. I guessed it was
bravado, showing each other that they were confident and unconcerned.

Soon I called for silence. I thanked them all for coming, explained the
rules again (much whooping for the guests, some sheepish looks from the
studs), and ushered Mario and his mates to a platform in the centre of the
room.  I deliberately kept the room warm and some of the guys were starting
to perspire, making them even sexier.

`OK', I said. `The first game is easy. There will be one winner who will
get 500 pounds'. But the losers all get penalty points. And you know what
will happen to the guy who has most penalties at the end of the evening.'

The guests all cheered. Some of the contestants look briefly worried, but
then started to flex and play to the crowd, trying to freak out their
mates. They still didn't know what the game involved.

`Now for a special version of gay chicken', I announced.  `Get into pairs,
guys. I want to see you kiss each other.'

They laughed. This wouldn't be difficult. After all, Italian guys kiss each
other all the time.  Each couple pecked the other on the cheek.

`Now let's see some real kissing', I said. `Mouth to mouth, tongue to
tongue.'

This was less easy for them. But they did it. Fuck it was hot watching
these stud straight guys tongue each other.  But more was to come.

`OK, now grab your partner's arse. Really goose him. And keep on deep
kissing.'

This was going too far.  One couple of studs broke away from each other.  I
think in surprise only, and they were probably going to recover and do it,
but I stepped in. `Chicken!' I shouted. `You are losers, out of the
game'. They looked shocked but stepped down.

Their fate only encouraged the other two couples, who started clinching and
goosing each other furiously. Mario was with Toni, and they made the
hottest couple imaginable.  Mario got really into it, squeezing and groping
Toni's butt, which amply filled his black jeans.  He even started grinding
his crotch against Toni's bulge.  That was too much for Toni, who broke
away suddenly.  `OK, you two are out of it now', I shouted.

That left the last two. They were both hunky guys, one with dark stubble
which really made him hot, and they were kissing tongue to tongue and
groping each other's butts like fury.  Now it was time to find the winner.

`OK, guys', I said, `let's see who can last the longest. Squeeze each
other's nuts, hard.'

For a moment they unlocked mouths, looking startled. Then the stubbled one
- Fernando, I learnt, grabbed his mate's package and squeezed hard. The
other guy yelled and slammed his fist into Fernando's crotch.  The crowd
cheered as Fernando bent over in agony.

`The winner is clear', I roared.  500 quid for - ?  `Giovanni', grinned the
guy who had delivered the final punch. `Well done, Giovanni', you're now
ahead of the rest of the pack who have 10 penalty points each.'

The others grimaced while the crowd cheered.

Giovanni turned to me, `Where's the bathroom? I need to piss.'

Suddenly I had a great idea for round two...