The Game

"Yeah, man, that would be cool."

"Let's do it. The old Carter barn at Ten. Okay with you guys?"

The three boys converged on the empty barn and were greeted as they entered by a piping young voice.

"Hi guys!" A young kid exclaimed. "I overheard you saying that some kind of game was planned and I want to play too."

"Beat it, you little shithead!" Clay commanded the boy, whom he did not know but recognized as being in the Fifth or Sixth grade in the same school. "This is a man's game and you're too young to play it."

Referring to themselves as men was an exaggeration, as the beardless youths were several years from adulthood, but puberty had recently bestowed crotch hair and sexuality on them, and they were definitely bigger and stronger than the kid.

"You heard him, fuckface, take a hike or I'll beat the shit out of you." Kevin, the most profane of the trio announced.

"You'll get the shit beat out of you if old man Carter catches you in his barn." The kid responded with a veiled threat. He had known all year that the older boys shared a secret, and he wanted to know how, other than having deeper voices, that they were different.

"Wait a minute." Jason reasoned. "Why don't we let him play? After all, even if he wins he can't collect on us, and after he loses a couple of times he won't bother us anymore."

"Are you sure you want to play?" Clay asked the kid.

"Yeah, sure." He answered eagerly.

"Okay. Strip down and we'll get started."

The kid was now unsure, as he wasn't expecting any game to be played with everyone naked, but he followed their example and removed his clothes, and then knelt on the straw covered floor in a circle with them. The kid could see that the older guys all had hair down there, and that their balls and pricks were much larger than his own, which were tiny and sat in a region void of hair. He could also see that Clay's prick had suddenly gotten a lot bigger and was now jutting stiffly up un front of his belly.

"We take turns throwing four dice, and the winner is the first one to throw four of any kind." Clay explained the game to the kid. "The loser in the next guy that rolls two of any pair."

"That seems dumb." The kid remarked. "I mean, what do you win?"

"You win the right to squeeze the loser's balls as hard as you want for as long as you can hold your breath, no twisting or pulling allowed. If the loser tells you to stop, you have to stop, and then you get to name your price. It has to be something he can give you right here and now and it can't have any money value. If the loser refuses to pay the price you take another breath and squeeze until you can't hold your breath anymore or the loser tells you to stop. The game goes on as long as anyone wants to play, so you can't just win and quit."

The part about 'paying the price' seemed a little cryptic to the kid, but the others were ready to play so he joined them.

"Just a minute." Jason announced. "Before we start, everyone swear. Grab your balls, kid, and repeat after me. 'I swear by my balls to play the game by the rules and to the conclusion." They all repeated the vow and the game began.

"I hope you're hungry." Clay told the kid as he shook the dice. "I haven't jizzed all week and you'll have to swallow three mouthfuls if I win and you lose. Shit. Only a pair."

"It might work out the way it did the last game." Kevin, whose own cock was starting to get hard, said. "I won first and you lost, and you blew your load all over the floor when I fucked you."

The kid thought that they must be joking, as doing what they were talking about was unthinkable. The easy banter continued and the three teens were all rock-hard when Clay rolled four threes, making him the winner.

The kid was nervous, and his hand was still shaking as the dice stopped tumbling.

"All right!" Clay exclaimed, eying the twos and fours on the floor. "Get down on all fours and spread your legs unless you want to just suck me without even trying to hold out."

The kid had swallowed a cigar butt left in a pop can one time, and he could still tase it in his mouth. This seemed like it was going to be another one of those days. He heard Clay take several deep breaths, and then he felt soft fingers gently grasp his balls. His only experience with having his nuts touched had been at the gentle hands of a doctor. 'This isn't so bad' he thought, just before Clay clamped down hard on his tiny genitals. The simple word 'stop' emerged as a drawn out scream and Clay eased the pressure, but did not release his grip.

"Suck me and swallow," Clay commanded ther boy, gently fondling his hairless balls, "or I'll squeeze them until they pop."

The kid slowly opened his mouth and placed it over the older boy's swollen organ, and sucked once before his mouth was filled with four warm gushes of teenage semen. He almost choked on the slimy discharge, but finally manged to swallow it all down. He also felt a warm wetness strike his back, and when he turned around he saw a white string dripping from the end of Kevin's rapidly deflating cock.

"Wait your turn!" Clay chastised his buddy.

"Sorry, but I couldn't help it. When you unloaded it just happened, I wasn't even touching it."

Jason won the next round, and Kevin's payoff was the same that had been extracted from the kid. The game continued for another hour before Jason lost to Kevin.

"Lick it, suck it, and act like you like it." Kevin ordered, after Jason surrendered to the ball squeeze.

'Jason's a pretty good actor' the kid thought, watching the performance.

"Do we quit now?" The kid asked, realizing that all of the boys had attained release.

"No." Clay answered. "There's still plenty of game to play."

The kid lost the next round to Clay, and this time was forced to suck the winner hard and then to kneel on the floor.

The kid had seen the machines that sold them in rest rooms, and he had seen used ones littering secluded areas in the park. but he never knew what condoms were for until Clay unfurled one on his revitalized cock. The pain was incredible, and Clay's balls slapped him in the ass for a full minute before he suddenly convulsed, softened, and withdrew leaving the bloodstained souvenir lying on the dirty barn floor.

Jason won the next round and rode Kevin for two minutes before rolling off spent, panting, and catching his breath.

"That was a pretty good game." Clay commented, moving towards his clothes. "I guess we're all ready to call it a day?"

Kevin and Jason agreed, but the kid said "No. I want to play somemore."

"Jeez, kid, do you like pain, or what?" Clay said, still pulling on his pants.

"The rules say that we all play untill we all want to stop." The kid reminded him." And I still want to play. Are you chickenshit, or afraid you might lose?"

The older boys, spent as they were, accepted the kid's challenge and once more knelt in a circle. The kid rolled four sixes after a few minutes and Clay soon followed with fives and fours.

Clay's tired nuts sagged low betweeen his spread legs, like those of a dog, as the kid deeply inhaled.

"I went snorkling last summer and I can hold my breath for over three minutes." The kid said casually, before grabbing the huge sack. The kid gave Clay a couple of gentle, almost playfull squeezes and released him, lowered his hand a few inches, and abruptly slammed it up into Clay's most precious possessions, grabbing and squeezing them as hard as he could.

Clay sreamed in agony for him to stop. This was a new experience for him. The boys fondled each other only to fuel their orgasms, not to inflict pain. The kid, being incapable of sexual graticication, only wanted to punish his tormenter.

"What do you want me to do?" Clay asked, desparately.

"I want to stomp on your balls."

"You can't do that!" Clay implored.

"I see. you just change the rules to suit yourself. You swore that you would play the game to the conclusion, and this is how I want it to end." He said, abruptly compressing Clay's abused gonads.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Clay hollered, stunned by the pressure building in his belly. "Don't do that again! Kevin! Jason! For God's sake, help me!"

"Hey, man," Jason said, "you made the rules, and we swore by our balls, not yours, that we would play by them." Jason and Kevin were both getting concerned about the way Clay had been playing the game lately. It had all been fun to start with, but now Clay seemed to want to dominate them. "It's your choice, man, but it looks to me like you would be better off leting him stomp you. He can probably keep this up all night, but if you let him do it it'll be over with real quick, and I hear they usually heal up, eventually."

Clay endured four more compressions from the kid's suprisingly srtong grip before he finally surrendered to the inevitable. He then lie face down on the floor with his legs spread wide, held there by Kevin and Jason. He wondered what the kid was waiting for, and when he turned to look he saw that the kid had dressed and was tying the laces on his heavy hiking boots. Clay started to struggle, but his companions held him tight as the kid launched himself into the air and drove his entire eighty-five pound mass down on one heel between Clay's legs. The air was suddenly filled with a wild, unearthly, shrieking that eventually gave way to silence as Clay passed out.

"I guess the game is over, huh?" The kid said as he left. "See you guys around."

"Yeah, and it might be over for good for Clay." Jason said, kneeling to feel Clay's scrotum. "There's nothing in here but mush."

"You're right." Kevin confirmed the diagnosis after making his own examination. "We should get him to a doctor."

"Yeah, we should," Jason agreed, eying his friend's rising boner, "but I think we have time for another game first."