The Saint Bernard Boys - Sven Meets Andre: Captain Of

It was a regularly scheduled wrestling practice at Saint Bernard High School. All of the boys were sparring in their skimpy, Saint Bernard yellow lycra singlets, and doing the wrestling thing. Running their strong, sweaty hands over the oppositions built, masculine frame, in search of an advantage so they can control the other boy's body and have them bend to their thirst. And of course, this is done in a totally platonic fashion, with no room for any other sensual pleasures to drive any decisions.

Sven and Justin normally spar together, for several reasons. The first reason, is that they are in the same weight class. Another reason, is Justin looks up to the best wrestler in the school, and wants to learn from him. But, the most important reason, is that Sven enjoys sparring with Justin. For totally platonic reasons, of course. It has absolutely nothing to do the fact that Justin’s been gifted a hypnotically large pair of testicles and meaty cock, which always bulges out obscenely in his tight yellow singlet. It also has nothing to do with the fact that Justin’s body and facial structure are remarkably mature for someone his age, and is undoubtedly one of the hottest guys in school.

However, this practice, Sven did not spar with Justin. Justin and Liam were running late, so Sven’s two preferred sparring partners were unavailable at the time. So, Sven told one of the newer wrestlers, Andre, to spare with him. Andre accepted.

Andre is a large, black kid who was in his own right, an impressive wrestler and fantastic model. He was just a tad shorter than Sven, and their build was comparable. They were in the same weight class, so it would be natural for the 2 of them to spar. However, some aspects that had absolutely nothing to do with Sven picking Andre to spar, was that Andre looked quite dreamy. Andre's face was sharp but soft, making him look equally charming and sincere, his ebony skin curved around his built, curvy body. His chest was strong and bulging, his ass was perfect, his biceps were the size of baseballs, and his bulge was remarkable. Sven’s eyes were looking down at the fabric between Andre’s legs, seeing the tight yellow get pushed and wrinkled along the folds of his impressive manhood. It reminded Sven of Justin's bulge, but he couldn't tell who was bigger. 

Of course, none of this was why Sven wanted to spar with the black Adonis in front of him. He didn’t care that he never really got a chance to feel up a black guy before, or take a hold of their big, dark eggs in their wrinkly black sack. Sven didn’t care about the more than rumor, that black guys are bigger downstairs. Sven just wanted a sparring partner, and thought that Andre would be the perfect choice.

“This is my first time sparring with you, Sven.” Andre said somewhat timidly, but in a burly and raspy voice.

“Oh really? Didn’t realize. And you’re new Andre, so I’ll let it slide. But it’s Captain, when on the mats or in the locker room.” Sven replied, looking over his sparring partner. Watching each of his muscles move and shift, but inevitably, his blue eyes falling back down below the center of Andre’s mass, stuck on the outline of his black manhood as it desperately pushed against the constricting yellow lyrca, begging to be set loose and flop around and breath as nature intended. 

“Sorry, Captain. I’m just excited.” Andre replied.

Sven looked up and held eye contact with Andre. “Are you, now?”

Andre smiled a bit, and his cheeks looked rosy for a moment. He looked down, swallowed hard and tried to focus on his posture and stance. Sven licked his lips and jumped in, eager to bite into this piece of tender dark meat, and feel firsthand, how juicy and flexible it can be.

Of course, this is all in the name of platonic sportsmanship.

The two threw their arms at each other, trying to get an upper hand and skirt around the other’s defenses and find an opening. Andre managed to catch Sven off guard, and pulled The Captain to the ground. Andre tried to pull Sven together and lock him in some pin attempt, but Sven slithered out of it, and reversed control.

Now, lying over Andre’s back, Sven knew he was in the drivers seat. He shoved a leg between Andre’s spread legs, Sven’s knee perfectly filing the gap between Andre’s legs, and then tried to run his opposite hand over and under Andre. Sven felt Andre’s sweaty and rising chest under his hand, and it made him feel warm. Sven felt a tingle run through his lower half, and that is the signal for Sven to step it up. Whenever he feels a tingle downstairs, he takes it as his gut instincts telling him to not let up and act accordingly. 

Sven pushed his knee in, and pulled it to the side, further spreading Andre’s legs apart. Sven looked down and maneuvered slightly, able to overlook Andre’s backside from above. His strong back curving in at the center, then bulging out with those two perfectly plump ball shaped cushions sticking out, below his curved spine. 

Sven could not resist as he shoved his remaining hand in under those two plump cushions, digging into Andre’s unmentionables. Sven felt Andre’s body jolt and almost leap in surprise at the same time that Sven felt Andre’s warm black cherries fill up his palm for the first time.

Sven squeezed and twisted in one motion, which was masqueraded by his body movements at the same time, asserting himself into a more dominant position. Sven then pulled up, raising Andre's strong lower body up, his knees leaving the floor, and felt Andre's hands grab over his intrusive, controlling hand instinctively. Andre's eyes were closed shut as the pain caught him off guard, and he gave up all control, in an attempt to stop the sudden unpleasantness from continuing. 

After Sven pushed his hand down and over Andre's rock hard abs, away from the black wrestlers tender delicates, the blonde Captain found it remarkably easy to manhandle Andre's impressively sculptured body in whatever way he wanted. Sven locked in a pin, and let go of Andre when he realized Andre was putting up no more fight. Happily, the proud Captain backed up, waiting for Andre to get ready for another round.

Andre was lying on his back, with both of his hands cupping over the yellow spandex bulge between his tree trunks he calls legs. Those very legs were being held up as was holding carefully onto his sensitive nuts, which were busy rushing his chocolaty frame with a sickening throb. “Dude, what the fuck…” Andre managed to croak out, through his weak lips.

“What? Can’t keep up with the Captain? Hahaha.”

“You grabbed my balls bro.” Andre let out as he barely found the strength to roll on his side. 

Sven shrugged and pulled on his straps with a confident smirk. “Come on, don’t make such a big deal out of it. It’s wrestling, that happens sometimes.”

Andre shook his head and rolled onto his knees. He’s not used to people grabbing his balls like that in a match and didn’t like the feeling of it. It made him feel violated, vulnerable, and the pain wasn't very comforting either. Andre hasn’t been on the team long enough to expect this sort of behavior, he had no idea this is what Sven does. He never thought he'd be victim of such abuse on a wrestling mat. 

Soon, Andre collected himself and was ready to lock back up. However, Andre tried his best to keep his crotch away from Sven, as any boy would naturally do when encountering the same scenario that violated your testicles so uncaringly. Andre did his best to keep his balls away from Sven's nasty tactics, and had a constant hand low as further protection. 

Since Andre only had one hand on the ready to go, Sven was able to move around quicker and have more options available to him. Andre was a talented wrestler, and Sven didn't find it easy to take him down even with the handicap, but Sven knew it was only a matter of time. Once a guy realizes his balls are in play, they lose all focus and can't control the pace of play anymore. 

Andre felt that he only had so long before it was too late, and realized he had to strike first. Once he saw an opportunity, Andre rushed in and took control of Sven when he overplayed his hand. Andre locked Sven's head cleanly, holding the Captain in a headlock. Sven tried to get himself loose, or put the pressure back onto Andre, but the new wrestler knew how to stay in a dominant position once he got in one. 

Andre spread his legs, pushed back and put every ounce of pressure he could down on Sven’s head. When Sven went down to the floor, Andre pushed down with his upper body, but kept his lower body raised up in the air, sticking out. The tight yellow hugging onto Andre's tense, chestnut frame made for a real gorgeous image, with those two tight inflated balloons standing out as his dark, richly toned legs stood as beautiful support for the rest of his body. 

Sven managed to twist his face to look up as he was was struggling under the sudden pressure on his neck, thanks to the powerful body over head. When Sven's eyes looked up, he could see the opportunity he needed gloating right over him, begging to be focused on, as it screamed through the yellow lyrca. Sven felt that familiar tingle, and naturally took over. 

Sven twisted his body in, but kept his head locked before Andre could move himself to compensate for Sven’s quick movements. Then, the Captain took advantage and propelled his hand up into Andre’s bulbous crotch and pushed his grasp forward, as he clasped around the soft, squishy sack that gave him the tingles. Andre's handsome black, kingly face froze as he realized he left himself wide open, and felt the raw consequences of his shortsightedness. 

With a natural carelessness, Sven pushed Andre to the ground with his balls in hand. Andre's manhood was molding around Sven's hand as it forced and flattening those berries, like he were trying to dejuice some supple fruit. 

Sven's hand pressured down towards thigh Andre's thick thigh and slammed it down, crushing Andre's soft blackberries as Andre’s strong, but defeated body banged against the mat.

As Andre banged on the floor, and felt his delicate balls get flattened between Sven’s hand and his own thigh, and a storm of pain overtook him. The black wrestler couldn’t help but let out a cry, as Sven pinned him again. Just like last time, with no effort exerted once Sven was able to grab a hold of Andre's bulge.  

“Come on Andre, you’re making this so easy! Gotta work harder buddy, you’re gonna make us look bad!” Sven said easily as he backed up. He watched Andre’s powerful and glistening black body rolled around, tightly cupping his constantly violated black manhood.  The young, smooth man desperately tried to nurse the aching, crippling agony that was so rudely inflicted upon him. But he all he could do was grit his teeth and bang against the mat with his other hand, as he flailed onto his stomach. 

Sven laughed and scratched his scalp, with had a small layer of blond hair standing over it.

Andre heard Sven's arrogant laugh, and felt himself burn up in rage. 

“Shut up! You fight dirty, yo!”

“Hey, respect your Captain!” Sven yelled back with a more serious expression. “Look at me Andre!”

Sven looked at Andre as his eyes were shut, clenched in pain as he was curled over on his knees. He was groaning and trying to catch his breath, blocking out everything that wasn't inside him right now. 

“I said look at me!” Sven said louder, commanding Andre to look at him. The loudness got the attention of some of the teammates, and saw the position the new wrestler was in. They all knew what was going on here.

“Ah, I remember when I was like that.” Justin said with a sick expression on. He can relate to Andre's predicament right now.

“When you were? Bro, do you not remember what happened, like 30 minutes ago? I'm honestly surprised you even made it to practice." 

"I'm talking about sparring with Sven..." Justin said with a grimace. He was carefully nursing his very sore testicles, which were abused earlier in gym class, and the subsequent bet he lost. Liam couldn't believe he even put the singlet on, yet alone tried to get on the mats. 

"Even then, you’re still crying after every spar with Sven, you learn nothing.” Liam responded. They were sitting together, working up to get sparring. He and Justin weren't going to run right in. Both could use the breather. 

"Yeah, but I listen to him now." Justin mummered, still nursing his delicate manhood. 

"That you do. Everyone learns to listen to Sven, eventually." 

"Yeah... also, I do not cry after every spar with him! Sometimes I do pretty well..."

"Yeah, when he's tired of grabbing you by the balls. He knows not to do it when there's a match coming up, he wants you at 100%."

Justin looked at Liam with a tilted face. His medium length hair shook with him. "Really?"

Liam laughed and rubbed his buzz cut red hair. "Yeah bro, 100 percent. I thought that you'd recognize the pattern by now."

"Huh?"

"You know, a sharp decrease in traumatic ball pain when leading up to a match? Then it coming back again after the matches are over? Dude, your cat knows that I drop by your place every Thursday night!"

"Whatever." Justin brushed off. He cared more about Andre and Sven than Liam right now, anyways.

Andre was glaring up at Sven as he was curled over on the floor, boiling in uncontrollable pain. He saw Sven leering tall over him, standing like he were ready to discipline a misbehaving child. Andre felt like he was being disrespected, but he felt he couldn't do anything about it. He felt powerless under The Captains reach. 

Sven nodded and bent his knees, and rested on one of his heels. 

"Chill the fuck out, and respect Your Captain. I'm doing what's best for you, don't be a bitch about it!" 

Sven asserted with cold calculation as Andre felt his frustrations boiling along with the still sickening throb. Both of these disruptions were caused by the confident prick boasting over him. 

As he was curled over his knees, he began stretching out, getting feeling back in his body. Powering himself up. Andre took The Captain's venom to heart, and couldn't wait to spit it right back at him. 

"Good." Sven said as he shook his head, lowering to his knees. "Let's do this, like men. Maybe you'll learn something Aaron."

"It's Andre." Andre spat out. 

"Fine, sure, whatever. You ready?" Sven asked. He tried to put on a smile at the end of his sentence, but even he felt it forced. Sven doesn't like feeling disrespected, and he finds this black boy, who he was once looking forward to spar with, to be fresh and in need of discipline. 

When the two began to spar, they both found the encounter to be filled with invigorated intensity. Both were needed to take control and teach the other a lesson about respect, which neither thought the other deserved from themselves. 

Sven was in control, trying to grab onto Andre's arm from a front head lock position. Andre was struggling to get free, while not leaving him open for any more of Sven's ball abuse, which would surely give Sven complete control. Suddenly, Andre felt Sven's knee bang into his head and he tried to push away, but then felt Sven go for it again. Andre was dazed after the second strike, but through the haze felt Sven taking control once again. Andre felt himself grow furious at Sven, who once again struck dirty at an opportunistic moment. The newest member of the wrestling crew took no longer to unleash upon the cocky Captain. 

Andre started pushing back against Sven furiously, and Sven had to change his stance to gain control. He spread his legs to hold his stance as best he could, and tried to fight against the suddenly overpowering black kid, who's head was squirming free of his bicep. Andre looked forward and saw the much smaller yellow bulge between Sven's legs. Andre grew angry at the sight, remembering the sickness he's fighting through, and held back no fury.

Andre swung his arm forward like a windmill, the back of his long black fingers smacking into Sven's crotch with authority. Sven groaned out at the feeling and tightened in shock, almost falling over on his own accord. His blue eyes crossed and mouth opened, and Andre used Sven's own momentum against him, and pinned him to the floor easily. 

Andre's strong body lied over Sven's now almost limp body, covered with sweat and the sweet juices of retribution. Andre heard a couple teammates clap and woo as he lied over Sven and smiled as he backed off. Sven pressed his palms softly to the pain, holding onto his small, assaulted manhood. His blue were closed as he breathed and shifted slowly, his powerful and so commonly domineering body on the receiving end of a nut slap of his own. 

"Point, new guy. Damn. You see that shit Liam?" Justin asked. 

"Yeah, I fucking did. Good shit, Andre."

"That's his name?" 

"Yeah. Think so at least. Well, it is for now, we'll see after Sven gets through with him."

Justin laughed and shook his head. "Maybe this guy will be different."

Liam smiled and shook his head carefully. His focus was on Sven who just sat up and was glaring at Andre's confident smirk with his steaming Scandinavian eyes. 

"Don't like the taste of your own medicine?"

Sven's blue eyes blazed as his breath grew heavier. He could not believe the nerve of this new kid. The disrespect and arrogance inside that chiseled black frame, the undeserving pride and ego glistening over that ebony sculpture. The audacity coursing through his vivid veins, and the nauseating narcissism sitting in that pouch between his legs. Sven told himself that he cannot stand for this, and it's his duty to put this overconfident, beefy and proud wrestler in his place.  

"You're going to regret that." Sven spat as he looked down. He was absolutely furious. 

Andre laughed as he got on his hands and knees. He looked forward to Sven, and motioned for him to come around. 

"Come on then. I'll even give you the advantage."

Sven could not believe the audacity of this prick. He pushed through the pain, one hand still holding onto his crotch, nursing his bits as he walked around and saw Andre from behind. He stared at Andre's curves and lost himself in the sight. The bulbous sack beneath his curvy ass looked so hypnotic. Sven could not stop himself from imagining exactly how Andre's cock and balls were lying, held tightly in that mesh of doughy goodness, which looked so full and enticing. 

"You're going to take a picture while you're back there, fag?" Andre spat, after realizing how long Sven was taking. 

A couple of wrestlers gasped and made surprised noises after hearing the brash comment from Andre. They know better than to talk to Sven that way. 

Sven felt himself grow furious at the accusation, and he had no further thoughts but to make Andre know his place and shut his mouth. 

Sven didn't take up the appropriate position on top of Andre, but instead threw a hand down onto Andre's head, and the other dug into that yellow sack, which held Andre's fertility and confidence. He closed his strong, angry hand around that soft pouch, twisting and squeezing Andre's sore testicles, with his only intention being that Andre feels the most amount of pain as possible. 

Andre buckled as he felt Sven's attack, but his face was pushed towards the mat, and he couldn't fight back accordingly. He cried out, groaning and whining as his juicy black plums were being mercilessly squeezed. Andre yelped as the Captain pulled up on his manhood, feeling like his balls might get pulled up through his ass if he doesn't stop Sven. He flailed his legs, but it was useless as Sven had firm control, squeezing and twisting with one hand, but pushing down with the other. Andre's face was getting flattened into the ground as his eyes teared and body squirmed in defeat. 

Sven tightened his fist as he screamed into his closed mouth, then threw Andre to the floor, like he's gotten everything he wanted out of the black wrestler. Andre held onto his abused globes tenderly, rolling away from Sven and crying out with unrestrained agony. His eyes were watering and he couldn't fight the painful and hoarse noises he was making. Andre helplessly whined on the mat, and couldn't believe how unhonorable the Captain turned out to be. 

"Everyone! Sparrings over, go to the locker room!" Sven commanded. 

The wrestling crew got up from their positions and quickly marched to the locker room. Some had their eyes down to the ground, and the rest had their eyes on the new guy, as he helplessly nursed his abused manhood. 

Sven pushed his foot onto Andre's face, shoving his stinky toes towards the defeated black wrestler's nose. Andre grimaced and tried to push away, but didn't have the power to fight Sven. 

"That means you too, punk. Downstairs, now!" Sven yelled as he turned towards the locker room and bolted down. The team split for him, letting their Captain through without any risk of aggravation. 

"Holy shit. Sven is going to kill him..." Justin said, as Liam held onto his back. 

"Yeah..." Liam replied, as the two of them walked past Andre. Both were debating comforting Andre, but Liam thought it best not to potentially aggravate Sven. 

He felt Justin stop walking, and lean towards the downed, whimpering black wrestler. Liam instantly gripped onto Justin's tight singlet, and pulled him back. 

"No."

"But Liam, he-"

"No, Justin, no. Trust me, I get it. But seriously, don't get involved. It's not worth it." Liam said, pulling on Justin as he weakly fought against his more aware's friends better judgement. 

Liam was able to bring Justin down without any more of a struggle, and they looked around. The room was mostly quiet, everyone unsure what they should be doing. Most people's eyes were on Sven, who has lowered the straps of his singlet and was sitting at the bench, looking forward with an unmoving stare that worried every boy in the room. No one made a noise louder than the sound of the lockers opening and closing, and their whispers felt scared to carry too far. The tension was palpable, and everyone knew that Andre needed to come down here to fix it. 

Within a couple minutes, everyone heard steps slowly dragging towards the locker room and all other noises ceased. Everyone's eyes were waiting for the young black wrestler to come show up, and the tension in the room can be resolved. 

Soon, Andre showed up around the corner, one hand carefully holding onto his crotch as he pulled his feet forward with angry resignation. He looked around the room and saw everyone looking at him. He felt shamed and uneasy. 

"What are you all looking at!?" 

"What took you so long, new guy?" Sven responded. 

Andre looked at Sven with a nasty expression. Looking at Sven boiled his blood and all of these unpleasant emotions and words rushed over him. 

"At a faggot who won't stop touching my junk!" 

Sven sprang up and his eyes were shaking in disbelief. He could not belief the nerve of this new kid. How fucking dare he say something so accusatory and ridiculous!? He knows nothing but how to be a disrespectful little bitch. 

"What!? You wouldn't stop touching my shit, and you-"

"You will not speak to your captain that way!" Sven bellowed as he was visibly twitching. 

"It's the truth, nigga! I see you with that freshman too, you gay for him too, right? You like boys, just admit-"

Sven pushed Andre to the ground with venomous frustration. Andre fell back, and looked up at Sven, who's emotions were getting the better of him. 

"You will watch your fucking mouth, and show me respect! I'm Your Captain, and you're a fucking no good, black piece of shit! You wish I were gay, fucking faggot!"

Andre sprang back up and pushed Sven to the ground, and didn't hold himself back as he followed Sven to the ground and began to scrap with The Captain on the floor. 

The two boys grappled, and angrily pulled each other on the floor. The entire locker room gathered around in a circle, hoping to get as good of a view as they could. No one wanted to miss any of this fight. 

Sven was quicker, as he was in less of a disadvantage going into this, so he was naturally able to have the upper hand to start with. He held Andre down by pushing down on his back, as he was struggling on his belly. Sven started clobbering down on the back of Andre's head, as the bulging black wrestler tried to protect his head and push Sven off at the same time. 

Andre caught one of Sven's hands and pulled him to the ground, then started bashing in the overconfident Captain. Striking his handsome Scandinavian face with oppressed, dedicated fury. Sven pulled his head in, and grabbed onto one of Andre's arms, trying to hold it down and keep control of the situation. He started to hook it, and then slammed Andre's head to the ground. Andre kept on attacking Sven with his other arm, but it didn't stop The Captain. He twisted his body around, and slammed his knee into Andre's free arm, and pushed it down with authority. Andre couldn't push through Sven, and found both of his arms trapped under The Captain's orders. 

Sven looked down at the struggling Andre and laughed. He loved the look on Andre's face. Immersed in the fight, sweat trickling down. Sven loved to hear his grunting, see and feel his grunting and body movements underneath him. Sven shoved his hand in Andre's face and laughed as he felt Andre try to contest, but fail to make a mark. 

"Ha, come on! I thought you had more in you!" Sven twisted his leg slightly, looked down and made sure he could have some fun without giving any opportunity for Andre to fight back. He turned back, with a knee pushing down on one arm, the other arm hooked under his arm pit, and then looked back as he pushed his foot into Andre's soft pouch. He heard Andre yell out, as Sven felt Andre's meaty dick under his wrestling shoes. Sven pushed it around, playing around with Andre's dick, and then slapping the squishy bulge, making it jiggle. Sven laughed again as he looked back at Andre's face and saw the young man's red face look furious. He

"Come on! That's all you got!" Sven emphasized with a harsh smack of his foot, flattening Andre's enormous manhood. Andre grunted out, and tried to curl up, but Sven was too powerful. The pain started to throb again, and Andre felt it difficult to breathe. He looked around and saw the entire team staring at him, some laughing and joking, and he realized how embarrassing this is. Andre began thrashing around again, but Sven started to dig his foot into the meaty orb he could easily make out to curb Andre's energy. 

"AHHH! MY NUTS YO!" 

"I thought you were strong!? Can't handle some play, huh? I'm going easy on you!" Sven teased as he shook his foot around, twisting and pulling Andre's large, dark testicle. Andre felt the pain intensify under his singlet, and felt himself growing sicker by the moment. 

"Fuck off my balls! You're gay, man!"

Sven grimaced and stomped his foot down with venom, trying to bang against the floor through the soft globe that was in the way. Andre cried out and painfully wheezed as he felt Sven grab his face once again. 

"Shut up, faggot! Respect Your fucking Captain!" Sven spat in Andre's face as he couldn't handle the disrespect Andre was throwing his way. He held Andre's face as it was inches from his own. Both could feel and smell the breath of the other. 

Andre's hooked arm was clawing at Sven, and managed to grab a hold of his neck and pull back. Sven didn't expect this, and his leg got pulled off of Andre's arm for a moment. That opening was all Andre needed. 

Adrenaline rushed through Andre's veins and he pushed into and starting mauling Sven. All the embarrassment and disrespect he's felt exploded out at once. Sven could barely keep up. 

Andre saw the opportunity as Sven's legs were wide and his arms were high, and angrily slammed his knee into Sven's yellow spandexed bulge. His small balls were crushed and flattened, and Sven groaned out, trying to protect his spuds. But, Andre didn't let him get a hold of them, and instantly replaced his knee with his piercing hand. 

"Ahh fuck!!" 

"What, bitch!? I'm just going easy on you!" Andre twisted and slammed his hand to emphasize as he tried as best he could to crush Sven's small nuts in his big, masculine and angry hand. Sven tried to send his hand in to counter with a pair of testicles in his own hand, but Andre grabbed onto his wrist and held it down. Andre dug his thumb in, and tried to crush Sven's left nut completely. Sven shrilly cried out and thrashed around if terror. But, The Captain couldn't get free and was held prisoner, thanks to his own tactics. 

Sven started to grow weaker, and his eyes started to get teary. The crowd around them couldn't believe that they were witnissing their Captains life fade out of his body, as he started to grow limp and whine weakly. They've never seen Sven like this before. 

"Please... I give..." 

"What!? I'm just having fun!" 

"Aaak! Fuck, please!"

"Oh, you wanna have some fun too!? Alright, here!" 

Andre pulled on Sven's limp wrist, and brought it to his yellow latex bulge. He pulled Sven's hand to his dick, and pushed it up. He made sure to keep Sven's hand as far away from his balls as possible, so he separated the two. Then, he pushed and rubbed Sven's hand, so he was getting his dick rubbed by Sven's hand. 

"There! You like that, right?" Andre asked Sven, who was weakly moaning. His other hand was on Andre's wrist, as it held onto his small testicles, and he could hardly move. But, Andre saw and felt that Sven's dick was moving. He watched it grow and push against the yellow fabric. 

"I knew it! You wanna suck my cock, don't you!"

"No... please, stop."

"Oh, it's okay, I don't mind! A dick suckin, is a dick suckin!" 

Andre undid his singlet, and pulled it down. Quickly, his mammoth black dick and balls were hanging out, freely for the entire lockerroom to see. There were gasps and sounds of shock at the sight of Andre's gargantuan manhood. Andre's cock was already hard, and it looked like a force of nature. He grabbed onto Sven and hit him in the face with his dick. 

"Come on, suck it, Captain! Suck my dick!" 

Sven looked at the juicy cock in front of him, but also saw his teammates around him. Sven closed his eyes and looked away, starting to weakly struggle again. But then, Andre twisted his hand, and Sven cried out in pain. 

"I said, suck my dick, Captain! Come on!" Andre thrusted his black sword towards Sven's mouth, and it naturally fell in. Sven groaned and shook his head, but started bobbing his head with his eyes closed. With time, he started to get into it. 

"Yeah, that's right..." Andre sensually moaned out as he felt his cock getting sucked. 

Sven bobbed his head and moved in motion, naturally sucking Andre's behemoth with a surprisingly large amount of passion. His eyes were closed, and he was in the moment. His own cock was fully erect too, and it started dripping when he tasted Andre's precum on his tongue. 

The locker-room was speechless. All that could be heard was the slapping of Andre's large black nuts against his thigh, and the moans that came out of his mouth. Andre's eyes were glazed and lost in the amazing bliss he was experiencing caressing his black cock, and Sven was furiously engaged in finishing the job he's started. 

Andre let out a short breathed moan as his glistening, black mountain of a body twitched and then tensed as his dick exploded in Sven's mouth. Sven began to choke on the sudden explosion, and had to spit out Andre's cock as it overfilled his mouth. Andre's cock sprayed out as he left Sven's mouth, bouncing up and covering Sven's face and some of the audience with the evidence of Sven's first dick sucking. Those affected directly groaned in distaste, but the others laughed and some even woo'd and clapped. 

"That's a lot of spunk!" 

"It looks like there's a leak!"

"Hurry, Sven! Cover it! Cover the leak!"

Most laughed as Sven was lost in his own pain and world. He came in his singlet too, a wide stain growing from the tip of his cock, leaking and covering his stomach and groin. 

Andre let out a sigh of relief, and looked down at Sven. He saw him lying back, somewhat confused and with his face and singlet stained. Andre felt Sven's two testicles in his palm still, and twisted and pulled suddenly. Sven screamed out, and held onto Andre's wrist as his legs turned and kicked pathetically. Sven whined and cried, as he begged to be set free. Andre let go, mercifully, and Sven curled in and rolled around, weakly muttering about his balls with tears rolling down his cheek. 

Andre looked around and saw the entire team staring at him. He looked down, saw his drained and swollen testicles, and now limp and still leaking cock beneath him. Andre stood up, and pulled his singlet up without a word. 

"So, like... is Andre The Captain, now?" Justin asked, breaking the silence. Liam backhanded Justin in his stomach, doubling Justin over with a gasp of breath. Andre started laughing, and some of the team joined in with him. 

"Ignore Justin... but I think that's enough practice for today. We should get going, guys." Liam spoke up. 

"Why!? If Andre gets his dick sucked, I want mine too!" Someone cheered, getting some laughs. 

"Go home and call up Justin's mom if you want that." Liam replied, getting roaring laughter from most of the wrestling team. Justin looked up at Liam with hurt, questioning eyes. Liam looked back with a shhh expression, and held onto Justin's head. 

"Seriously, let's head out." Liam asserted. 

Most of the team agreed to get going and call practice early for today. Most people were talking quietly within themselves, and the rest were congratulating and talking to Andre. Patting him on the back, cheering him on. It was a special occasion, and Andre felt proud of himself. When he looked down at Sven, crying and curled up, hiding from the world around him, it made him feel even better. The black wrestler loved seeing that overconfident, asshole in such a weak position, due to his own unsportsmanlike tactics being used against him. And it felt even better getting his cock sucked, and having Sven choke on it. Choke on his black cherry juice and, then squeeze Sven's small, beady raisins, until he begged for mercy. Andre knew Sven deserved it, and couldn't wait to see him at practice next. He wanted Sven to look at him in the eyes, knowing that last time they met, he made The Captain suck his juicy cock and like it.