The Saint Bernard Boys - The Party: Part 1

Here is the beginning of what was always meant to be the "finale". Enjoy! 

 

 

Mikey's party finally arrived! Jordan's reminded each of the 7 boys to come by in their Sunday's best! Well, he didn't actually specify a dress code at any point, but it went without saying that he wanted everyone to look their sexy selves. And all 7 sexy boys showed up, and all 9 of everyone were in Mikey's place, and everyone was ready for some fun. 

We start off with Cody showing up on his own accord. The sexy teenager was wearing a blue dress shirt, with white stripes. He got this at American Eagle when he and a few of the boys went shopping some time ago. It fit him exactly how he'd like it to and Cody was happy to be wearing it at the party. He was wearing some tight fitting jeans that hugged him tightly. You could see the large bulge in his jeans quite well, and Cody hoped it would please the birthday boy. 

"Cody! Oh my god it's great to see you!" Mikey said, as he opened his door. He moved in to hug Cody, and Cody returned the favor, hugging Mikey who was wearing a black tee and sweats. 

"It's awesome to see you too! Happy birthday dude, I got you something." Cody said, giving Mikey a small red bag. 

"Oh my god Cody, you didn't have to." Mikey said excitedly taking the bag. It took him a lot of restraint to not look in it right then and there. "I thought Jordan told you guys not to get me anything..."

"He did... but I had to get you something nice. It's your birthday haha."

"No, no one else did..." Mikey looked over Cody and his eyes fell on Cody's bulge in his jeans and smiled. "Plus, that's already a gift enough..." Mikey said, looking at Cody's bulge. Cody looked down and chuckled. 

"Yeah, well I wanted to make today special for you." Cody said with a big heart and smile. 

"You're too sweet Cody, honestly. Thanks a bunch." Mikey said, wrapping his arm around Cody again. "I'll bring this to my room, I'll be right back. Acclimate yourself!" Mikey said as he turned to bring the bag to his room. Cody walked in and saw there were quite a few here already. 

Jordan was here, obviously. He was wearing a sleeveless white tee shirt and just sweats. Which was much less then everyone else was wearing to this point. Jordan turned to Cody and smiled. 

"Cody! Hey dude, what's up! Glad you could make it." Jordan's hair was looking great, stylish and pink. 

"Of course, I'm excited!" Cody said, bubbling with energy. He saw Nick standing against the wall and walked up to him. He was wearing an orange polo and a nice yellow pair of shorts. He got these at American Eagle too, when he went with Cody, Paul and Jordan.

"Hey Paul, what's up." Cody said, hand on Nick's shoulder. Cody got the two twins confused. Nick turned his head with a raised eyebrow. 

"It's Nick, haha."

"Oh." Cody said, embarrassed. "Uh, hey Nick. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it dude, happens all the time. How you doing Cody?" Nick asked. 

"Good, good. Happy to be here. Sure beats getting yelled at by my mom at home, that's for sure."

"Oh, I bet. Paul tells me your house is quite the house of horrors some days."

"Yeah..." Cody said, looking down. Nick put his arm around Cody's neck and pulled him close. 

"Well, you always have a place at our house... anytime Cody." Nick said resting his own head on Cody's for a moment before letting go. Cody looked up at Paul with a wholesome smile. 

"Thanks." 

Nick nodded with a smile and turned back to the middle of the room. Paul and Nate were talking about something in the middle of the room. Paul was wearing a nice white tee that hugged his body well, and a nice pair of light khakis, one you would see someone wear at Saint Bernard High School. Nate was wearing a buttoned up white dress shirt and a good pair of light blue slacks. 

"I was told this was a party, I wanted to look nice." Nate said. 

"Dude, it's just us. Why do you want to look all nice."

"Because I didn't know the attire, no one told me the dress code. I didn't want to under prepare." 

"Well, whatever. You do look nice." Paul said, being honest. 

"I know. Thanks." Nate said with a smile. Nate's in good spirits today. "I mean, I wouldn't look so out of place if Jordan wasn't wearing his Saturday morning clothes." 

"Hey, Mikey likes it when I wear this. And I think I look sexy." Jordan said, defending him being under dressed. 

"You should've said Mikey likes it when people look lazy. I do a damn fine job of looking lazy." Nate said as Mikey entered the room.

"Yeah, my fault for not specifying. Should of told Jordan ya'll can wear whatever, it doesn't matter. But, all of you do look amazing." Mikey said standing behind the couch, still wearing sweats and a black tee. 

Just then, there was the sound of a door bell. 

"Ah, that should be the rest of them!" Mikey said excited, running to the door. 

"Liam's picked them up?" Cody said, referring to Justin and Sven. 

"Yeah, I think so. You'd imagine, at least." Paul responded. 

"Ahh! You all look FABULOUS!" Everyone heard Mikey say out of sight. 

"Not as fabulous as the birthday boy." Liam was heard replying. 

"Sweats and a black tee are the new suit and tie." Sven said aloud. A few laughs were heard growing closer, and the 4 all came into sight. Mikey led the charge, and Liam was right behind. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a white tee shirt and some jeans. Liam took off the jacket, and looked for a place to put it. Mikey took it and whispered something in Liam's ear. Liam nodded and followed Mikey away from everyone. 

"Jordan, come on." Mikey said. Jordan got up off the couch and followed Liam and Mikey. Sven and Justin were left in the room, and looked around. Sven was wearing a long sleeve light blue Aeropastle shirt and a strong looking pair of jeans that hugged him well, but weren't too tight. Justin was wearing a very tight plain dark blue shirt and some sweats. The two of them were welcomed in the room.

"Hey guys!" Cody said first. 

"Hey Cody, everyone else. Everyone feeling good?" Justin asked, jumping on the empty couch. Sven took a seat to his left, in front of Nate and Paul who were sitting on the floor. 

"I'm feeling good." Nate replied. 

"Me too." Paul added. 

"Does anyone know what we're actually doing here? Just chilling and shit?" Justin asked. 

"Well, maybe. But it's Mikey and Jordan, they probably wanna do something... a bit... intimate." Nick added slyly. Got some chuckles.

"Yeah, haha." Cody said. "I'm looking forward to having some fun though, I doubt it's gonna be anything too much. Mikey isn't gonna invite us over so he can stick something in each of our bums." 

"That would not surprise me honestly." Paul said. 

"No, it wouldn't." Nick replied laughing. "But I doubt it. He has Jordan if he wants to humiliate. We must be here for something more than just that."

"Maybe we'll play spin the bottle! Or pin the tail on the donkey... both sound great!" Justin said laughing. 

"I've never actually played pin the tail on the donkey. I feel like I missed out on valuable childhood memories." Sven added. 

"Oh, the game was crap. I always LOVED musical chairs though." Nate said, wrapping his arms around his slacks. 

"Oh my god, that was my shit. Me and Paul used to always be the last two standing, and it was so fucking intense each time." Nick said. 

"Yo, I remember thooose... I remember this one time, the music stopped and I was about to jump into the chair and cement myself as the King of Musical Chairs of the 2nd grade. But this dickhead grabbed the chair right before I was gonna sit down and I fell flat on my ass." Paul said, as the boys laughed. 

"You cried like a bitch too." Nick said. 

"Of course I did, you stole victory from under me. And that fall hurt too, I broke my ass... I meant to throw myself down on that chair, and I just hit hard wood floor. Couldn't sit right for days haha." 

"I loved Pinata's when I was a kid. That pride when you were the one to break the pinata, mmm." Justin said reminiscing. 

"Only time I've been around for a pinata was for Stevie. He had a pinata and I had to hold the damn thing up as he swung the stick around like a fucking lunatic."

"Haha, I can imagine that. He totally got you in the balls didn't he." Paul said. 

"Of course he did. It's not a Brennan family get together if I'm not puking up my plums." Cody said in good spirits. Everyone got a laugh out of that. 

Some steps came their way, and everyone turned. It was Jordan and Mikey. 

"Okay everyone. I'm sure you're wondering what we're actually gonna do here." Mikey started off saying. "And I'll tell you in a moment. But first... thank you all for coming, this really means a lot... but onto what we're actually gonna do. Let me show you the... officator... LIAM. COME HERE SEXY."

With that Liam came strutting in, and he was wearing something different then when he first came in. He was wearing a buttoned down stripped white and black shirt with no sleeves, and short and tight fitting black shorts, that hugged his huge bulge. There was no imagination required, you knew exactly how big Liam was. He came in twirled around, shimmying a dance. It got some whistles and hollering and clapping amongst the boys. 

"In case you cannot tell... Liam here... is a sexy referee!" Jordan said aloud.

"That's right boys." Liam said, holding his crotch, and rubbing his hand up his body. "I am... the sexy officiator for tonight's events." Liam said with a smirk. 

"Events?"

"Yes, events!" Mikey said excitedly. "First, let's move the couch of the way. We're gonna need some room." With that Sven and Justin got off the couch, and pushed it back against the wall. Jordan and Mikey helped them move it correctly, and then there was a decent amount of room. A lot of space... for activities. 

"Okay, so. I have a basic outline planned out. Three sanctioned events. I put some thought into this... and I'm very happy that we're going to have Liam officiating everything. Not only does he look SO DAMN good in these way too tight clothes me and Jordan picked out..." Mikey said glancing at Liam, who smiled and moved his hands over his shorts. "...but it fits perfectly with how I want everything to work. So first, what we're gonna have here... a tag team match!"

"A tag team match? Here?" Nick asked, looking around. 

"Sure, why not? There's some room, and the members can just be in the corner. Winner is determined by a pin fall or submission. Oh, and the only rule for all of these matches is that there are no rules. No holds barred." 

"Oh, I'm sure that will keep everything fair and above the belt." Sven said sarcastically. 

"I hope so." Jordan said with a grin. 

"Me too darling... tag team match. Since I'm the birthday boy... I want to start this off with my boyfriend." Mikey said wrapping his arm around Jordan. "And we both want to face off against..." Mikey waited as the tension grew a bit. 

"...Sven and Paul!"

"Wow, I'm honored." Sven said. 

"Me and Sven? You two want to get pummled, don't you?" Paul said cockily.

"Given what you know about us..." Jordan said with a grin. "...what makes you think anything differently?"

Paul shrugged and watched as Mikey grabbed his boyfriends bulge in his sweats. Jordan yelped and jerked in place. Mikey let go quickly and watched as Jordan bent over, moaning with a smile on.

"I like it rough. I hope you two do too..." Mikey said, hoping things get dirty really soon.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about us." Sven said. "You're gonna have to worry about being able to enjoy the rest of your birthday after I'm through with you." Sven said with a mix of playfulness and sadism. 

"Oh, make me regret it Daddy..." Mikey said with a smirk. Sven's eyebrows raised and he laughed, leaning against the wall. "Jordan told you about Greg?"

"Oh yes, I love it. It's so perfectly cruel." Mikey said. 

Sven laughed and bowed. "I try."

"Is Greg that freshman you're bullying?" Liam asked. 

"Yup."

"Why are you bullying him, exactly?" Cody asked. 

"Honestly..." Sven started off, thinking of the answer he wanted to give. The truth is that Sven just wants to. There's something about Greg that makes him just want to punish him for being so... himself. Sven likes Greg, in a way. And he can only deal with this by making the weak kid call him Daddy with spread legs and an aching pair of testicles.

"...is me just wanting to a good enough reason?" Sven asked. 

"Well... I guess but-"

"I think it's pretty funny honestly." Jordan said. 

Cody shook his head, realizing there's no point. 

"Anyways... after that the gripping tag team match... we're gonna have a bit of a grudge match, I guess? There may be some harbored feelings, and I hope the match will help sort that. It's gonna be Nick vs Nate!"

Nick and Nate turned to each other and stared. Neither were sure how to feel about it. 

"Grudge match? What?" Cody asked. 

"Oh yeah. Nate tried to drown Nick the other day." Paul said. 

Cody's eyes bugged out. "What?"

"Yeah, he tried to drown my brother. Nick was being a player and moving on his sister, and-"

"Nate has a sister?"

"Why does that surprise everyone?" Nate said aloud. 

"Because it just does. Anyways, Nick was making a move on Ms. Hogan and Nate didn't like that. So Nate tried to... deal with the situation by killing him." 

Cody turned to Nate with a bewildered expression. Nate looked down and rubbed his neck. "I... didn't think it through."

"You know, you never even apologized for almost killing me." Nick said, almost bitterly. 

"Because I have nothing to apologize for." 

"WHAT? Nothing to apologize for? The fuck, you-"

"I told you not to make a move on my sister."

"And you didn't even let me leave the room before you submerged my head in tub water."

"You tried to drown him in your own tub?" Cody asked. 

"Okay, I didn't try and drown him. I just needed him to not fuck my sister."

"Which you don't deal with by DROWN-"

"Okay, okay, calm down. You two can deal with each other later. Get everything out then. But no attempted murders, please. Would properly ruin my birthday." Mikey said laughing. "And the last activity... by process of elimination..."

"Me and Justin..." Cody said. Math was always Cody's strong suit in school. 

"Correct. Cody Brennan vs Justin Abercrombie." Jordan said with a smile. 

"Wow, that'll be something. The two weakest balls and nicest people in a fight? I expect nothing but bitch slaps." Nate said. Both Justin and Cody glared at Nate. 

"I certainly hope not. I want the two of you to fight and fight dirty. You get me?" Mikey said, pointing at both of them. 

"Come on, it won't be fair. Look at Cody. He's a twig compared to me." Justin said, flexing his muscles in his dark blue shirt. 

"Stranger things have happened." Cody said, with a hint of annoyance at Justin's confidence. 

"Come on Cody, don't be ridiculous. I'm stronger and my balls are way stronger too-"

"What? Your balls? Are stronger than mine?" Cody said, not believing him. 

"Of course dude." Justin said confidently grabbing his bulge in his sweats. 

"Man, you are delusional. I've seen you get busted, and I take it way better than you-"

"Oh please, you're way worse than I am with that shit."

"We can DEBATE this later. Prove it even, in fierce battle." Mikey said. "But for now... it's time to get this underway! Oh, Jordan help me move the TV. Can't have that break." Mikey added, moving over to the TV. Jordan followed and the two lifted the TV and brought it far away from the battle zone. 

"Okay..." Jordan said, coming back to the middle. "Everyone, spread out, this area is for battle only. Standing seats are over there, or you can sit on the couch if you want over there." Jordan said pointing in two different directions. Cody and Nick took a seat on the couch, while Justin and Nate took the standing seats. To the left of Cody and Nick was the wall, and to the right was the corner of Jordan and Mikey. Directly in front of the couch at the other end of the room was Sven and Paul's corner. To Sven and Paul's left was Nate and Justin, out of the way, but still with a good view. 

"All right, Liam. Submission or pinfall only, 1 2 3. Both shoulders have to stay down the entire time for it to count."

"Yeah, I know. I watched WWE before." 

"Just making sure." Mikey said, walking up to Liam. He put his arm around him and whispered something in his ear. Liam laughed and looked at Mikey with a questioning expression. 

"Really?" He asked. 

"Yessir. I'll let you know." Mikey replied. Liam nodded and backed up, jogging in place. Mikey went to his corner to talk to Jordan, and Sven and Paul were already in their own corner chatting it out. 

"Who do you thinks gonna win?" Cody asked Nick. 

"In this match? Sven and Paul, easy." Nick answered.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. Maybe Mikey has some tricks up his sleeve, you never know."

"Maybe he has some pocket sand. Pocket sand is a great equalizer." 

Cody laughed hard. "Pocket sand... yo, that'd be awesome to see."

"It would. Also... do you really think you have stronger balls than Justin." Nick asked lowly. 

Cody looked at Nick and nodded. "I think so. I'm used to it. All the... uh, practice at home. Plus muscles aren't everything." Cody said confidently. 

Nick nodded and looked at Justin and Nate chatting it up. 

"Do you not believe in me?" Cody asked, nudging Nick. Nick turned back to Cody. 

"Of course I do, don't ask that. It's just... I don't know. Justin is a wrestler... and he is stronger. And I've seen you try and fight open a snickers bar before, and it didn't go too well." Nick said playfully. 

"Yeah, well Snickers bars don't have a pair of testicles. Justin does."

"And so do you."

Cody nodded and rubbed his bulging manhood. "This is true."

"But why did you try and-"

"I don't know, I was caught up in the moment. He fought back, and I wanted to make sure I came out on top..." Nate answered Justin.

"So... the first thing that came to mind..." Justin said with a huge smile "...is, 'I know what to do. Let's kill him.'"

Nate shook his head, and ran his hand through his hair. "I wasn't actually gonna kill him... probably. I just needed him to... you know. Do what I said."

"Someone likes being in control." Justin said with a laugh. Nate nodded, and grabbed Justin by the balls. Justin gasped out and held onto Nate's arm. 

"You're right... I do like being in control..." Nate said as he squeezed his hand around Justin's balls. Justin whimpered. 

"Okok, point taken." Justin said in a raspy voice. 

Nate let go, and Justin fell to his knees, holding his bulge. 

"Ugh..." 

"Yeah, yeah, get over it." Nate said as he looked up and saw that the match as about to begin. Jordan and Sven were standing a few few apart and Liam was standing between them. His legs were wide, a hand was in the air. He looked at both competitors before he spoke. 

"Okay guys, I want a good, nasty game here. Lot's of eye pokes and low blows." Liam said with a stern face. Jordan, in a sleeveless tee and sweats nodded. His strong arms and chest looked like they were a worthy foe for Sven on the other side. Sven's upper body was covered by a long sleeve light blue shirt, and his jeans looked really good on him. Hugged his ass well, and made his bulge look better than it was. Sven rubbed his thumb on his chin as he stared at Jordan with a smile. 

"...BEGIN!" Liam said, and threw his hand down between the two. The match has begun. Jordan and Sven looked at each other, neither saying a word. Then Sven moved his head left to right, left to right, and bent over slightly. He started walking around Jordan, and Jordan followed by walking around Sven. The two circled each other, Sven keeping his head moving in the same pattern, and Jordan kept his head still. Jordan moved his hands up and feigned a quick jump to Sven, who tried to side step. Sven chuckled and licked his lips. 

"Okay, okay..."

Jordan smiled and kept circling. Both boys bodies were looking fine and were waiting to get their hands on each other. Sven made the first move. He dove towards Jordan's legs, and caught Jordan's left leg. Jordan tried to push his legs away and wrap his arms around Sven's head, but Sven kept the pressure on. Jordan couldn't get a grip. Sven took Jordan down, taking him off his feet and landing hard on his back with a thud. Sven crawled on top of Jordan and turned himself around ontop of Jordan, twirling around like the propellers of a helicopter. Sven stopped and took a grab of Jordan's left arm, put it under his arm pit bendy side up and put some pressure on the elbow. Jordan grimaced, and Sven pulled on his arm, moving Jordan to his feet. 

"This is too easy. Try something, come on." Sven said aloud. 

Jordan grabbed Sven's ankle and took it out from underneath him, causing Sven to fall on his back. Sven's grip loosened  and Jordan was able to put himself in a more advantageous position. He flipped Sven over onto his back, and tried to put him in a rear naked choke. Sven realized this and as Jordan put his belly onto Sven's back, Sven rolled over, lying himself over Jordan and lifted his lower body up and slammed it right down ontop of Jordan, causing Jordan to grunt. But he held tightly. Sven did the same thing, which caused Jordan even more pain. Sven tried it a 3rd time, this time raising his body even further up. Sven's shirt was left behind a bit, and you could see his smooth back as his lower body was in the air. As he came crashing back down, Jordan moved his knees up. Sven's back hit Jordan's knees, and Sven cried out as he was now in a choke hold with his back hurting, and him hanging precariously. Jordan then moved his legs out of the way, and Sven's lower half fell ontop of him with less energy then before. Jordan wrapped his legs around Sven, having his feet over Sven's crotch. Sven put his hands over Jordan's arms, trying to get some space, but Jordan had it in tight.

"Do you tap?" Liam asked, Sven. Liam was watching intently, and had every intention to do his job as perfectly as he could. Liam's legs were spread, his head was close to Sven's and Jordan's, and he was leaning over. His bulge was facing Mikey, who was happy with the view. 

Sven didn't say anything, just kept on struggling. Jordan slammed his feet into Sven's bulge, which caused Sven to cry out and lose even more breath. Sven decided the time to act was now. He rolled onto his belly, with Jordan on his back. Sven, in a feat of strength, lifted both himself and Jordan off the floor. Jordan was shaking his head screaming.

"AHHHHH! STAY DOWN DAMMIT!" Jordan shook out as his pink hair flailed around. Sven got onto his feet and found Paul who was watching attentively. Paul's hand reached out as Sven stumbled towards him. Sven reached out and smacked his hand. Liam slapped his hand as well, to signify that a tag as been made. Sven then fell onto his back, squashing Jordan between himself and the carpet. Jordan grunted and let go. Sven then rolled over, finally able to catch his breath. It was Paul's turn now. 

Paul didn't waste much time, and instantly sent a mean curb stomp directly at Jordan's genitals as the young man lied there with his legs spread, recapturing his breath. Jordan cried out and jerked out with his eyes wide. He held his hands over his balls, and tried to crawl away. One hand holding his bulge, the other pulling himself towards his boyfriend. Mikey extended his hand and waved it around, hoping Jordan gets there soon. Paul watched and let out a low laugh as he pulled on Jordan's legs. He then lifted his legs up, and held Jordan's legs at Paul's own head, proving his own strength. Jordan was now upside down, his shirt fell over his head, his strong hairless body on display for everyone. Paul thought he had Jordan right where he wanted him. 

Jordan however, was resourceful. Much more resourceful than anyone expected. Jordan pushed himself towards his boyfriend with his hands, then in a swift motion, came flying back and pulled his legs towards his boyfriend while simultaneously pushing his head up between Paul's legs and pushing Paul's legs off the ground. The two boys switched positions, and Paul landed on his back, and Jordan was sitting on top, with Paul's legs held tight. 

"Oh shit!" Liam panicked as he realized this was a pin attempt. He shot to the floor and went for the count. 

"ONE!"

"TW-" Paul was able to push Jordan off him before the two count finished. 

"What the fuck?!?" Paul said aloud, echoing the thoughts of everyone else.

"WOAH DUDE THAT WAS SO COOL!" Cody bellowed in excitement, jumping out of his seat. 

"That was some Luchadore crap, WHAT the fuck Jordan.! Nick said impressed with Jordan. Jordan turned his head to the two boys by the couch and winked.

"Anything for the fans." Jordan said before turning back to Paul, who was on his knees, trying to figure out what just happened. Jordan turned to his boyfriend and walked over with a hand over crotch and tagged him in. Liam slapped his hands together to signify the tag as been made. 

Mikey's dark brown eyes stared into Paul's own lighter shade of green eyes. The two stood toe to toe. Mikey's medium length messy brown hair, Paul's short jet black hair. Paul stood a bit taller than Mikey, and much stronger, But Mikey was confident in his black tee and sweats. Paul didn't have the same aura of confidence in his white tee and tight khakis. This might've been due to Jordan flipping him over unexpectedly. Paul decided to start this off with something he was confident in. Paul extended his hand palm out for a test of strength. Mikey smiled and obliged. Then both sent their other hands to meet the others, and each had both hands locked with the other.

"Oh, this will be something." Justin said, still on his knees. He didn't have to be, but he the idea of getting up hadn't occurred to him yet. 

The two locked hands, and spread their legs, trying to get the upper hand. Mikey knew Paul was stronger, but Mikey wanted to try something. Paul was gaining the upper hand, and starting to overpower Mikey. Mikey decided this was the time. He shot his leg up between Paul's spread legs, unexpectedly kicking Paul in the testicles. 

"Oh, right in the spermbags." Nick said laughing, holding his crotch in sympathy. 

Paul's eyes grew wide as he let out a shrill cry, and pulled his legs together, trying to shrink to the floor. Mikey pulled him down, and got on top of him. He hooked a leg, and Liam got in position to count. 

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"TH- NO KICK OUT!" Liam held his hands up, both signifying two. Paul kicked out JUST in time. After he kicked out, Mikey held his head in his hands, not believing that wasn't a three. He held three fingers to Liam. 

"That was a three!"

"Nope, two! It was close, but he got his shoulder up in time." Liam said, jogging back. Mikey couldn't believe it. He turned his head back to Paul who was writhing on the floor, whining. 

"AHhhh you dirty FUCK! MY BALLS!" Paul cried out, kicking his legs. 

Mikey shook his head and grabbed Paul by the legs. He pulled him towards his corner, and put Paul's legs under his armpits and rolled him over. He then arched his back, and put an excessive amount of pressure onto Paul's back, arching his back in a way the human back shouldn't arch. 

"AAHHHHH AHHH MY BACK!" Paul screamed out, unable to hold his cajones due to how his back was being bent. His hands were flailing and he was struggling in the scenario. His shirt falling over his head, bare body on display. 

"WALLS OF JERICHO!" Cody yelled. "YOOO HE'S GONNA TAP!" 

"Come on Paul! YOU CAN PULL THROUGH!" Justin screamed, encouraging Paul to make it out of this. 

Liam got on the floor, spread legs again, and got in Paul's face. 

"Do you tap?" He asked loudly. 

Paul shook his head while screaming. 

Mikey signaled to Jordan who was inches away. He unhooked a leg and extended his arm as best he could and Jordan reached and they made a tag. Liam smacked his hands together to signify a tag has been made. Mikey rehooked the leg and kept the pressure on. Paul kept screaming. 

Jordan was now the legal man, and he had Paul wide open. He sent a 1-2 punch to Paul's open abs and finished the combo with a raise of his head, then slammed it down between Paul's legs, his forehead crashing into Paul's khakis, pelvis and balls which were held in place thanks to his tight fitting underwear that you could see the white waistband of. Paul cried out and Mikey let go, letting Jordan take over. 

"That had to hurt." Sven said aloud, getting some laughs from everyone. 

"A headbutt to the jewels. Can't say that's been used too often." Nate added. 

Paul was curled in a ball, hugging his bulge in his nice khakis. He was groaning and in an obvious amount of discomfort. 

Jordan took the opportunity to pose. He showed off us muscles, did some imaginary boxing then reigned in imaginary applause. 

"BOOOOOOO!!!" Cody screamed. "YOU SUCK!"

"Oh, suck my dick." Jordan said, grabbing his hefty bulge, showing it off at Cody. He then tore his shirt off and threw it at Cody. Cody took the shirt then faked a sneeze into it. Got everyone but Paul laughing. 

"Fuck yo shirt." Cody said playfully, thrrowing it to the side. 

Jordan turned back down to Paul. He took a hold of Paul's shirt and raised it over Paul's head, showing off his fine body. He then faked a sneeze into it and threw it at Cody with a smirk. Cody laughed and put it to the side, thumbs downing Jordan in good spirits. 

Jordan reached down and grabbed Paul by the head, and slowly pulled him to his feet. Paul was in a precarious predicament, struggling to stay on his feet. Holding his aching bulge. Jordan held him in place, standing up. He then lined up his next attack. He put his fist to Paul's skull then pulled back, kissed it and let it rip. But Paul ducked. The force of the strike caused Jordan to turn around, and end up back first to Paul. Paul latched his hands around Jordan's belly and yelled as he pulled back, giving Jordan an impressive German Suplex. 

"WHHAAATTT!" Cody screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK PAUL OH MY GOD!" Nick screamed too. 

"HOLY SHIT!" Nate yelled, jumping up. 

Nick kept his hands latched, and pushed his body up, arching in a bridge and a pin attempt. Liam jumped in and went for a count. 

"ONE!"

"TWO!" 

And Jordan kicked out at two. 

"Jesus Christ, I thought that was it." Justin said, now standing up. 

Paul let go, and lied on his back, eyes shut closed. Then the adrenaline wore off, and he let out a grunt and held his balls again. Jordan however, was holding his neck against the wall opposite of Nate and Justin. 

"What the fuck was that, Good god dude."

"That was the sickest German Suplex I've ever seen." Mikey said, wide eyed. 

"I've never seen a German suplex in person. Goddamn that was sexy." Nick said. 

Paul now got on his knees and got to his feet. He turned around and saw Jordan holding his head. Paul was still holding his crotch. 

"How did you learn how to do that." Jordan said, starting to stand up. 

"Years of watching people better than I do it. It just felt right when I saw your back to me, then boom. It worked. How did you learn to do that roll up?"

"Same thing as you. Just felt right." 

"Well... good shit dude." Paul said walking up, giving Jordan a hand. 

"You too." Jordan said, smacking it. The two then got into positions and circled each other. When Jordan's back was to Sven, Paul ran at him and grabbed him in a headlock. He pulled him all the way to Sven and tagged Sven in. Liam smacked his hand to signify the tag has been made. 

Sven was now the legal man, but Paul still had Jordan in a headlock. Sven walked up and sent a knee to Jordan's midsection, causing him to cough as Paul threw him to the floor. Before Paul went off, he kicked Jordan in the ass, causing him to fall to the floor, face first. Nate and Sven laughed. 

Sven then turned Jordan around and had him facing Paul, although still on his stomach. Sven took a step on Jordan's back then posed, flexing his strong muscles in his long sleeve blue. He then took it off and whiped it around, and threw it at Justin. Justin caught it and smiled. 

"WOOO! I'm gonna treasure this forever!" 

Sven laughed and stepped over Jordan, making the flamboyant boy scream. He rolled onto his back, holding his back. Sven then stomped on Jordan's stomach, pushing all of the air out of him. Jordan curled up and Sven set Jordan flat on his stomach again. He stepped on his head, digging Jordans handsome face into the carpet. Trying to put out an imaginary cigarette butt. 

"How'd ya like that?" Sven yelled at Jordan. From the squirming, one could deduce, not very much. He stepped off, then tagged Paul in. Liam slapped his hands together to signify the tag has been made. Sven then set himself at Jordan's feet and put his feet on the inside of Jordan's knees. He tied both of Jordan's legs around his own, then bent over and grabbed Jordan's arms. He then pulled back ended up on his back, pulling Jordan up. Jordan was being held up by his legs and pushed up by his arms as he was being straddled in an uncomfortable position. 

"Holy crap, I've no idea what that's called." Nate said, impressed with Sven's ability. 

"Looks painful." Cody added. 

It did look painful. Jordan screamed as he wasn't even sure what was supposed to be hurting. But then it became obvious as Paul took the opportunity to give Jordan some payback. With Jordan being straddled in the way he was, Paul saw the lump in Jordan's pants. Paul licked his lips and thought about how to best go about this. A punch? A heel kick? Just throw his head at it like Jordan did? The possibilities were endless. 

"Dude hurry up, I can't do this forever." Sven said. 

Paul decided to just do what felt best in the moment. He reared his fist back and threw it directly into Jordan's nutsack. Jordan cried out and thrashed about, which led to Sven letting go of him on the left side first, then tossing him. Sven rolled out and let Paul have at it. 

"Oooo that must've hurt." Paul said teasingly, holding his own bulge mockingly. 

Jordan was curled in a ball, gasping for air. His eyes were wide and his face was red. He was kicking his feet. Paul lightly kicked Jordan's head disrespectfully, then did so again. 

"Come on... get up. Don't tell me a single punch is enough to keep you down..." Paul mockingly said. When Jordan didn't respond, Paul decided to go for a pin. He moved Jordan flat on his back then lied his foot over him. He then flexed and said "YEAH BABY!" Much to the amusement of his peers. Liam went down for a count. 

"ONE!"

Jordan kicked out once he heard he was getting pinned. Paul's legs were spread over Jordan as Jordan was on his side, one hand holding his orbs. Paul stood over Jordan and looked around. He had on a smile as he took the situation in. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and then down his sweaty body. 

Jordan wasn't out of it though. When he saw Paul standing over him, legs spread... well. It was obvious. Jordan shot his hand out and grabbed Paul's manhood like a claw. Paul yelped out and tried to jump back to Sven, but Jordan pulled him back just before Paul could reach Sven. Literally fingertips away. Paul fell to his knees and looked at Jordan pleadingly. Shaking his head, whimpering. Jordan stood up and Paul was forced to follow. 

"You can tappout Paul. If your wittle ballsys can't take it..." Jordan teased Paul who's eyes were starting to cross, and mouth gasping. Paul knelled his head in on Jordan's head and started falling to the floor. Jordan decided to fall with him and let him lie on his back. Liam saw this as a pin attempt and started counting. 

"ONE"

"TWO"

Paul screamed and shot his shoulder over, and lied on his side, holding onto Jordan's wrist intensely. Jordan decided to spread his legs and keep an advantageous position. His ass was towards his partner, and Mikey could see the agony on Paul's face, as well as his bulge getting squeezed. 

"That's... dirty." Cody said shaking his head. 

"No rules kid. This is a very effective submission, I'll have you know."

"I do, I do know. But... ouch..." Cody said, cringing and holding his manhood. He raised his leg up to further protect himself. 

"Do you quit?" Liam asked Paul. 

Paul shook his head but screamed in the floor. Mikey watched Liam and got his attention. Liam turned to him, and Mikey motioned something. Liam looked at the two on the floor and nodded. He gave him a thumbs up. Liam positioned himself behind Jordan. 

"I wonder what noise you'd make if I... do this." Jordan said, as he twisted his hand to the left. Paul whined and tried to squirm out of Jordan's grasp, but was unable to. 

"Hmmm... how about if I... do thi-" 

Jordan was about to pull his hand back, but was interrupted by something very unexpected. Liam had his eyes focused between Jordan's legs, right below his firm buttocks. He reared back and sent a forceful kick, crushing Jordan's balls against his pelvis. Jordan's eyes went wide as he thinks he knows what just happened, but is unsure why or who. Jordan's grasp on Paul loosed as he let out a low vibrating moan. Then the pain erupted in him and his eyes fluttered and body tensed as he rolled onto his side and held his babymakers as they felt like they were shattered. 

"Woah what the fuck was that?" Cody asked, standing up. 

"What was what?" Liam asked, feigning innocence. 

"You just kicked him in the balls."

"Oh, that. Foot slipped, honest." 

"What the fuck man?" Justin asked from across the room. 

"Don't blame Liam, I told him to. Told him before the game if Jordan was ever in a... vulnerable position... that he should do that." Mikey said standing up for Liam. 

"Why?" Nick asked. very confused. 

"Because. I like seeing Jordan like that." Mikey said turning back to his boyfriend, who was now rolling around, grunting in terrible agony. His bulge in his sweats was visible and with each motion he made, you could see his bit swing around in his hands. Mikey licked his lips. 

"Plus, Jordan likes it too, don't worry."

"AHHHHHH" Jordan screamed out as he hit the floor with his fist. 

"Does he now?" Nate asked with a smile. 

"...Probably." Mikey said, garnering some laughter. 

Both Paul and Jordan writhed on the floor, both unable to really do anything. In a way, at the moment they shared a consciousness. Both were experiencing a similar aching pain that crippled both. And at the same time, both started to crawl to their respective corners. 

"Oh shit, it's a snail race!" Sven said aloud, getting everyone but the two participants to laugh. 

Mikey and Sven extended their hands, as their partner slowly approached them at the speed of a drunk turtle with 3 legs. Both Mikey and Sven swang their hands around enthusiastically, which starkly contrasted both Paul and Jordan's movements. 

"COME ON!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!" Sven screamed loudly. 

"COME ON BABY, DON'T MAKE ME PUT ON MY BOOTS!" Mikey screamed. 

"I kinda wanna see Mikey put on his boots." Liam said, in the middle of the room. 

Paul and Jordan approached their corners at almost the same time. Liam's hands were in the air, ready to signal that both of them had successfully tagged in. And at the same time, Jordan and Paul smacked their partners hand. Liam waved his hands down, signifying that the tags were successful. Both Sven and Mikey were the legal men. 

The two both knew that this was a hot tag, and both ran at each other screaming. The two grabbed each other's heads with their left hands and faked several punches with their right at each other's head, like it were a cartoon or something of the sort. It got everyone to laugh at the obvious ridiculousness of it. 

Then the two pushed each other off and laughed a bit. Sven grabbed Mikey's head and pulled the birtday boys head to his shoulder for a moment before he stepped back and looked to be ready to get back into things. Mikey did the same, and both got in positions. Sven held a charming smirk and circled Mikey like wrestling taught him to. Mikey just walked slowly, waiting for something. Mikey feigned a leg sweep, which led Sven to protect low. Mikey then switched his aim and put Sven in a headlock. Sven quickly got out of it and grabbed Mikey's arm. Sven held his hand and then twirled underneath it, twisting it. He then held it against Mikey's back, which caused Mikey to grimace as he felt his arm start to sting. Sven held the position for a bit, then decided to try something... unique. Sven leaned in and stuck his tongue into Mikey's ear. Mikey screamed and tried to squirm, but his arm was held firmly in place, and he wasn't able to get away. Mikey tried to hide his head, but Sven seemed to find a way into Mikey's hole with his tongue no matter what. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" Mikey screamed, thrashing around. 

"HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK SVEN?" Justin yelled clapping his hands together. 

Everyone found this somewhat amusing, even Mikey did. But Mikey wanted it to stop more than anything else, so he tried to do something. He decided to kick Sven in his shin, which caused Sven to cry out and lose his grip on Mikey's arm. Mikey then kicked Sven in the same shin, which made Sven fall to his knee. Mikey squirmed away, as Sven stood there on one knee, holding his shin, slightly bent over. Mikey saw an opportunity and decided to go for the kill. He took a step back, stood on his side and waited for Sven to look back up. When he did, he Mikey shimmied forward, and sent a super kick straight to Sven's face. A very loud and audible SMACK consumed the room as Sven's head snapped back, his eyes no longer on the planet and he fell straight on his back. 

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! MIKEY KILLED HIM!"

"SWEET CHIN MUSIC, OH MY GOD!"

"HOLE-Y SHIT! HOLE-Y SHIT!" Justin started chanting, and the other 3 spectators joined in. Sven lied on the floor, not moved since he fell flat back. His naked upper body only moving because of the breathing his body does automatically. Liam stood there wide mouthed, and Mikey did too. 

"HOLE-Y SHIT! HOLE-Y SHIT! HOLE-Y SHIT!" 

"PIN HIM! MIKEY PIN HIM!" Cody screamed at the top of his lungs, reminding Mikey that he needs to pin him. 

Mikey shook out of his fixation and jumped ontop of Sven, hooking both legs. Liam jumped to the floor and went for the count. Everyone counted with Liam. 

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THRE-" 

Paul, out of nowhere, threw himself onto Mikey, breaking up the 3 count. No one saw him until he was mid air. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Cody screamed, totally beside himself. 

"YO THAT WAS SO FUCKING CLUTCH!" Justin yelled equally loud. 

Mikey threw Paul off him, who apparently only had enough energy in him to throw himself at the last possible second. Paul rolled onto his side and tried to push himself up. 

"YOU LITTLE FUCK!" Mikey screamed as he threw feet at Paul's ribs. Then he got onto his knees and threw fists at his head, both of which Paul managed to cover before Liam pulled Mikey off. 

"He isn't the legal man, get off him, get off." 

Mikey almost punched Liam before he pulled back. Liam looked at him with a very stern expression. 

"My bad." Mikey said, apologizing. He turned back to Sven, who just now started to come back around. He held his jaw and turned onto his stomach. 

"What the fuck... just happened." Sven said very dazed. He got to his knees, and Mikey stood back, waiting for Sven to re-acclimate.  "My fucking chin... is so sore, what the fuck..." Sven said, holding his jaw with both hands.

"Man, Mikey gave you some SWEET CHIN MUSIC! It was mad hype." Cody enthusiastically said. 

"Fuck... wish I could've seen it." Sven said, starting to stand up. He was still a bit gone, and in pain. But he was able to continue. 

"Dude, it was fucking epic. I peaked, nothing will ever be that awesome again." Mikey said smiling. He was quite proud of that, it was obvious.

"I fucking bet... knocked out cold. Wait, why didn't you pin me? Or did you an-"

"No, I did. But fucking PAUL! Threw himself on me to break it pin up. Fucking rat bastard." 

Sven turned to Paul, who was lying against the wall. His knees were up, and a hand between his legs, the other on the floor. He was sweating hard and trying to catch his breath. 

"Good shit Paul, owe you one."

"Don't mention it..." Paul said tired. 

Sven looked back and shook himself loose a bit. He then held his chin and got in position. 

"I am not letting that happen again." Sven said. 

"That's what they all say..." Mikey joked, as he got into position himself. 

Sven quickly jumped at Mikey seconds after they got into position. Mikey didn't expect this and reeled as Sven jumped at him. Sven stopped himself short however, and sent a fist to Mikey's open abs. Mikey grunted and doubled over, which led Sven to grab him in a front headlock. Sven shot some knees into Mikey's sternum, each time causing Mikey to grunt. Mikey caught Sven's last knee however, and the two tumbled to the ground. This would be okay normally, but Sven is the captain of the wrestling team. Mikey is in no way shape or form, a mat technician. 

Sven held Mikey in the headlock, as Mikey tried to find something to do. Sven then undid his latch and put his arms under Mikey's, and latched on, holding his arms hostage and his head under his armpit. Sven then flipped Mikey over onto his back and rolled with him, and landed on his feet. Sven then yelled as he used every inch of muscle in his body to deadlift Mikey up, pulling on his shirt. Slowly, Mikey's legs were raised to the sky as his arms were hooked. He was upside down. 

"Hooollly crap..." Nate said in awe of the feat of strength he saw before him. 

Everyone watched in anticipation, wondering what Sven is going to do next. Sven then let out another cry as he raised Mikey further, leaning his ass on his shoulder, then unhooked his hands and pushed Mikey down to the ground, in a unique variation of a powerbomb. 

"WOAAAHHHH!" Justin screamed as he saw Mikey fall towards the floor. When Mikey's back hit the carpet, a thud was made as his whole body jumped up off from the pressure. Sven fell backwards as he exhausted himself. 

"A FUCKING POWERBOMB OH MY GOD!" Cody screamed. 

"DEVASTATING!" Nick yelled as he jumped up. He looked at Mikey on the floor, face cringing as he rolled onto his stomach, hand over his back. 

"I think Sven broke him in half, sweet baby Jesus in a manger." Liam said, checking up on Mikey. Liam asked if he's gonna be ok, and Mikey did something that loosely resembled a nod, so Liam backed up and watched Sven and Mikey. Sven crawled over to Mikey and rolled him onto his back. He hooked his legs and Liam got into position to make the count. 

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THR-NO, ONLY TWO!" Liam said with energy as Mikey barely managed to kick out. Sven looked exhausted. He was sure that would be it. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. 

"Good lord, this is fucking real, isn't it..." Sven said as he rolled off. 

"Man this is the fucking best." Cody said, lying back in the couch. 

"Honestly. This is so intense. I've no idea who's gonna take it anymore." Nick added. 

"This is so fucking legit." Justin said, nudging Nate. 

"I know man. I thought it's been over for the last few pin attempts. 5 star match, for sure."  Nate said, his 5 fingers stretched out. 

Sven came back to it, before Mikey did. Powerbombs can take a lot out of both giver and receiver. Sven grabbed Mikey by the hair, and slowly lifted him. 

"Come on big boy... get up..." Sven said as he dragged Mikey to his feet slowly. Mikey got to his feet, and instantly swung his arm back, then sent his fist straight up into Sven's nuggets. Sven cried out and threw Mikey to the floor. Sven's mouth was wide open, his legs closed together, and his hands over his crotch. He took a couple steps like this then fell to his knees, then onto his side. He brought his knees up and groaned in pain. 

"Oh! A dastardly low blow!" Nick said wincing in sympathy. 

Sven held his throbbing balls as he rolled around, reeling. He let out a fit of coughs, then got on his knees and turned to see the situation. Mikey was lying on his back, trying to catch himself. Sven decided he could find the strength to walk over and do something. Sven got to his feet, barely, and limped over to Mikey. His hands still over his crotch, but he was somewhat close to okay. Sven bent over and grabbed Mikey's feet. and lifted them. At this point, Mikey started struggling, and Sven wasn't strong enough to keep a good grip of him. Mikey kicked his legs around, flailing them, trying to make whatever Sven wanted to do be very difficult. Via sheer luck, Mikey's right foot managed to swing itself up between Sven's legs, crashing into Sven's already sore testicles. Sven cried out in a higher pitch this time, and fell down. 

"OH AGAIN! Sven is gonna be feeling that one!" Justin said laughing. 

Sven writhed around, holding his balls as the pain and his annoyance grew. Sven's face grew redder as he felt his eyes start to tear up. He hit the floor and screamed, then whined as a new wave of pain overcame him. He put his forehead on his arm, as his other hand was carefully cradling his sore nuts. 

"I think Sven's getting angry..." Liam said, carefully watching Sven. It looked to be true, Sven was growing red and he was making noises. Both in pain and frustration. 

Sven tried to reel himself in though and keep a hold of himself. He looked up with fuzzy vision and saw Paul standing in the corner. He turned to Mikey and saw him crawling to Jordan. Sven turned back and pulled himself to Paul, and made him the legal man so Sven could take some time to cool off and feel better. Sven knows how he can get sometimes, and he doesn't want to end up doing something at a friends party. 

Paul was now the legal man, and so was Jordan. The two stood a few feet from each other, and waited to figure out what to do. Paul made the first move, by going straight for Jordan's legs, sweeping him off the floor. Paul was now between Jordan's legs, and rained fists down on him, to which Jordan blocked well. Paul then decided to do something more effective. He reared his knee back, and threw it between Jordan's legs, crushing Jordan's balls. Jordan cried out and tried to protect himself, but Paul kept his knee in there. Paul then threw an elbow at Jordan's head, which knocked Jordan silly. Paul then stood up and kicked Jordan in the ribs a few times. Jordan curled up in a ball, coughing and groaning. Paul then grabbed Jordan's sweats and pulled on them, trying to take them off. Jordan was holding onto his balls, so he was inadvertently fighting Paul here. Paul moved his hand to the waistband of Jordan's sweats and tried to pull down, but this didn't help. Paul then used a free hand to grab Jordan's throat. Jordan started choking and sent his hands to Paul's hand, fearful for his ability to breath. This led to Paul being able to pull his sweats down, revealing Jordan's tight pair of skimpy green underwear which hugged his package very well, leaving nothing to the imagination. These were Mikey's favorite pair to see Jordan in. 

Paul held the sweats in his hand. Nate whistled and some people laughed. Paul turned and threw the sweats to Nate, who caught them with a smile. He threw them on the floor right after. Paul looked down at Jordan, who had one hand over his green underwear, and the other over his hard, and now red abs. Paul looked up at Mikey, who was watching his boyfriend with an intense expression. Paul looked back down and decided he was going to end this match now. 

Paul sent his hand to Jordan's abs and held right beneath where Jordan's hand was. He slowly lowered his hand until he pushed his way under his green underwear, then fondled Jordan's shaft a bit. Jordan moaned and opened his eyes, and saw Paul staring at him intensely. Paul looked up at Mikey who was staring at them, licking his lips. Paul then smiled and looked back down at Jordan. Paul leaned in and gracefully kissed Jordan's lips. It was a surprisingly passionate kiss. Jordan's hand moved from his balls and abs, and moved to Paul's head. Jordan's cock started to grow into a rod at this point, which Paul became aware of. Paul then lowered Jordan's underwear, now displaying Jordan's manhood to everyone in the room. 

"Uhhh... I don't remember this happening last time I watched WWE..." Cody said. 

"Don't act like you don't wish a match with Randy Orton and John Cena ended like this." Nick said jokingly. 

"Uhhh... I... don't know how to answer that." 

Paul then moved his hand from Jordan's cock to his bare balls. Paul pulled back and looked into Jordan's translucent blue eyes with his own green eyes. The two shared an intimate stare, before Paul crushed his hand around Jordan's balls. Jordan's eyes widened and he screamed out, holding onto Paul's guilty hand. 

"You're gonna wanna tap out now, before it gets worse for you..." Paul said. 

Jordan shook his head and tried to grab at Paul to let him go, but Paul curled his head in, and protected himself. Jordan's fully erect cock was right in front of him, and Paul decided it was perfect. Paul moved his mouth onto Jordan's cock, which Jordan did not expect. He instantly stopped struggling as his mouth opened agape and he let out a sensual moan as he felt his cock get wet in the cave of Paul's mouth. Paul did his thing, and put less pressure on Jordan's balls. He just focused on making Jordan feel good. After Jordan lied back flat, letting Paul work his magic, Paul started kneading Jordan's balls. It was painful, feeling Paul's fingers push into his sensitive spermbags. But it was very hot still. Jordan really, really liked this. 

"Is this how he's gonna make him tap out? With a blow job?" Nate asked. 

"Looks like it, doesn't it?" Justin said. Despite all 4 spectators labeling themselves as straight, the 4 all watched their 2 gay friends perform a very gay act. Part of them even liked watching, in a way. It was intimate, it felt special. They all were comfortable enough around each other to look at it for what it was. Enjoyable. None of the 4 would admit it though. But none had to. 

Mikey, however was thoroughly enjoying this and didn't give a damn who knew. Seeing his hot boyfriend get his balls worked as his juicy cock got sucked, both by a ridiculously sexy friend of theirs. Mikey felt his own cock get hard in his pants. He moved his hand down and started working on it himself, without anyone noticing.

Liam couldn't hide his erection in his tight shorts given to him. He didn't even try to hide it. He was immersed in watching Paul work on Jordan, something he wouldn't of been shy to admit he's thought about a few times himself. But now, he's watching it happen first hand. 

Jordan, not so slowly, started to reach climax. He was moaning faster, his body was sweating. His moaning coincided with Paul's enthusiastic work and his body was tensing as he felt his dick start to swell with semen. Mikey was stroking harder and harder and was enjoying this just as much as anyone could. 

Jordan reached climax, and made noises to accompany it. His babymakers unloaded in Paul's mouth, as Paul felt the stream of jizz start to fill him up. Paul swallowed it all with Jordan's cock still deep in his mouth. Jordan eyes fluttered as the orgasm made him forget everything bad in the world. After Jordan stopped cumming, Paul moved the used cock out of his mouth and wiped his mouth. He then spoke. 

"Now, you're really gonna wanna tap out."

Paul then clamped his hand as tigthly as he could around Jordan's now uber-sensitive and drained nuts. Jordan screamed out as his whole world exploded in a fiery blaze of agony. Jordan flailed around and screamed as loudly as he possibly could. 

"LETGOLETGOIGIVESTOP!" Was belted out as he furiously tapped out. Mikey saw this and it's what pushed him over the edge. His own cock came and exploded in his sweats, creating a very obvious stain in his sweats. 

Paul waited a few seconds to let go, squeezing the life out of Jordan. Jordan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he stopped flailing and grew limp. Only then did Paul let go. Jordan was out of it. 

There was silence. 

"...And the winner..." Liam piped up. "...Paul and Sven!" He said enthusiastically, lifting Paul's arm in the air. Paul licked his lips and stood up, raising both arms. Sven then stood up and limped over to Paul and Liam. 

Sven watched his teammates path to victory and really enjoyed it. It cheered him up quite a lot. We would never admit it, but he thought the scene was among the hottest he's ever seen. 

Liam grabbed Sven's arm and raised both in the air. Applause starting coming in. Nick was the first to stand up, then Cody followed. Nate did next, and Justin was the last one, not wanting to be left out. 

"Congrats guys!" Cody said. Paul turned to Cody, who smiled at Cody. Cody smiled back. 

Sven was feeling better, and happy to of won. He was glad to be getting cheered like this. 

Although Mikey lost, he couldn't of asked for a better match. 


"That match was so fucking awesome, holy shit. That blew my expectations out of the water." Cody said after some time passed. Jordan regained his consciousness and was sitting on Mikey's wet lap who was sitting on the couch. 

"That's not the only thing that was blown." Mikey said slyly, creating laughter among the boys. 

"With a match that had powerbombs, german suplexs, luchadore shit and sweet chin music... I'm surprised that THAT'S how it ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper." Cody said. 

"I don't know if I'd label that a whimper. Jordan howled like a dying lion. Plus, that was really hot." Liam added. 

"It was... until I passed out." Jordan said with a hint of pain in his voice. 

"No, that was still fucking hot." Mikey added. Cody laughed at Mikey's bluntness. 

"Even with that ending... which could go both ways, I guess... it was a really awesome match. Congrats to everyone." Nick said, proud of his friends. 

"Seriously, good shit guys. Awesome first match. I've no idea how the rest of these matches are gonna go, but I'm sure it'll be great." Mikey said with a huge smile. "This is gonna be an awesome birthday."

Mikey’s birthday

-        Jordan and Mikey vs Sven and Paul

-        Nate vs Nick

-        Justin vs Cody

-        Liam referee for all 3

      Nick is wearing orange polo and yellow shorts

      Cody tight jeans and blue dress shirt with white stripes

     Jordan white sleeveless and sweats

      Paul is wearing white tee and khakis

      Nate is wearing white buttoned up dress shirt and light blue slacks

      Mikey is wearing black tee and sweats

      Liam wears a white tee under a black leather, and nice jeans

      Sven was wearing a long sleeve light blue aeropastle and a good pair of jeans that aren't too tight

      Justin wore plain dark blue shirt and sweats