An arrogant young stud suffers a truck load of brutality to his massive meat in this story, nearly losing it all at the hands of his much smaller stepbrother...but in the end discovers a love for both his brother and for ball torture. It's a VERY different ending than the original, I assure you.
Big Dean Wallace Gets More than He Bargained for with an Ancient Penis Pump
Based on an original story by Jockbreaker
Kenny's big jock stepbrother just found his old penis pump
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Dean Wallace sauntered down the hallway towards his room with his huge chest puffed out and his standard cocky grin on. He had just slaughtered three big wrestlers in his heavyweight division and two above him in the super heavyweight class, had taken all-county, and was well on his way to taking state next month. The house was deserted except probably for his little fag of a stepbrother, Kenny. Their parents had gone up-state to visit family, and Dean’s big meatballs churned with the knowledge that he was gonna be getting laid all night. It was a fact, all the girls wanted it.
Dean was a stud and he knew it. He was 265 pounds of gym-built beefcake on a big 6-foot, 2-inch frame. He was the hottest jock around, and as far as he was concerned, a god among twerps. Things had always been pretty easy for Dean. He was a pro at every sport he played, all-state running back, MVP 1st baseman, all county track star, wrestling stud, and starting out next fall, he planned on crucifying everyone in gymnastics despite his height and great muscular bulk. Sports were his life, his coaches and school administrators made sure he could compete by fudging grades here and there and everywhere since Big Dean was kind of a bone-head. Yep, Dean was Eastern High’s Super Jock.
Other than sports, Dean had only one thing on his mind -- pussy. He had the looks, the muscles, and the hot sports car to get it, but most of all, Dean had his dick.
The sporty hunk had been dealt an amazing hand in that department, for a very big, very thick, very veiny horse dong hung loosely and flopped lazily between his hairy, muscular thighs. It bulged obscenely no matter what he wore, whether he was in athletic attire, jeans, or sweats. He loved wearing basketball shorts most of all, since they gave him some room to flop around and, especially, to grow. Dean tended to get obscene, ragging boners pretty much all the time. He was a sexed-up Neanderthal, macho as hell, and his huge, hairy, testosterone-bloated bull balls made sure his big meat leaked all kinds of thick, potent pre-cum.
Those twin nuggies were every bit as thick and massive has the hunk’s mighty schlong, and seemed to be perpetually sloshing with gallons of unspent cum. Dean made sure to get laid as much as possible since he would get a massive case of blue balls if his monster couldn’t blow. Dean’s huge balls were so meaty and so heavy that they naturally stretched his huge, hairy scrotum to nearly four inches, making his gigantic balls look that much more massive and powerful.
Dean knew he was more blessed between his massively muscular legs than any man he’d ever seen, and he knew all the dudes were jealous as shit! Including his dorky brother and his mom’s husband, his bookish, accountant step dad Edward. Dean’s father was some big deal ex-Marine brick shit-house named Brett Wallace. He’d made it rich after the Gulf War as a champion in professional bodybuilding, wrestling, and lately as a UFC fighter, so it wasn’t so surprising that Dean had hit the jackpot in the genetics department – his dad was a Grade AAA stud as well.
At school, Dean was treated like a king, and you’d think his popularity would have trickled down to or at least protected his stepbrother from torment. But Dean had made it a personal mission to humiliate the geek. Kenny had NO athletic ability, or sex appeal for that matter, and Dean thought Kenny should worship the ground he walked on.
Kenny, who discovered he was gay at an early age, had a worship/hate relationship for the stunningly handsome and over-muscled athlete. Kenny was endlessly turned on by the dumb jock, but he was desperate to take Dean down about a million notches, though that seemed impossible. Dean had it all.
Today, the stud walked around the house wearing clothes that were meant to arouse and torment his stepbrother. He wore a pair of silky white and blue basketball shorts, showing off the big fat lump of his well-worn and over-stuffed lucky jockstrap. The muscle hunk was hung so enormously that he had to get his jock straps specially made, and even then they tended to strain to contain the young man’s massive bulge. A sweaty, grey wife beater was stretched tightly over his wide and beefy chest, the fabric stretched so thin that his perfect nipples all but poked through the material. The shirt didn’t quite reach the waistband of his shorts, so one could get a glimpse of Dean’s rock solid, 8-pack abs and the dark treasure trail of hair that led down to his groin. A backwards baseball cap partially covered Dean’s thick mop of short dark hair. White Under Armor no-show socks wrapped his thick size thirteen’s inside black Adidas flip-flops. White and red striped Nike sweatbands stretched to the breaking point over his thick forearms. Dean chuckled to himself -- this jock was ready for an awesome Friday night.
Kenny started coming out of his room, and upon seeing Dean said “Oh shit…” and closed his bedroom door quickly, obviously embarrassed at something that he was hiding in his room. He knew his bully of a stepbrother wouldn’t pass by him without at least a little torment.
“Hey pin-dick, whatcha hidin’, huh?” Dean flexed his big right arm as he grabbed the smaller boy with is left, forcing his face into his beefcake chest. “Guess who’s going all state?” he said as he squeezed his brother’s head into his hairy, sweaty arm-pit. Dean had just finished working out so he reeked of his usual musky, manly stink.
“FUCK YOU!” Kenny’s muffled voice came.
“What did you say pin-dick?!?” Pin-dick was Deans’ favorite nickname for his stepbrother. Kenny had been far less blessed down there, and Dean frequently compared his stepbrother’s thin and relatively puny six inches with his own big ‘n veiny, thick ‘n juicy thirteen and a half. “You want to know what a superstud’s jock smells like?” He then forced Kenny’s face down between his thighs and pressed his face into his sweaty jockstrap, making sure he both smelled his sweaty balls and felt what a “real” man-dick felt like. After smearing his stepbrother’s face all over his floppy flaccid package, Dean shoved the young man down to the ground, flexing both arms in triumph, sweat glistening on his massive biceps.
“What a faggot.” Dean said, looking down over his fallen stepbrother. He then looked over in the mirror and held his double bicep pose. “THIS is what a real man looks like, twerp!’ he said, admiring is own stunning reflection.
Remembering Kenny‘s frantic expression, Dean started in on him.
“So whatcha hiding, faggot?” he said as he let himself in Kenny’s room, which was full of books and posters of fantasy movies, a “loser’s room” in Dean’s expert opinion. No trophies or medals, weights or Playboys, like in his own room. He didn’t even have a decent stereo and he only listened to whiny faggot music anyhow.
Something in the smaller room caught Dean’s cunning blue eyes -- a box on his little brother’s bed.
“What the fuck is this?” He said picking up the box in his big, sweaty paws.
“DON’T!” Kenny yelled, already thoroughly embarrassed and knowing he would never live THIS down.
“Wholly fuck! You little queer!” In Dean’s big hands was an old box, and though the big jock couldn’t tell how old it was, Kenny knew it was from the late fifties. There was a picture of a tube-like metal contraption on it, faded and beaten up with time, but with words on the box that clearly said “Penile Enlargement.”
Dean erupted with laughter. “HA HA HA!! Wholly shit dude! You’ll never have a big dick like this!” he said grabbing a handful of his floppy horse cock. “You’re so fuckin’ lame you little faggot!” Dean laughed. “These fuckin’ things don’t work! You’re either a total stud like me, or you’re a pin-dick geek like you!”
“It does too work! I’ve used it!” Kenny lied. “I’ve gained like three inches!” Actually, Kenny had just found the box in the closet of an abandoned house in the woods with some friends and had been worried about trying it out. The box was beaten up and old, and if it had worked, why would it have been left in an abandoned house? Being more than a little smarter than Dean, Kenny was actually scared of putting his slender six inch member into the rusty device. But now that Dean had gotten his sweaty hands on it, the point was moot - he’d never see it again.
Pushing past Kenny and walking back to his room with the box in his hands, Dean furrowed his handsome brow. ‘The little dork is gaining on me, huh?’ he thought seriously. Kenny hurried behind his older brother, terrified that Dean would tell their parents about the device.
“Think you’re gonna be the king stud huh? Well I got news for you twerp! If this thing gave your puny dick a boost, wait till you see what it does to a total stallion like me!” he said, pointing both thumbs back at his beefy chest as he dropped the box on his California king-sized bed.
Dean peeled off his soiled wifebeater and threw it in Kenny’s face. It smelled like sweat and cologne. Kenny pretended to hate the stink and threw it to the ground. Dean’s room was easily twice the size of Kenny’s. It was full of trophies and medals, sports equipment stuffed into duffle bags. Weights, nudie girl posters, as well as an awesome entertainment center. There were discarded athletic clothes everywhere and the whole room smelled of old spice deodorant and sweaty gym socks and cleats. It made Kenny’s head swim and his dick begin to stand at attention.
Dean made quick work of his silky basketball shorts as well, pushing them down over his thick, muscular, hair-covered thighs and letting ’em drop past his football-sized and -shaped calves down to his size thirteens, revealing his monster meat flopping around in the sweaty, grey athletic supporter. The idea of his huge floppy horse dick getting even bigger made Dean’s cocky smile spread from ear to ear. His big dick twitched, and a distinct churning began deep in his humongous balls. The jock was getting horny at the idea of making his stud meat even bigger, and his big thick dick began to swell inside his jockstrap in response.
Kenny made a show of groaning and sighing in dismay, but he was secretly excited to see the big dumb jock try out the antique penis pump.
Dean pulled the contraption from the box, revealing a dusty silver cylinder with spots of rust along its approximately foot and a half length. It was covered with pressure gages and a single toggle switch. Attached to the end was an old wall socket plug. The wire was a bit ratty and chewed up, and Dean looked at it with a bit of a confused look on his handsome face, and for the first time appeared a bit reluctant to shove his prized possession inside this piece of antique machinery.
Seeing the hesitancy on Dean’s face and hoping the big lug wouldn‘t back out, Kenny began to tease him. “Come on Dean, what? Aren’t you man enough? What are you, scared? Even I did it!” Kenny lied, seeing his big dumb stepbrother fall for the petty locker-room-style bullying. The cocky jock’s face changed from concerned to confidant.
“Stand back stepbrother, and check out a real super stud.” Dean pulled the elastic band of the jockstrap down with his left hand, finally releasing himself from the tight and sweaty confines of the too-tight supporter. His mammoth cock and balls flopped out heavily, looking impossibly large even on a man as big and muscular as Dean. Grabbing the thick shaft of his semi-hard cock, Dean began feeding his monster meat into the cold metal tube.
Once Dean had dropped his thick dick into the contraption, he then plugged it in. The device immediately began a low hum and started suctioning tightly to Dean’s hairy groin, sucking in the entire length of his huge and quickly thickening cock. The coldness and tightness of the metal cylinder made Dean gasp. The big jock’s entire swinging meat was now engulfed within the contraption, and the machine hung onto the hung stud’s cock and began to swing slowly between his hairy, beefy legs. It wasn’t comfortable, but looking over into the wall length mirror, Dean felt ridiculously horny and he looked great, like a monument to sex. But other than hanging onto his dick, the thing didn’t seem to be working.
“This thing doesn’t work, dip-shit!” Dean said.
The big dumb athlete stood before Kenny, naked and staring down in confusion at the machine hanging onto his meat and swinging between his legs. He moved his hips and caused the machine to wave from side to side. “It don’t work!” Dean said, hands on slender and muscular hips.
“You big dumbie, you have to turn it on!” Kenny said, and walked over to sit down on the bed almost between Dean’s thickly muscled and wide spread legs. Kenny could smell the manly musk emanating from the big stud’s groin as he reached out to flip the toggle switch, but Dean swatted his hand away. “Yeah right, fag, you’re not putting your hands anywhere near my junk.”
Dean could tell he was already way too big for the device. His big, juicy mushroom head was pressed up against the bottom of the tube and the huge and thick shaft of his mighty dick was forced to bend a few degrees to fit it all in, but the stud, cocky as always, announced, “Showtime!” with a big grin, and he flipped the toggle switch with one thick thumb.
The few dials on the contraption began to twitch and several green lights fluttered on. A smooth mechanical sound filled the room, almost like a vacuum cleaner, and the device began to vibrate on the big jock’s big unit. The machine began to pulse and vibrate, chugging on Dean’s meat slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Dean was immediately covered in a sheen of sweat, and the handsome jock began making sexual much like the ones he made when Kenny had secretly watched Dean get a blowjob last week in the backyard.
“Oh!...Oh FUCK!!” Dean exclaimed as the machine started huffing and puffing and pumping away on his extra-large cock “Oh fuck! YEAH!!” Dean closed his eyes, obviously enjoying himself. It felt like the sucking power of a hundred chicks sucking on his thick, veiny wang, and the sturdy athlete started oozing so much thick pre-cum that it began to act like hot, wet lube.
But that wasn’t all, Dean could actually feel his big dick…getting bigger!
“Oh shit, dude!!! It’s working!!!” Dean moaned, both hands on the device clamped onto his humongous cock. “I’m growing!!!” Dean began humping the air and flexing, all the while looking at his reflection in the mirror. His pelvic thrusts into the device seemed to give the big stud a great deal of pleasure each time. Sweat dripped from his rippling muscles as the big dumb jock started really fucking the machine. It felt so fucking good!
But with every thrust, the machine’s tone changed slightly, sounding more and more forced and labored each time. The machine kept right on chugging away at the mammoth unit though, and Dean kept right on humping it. He felt like a superstar. He flexed his big sweaty guns in the mirror and kissed each of his bulging biceps, a total fuck-stud. Now the huge boner he sported supported the full weight of the heavy device. It was sticking straight out from below his hairy, muscular, eight-pack belly like some mighty battering ram.
Kenny couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His big, studly, football-star of a stepbrother was fucking the chugging metal tube so hard that nut-sweat off of his huge bouncing balls was hitting Kenny right in the face. Kenny had never been this turned on.
Though entranced by the meaty man-show, Kenny noticed the sound change, as the machine seemed to be really struggling to keep up with muscle jock’s deep pelvic thrusts. It almost sounded like when you tried to put too much paper in a paper shredder.
Dean knew he now completely filled the machine to the brim with his manhood, and in fact he had grown so large that a couple of inches of the base of his cock had been forced back out through the opening of the tube. It felt great to know his huge cock had gotten even bigger and he hadn’t even blown a nut yet. But Dean was getting close – he always delivered big and this time would be no exception. A big porn star bucketful of jock-jizz was readying itself to spew forth from Dean’s big hairy balls. The huge lemon-sized orbs began contracting closer to his body and he began moaning louder and louder, preparing to bust his nut.
“Ooohhhhh… Ohhhhhhh…!” Big Dean squared his massive broad shoulders, flexing his ass and sticking his sick huge dick proudly into the air. He placed both hands on his hips as he got ready to nut big-time. Dean rocked his head back while groaning, “Ohhhhh… Ohhhhh fuck yeah!!! FUCK YEAH!!!”
Dean bucked like a bronco as he had the most immense and intense orgasm in his young stallion life, shooting the first gigantic wad of his big porn-star load into the waiting, chugging tube. Just a split second after the first mega cum load flooded the machine, there was a bright flash from the direction of the wall plug. The two teens looked over at the wall socket just in time to hear a loud pop accompanied by a bright flash and sparks from the socket where the old machine was plugged in.
All of Dean’s dark hair stood straight out all over his sweaty, rippling, super muscular body and his blue eyes went wide as he let out a bellow of pain and terror. The machine had electrified, and unfortunately for Dean, it kept right on chugging. All the pressure gages went red immediately.
“OH FUCK!” Dean screamed as he tried to flip the toggle to switch off the machine, but either the machine was too old or Dean was too strong, for the delicate switch broke right off in his hand.
Dean’s eyes widened in fear. The whirring seem to increase as the machine began to quickly heat up as it pumped harder and harder on big Dean’s big dick.
“HOLY SHIT!!!” Dean yelled. “UNPLUG IT! FUCK! UNPLUG IT!!!” The young jock stud was frantic. His rock solid dick continued to spew its monster load into the guts of the machine, which only served to amplify the electric connection and force more of the pulsating energy into his gigantic genitals. Dean’s huge cock was completely trapped in the soulless device, and with his dick still being pumped to inflation, it was becoming painfully constricted and hot in the machine.
Kenny reached for the plug, but the flash fire had melted the plug into the wall socket and it just wouldn’t come out. Dean tried to yank off the device, but all it did was tighten and give an electric shock to both his hands and his cock. ZAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!
“SSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTT!” Dean yelled, his blue eyes frantically searching for help and his big hands trying in vain to release his big tortured meat from the hot metal cylinder. The machine quickly became too hot to touch, and as a result, all the thick pre-cum and Dean’s big proud load, still pounding out of his cock in a display of true hyper masculinity, began to heat up inside the tube as it chugged and chugged, simultaneously stretching and sautéing the big salami in his own jock juices.
The pump began sending off sparks and smoke from the jock’s captive crotch. Dean’s sweaty brow knotted and his eyes crossed in orgasmic agony. His mouth formed a silent “O” as his big jocknads began to sizzle, smoke coming off of his now hairless ball sack. Dean had never felt so much searing pain and the machine seemed to only accelerate as it clung harder and chugged relentlessly onto the poor jock’s mammoth cock.
“DO SOMETHING!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!” Dean yelled, trying to rip the pump plug out of the wall by using his considerable bodyweight and yanking. The big man leaned backwards, yanking, but each time it just seemed to stretch out his member, damaging his bountiful manhood more and more. But what else could the captive athlete do?
Smoke now poured out of the machine as it continued its assault on the stud’s big frying package. Dean began to weep in pain as he felt the machine really working over his once proud johnson. He felt a blistering hot grinding, as if the machine was choking on the huge pecker, the pleasant sucking now just a distant memory The helpless jock whined and whimpered, dropping to his knees in agony and reduced to a tormented animal.
Kenny, having a flash of an idea, ran across the room to Dean’s athletic closet and retrieved the jock’s wooden Louisville Slugger.
“I’ve got it!” Kenny yelled. Dean was now in a fog of agony, a confused look on his handsome face, legs spread, the damned machine still chugging so hard on his manhood it made even a 265 pound jockstrap like him shudder along with it. Dean seemed lost in pain and sweat, the dregs of his truly monumental load continuing to ooze and drip from the churning penis pump.
Kenny tried to help, but he was too horny to think straight, and swung hard and fast aiming directly at the contraption. Unfortunately for Dean, Kenny had never had great aim, and the solid slugger landed with full force into the captive jock’s gigantic left nut. Dean screamed, this time in a higher octave, his entire massively muscled body arching backward at this new and even more agonizing pain. It felt like his huge nut had exploded in its pouch. Dean had a truly tough set of nuts, but a blow from a Louisville Slugger would bring down a grizzly bear, let alone a teenage jock. His eyes wide and frenzied, the jock pleaded wordlessly for Kenny to stop.
“I can do it!” Kenny said, confidently taking aim at the device once again. Dean was putting his hands up to try to dissuade Kenny, but was unable to utter a word due to the electrocution and suctioning of his groin and the agony in his busted nut. Kenny swung even harder than before, and with deadly inaccuracy. The end of the bat caught the jock beneath his two smoldering bull nuts, sending his nutsack flying and crushing his right baby-maker against his muscular groin, all but smashing it to bits. Dean’s voice once again climbed an octave, but this time came out as a short yelp as he was in a different world now, a world of pain.
Dean’s gorgeous blue eyes were bugging out, his handsome face sweaty and bright red, and veins bulged out everywhere on his tense, rock-hard body. His two fat round bull balls felt like they had been reduced to lumpy bubbling oatmeal in his scrotum from the burning electrocution followed by the two mighty blows from the baseball bat. He fell over on his side and lay there on the floor against his bed, crying uselessly.
A stunned Kenny stood between the fallen jock’s thick legs and heard the machine reach its crescendo. As it chugged mercilessly at the big jock’s smoking groin, Kenny swore it smelled like those all beef hot-dogs at Dean’s sports games that his parents forced him to attend. The machine continued its assault, although who knew what was left of the monumental unit Dean was so proud of. The pump flopped around violently between the star athlete’s legs like a dying mechanical fish out of water.
Finally, the machine struck the ground hard enough and at just the right angle, and the thing flew apart in a handful of burning hot pieces. Dean stared out blankly, drool coming out both sides of his mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Kenny said.
Dean seemed stupidly drunk somehow, he managed a lopsided grin. He stared out into space, and though the smoke hadn’t cleared yet and there was a distinct frying bacon sound and bar-be-que smell to the jocks’ room, Dean seemed vaguely optimistic.
“Is it over?” he said groggily. “Is it okay?” He said finally getting his wits about him enough to assess the damage. Dean had gotten himself back up into a kneeling position, his mighty thighs spread eagled, and tried to blow the smoke away. The smoke was getting into his eyes, so he and Kenny fanned the air with their hands till they could get a clear view of Dean’s crotch.
Dean saw immediately the look of shock that flashed across Kenny’s face and didn’t dare look down. “It’s….it’s okay…. isn’t it?” the dumb jock pleaded. Dean looked down at his most prized possessions, and at first couldn’t even recognize what he saw. Dean’s big beautiful dick was a thing of the past. Sure it had grown...a LOT. Dean’s schlong had been pumped and stretched to the extreme. The pressure of the machine had distorted the picturesque dick into what looked to be 18 inches – a foot and a half - of bloated, broken, distended dick. It was an angry shade of lobster red, and showed the beginnings of blisters all over its colossal length, for it had been literally cooking in his own ball juices. The monster of a cock was still steaming from the machine, and was so heavy that the massive, bloated knob hovered just an inch or so above the floor. Dean’s cock was now so huge that it was barely recognizable as a human cock, even Dean’s own mammoth dick.
Dean’s balls had not been spared their own mangling. Steam and smoke also rose from his smoldering chestnuts, the once abundant hair on his balls completely burned away to leave the naked, smooth skin of his beet red scrotum. The gigantic orbs now hung even lower in their sac, so low in fact that they were fully resting on the floor, looking even larger than before, if that was even possible. His bull balls felt like they had been scrambled into a mushy, fried mess, and they were hugely swollen, both from the two mighty blows from the baseball bat and the untold volts of electricity that had been forced through them. Kenny idly wondered if the super abundance of sperm in those twin nuggies had been congealed by all of the heat and electricity. Perhaps his stepbrother’s plumbing would never work again, and the big super stud was now sterile!
Dean looked down in horror. It only took a few moments to register everything and for him to blame Kenny.
“You fucking FAGGOT!! LOOK at me!!! You RUINED it!!! You RUINED my big beautiful dick!! My fucking DICK!!!!!” Dean sobbed, shaking his mighty fists impotently.
“Dean, dude, it’s okay! Maybe the doctors can fix it!” Kenny said hopefully.
“You…really think so?” Dean sobbed as he gently held his long, distorted, bloated mess of a cock in both hands. The steamed cock was so huge and heavy that it took both hands to hold it.
“Sure bro!” Kenny said, and began to make for the door. He couldn’t believe what he had seen, and he was so horny at the thought of having brought down such a big stud.
Dean was wiping the tears from his eyes as Kenny moved toward the door, and neither one of them were paying attention to where Kenny was stepping. Kenny planted his foot directly onto Dean’s big, bloated, purple bull nuts, putting all of his body weight onto the massive and traumatized orbs and crushing them against the hardwood floor. Kenny could feel the massive orbs compressing and distorting beneath his sneakered foot, and could even hear a squishy crunching sound as the huge balls were ground into the unforgiving floor.
Dean uttered a bellow so deep, guttural, and loud that the glass of his trophy display case cracked up its entire length. Something must have snapped deep inside his balls, for the young muscle stud started letting loose with a second mammoth orgasm. Huge gouts of clotted spunk burst forth from Dean’s monstrously bloated cock with a force and violence Kenny had never seen before. The cum rocketed forth like it was shot from a cannon, and where the thick and congealed spunk landed on Kenny’s bare skin, he could feel the almost boiling heat from the stuff nearly burn his skin.
More and more of the stuff blasted out of Dean’s cock with unbelievable volume and fury. Kenny was mesmerized by the intensely masculine sight, and readjusted his weight so that BOTH of his heels were digging into Dean’s screaming balls, squashing them almost flat and making his orgasm grow, if anything, even BIGGER.
Dean was almost paralyzed in agony, his great muscles standing out in deep relief and his handsome head thrown back in unimaginable agony as his pumped and bloated cock pumped out the load of the century. After the first half dozen shots or so, the wads became less lumpy and became their normal thick and creamy consistency, proving that Dean’s massive nuts had not been entirely burned out after all.
After three or four DOZEN mighty blasts, Dean’s titanic orgasm began to ebb. Kenny didn’t want the moment to end, and so he began to bounce on his heels, putting even greater pressure on Dean’s nearly bursting nuts. This action proved to provide renewed vigor to the young muscle man’s mighty purging of sperm, and even more of his precious white bullion was ejected from his throbbing and steaming monster cock.
But eventually, even Dean’s vast well of virility was emptied, and his balls completely spermed out. Kenny began to grind his heels like he was putting out a cigarette, crushing Dean’s bloated and bruised balls even harder against the floor. Emptied of their sperm and already battered and abused to their very limit, the huge bull balls threatened to burst under this final injustice, but somehow they endured. The final dregs of his sperm oozed out of the distended piss slit in the now fist-sized cock head, drooling down the awesome length of the 18 inches of roasted bull cock before dripping to the floor.
Kenny finally stepped off of his older stepbrother’s thoroughly busted nuts, and looked at his crumpled form on the floor. Dean’s great chest was heaving as he struggled to regain his breath, and his entire muscular torso was criss-crossed and coated with thick wads of his own cooling spunk. The big stud was leaning way back on his heels, which forced his enormously bloated horse dick to point proudly skyward, and lifted his heavy, swollen balls off the of floor by several inches. Kenny had never seen a more erotic sight in his life.
The younger man took careful aim and kicked with all of his might between Dean’s legs, connecting solidly with his two battered bull nuts and crushing them once more against his groin. Dean let out a choked, strangled sound, and then collapsed sideways, finally knocked unconscious from the pain.
“Oops! Sorry stud!” Kenny said, mocking his fallen stepbrother.
With a smile on his face, Kenny left Dean’s room and closed the door behind him. No doubt his stepbrother would be out for hours, and when he came to, Dean would have to explain the whole mess to his parents. Kenny couldn’t wait!
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A few hours later, Kenny’s parents came home, and quickly discovered Dean unconscious in his bedroom, lying in a large pool of congealed semen and the broken parts of a penis pump. One look at Dean’s grotesquely inflated cock and mangled bull testicles, and Kenny’s stepmom screamed in panic. His parents called 911, and Dean was rushed to the hospital.
Kenny later learned that the medical staff at the hospital was stunned by Dean’s case. They didn’t understand how any man’s genitals could have been pumped to such enormous dimensions, and they were prepared to reluctantly remove what they believed to be destroyed tissues. They were sad to put an end to what was obviously a very handsome and virile young man, but they believed that removing the swollen tissues would be the only way to save his life.
Kenny’s stepmom stopped them just before they would have begun the castration and penectomy, explaining that her son had an unusually large endowment to begin with – a gift from the boy’s father – and that the doctors needed to do whatever they could to save her son’s manhood.
Thus it was that Kenny’s stepmom saved Dean’s massive junk twice in one day.
Dean was kept in intensive care for almost a week. Ice was used to reduce the swelling in the young man’s much abused cock and balls, and pain medications were used to keep the young man sedated and eliminate the pain as much as possible. Otherwise, the doctors and nurses just had to wait and see…
By the end of the week, the blisters and abrasions on Dean’s horse cock had all healed without a trace, and his cock had resumed a healthy color and appearance. But the mammoth tool was still bloated beyond its already heroic proportions, and was now 13 inches long when completely limp, and thicker than the business end of a baseball bat. When hard, Dean’s massive schlong was now over 16 ½ inches long, and was most likely the most gargantuan cock on the planet. The brutal inflation exerted upon Dean’s cock by the penis pump had indeed had a lasting effect, making Dean’s cock even more monumentally massive than ever before.
Dean’s balls had also been horribly brutalized and abused. The electricity coursing through his massive, cum-engorged balls had threatened to cook them clear through, parboiling his mighty eggs in their own juices. To add insult to injury, and very nearly finishing off Dean’s sizzling balls, Kenny had clubbed both huge orbs with a baseball bat, and then stood upon both big man fruits, crushing them with his own bodyweight and grinding them into the hardwood floor. Upon seeing the trauma that had been inflicted on Dean’s balls, the doctors felt it was a miracle that the young man’s balls hadn’t simply exploded in their sac. Still, the doctors feared that that amount of trauma would have a lasting effect on the young man’s balls, and that even if the testicles survived, he would probably be sterile.
By the end of the week, Dean’s balls had also healed, returning to a normal healthy color after the last of the bruises had faded away. They swelling had mostly gone down, though Dean could swear that both orbs were still a little bigger than they were before the accident. But though they looked intact, the real test would be to see how they functioned.
As soon as all of the pain and visible injury to both his cock and his balls had healed, Dean was encouraged by the doctors to “prime the pump” and test the function of his cock and balls. The young jock was given a private room and some “reading materials”, and told to deposit his load into a small plastic cup. Twenty minutes and a lot of grunts and moans later, Dean emerged with a sperm-filled plastic cup...and a metal waste bin filled several inches deep with nut slop. The volume of his loads had clearly not been diminished in the slightest, and once the tests were complete, it was clear that his virility had not been affected either, for Dean’s sperm count was off the charts.
Dean was allowed to return home less than two weeks after his ordeal. Kenny was terrified of his stepbrother’s homecoming, and was convinced that his huge jock stepbrother was going to kill him. Kenny hid trembling in his room when he heard his parents come home with the recovering stud, but the entire day went by without a peep from Dean, and the next day, and the next as well. Dean was keeping his distance from his geeky stepbrother, and Kenny started to hope that maybe he’d leave him alone for good.
That next Saturday, while their parents were out shopping, Kenny heard a soft knock at his door. His heart froze, for he knew it was his stepbrother come to take revenge. The much smaller boy knew he could never hope to keep Dean out of his room, so with trembling steps he went to his door, unlocked it, and opened it up.
Dean was indeed standing outside Kenny’s door, but the expression on the big jock’s face was one he’d never seen before. Dean was looking down and wouldn’t meet Kenny’s eyes, almost like he was ashamed or nervous. Kenny was frozen with surprise and speechless, for he had fully expected the jock to bust into his room, fists blazing. This was the last thing he’d expected to see.
“Hey there Kenny,” Dean said in a soft voice, still not looking up or meeting his stepbrother’s eyes. “Um, I was wondering, I mean like, if you wouldn’t mind and all...um, could you beat on my balls again?”
Kenny’s jaw almost dropped to the floor, and his 6-inch cock grew hard to fast that he thought it would rip right out of his jeans.
“I had the best orgasm of my life with you the other week, and I was wondering if we could do some of that again. And I’m really sorry for making fun of you before.”
“That’s alright, big guy,” Kenny stammered, trying to get control of his shaking voice. “Come on in. Mom and dad won’t be home for hours, and so we have all the time in the world. Let me help you out of those clothes...”
The relationship between Kenny and his huge jock stepbrother was never the same again. Dean stood up for and protected his little stepbrother wherever they went, and when they were alone, Kenny would torture load after massive load out of Dean’s huge jock nuts. People commented that they had never seen two stepbrothers who got along so well, but Kenny and Dean knew the truth -- they had become lovers.
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