Big Dean Wallace Gets More than He Bargained for with an Ancient Penis Pump - Original Version

Here is the original story about big Dean Wallace. In THIS version, the virile young stud doesn't quite do as well as in my version...  :)

Big Dean Wallace Gets More Than He Bargained For With An Ancient Penis Pump

An original story by Jockbreaker

Kenny's big jock stepbrother just found his old penis pump

Dean Wallace sauntered down the hallway towards his room with chest puffed out and his standard cocky grin on. He had just slaughtered three, big wrestlers in his weight division and two above and 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 getting laid all night. It was a fact, all the girls wanted it.

Dean was a stud and he knew it. He was 190 pounds of gym-built beefcake. 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, wrestle stud and starting out next fall, he planned on crucifying everyone in gymnastics. 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 quite a good hand in that department, a very big, thick, veiny horse-dong hung loosely and flopped lazily between his hairy, muscular thighs. It bulged obscenely, no matter what he wore though he only wore athletic or thuggy white-boy clothes, sweats or basketball shorts most often 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 big, hairy, testosterone-filled balls made sure his big meat leaked all kinds of thick, potent pre-cum.

Dean made sure to get laid as much as possible since he would get massive blue-balls if his monster couldn’t blow. He knew he was more blessed down there than any man he’d ever seen, and he knew all the dudes were jealous as shit! Including his dorky brother and his moms’ husband, his bookish, accountant step dad Edward. Deans’ 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. .

At school he was treated like a king and you’d think his popularity would have trickled down to or at least protected his freshman 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, quickly discovering he was gay, had a worship/hate relationship for the 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 wore only a pair of silky white and Carolina blue basketball shorts, showing off the big fat lump of his well-worn and over-stuffed, lucky jockstrap. A sweaty, grey wife beater stretched tightly over his beefy chest even showed off his perfect nipples and thick, hairy, eight pack abs. A white new-era hat held back a lot of dirty blond beach-boy 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.

Coming out of his room and seeing Dean, Kenny said “Oh shit … ” closing his bedroom door quickly, obviously embarrassed at what was lying on his bed. He knew his bully of a stepbrother wouldn’t let him 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 brothers head into his hairy, sweaty arm-pit. Dean had just finished working out so he reeked 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, with his thin, puny three inches to Deans big‘n‘veiny, thick‘n‘juicy thirteen and a half.

“You want to see 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 the freshman’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 tattooed biceps.

“What a faggot.” Dean said looking over in the mirror and holding his double bicep pose. “This is what a real man looks like twerp!’ He said admiring himself for a second.

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” according to Dean. No trophies or medals, weights or Playboys, like in his 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 it up in his sweaty paws.

“DON”T!” Kenny screamed embarrassed knowing he would never live THIS down.

“Wholly fuck! You little queer!”

In Dean's big capable hands was an old box, he couldn’t tell how old though Kenny knew it was the late fifties. There was a picture of a tube-like metal contraption on it, it was faded and beaten up, but the words on the box clearly said “Penile-Enlargement”

Dean erupted. “HAHAHAHA! Wholly shit dude! You’ll never have a big dick like this!” He said grabbing a handful of his floppy 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? Being a little smarter than Dean, Kenny was actually scared of putting his lowly three 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.

Pushing past Kenny and walking back to his room with the box in his hands, Dean furrowed his brow. The little dork is gaining on me, huh? He thought seriously.

“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 Curve 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 sox and cleats. It made Kenny’s head swim and his tiny dick begin to stand at attention.

Dean made quick work of his silky basketball shorts, pushing them down over his thick, blonde, hair-covered thighs and letting ’em drop passed his calves down to his sweaty size thirteen’s revealing once again his monster meat, flopping around in the sweaty, grey athletic-supporter. The idea of his 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 balls. The jock was getting horny and his big thick dick began to swell inside his jockstrap. Kenny made a show of groaning and sighing, secretly excited himself to see the big dumb jock try out the antique penis pump. Dean pulled the contraption from the box. It was a dusty silver cylinder, a bit rusty too. It was covered with pressure gauges, and a single toggle switch. Attached was a old wall socket plug. The wire was a bit ratty and chewed up, and Dean looked at it a bit confused and for the first time bit reluctant to shove his prized possession inside it.

Seeing this and hoping he 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 step brother fall for the petty locker-room-style bullying. The cocky jock’s face changed from concerned to confidant.

“Stand back baby brother, and check out a real super-stud.”

Dean pulled the elastic of jock down with his left hand releasing himself from the tight supporter his cock and balls flopping out heavily. Grabbing the thick shaft, Dean began feeding his monster meat into the cold metal tube. As he dropped his dick into the contraption, and plugged it in, the device began a low hum and immediately suctioned tightly to Deans hairy pubic area as well as the body of his big quickly thickening cock. Its coldness and tightness made Dean gasp. But the big jock's entire swinging meat was now safely contained within the contraption. The machine hung onto the hung stud's cock swinging 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, he was 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 confused about the machine, it hung onto his meat, swinging between his legs, and he made it move from side to side by moving his hips.

“It don’t work!” Dean said, hands on hips.

“You big dumbie, you have to turn it on!” Kenny said walking toward the attached jock and sitting down on the bed almost between his legs. Kenny could smell the manly musk emanating from the big studs groin as he reached out to flip the toggle switch but Dean knocked 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 since he already filled the machine and the body of his dick was forced to bend a few degrees to fit it all in, but the stud, cocky as always said “Showtime!” with a grin, as he flipped the toggle switch with one thick thumb. The few dials on the contraption began to twitch and a green light fluttered on. A smooth mechanical sound filled the room almost like a vacuum and the device began to vibrate on the big jocks big unit.

The machine began to pulse and vibrate. It began chugging on Dean’s meat slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Dean was immediately covered in a sheen of sweat and the jock began making sexual faces almost like 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!!! Its working!!!” Dean moaned, both hands on his hips. “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 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 device. It was sticking straight out from below his hairy, blond, eight-pack belly.

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 was hitting Kenny in the face. Kenny had never been this turned on. Though entranced by the meaty man-show, Kenny noticed the sound change, the machine seemed to be really struggling to keep up with large jock’s deep pelvic thrusts, like the sound of putting too much paper in a paper shredder.

Dean knew he now completely filled the machine to the brim with his manhood, 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, and 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, they began contracting closer to his body as he began moaning louder and louder.

“Ooohhhhh … Ohhhhhhh … “ Big Dean squared his 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 a big porn-star load into the waiting, chugging tube. Just a split second after the mega-cum-load, flooded the machine, there was a bright flash from the direction of the wall plug. The two teens looked over at it just in time to hear a loud pop accompanied by a bright flash and sparks flying out of the socket where the old machine was plugged in. All of Dean’s blonde hair stood straight out all over his sweaty rippling body and his blue eyes went wide as he let out a high-pitched scream. The machine had electrified. And unfortunately for Dean, it kept right on chugging. All the pressure gages went red immediately.

“OH FUCK!” Dean yelled as he tried to flipped the toggle switch to the off position, but either because it was so old, or because Dean was so strong, the delicate switch came right off in his hand. Dean’s eyes widened in fear. The whirring seem to increase as the machine began to heat up quickly as it clung harder and pumped harder on big Dean’s big dick. “HOLY SHIT!?!” Dean yelled. “UNPLUG IT! FUCK! UNPLUG IT!” He yelled frantic. Dean’s spent but still rock solid dick was still trapped in the soulless device, and with his dick still being pumped to inflation, it was becoming painfully small and hot.

Kenny reached for the plug, but the flash fire had melted hard 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, which had felt so fucking good before, began to heat up inside the tube too as it chugged and chugged, 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. His mouth forming a silent “O” as his big jocknads began to sizzle, smoke coming off his thick now hairless 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 jocks ‘ jock.

“DO SOMETHING!!!SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!” Dean yelled trying to rip the pump plug out of the wall by using his bodyweight and yanking. The big man leaned backwards, yanking, but each time it 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 continuing its assault on the studs’ big frying package. Dean began to weep as pain filled his life and 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, 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 on his knees in a fog, a confused look on his handsome face, legs spread, the damned machine still chugging so hard on his manhood it made even a two hundred pound jockstrap like him shudder along with it. Dean seemed lost in pain and sweat. Kenny, trying to help, though too horny to think straight, 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 jocks big left nut, destroying it completely. Dean screamed, in a higher octave, brought out of his pain fog by a now totally different and more acute experience. His eyes wide and frenzied, the jock pleaded for Kenny to stop.

“ I can do it!” Kenny said confident as his big stepbrother cried. Dean was putting his hands up to try to dissuade Kenny but was unable to bring words to the surface. Kenny swung even harder than before, with all his might, and with deadly inaccuracy. The end of the bat caught the jock beneath his two smoldering nuts, sending his nutsack flying and smashing his right baby-maker to bits.

Dean once again climbed an octave but his yelp was slight, he was in a different world now, a world of pain. His eyes were bugged, his head sweaty and bright red, veins bulged out everywhere on his tense, rock-hard body, his two fat round bull balls reduced to lumpy bubbling oatmeal in his scrot. He lay there on the floor against his bed crying uselessly. Kenny stood between the fallen jock’s thick legs watching and hearing the machine crescendo. It chugged mercilessly, the big jock’s groin smoking, Kenny swore it smelled like all beef hot-dogs. The machine continued its assault although who knew what was left of the monumental unit Dean was so proud of. It flopped around violently between the star athlete’s legs like a dying mechanical fish out of water.

Finally, the machine struck the ground hard and at 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 b q 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 tried to blow the smoke away, he was still sitting on the ground spread eagled. 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 that flash 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 what was once his prized possessions. Dean’s big beautiful dick was a thing of the past. Sure it had grown, a lot. Deans schlong had been pumped and stretched to the extreme. The pressure of the machine had distorted the picturesque dick into three feet of broken dick, like a long noodle, or deflated balloon. It was an angry shade of red, blistered, charred and distended. It bent at odd angles, bulgy and bruised, smoke still rising from the mangled manhood. Except for the obviously disproportionate purple cock-head, it was barely recognizable as a dick, let alone Dean’s dick. Dean’s balls were non-existent, they were annihilated. Just a mushy fried mess.

Dean looked down in horror. It only took a few minutes to register everything and for him to blame Kenny completely.

“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 happily.

“You … Really … think so?” Dean sobbed as he held his long distorted mess of a cock in both hands. The steamed cock was so long and thin, in lay out on the floor like a discarded jump rope.

Kenny began to make for the door, he couldn’t believe what he had seen, 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, not paying attention to where he was stepping though, Kenny planted his foot directly onto Deans’ big purple dickhead, putting all of his bodyweight onto it and popping it like a cherry tomato. Dean screamed in such a register that the display glass to his trophy case cracked from side-to-side.

Kenny, laughing, left the room saying only, “Ooops … sorry stud!”