Breaking Brock's Rocks - REVISED

I have another new story posting later on this evening, but I first wanted to post a revised and updated version of the previous story. I absolutely agree with the previously posted comments about the inappropriate age of the protagonist in this story, so I upped his age and the age of the two young women involved to address those comments. I very much appreciate all of the input I received on the prior version of this story, and I hope that this version addresses those concerns. 

Happy weekend, everyone! 

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Breaking Brock’s Rocks

Jayse Version

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Stef and Marie stretched out on pool chairs in the back yard, their lithe, young bodies soaking up some rays on a warm Saturday afternoon. Stef's parents were out for the day and the girls had decided to take the opportunity to get in a little R&R. The two college coeds had been fast friends since kindergarten, and were now enjoying the beginning of their Spring Break vacation before returning to their university in a week.

“Hello?” a deep male voice called from the edge of the yard.

Stef and Marie turned to see a tall, handsome boy walking in through the side gate to the patio. Both young women were instantly struck by the dichotomy between the lad’s boyish face and his magnificent musculature, clearly visible through his tight t-shirt and board shorts. His enormous body was absolutely exploding with thick, dense, corded, tightly packed muscles, creating a physique that would have been extraordinarily impressive for a man of any age, but was absolutely astounding in a lad of a mere 18 years. Massive pecs and rippling abs bulged beneath his thin cotton t-shirt, and his mighty arms and thick, bullish neck stretched the short sleeves and crewneck almost to the breaking point. The board short swim trunks that would have been loose and baggy on just about anyone else instead clung tight to his massively muscled legs and big, tight, meaty butt. The young muscle hunk shyly flashed a friendly smile at the two sunbathing beauties, making his already extraordinarily handsome face light up even more. 

Marie heaved an exasperated and whispered to her friend, “What’s HE doing here?”

“I invited him, so be nice,” Stef responded. “I know he’s only a high school senior, but he’s actually really sweet. Besides, I figured we could use a little eye candy! You have to admit, he IS one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen, even if he is still in high school.” Stef pushing her sun glasses down and greeted their new arrival with a dazzling smile of her own. “Hi Brock! Come on in! Glad you could make it!” 

“Yeah, sure!” the big lad said, obviously excited to have been invited to hang out with two of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Stef and Marie had been seniors at his high school when he was just a freshman, but the popular and extraordinarily attractive young ladies had made a lasting impression on the surprisingly shy lad. “Thanks for inviting me over!” He struggled to keep his blue eyes from scanning every gorgeous curve of the two girls’ lithe and curvaceous bodies, blond Stef draped in a pink bikini, and auburn-haired Marie in a matching yellow bikini.

“It doesn’t matter to me if you want to bang this meat head, but why do I have to be here to witness it?” Marie huffed under her breath.

“Who said I wanted to bang him? I thought it might be more fun just to tease him. Besides, the only way I got him to come over was by telling him that YOU would be here!” Stef smiled.

Marie rolled her eyes and groaned. The darker-haired lass had been dating college-aged guys since she herself had been a high school freshman, and had been dating men a decade or more older than herself since she’d entered college, so had no interest in a high school boy, especially one who apparently had been mooning over her with his puppy dog eyes. She had to privately admit to herself that Brock was indeed a jock among jocks, and stunningly handsome to boot, but he was far too young for her tastes.

“So what are you two up to?” Brock said as he walked up to the lounge chairs, flashing a shy but dazzling smile.

“You're looking at it, genius.” Marie replied dryly, scowling and turning her head away from the handsome young lad, obviously not interested in engaging in any chit chat.

“Nothing much.” Stef grinned in a far friendlier tone. “Care to jump in the pool?”

“Maybe later, but I think you two have the right idea. Mind if I pull up a lawn chair beside you?” Brock asked politely. Stef smiled and nodded, which made Brock’s smile glow even brighter. He quickly brought over a lawn chair next to the gorgeous blond, and then peeled off his bright white t-shirt to reveal his utterly spectacular upper body. Both girls were able to hide their gaze behind their designer sunglasses as they drank in the sight of Brock’s broad, muscular chest, cannonball shoulders, and rippling, chiseled abs. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

Marie grunted, but Stef interrupted her before she could say anything.

“Of course not!” Stef smiled sweetly. “My, you do look like you’ve been hitting the gym a lot lately”

Brock immediately blushed in the most charming fashion, looking away from Stef’s appraising eyes even as he smiled shyly at the compliment. “Yeah, I have,” he replied. “Twice a day and six times a week, actually. It’s not a routine so much as a lifestyle, I guess, but it’s all good. Coach wants me to be even bigger before football season starts at the university in the Fall.” 

“That’s right! I heard you’ve already been drafted to be on the varsity football team this next year. First time a college freshman has ever done that, so congratulations!” 

Brock beamed in response. “Thanks Stef! Yeah, Coach said he had never seen a teenager as big or as strong as me before.” Brock tried to make eye contact with Marie, but she continued to refuse to look in his direction. “I guess Coach liked what he saw in me.” 

“I’m sure he did, cuz I sure do!” Stef said with a teasing, suggestive smile. “I mean, you could be a model with a body like that!” 

Brock’s blush deepened, and he had to look away again to hide his embarrassment at the compliment. “Funny enough, I looked into that earlier this year, but it turns out I’m too big to be a model.” 

“Get out!” Stef replied. “I’m sure you’d make a GREAT fitness model! Heck, you’re more than beefy enough to be in a bodybuilding magazine!” 

The young man looked even more uncomfortable at this point as he said, “Thanks, but, well…actually, it turns out I’m too big ‘down there’. The modeling agency I tried out said that all of my test photos looked too pornographic.” 

Even Marie perked up at that statement, and both girls zeroed in their gaze onto the huge mound that bulged obscenely from the front of Brock’s board shorts. There had always been rumors swirling around campus about the infamous bulge in Brock’s pants — whether it was real or not, and just how much meat and potatoes the handsome young muscle man might have stuffed in there — but no one, not even the stud’s fellow football players, had ever been able to get eyes on the lad’s naked crotch. In fact, word was that the outrageously handsome young hunk was somehow still a virgin! 

The silence grew uncomfortably long, and Brock felt like he might die of embarrassment, inwardly kicking himself for revealing his most shameful secret. He was just about to get up and make some excuse to leave when Stef seemed to shake herself out of her ‘dick-matized’ paralysis and said, “Well, then I guess underwear modeling must be out of the question!” 

All three of them laughed at the sudden joke, which broke the tension that had been steadily building out by the pool. 

“Well, I might not ever be a model,” Brock confided, “but there are other perks to being tall and muscular. For example, it’s a great deterrent for trouble. Guys never want to mess with me.” 

“Is that right?” Marie suddenly chimed, her attention finally focusing on the handsome young man sitting across from Stef. 

“Sure, yeah, of course!” Brock smiled, clearly glad that Marie was finally part of the conversation. “I mean, who would want to start shit with someone who had guns like these?” the lad boasted, curling both of his arms on either side of his head and flexing his huge, sculpted biceps for the two ladies. Both arms exploded into even more massive dimensions as Brock’s gigantic biceps swelled to well over 21 inches each. 

Stef openly gawked at Brock’s titanic muscles, but Marie seemed unimpressed, and responded, “I dunno, maybe a guy with an actual GUN, perhaps?” 

Stef giggled, while Brock seemed instantly chastened, quickly relaxing his huge arms down by his sides. “Well, yeah, okay, but not if he’s unarmed.” The young man’s pride had clearly been wounded by Marie’s harsh words. 

The auburn-haired beauty got up from her lounge chair and scoffed, “Please, a 6-year-old girl could take you down in two seconds.” 

Brock quickly got up from his lounge chair as well, as Marie moved to stand in front of him, hands belligerently on her shapely hips. “Seriously?!” Now it was Brock’s turn to scoff. “You’re joking, right?” 

“Well, there aren’t any 6-year-olds around to prove it, but yeah, I’m serious." Marie shrugged.

He laughed a loud, hearty laugh. “Oh yeah? And just how exactly would they…” 

Brock suddenly chocked on his words as Marie answered him, arching her foot back and kicking him square in the crotch! Her perfectly-aimed foot visibly flattened the enormous mound in his shorts and crunched his balls hard against his huge, muscular frame.

Brock gasped out a soft, moaning sound and clutched at his injured groin, nearly dropping to his knees by the side of the pool.

“See, I guess you’re not as tough as you think you are!” Marie grinned.

Brock let out a groan and rubbed his sore nuts. “Shit, that was mean, Marie.” 

Stef had been both shocked and titillated by Marie’s unexpected kick to Brock’s groin, and she tried to wipe the smirk off her face. “I think we have ice in the kitchen. Come on Brock, I’ll show you where it is.” 

Brock stood back upright and stopped nursing his aching balls, looking more than a bit sheepish and embarrassed. Both his pride and his manhood had been bruised, but it was nothing he couldn’t recover from. Without a word to Marie, he turned and followed Stef back in to the house, leaving a grinning Marie to soak up the sun on the concrete patio. 

Inside the house, it was cool and quiet.

Stef pulled out a tray of ice cubes and dumped it in to a small plastic bag, then presented it to Brock. “Here, use this. It’ll help keep down any…swelling,” she said with a coy wink.

Brock chuckled in response and thanked her, and was oblivious to the fact that the blond’s eyes were devouring him as he pressed the bag of ice against his crotch. 

“You know, you should probably apply that directly to the, uh, injured area,” Stef said, all seriousness in her voice. Then she grinned and grew more lascivious, “In fact, I wouldn’t mind checking myself…for any swelling, that is.” 

“Oh, uh, that’s ok,” Brock stammered, taken completely off guard. “I just…” 

Brock let out a short, sharp gasp as Stef pushed him back against the counter, grabbed the crotch of his swim trunks, and firmly squeezed its contents between her fingers.

“Oh my!” Stef said, her eyes growing wide with surprise. “You ARE big, aren’t you? That’s the biggest sac of nuts I’ve ever felt in my life!” 

“Nut,” Brock replied, his voice little more than a hoarse gasp. 

“What?” Stef said, clearly confused. 

“Nut. Singular. You’ve just got my left nut in your hand.” Brock said, his pulse hammering in his chest. No one other than his doctor had ever touched his groin before, and here was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen gripping his massive left ball. He thought he might pass out from the excitement. 

“No shit?” Stef exclaimed as she ran her free hand down the vast mounded plane of one of Brock’s huge pecs, over the young man’s cobblestone abdominal muscles, and then over the bulging crotch, finally grabbing a second handful of Brock’s supremely oversized manhood. “Oh my god, you’re not kidding!!” Stef said, excitement gleaming in her gorgeous green eyes. She could now indeed tell that she was gripping a separate ball in each hand, balls that were so monstrously huge that they filled her hands way beyond overflowing. 

The high school stud’s bright blue eyes were wide with shock and surprise, but he made no move to stop her from handling his goods. In fact, both his pulse and his breathing were accelerating as he felt the blond’s slender fingers massaging his huge balls. 

“You’ll have to excuse Marie,” Stef said in a soft voice. “She can be a bit rough at times. I, on the other hand, can be oh so gentle…” Stef was now very firmly rubbing and kneading the two huge lumps in Brock’s shorts where she felt his massive testicles were resting.

Brock let out a gentle moan, both hands gripping the countertop behind him so hard that his knuckles were turning white. The long tube of his flaccid dick shifted inside his swim trunks as he began to get hard. 

“Uh oh, I think there is some swelling after all,” Stef coyly teased, pouting her lips playfully. “I think I better check it out, don’t you?” 

A frozen and hypnotized Brock nodded mutely in agreement as she slowly pulled the strings on his trunks, loosening the waistband and peeling them down his thick, solid, tree-trunk legs, slowly revealing inch after inch of the thickest, widest, most vein-gnarled cock shaft she’d ever seen. When the trunks were down far enough, Brock’s huge dick sprung up as if it were spring loaded, colliding with his rock-like abdominal muscles with a meaty thump. 

All look of teasing bled from Stef’s stunned face as she gazed lustfully upon Brock’s mammoth member for the first time. The handsome young lad possessed what had to be one of the largest cocks in the whole world, a true whopper of a horse dick, as stupendously girthy as it was fantastically long. It was so hard that the thick hood of foreskin was fully retracted, unveiling the huge glossy knob of Brock’s swollen cock head, which was easily the size of a small apple. 

Stef was surprised that her hands weren’t trembling as she reached down and took hold of Brock’s throbbing phallus with both hands, cooing softly when she discovered that her fingers could barely wrap halfway around the cock’s colossal girth. And just like the rest of Brock, his cock was thick and warm and solid. Stef stared at his member as if she was looking down the barrel of a loaded cannon, a cannon coated in a graceful tracery of thick veins, a cannon that felt like steel encased in warm velvet, a cannon that throbbed and pulsed with vibrant life.

“My gosh, you ARE a big boy!” Stef’s breath came out as barely more than a whisper. She exhaled slowly, giving Brock’s penis a couple of long and languid strokes, marveling at the wondrous feeling of having such an enormous and beautifully-shaped cock in her hungry hands.

Brock was breathing hard at this point, his excitement palpable. He looked like he might blow his load at any second.

A quick and breathless, “Thanks!" was all he could manage.

Stef smiled. Now that she knew she had him, it was time for a little more fun.

“And what about these? Are these swollen, too, or do you just have really big balls?” Stef said, reaching for Brock’s bulging and bloated ballsac. His testicles were drawn taught against his body from all of the erotic excitement, and they felt both warm and very, very heavy in Stef’s dainty hands. She knew that they were no doubt packed to the brim and boiling with young Brock’s pent up stud seed.

Brock had to swallow a couple of times before he could talk, his mouth having gone suddenly dry. “I…I guess I just have big balls, too.” Brock replied, his voice ragged and filled with desire.

“Mmm, I’ll say!” Stef said as she firmly massaged both titanic testes. “Biggest balls I’ve ever seen! But I’m surprised that all it took was a single little kick to hurt these big, magnificent bull nuts of yours. Haven’t you ever been hit below the belt before?” Stef asked, sounding a tad naive.

A slight scowl clouded Brock’s achingly handsome face, his pride clearly wounded once again. “Well yeah, sure, I’ve taken a hits to my sac over the years. Every guy has! They typically get knocked around pretty hard whenever I play sports, but don’t worry, it’s nothing these king-sized baby-makers can’t handle.”

“I’m sure you're right, of course,” Stef said, looking doubtful. “It’s just that, well, you looked like you were in a lot of pain when Marie barely flicked you. That’s clearly a lot lighter than some linebacker charging into you, and slamming shoulder first first into your crotch! I mean, I nearly thought she’d ended your chances for fatherhood right there!” 

“To be honest, that was more shock than pain,” Brock protested, even as Stef continued to firmly fondle his big, turgid nuts. “Sure, all guys’ nuts are sensitive, but they’re pretty much impossible to break. And my stones are tougher than most, after all of the hits they’ve taken on the gridiron over the years. What was different this time is that I had no idea she was going to do that. If I knew it was coming, then it wouldn’t have nearly been as bad.” 

“Is that so?” Stef skeptically replied. “So, if I told you right now that I was going to hurt your balls, and then I did, you’d be able to handle it?” Stef smiled, feigning amazement. “In that case, do you mind we test out your theory?” 

“What?!” Brock looked dumbfounded. Where was this coming from? Not a minute ago it looked like he was going to finally bust his cherry, or at the very least getting a hand job out of this, and from one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. But now… 

“I mean, I’m going to squeeze your balls, with both hands, as hard as I can, for as long as I can. If you’re right, then my hands are going to give out before you do. Or, to be more precise, before your balls do.” 

“You want to do what to me?” A naked Brock shifted his stance uncomfortably as Stef’s grip tightened around his massive bollocks. 

“Relax stud!” Stef cooed. “I’m only a girl, after all. It’s not like I have a shot at actually cracking these big suckers, right? I just want to see just how tough you really are.” Stef did her best not to appear pandering, for she was hoping her little ploy would turn Brock’s own pride against him.

Doubt slowly crossed over Brock’s achingly handsome face as he considered her argument. 

That was all that Stef needed to step things up a notch. 

“You’re so big and so strong, Brock! And so handsome! God Brock, you’re so hot, the hottest boy in your entire high school. Hell, you’re hotter than any of the college guys Marie dates, and she dates some HOT guys! And I can’t believe that, on top of it all, you’re so well hung!! I just can’t help myself. I gotta find out just how tough you really are!” With Brock’s nuts still clutched tightly in her grasp, she slowly twisted each mammoth ball separately in their sac and began to powerfully squeeze the rotund, meaty organs. 

Brock let out a long, controlled exhale and said, “Shit… I guess you’re just going for it.” 

Stef smiled wide and nodded. “Yep! Time to put your money where your mouth is, and find out how tough you and these big balls of yours are.”

Brock grunted, but he didn’t protest or make any move to stop her. The young man towered over the slender young woman and weighed well over twice her body mass, so he could have easily stopped her attack on his big balls at any moment. Instead, he simply accepted the premise that both he and his gonads were being put to the test, and he hoped that neither would turn out to be found wanting.

Stef twisted Brock’s sac even harder, really torcing both huge nuts and turning them almost a full rotation within his scrotum, and then sunk her fingers in to the bloated, bulging orbs, really trying to burrow down to the core of each gonad. Brock’s big balls proved to be unusually dense and firm, however, and resisted Stef’s attempts to deform them, barely even denting as she tried to drive her fingers into the heart of his manhood. 

Brock let out another low moan, but otherwise made no attempt to stop the young woman from trying to squeeze the very life out of his massive nuts. 

Stef had been playing tennis for almost a decade, and she knew she had strong and powerful arms. But nevertheless, despite her best efforts, Brock’s nuts would barely budge! What’s more, Brock just continued to stand there and LET her wreak havoc on his huge huevos! Stef knew just how extraordinarily sensitive a man’s balls were, having seen the results of nut shots to various men, and even having landed a few knee or fist blows below the belt herself if a young man was getting too handsy with her. In every case, a sharp kick, punch, or squeeze to the balls should have had just about any man writhing on the floor and begging for mercy. The fact that Brock was even still STANDING was astounding, considering how hard she was trying to juice his berries. It looked like the handsome young muscle hunk really WAS as tough as he claimed! 

Stef paused and eased up for a moment. “This looks awfully painful, Brock. Should I stop?”

“Only if you want to, but I’m ok.” Brock said with forced nonchalance, his voice deeper and more roughened than before. Sweat was beading up on his forehead and across his magnificent chest, however. giving lie to his words. His balls might not have been deforming much in her grip, but Stef was definitely inflicting a whole world of pain on the stoic muscle stud.

“Okay, just checking. I’m fine too. My hands are getting a little sore, to be honest, but I’m sure they can keep on squeezing for hours!” Stef grinned and resumed her nutclaw grip on Brock’s prize-winning plums.

Brock had to stop himself from chuckling. Her HANDS were getting sore?! Hell, his nuts were screaming in pain, that deep, gut-wrenching ache that only men could ever know. But he managed to maintain what he hoped was an impassive look on his face, wanting more than anything to impress this beautiful young woman standing before him. This golden-haired goddess who was the first woman to ever touch him in a sexual way. 

Stef took Brock’s stoicism as a sign that she wasn’t trying hard enough, and she began to REALLY put her full effort in to grinding and crushing the hung teenage stud’s beyond-bulky balls. Occasionally, she would only focus on one nut at a time, locking the fingers of both hands around the hot and heavy nut like a cage, and then driving both her thumbs into the center of the poor, singled out nad. The strength of both of her hands succeeded in causing the huge orb to deform to the point where the flesh would bubble out around her fingertips.

And STILL Brock did nothing to resist her! 

Veins were exploding all over Brock’s thickly-muscled arms and legs as they bulged and flexed dramatically. The young man was clearly fighting for control, trying to overcome the terrific pain through sheer force of will alone, and the toll was evident on his magnificently muscular body. Even the muscles in Brock’s powerful jaw were flexing as he tried to grit his teeth through the pain, watching Stef go to town on his huge bull nuts. 

Stef had been mauling Brock’s nuts for well over 20 minutes at this point, and the young woman was secretly astounded by his might and staying power. Surely any other man’s balls would have been utterly BROKEN by now, but Brock’s burly bollocks endured! She decided to focus on just his right nut again, wrapping both hands around the red and angry orb and, placing her thumbs back-to-back, began to drive both well-manicured fingernails into the tough, springy, and only slightly malleable nut meat. 

Brock squeezed his big blue eyes shut and began to pant as the calm facade he’d tried to project began to crumble. He leaned forward slightly, still gripping the countertop with both hands in a death drip as the burning pain grew into a raging inferno. “Fuuuuuuck me…” he finally whispered through gritted teeth, unable to quietly endure the hideous testicular abuse any longer.

Stef squealed with delight, finally getting the reaction she was hoping for as she mashed Brock’s twin meatballs with all her might. She leaned up close to him, pressing her nearly naked body against his even as she continued to tear at his balls, and whispered in his ear. “It’s okay. Just admit it. You are a big muscle head with nothing but a big set of weak and wimpy balls.” 

“Fuck that! I’m no quitter!” Brock spat back in response, standing fully upright again and staring defiantly into Stef’s eyes even as she continued to crush his screaming nuts with ruthless efficiency. 

“You sure aren’t!” Marie suddenly cooed into his other ear.

Brock started at the sound of Marie’s voice as she snuck up on his left side, wrapping one of her arms tight around him in an erotic embrace. With his focus on the agony in his nuts, Brock hadn’t seen her slip in to the kitchen to watch her petite girlfriend try to grind the muscle stud’s gigantic gonads in to paste.

Brock took in the sight and sensation of Marie’s supple and curvaceous body, and his attention shifted suddenly from the horrible ache in his balls to the auburn-haired beauty’s spectacular body, her gorgeous face, and her simultaneously captivating and taunting green eyes. Brock had had a hopeless crush on Marie since grade school, and now his teenage lustful impulses appeared to be getting the better of him. It was more than his raging teen libido could take, and in seconds his half-floppy cock, which had been flagging throughout the extended nut-squeezing session, grew rock hard once again. 

“It looks like his balls aren’t the only things that refuse to quit!” Stef giggled, taking in the sight of Brock’s terminally distended horse cock.

“Geezus, I guess you’re right! Look at that!” Marie exclaimed as she grabbed the shaft of Brock’s rigid tool. “FUCK!! I’ve never seen a cock even remotely this big before! God DAMN! Tell you what — Stef, you keep working his balls over the way you are. I’ll take care of Mr. Big Dick myself.” 

Then, as almost an afterthought, Marie pressed up closer against Brock’s heaving, muscular, sweat-soaked frame and said, “That’s alright with you, isn’t it?” 

Brock was lost in Marie’s green-eyed gaze, and nodded his assent, moaning in anticipation of what was to come.

“Are you ready to have your big balls drained by two beautiful women? I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle it. Once I start cranking on your shaft, Stef isn’t going to stop squeezing until your  huge, oversized nuts are wrung dry!” 

The little bit of dirty talk from his greatest sexual fantasy was all that was needed to push the enormously muscled stud over the edge. 

“Yes, please!! Drain me!! You’re so fucking hot! I don’t care if you CRUSH the cum out of me!!” 

Stef and Marie laughed at the obvious frustration of the horned up muscled teen as he teetered on the edge of climax. Then working as one, Stef once again clamped down on the lad’s red, swollen testes while Marie furiously worked over the precum-slickened head of Brock’s massive dick like she was twisting a door knob. 

The combination of the extreme pleasure and extreme pain drove Brock absolutely wild, yet he didn’t budge an inch, allowing both beautiful young women to do whatever they wanted to his young and massively muscular body. His big muscles began to quiver and quake, and his massive chest heaved with his ragged breaths. Every muscle in his body appeared to flex as one as a mighty orgasm built up inside him. Brock threw his handsome head back, and a low, guttural roar poured from his throat. 

Sensing that he was ready to blow, Marie aimed Brock’s cock away from Stef as she continued to grind down on his balls. And just in time, too, for without any further warning, his dick began spewing tremendously thick ropes of his pearlescent cream. Spurt after massive spurt of the stuff gushed out with fearsome force and power, splattering against the lower cabinets on the far side of the kitchen, splashing against the floor, and forming thick puddles as Brock’s prime teen stud baby batter spread across the gleaming tiles. 

Just the first two or three blasts alone were enough to put even the greatest porn star to shame, but that was just the beginning of Brock’s shuddering and spectacular orgasm. And from the sheer viscosity and thickness of Brock’s pudding-like man sludge, it appeared that he’d been holding onto this load for quite a while…only to have it wasted and end up on Stef’s parents’ kitchen floor. 

Despite the method of extraction, Brock appeared to enjoy having his balls made lighter, one huge salty spray of sperm at a time. He was moaning and groaning with his eyes closed, gently bucking and rotating his hips to force his aching genitals even more fully into the hands of the two beautiful young women. 

It took well over a dozen spurts before the muscled stud’s raging boner finally came to a rest, though it remained rock hard and throbbing even after his titanic orgasm was complete, continuing to dribble out a constant flow of milky liquid onto the uncaring floor.

“What's wrong, Brock? Why’d you stop cumming?” Stef asked, a hint of indignation in her voice.

“Wha-? Are you KIDDING me?! That was, like, the biggest orgasm of my life!!” the young muscle bull incredulously exclaimed. 

His balls were more sore than they’d ever been, both of them red and inflamed, and his dick head was tender to the touch from the mauling Marie had given it, but he was feeling thoroughly satisfied. Especially for his very first sexual encounter. 

Marie clicked her tongue. “She’s right, you know. We did promise that we would drain you… completely.” She gently patted the underside of Brock’s sagging left nut, feeling it’s great heft and weight, and said, “And judging by the weighty bulk of these here nuts of yours, I’d say there’s plenty more splooge in there just waiting to be tapped!” 

Brock shook his head, still awash in his post orgasmic afterglow. “Listen, mission accomplished. After all that, I don’t even know how soon I’ll be able to cum again…”  

He trailed off when he suddenly felt Stef’s mouth close around the massive, swollen head of his huge dick and began blowing him. Her mouth was instantly filled with the salty and tangy flavors of sweat and cum, and she hungrily tried to devour as much of the teen’s herculean cock as she could. But the extraordinary girth was simply too much for her, making her gag as she tried to take him down her throat, so she was limited to only sucking on the bloated head and perhaps the first inch or two of the vein-gnarled shaft. 

But that was more than enough to begin pushing all of Brock’s buttons. 

“Oh shit, ok… I might be cumming sooner than I thought…”  

Brock was soon in ecstasy. While Stef was sucking on his prick with gusto, Marie leaned over her and began passionately kissing him on the mouth. Brock hungrily responded in kind, and Marie had to admit that for an 18-year-old kid with no prior experience, he was a natural at making out. Despite her best efforts, Marie found herself actually enjoying making out with the handsome young hunk. She was soon running her hands all over his truly spectacular physique, enjoying the softness of his perfect skin stretched taut over the amazing hardness of all of those massive muscles. 

Breaking all of his previous recovery records, it only took a couple of minutes of this sexual attack before Brock was ready to shoot his second load.

Sensing his impending orgasm, Stef spat out Brock’s cock; after seeing the gargantuan size of one of the stud’s loads, the pretty blond was unwilling to risk choking to death in an effort to swallow all of that thick nut sludge. But the sudden loss of Stef’s mouth was akin to slamming on the breaks, leaving the hunky teen's second load trapped inside of his throbbing nuts. 

“Shit… I can’t…” Brock groaned and futilely thrust his hips, but it was no use. His balls were drawn up tight against the base of his cock, bloated to the brim with his potent stud sauce and with nowhere to go. 

Marie pulled away from the frustrated stud and said, “Fuck this! It’s taking too long. Watch out Stef, I’m going to step things up.” 

Stef got out of the way and watched as Marie stood in front of Brock, seized the confused muscle hunk by his huge, hulking shoulders, and slammed her knee directly in to the center of his groin. Brock bellowed in agony as his junk was smashed up against his pelvic bone, his thick and sturdy balls crushed nearly halfway flat by the brutal force of the blow. Marie’s task was made easier by the fact that Brock’s humongous balls were drawn all the way up to the top of his sac, effectively holding them firmly in place to be driven hard up against his rock solid body. 

But Marie didn’t stop at just one blow. She slammed her knee into Brock’s crotch again and again and again, as hard and as fast as she could, really laying waste to the young man’s bloated and oversized manhood. Trapped between the kitchen counter and Marie’s horrifically powerful knee thrusts, Brock didn’t make any attempt to protect himself, either due to the paralysis of surprise or in an effort to further prove his manliness to these two gorgeous young women. Regardless of the reason, the achingly handsome young muscle stud was in serious danger of having his man eggs scrambled for good. 

After at least a dozen devastating knee blows to his battered balls, Marie stepped back to admire her handiwork, fully expecting the big beefy teen to crumble right in front of her. Instead, Brock continued to stand there in near silence, his mouth gaping open comically in a look of utter surprise, his muscles flexing to the point of quivering, his blue eyes completely glazed over as he tried to come to terms with the nuclear inferno of pain inside of his massive balls. 

Then it happened. The beyond-brutal abuse to his red and swelling nuts was the final bit of stimulus Brock needed to take him over the edge, and he began blowing his second massive load, barely more than five minutes after his first. 

The first gigantic wad of cum caught both girls completely by surprise, and Marie was not able to dodge out of the way in time. The massive slug of sperm caught the young woman directly in her large, bikini-clad breasts, exploding across both of her boobs and virtually coating them in spunk shrapnel. Marie shrieked in surprise as she leapt out of the way, just in time to avoid being caught by a second, even larger slug of jizz. That massive slug sailed clear across the kitchen to land on the far countertop, with a substantial portion of the cum wad hitting the backsplash behind it. The sheer power behind that cum bolt was simply staggering! 

Brock’s whole body shuddered and he spasmodically bucked his hips as his mighty, meaty loins were purged of their second titanic load of the afternoon. Pulse after pulse after massive pulse of insanely thick and chunky spunk shot out of Brock’s gigantic cum cannon with a volume, power, and force that eclipsed even his previous record-shattering orgasm, and both girls were simultaneously shocked, horrified, and powerfully turned on by the young man’s display of super human virility. 

The two girls quickly lost track of the number of cum blasts that gushed out of Brock’s massive mule dick, but after more than a score of truly volcanic sperm eruptions, the young man’s second mighty orgasm ratcheted to a close. Amazingly, the tough teen jock continued to remain standing, sweat pouring off of his heaving body as he gasped for breath, knees shaking from the inhuman amount of pain throbbing in his bruised and mangled balls. The kitchen was virtually silent except for the sounds of Brock’s ragged breathing and the thick and gloopy sounds of large cum wads dripping onto the tiled floor. 

Stef broke out of her shock and surprise first and shouted, “What the FUCK was THAT!?! That… was… INSANE!!! No guy can cum that much!! I don’t care HOW huge his balls are!!” 

“Christ!” Marie intoned, a goofy smile of surprise and wonder on her face as she looked down at the gloopy, sticky mess Brock had made of her breasts. “I think my tits are pregnant!” 

Brock let out a moan of anguish at that point, his vacant eyes still staring at something far in the distance, a look of utter pain on his heartbreakingly handsome features. Seeing the muscular teen titan in such a vulnerable state inspired Marie into action. She dropped to her knees in front of the handsome hulk and sent a brutal uppercut square in his balls. The punch caught him right in the undercarriage, hammering his tender jewels so hard that they pancaked against his rock solid, muscular frame. 

That final punch proved to be more than even Brock could take. He bellowed in agony, grasping his busted nuts with both hands as his knees finally buckled out from under him. As he tumbled to the floor, the back of his head struck the lip of the countertop of the way down, instantly knocking him out cold. He landed on his beefy, muscular butt with a loud thud, his back against the counter, his powerful legs splayed out before him, massive arms limp at his sides, and his head flopped over onto his huge right shoulder. 

Amazingly, Brock’s colossal horse cock was still rock hard, despite him both being unconscious and having just pumped out two of the largest cum loads in history, back to back. Brock’s thick and towering phallus stood straight up, almost as if it was standing sentinel duty over his two badly battered balls. The young man’s nuts were a sorry sight indeed, glowing an angry lobster red that was just starting to take on a mottled purplish hue of the deep bruising that was sure to come. Brock’s nutsac had relaxed somewhat after his second orgasm, spilling his two massive balls onto the cool tile floor, where they rested vulnerably in the crotch between the stud’s massively muscled thighs. Unsurprisingly, both bollocks were starting to swell after all of the trauma they had just suffered, and were already well past their normal grapefruit size and growing larger by the minute. 

The two girls stared at the downed hunk, and then at each other, amazed at what they had just done.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Stef asked, with real concern in her voice. She knelt down and reached back behind Brock’s head, finding a sizable bump where he’d hit the counter on his way down. “Should we call an ambulance?” 

Marie shook her head, taking charge of the situation. “No need, he’ll be just fine. Though he’ll probably wake up with a hell of a headache.” 

Stef nodded in agreement. She then grinned as she scooped up the massive double handful of Brock’s bruised nutsac and rolled the heavy, swollen contents against her fingers. “That’s not the ONLY thing that’s going to ache when he gets up! You sure did a number on him.” 

Marie shrugged her shoulders. “He deserves it. He’s nothing more than a handsome pretty-boy jock who is — literally — too big for his britches. He needed to be taken down a notch or two. In fact, I say we use this as an opportunity to teach him a lesson, permanently.” 

Stef raised one of her eyebrows. “Oh? And what lesson is that?” 

“I say we nut the asshole.” Marie crossed her arms over her cum-splattered chest.

“You mean you want to… to cut off his balls!?!” Stef looked horrified at the thought. 

“Nah, nothing quite so bloody.” Marie shook her head. “I don’t want to go to jail or anything. I’m just thinking we do the world a favor and reduce the number of testicles Brock is sporting down to one. You know, make him a one nut wonder. Take out a member of his dynamic duo, and turn him in to a solo act. Even with one nut, he’ll have more balls than any ten other guys put together. Hell, he might even thank us for making that ridiculously oversized bulge in his pants significantly smaller!” 

Stef adamantly shook her head. “No, Marie! That’s wrong! This could ruin his life! Besides, he’s a really sweet guy, if you’d bother to get to know him, and I already feel bad enough for mangling his nuts like we did.”

Marie heaved a disappointed sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

Stef looked relieved. “Ok, good. What do you say we let Brock rest here for a little while. When he comes to, we can apologize for letting our little game get out of hand, and this can all come to an end. I don’t think he’s going to be all that forthcoming about the fact that he got owned by two girls, so I think we’re safe from any retaliation.” 

Marie nodded in apparent agreement. “Sure, sounds good.”

Stef rose to her feet. “Hey, let’s get back outside and enjoy what’s left of the afternoon. We should still have a couple of hours before we lose the sun.”

“Yeah, okay. You go on without me, I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right out.” 

Before turning to leave, Stef wrapped her arms around Marie and gave her a reassuring hug. Marie watched her go, feeling a tad guilty for lying to her friend. She wasn’t about to force Stef to do something she wasn’t ready for, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have some fun on her own.

Marie stared down at Brock’s still form. Even unconscious, he was a majestic sight to behold, with his boyishly handsome face, his exquisite musculature, and all of that succulent man meat between his powerful legs. His blue eyes were closed and he was breathing in a slow, steady rhythm, almost like he was just asleep, completely unaware of the doom his manhood was about to face. 

She knelt down and grabbed Brock’s enormous, rock hard dick and almost absentmindedly began to stroke the incredibly girthy trouser beast. She considered stroking him off to completion and letting him shoot one last load with his manhood fully intact, for she had been astounded by the size of his monstrous cum loads and wanted to see another before wrecking him forever. But the thought of bursting his big berries with a full load of cum stored up inside them was such an erotic idea to her that she quickly ditched that plan. If she was lucky, then she might even get to watch Brock gush one out in the process of turning his manhood to mush. 

“Damn, you ARE one horny stud!” Marie chuckled to herself as she watched Brock’s behemoth boner start to leak clear and slippery precum like a broken faucet, behaving for all the world as if it hadn’t just pumped out two epic loads already. “You’re really just an oversized, oversexed freak. And I know just how to fix that.” 

Climbing to her feet, Marie spread Brock’s massive legs out a bit further, giving her more access to his gigantic balls. She gently dug the toes of her right foot into his big, bruised scrotum, rolling the huge orbs against the cool tile floor. The skin that enveloped Brock’s swollen, bull-sized balls felt soft and silky, while the huge testicles beneath felt firm yet rubbery, and oh so hot to the touch. 

The thought of being so close to snuffing out Brock’s magnificent manhood sent a shiver down Marie’s spine, and she felt her thong start to become wet with excitement.

There was hardly any noise when Marie began to press her foot into Brock’s poor nuggets, squashing them against the floor. Brock didn’t move, didn’t so much as twitch. He simply continued to snore quietly, his head hanging limp against his muscular shoulder.

Feeling more bold, Marie dug her toes in to the delicate orbs, first one then the other, twisting and turning like she was trying to put out a cigarette butt. She stayed this with technique for a while, alternating between Brock’s defenseless balls, amazed at how tough and resilient the stud’s huge huevos were proving to be. Even as she forced more and more of her weight to grind down into Brock’s testes, the sex glands continued to be remarkably firm and sturdy, defying all of her attempts to squash them for good. 

Undeterred, Marie began to kick and stomp on the lad’s already bruised and battered bollocks, really throwing herself into the task. The young woman had a very strong set of shapely legs, and she held nothing back, really kicking the crap out of Brock’s big balls and giving them the hardest stomps that she could. Both of her legs quickly grew slick with Brock’s hot precum, as spurts of the clear gelatinous spew would spray onto her legs with every stomp and kick. And yet Brock’s rocks STILL remained defiant, absorbing every blow she brought to bear, with no sign of quitting. This only frustrated Marie more, resulting in her putting more and more effort in to smushing Brock’s obstinate balls into paste. 

“Why…” 

STOMP 

“won’t…” 

KICK 

“you…” 

STOMP 

“BREAK!?!” 

Marie snarled through clenched teeth as she tried and tried with very little success to wear down Brock’s extraordinarily tough bull balls. Though she wouldn’t have been able to articulate why, Marie wanted more than anything to extinguish Brock’s mighty manhood. The 18-year-old boy was such a stud, such a BULL, more manly and masculine than any of the men she’d dated who were ten years or more his senior. And hell, the big, beefy lad wasn’t even full grown yet! That made the situation even more erotic for Marie, knowing that she was about to snuff out Brock’s manhood before the gorgeous young stud had even reached his prime! 

It took her a while, but eventually Marie found a technique that began to actually give her some results. Standing with her back facing him, she stood directly in front of Brock’s unconscious body, her feet pulled together in the wedge formed by his massive thighs and with her heels digging deep into both of the young man’s beleaguered balls, and rocked back and forth on her heels into the comatose stud’s groin.

Back and forth, again and again and again and again, the full weight of Marie’s voluptuous 130-pound frame came bearing down on top of Brock’s trapped jewels, grinding them down more and more each time. Marie felt a fresh wave of exhilaration when she saw the extent to which Brock’s juicy grapefruits bulged out from underneath her feet as they were methodically crushed flatter and flatter against the hard tile floor. She knew she was finally on her way to getting Brock’s super-sized sperm tanks to burst. 

Perhaps it was the unreal pain she was inflecting, or perhaps it was some deep-rooted sense of self-preservation, but Brock finally regained consciousness, only to discover that his manhood was in the process of being ground down to oblivion. He let out a deep-throated bellow of mixed agony and horror, and Marie feared his howl might be heard outside and bring Stef running. 

“Oh my God! What are you…? You’re BREAKING them! Oh FUCK!! You’re breaking my goddamn BALLS!!!” The stud was babbling hysterically, almost sobbing, desperately clawing at Marie’s legs to move them off the mangled bag of ball meat hanging there between his legs. But the recent concussion and the terrific agony blazing through his balls had sapped almost all of his strength, so Brock was virtually helpless to stop the lust-crazed woman who was standing on top of his precious gonads. 

“Hush now, I'm almost done.” Marie cooed in response. “Not much longer now. You should go just lie back and enjoy the ride.” Marie’s voice was soft, quiet, almost gentle, yet filled with excitement. She momentarily shifted her weight onto her toes, lifting her weight off of Brock’s balls and giving an instant of relief to his battered testicles. Both humongous orbs immediately swelled back up to their normal ovoid shapes, though the surge of returning blood flow felt like a donkey kick to his balls, making the handsome young teen cry out again in abject agony. His relief was very short lived, however, for Marie only paused for a couple of moments before rocking back on her heels once more, HARD, and slamming all of her weight down once more into Brock’s bruised baby makers. 

“GAAAAAAAHHH!!!!” Brock bellowed. His body jerked and bent forward, trying in vain to protect itself, but that didn't stop Marie from bouncing forcefully on her heels, over and over again, each time letting Brock’s screaming nuts momentarily bloat back to their healthy shape and size before squashing them down again. Brock’s whole world had been focused down to the inhuman pain in his battered balls. 

At that point it was clear that Brock was done. There was no longer any rush — Marie had actually managed to stomp the fight right out of him. She decided she might as well have some fun before she finished him off. 

Marie reached down with one delicate hand and started gently frigging the hard, bloated length of his colossal cock shaft. “Geezus!” Marie exclaimed. “Even after all of this, you’re still horny as fuck!” 

She continued to stroke the handsome teen’s massive member even as her weight ground down even harder on Brock’s pancaked nuts, the heart of his manmeat crushed down to a mere fraction of its normal girth. Brock moaned and grunted, though whether it was in pain or in pleasure, Marie couldn’t be sure. But when she felt his huge cock begin to throb and pulse with greater force and insistency, she knew that he was close. 

“Well it looks like you’re ready to blow, Brock. What do you say we drain these big balls of yours, shall we?” Marie smiled evilly as she once again door-knobbed Brock’s swollen glans and rocked her heels in lazy circles, rolling his hideously crushed and distorted nuts against the tile floor. “Better make it a good one, stud, because I’m pretty sure it’ll be your last.” 

Brock shook his head and pled desperately with Marie, tears streaking down his achingly handsome face. “No, please! Don’t! I need my balls! PLEASE!! Please don’t break my balls!” 

Marie ignored his pleas and centered herself over Brock’s doomed testicles, feeling them slowly give more and more under the inexorable crush of her weight.

“Please!” Brock continued to beg. “I’ve always wanted to be a dad some day! I won’t ever be able to have children if you do this! Please, have mercy on me!” 

Marie stomped her left foot down onto Brock’s heavy left nut with punishing force and watched it smush even flatter against the floor, eliciting a fresh scream of agony from the tortured teen’s throat. 

“Of COURSE you can still be a dad, idiot! It’s called adoption.” With that, she dug her feet back down in to his bloated scrotum, watching the tortured meat distort and balloon around her invading heels. It wouldn’t be long now, she knew. 

“No!!” Brock’s enormously muscular body flexed and convulsed as the gut-wrenching pain tore through him. “It’s not the same!” he coughed.

Marie huffed. “Fine, whatever! After I’m done squeezing this last load out of you, I’ll scoop some up into a cup for you. God knows there’s enough of the stuff splattered all over the kitchen already! You can freeze it for later, for when you find someone who’s okay with marrying a big, ball-less freak. Now stop interrupting and get ready to say goodbye to your sex life forever.” 

“No, no! Please!! You’re not actually going to DO it, are you? Please, no, God, PLEASE!!” Brock moaned in agony as the inner membranes of his left testicle finally began to give way and surrender the sweet nectar stored up inside. 

-SQUICK-

A moment later, Brock’s mighty dick erupted like a fountain, shooting jet after jet after enormous jet of the thickest, chunkiest, creamy-white semen Marie had ever seen, making his previous emissions look downright watery in comparison! Spurt after spurt was being forcefully driven out by Marie’s stomping and digging heels, the trajectory of each slug flying higher as Marie squashed the deflating gonads with terrible efficiency. Brock’s cock thundered on and on, pumping out an impossible amount of prime stud jizz. It dwarfed his first and second loads by wide margins, painting himself, Marie’s crotch and legs, and the floor around them with a thick, pasty sheen with his unbelievably copious stud sauce. 

Brock’s cock shot out more than two dozen lush geysers of sperm before the size of his cum wads began to rapidly decline, and even when the final pulse of spunk had been forced from his balls, his mighty truncheon of a cock continued to throb and quiver in orgasm, shooting blanks long after his mammoth nuts were empty. 

The purging of such a great volume of fluid from their interiors must have done something to the structural integrity of Brock’s valiant nuts, for Marie could feel the pressure of Brock’s freshly-emptied left testicle begin to shift under her weight, and she knew it was ready to pop. “Here it goes!!” 

“NO!! NOOOOO!!!!” Brock cried, before his voice was suddenly cut off my a sickening sound. 

CRACKLE-SQUICK-CRUNCH!!!!!

Brock’s mighty left testicle finally gave way under Marie’s crushing weight and cracked nearly in half. No sound escaped the young man’s lips and his eyes bugged out in a face awash in agony. His body once again convulsed into one spectacular flex, the poor lad not even breathing, as he felt his precious left ball split. 

The sound and feel of the young man’s bollock breaking beneath her heel was all the Marie needed to finally push her over the edge into her own orgasm. Her entire body shuddered and shook so violently that she almost lost her footing on top of Brock’s scrotum, and she accidentally shifted so that all of her weight was bearing down upon Brock’s profoundly and hideously flattened — but still unbroken — right ball. 

Marie’s explosive orgasm lasted for several very long minutes, during which time Brock’s sole remaining right nut was crushed perilously flat… but somehow, the stud’s almighty nard endured the crushing pressure without bursting. 

Once her earth-shattering orgasm was finally complete, Marie dropped to her knees on the cum-drenched floor, her limbs having turned to warm jelly by the power of her release. She turned to look at the handsome young hunk who she’d just half desexed, and discovered that he had passed out some time in the past couple of minutes, no doubt unable to endure the almost unimaginable agony of having one of his massive nuts burst wide open. 

The beautiful young brunette curled up next to Brock’s still form, caressing his sweat-soaked muscles in an almost loving fashion as she gazed down upon the ruin of his crotch. His mammoth right nut has swollen to ridiculous proportions by this point, and though still a solid and unfractured orb, Marie was certain she’d inflicted some serious damage on the titanic testicle. The left side of his bruise-mottled sac looked worse still, with the misshapen remains of his cracked left nut forming an irregular blob-like shape on that half of his ballbag. 

She reached forward one hand and began fondling Brock’s mangled sac. Sure enough, the right side of his bag still contained a single dense orb, puffier and mushier than it had been a mere hour before, but still largely hale and whole. The other side of his sac was an altogether different matter, for Marie could feel with her bare hands that the mighty teste had been split almost completely in two. She spent several minutes poking and prodding the half-destroyed orb, reveling in the feeling of having cracked half of Brock’s manhood. 

For a few moments, Marie considered letting Brock’s nuts be. Perhaps with a skilled surgeon, his huge left nut could be repaired. But the more she held his half-shattered manhood in the palm of her hand, the more she wanted to claim the fractured gonad for herself. Maybe she’d leave him with his right ball — he’d still be more of a man than any other guy she’d ever met, and he’d still be able to fulfill his dream of being a father some day. Or maybe she’d just take both of his nuts, and leave him a sexless eunuch. What difference did it make now? In for a penny, in for a pound…

After some internal debate, she decided that Brock’s cracked left egg needed to go, and she was going to get to be the one to scramble it, permanently. 

“Guess you’re not going to be an underwear model after all, stud!” Marie cruelly teased an unconscious Brock as she prepared to end his manhood and sex life forever. 

Marie took Brock’s massive scrotum into both of her slender hands, and squeezed the remnants of his left nut against the bottom of his sac, where it bulged out bright red and shiny through the thin, soft skin of his ballbag. Then, isolating the two broken halves between her fingers, she pushed down as hard as she could. She thought for sure she’d be able to make short work of his fractured nut, for with its structural integrity compromised, the delicate meat of the interior should rupture easily. But to her great surprise, it was looking like it would take a great deal more force to finish the rest of his nut off. The left side of Brock’s scrotum ballooned obscenely as Marie pressed down harder and harder, grinding the broken ball into the unyielding tile floor, feeling the surprisingly dense and resilient ball meat distorting more and more beneath her crushing hands. Marie knew it would only be a matter of moments before the two cracked halves of Brock’s left nut burst apart, and she wasn’t going to stop until every last piece was broken down. 

“What the… MARIE!! What are you DOING!?!” Stef shrieked as she entered the kitchen and took in the grim scene.

“I did it!” Marie beamed as she continued to violently squash Brock’s fractured left nut against the uncaring floor. “I cracked one of his huge balls beneath my feet! And now I’m gonna finish it off with my bare hands!” 

“Oh my God!” Stef gasped. “Stop it! STOP!! Stop hurting him!!” Stef rushed forward and all but tackled Marie, knocking her aside and freeing Brock’s mangled scrotum from her claw-like grasp. The pair struggled against one another, rolling around on the tile floor, and getting coated in thick slugs of Brock’s slowly cooling sperm in the process. It was a very even match, with Stef’s greater height and natural strength balanced out by Marie’s tendency toward dirty fighting. But in the end, Stef clocked Marie across the jaw, stunning her long enough to tie her up and call the police. 

With the authorities on their way, a scratched and bruised Stef knelt down next to Brock’s big, muscular, unconscious form and began to cry. She cradled his head against her spunk-drenched bosom and gently rocked back and forth, overcome with emotion that an idyllic afternoon of sunbathing by the pool had turned into a scene out of some horror movie. 

That’s how the police and paramedics found them minutes later — Marie bound on the floor, writhing and cursing at her one time best friend, and Stef sobbing as she gently rocked the unconscious teen titan on the floor. 

********

The days and weeks that followed were something of a national news sensation. All three parties involved were so attractive and from such wholesome backgrounds that no one could believe at first what had happened. None of the trio’s lives would ever be the same again, as they would forever be hounded by the media. 

Brock was immediately rushed to the hospital, where he stayed for a week while the doctors tended to his genital injuries. He huge right nut was indeed determined to still be miraculously intact, and was allowed to heal on its own. His left nut, however, had indeed been cracked nearly completely in half, and the cruel squeezing and crushing that had followed had done even greater damage to the massive orb. But as luck would have it, a skilled surgeon happened to be on duty as Brock was wheeled into the emergency room, and he decided to perform surgery to see if the gigantic gonad could be saved. 

The surgery lasted for more than six hours, but by the end of it, the surgeon was fairly confident that some portion of Brock’s ball would survive. Though the damage was indeed horrific, the surgeon discovered that while the outer wall of Brock’s huge nut had indeed cracked and broken under the inhuman tortures that had been inflicted upon it, the vast bulk of the delicate meat and tissues inside the nut was remarkably still mostly intact. The majority of the surgery was simply to suture the ball wall closed again around its beefy, bulky contents, and then hope for the best. 

After Brock was fully healed, the doctors performed tests to determine how much lasting damage the muscular young teen had suffered. The results were nothing short of jaw dropping. Not only were both of Brock’s balls still fully functional, but his virility was absolutely off the charts. If any dent had been made in the power of Brock’s manhood, then there wasn’t any evidence of it in the tests. He was just as virile and powerful as ever, and other than an almost imperceptible incision scar over the left side of his scrotum, he had no physical signs that anything had ever happened to him. 

The emotional scars, however, would last much, much longer. 

Both Stef and Marie were arrested at the scene and sent to jail. In the trial that followed, Stef was largely acquitted of nearly all of the charges, and was released with time served. She couldn’t face going back to her old university, however, and completed her degree online from home and tried to avoid the public eye thereafter. 

Marie, however, was tried and found guilty of extreme aggravated assault. Due to the cruel nature of her crime, Marie was given the maximum sentence and sent off to state prison. 

A few months later, the story was back in the news, for it had taken an astonishing and unexpected turn. Despite the fact that Brock had not had penetrative intercourse with either young woman — both had had their bikini bottoms on the entire time, and besides, Brock’s massive meat hammer was almost certainly too big to fit inside either of the college coeds — both women missed their periods and were later determined to be pregnant. Since neither girl had had sex in the weeks leading up to the incident, and certainly not in the time that followed, it was determined that Brock was unquestionably the father. But how? What doctors later determined was that the combination of Brock squirting his load onto Marie’s bikini bottom, and the fact that the two girls later fought on the cum soaked floor, exposed both young women to Brock’s sperm. Somehow, the chunky fluids had soaked through the fabric of their swimsuits and worked its way inside of them, finding and fertilizing the eggs that happened to already be waiting in their wombs! Talk about a VIRILE young man!! 

Just over nine months later, Stef gave birth to healthy fraternal twin boys, both with their mother’s pale blond hair. Two weeks later, Marie gave birth in prison to an auburn-haired son of her own. Marie’s son was placed in the custody of her parents, and she was allowed only very limited contact with him in the years that followed. 

The notoriety that followed the attack and subsequent trial forced Brock’s parents to pull him from the local high school, where it would have been impossible to protect him from the media’s glare. He finished his high school diploma while enrolled him in a private, all boys boarding school, and then was enrolled in a strict military academy instead of the local university, his parents hoping that Brock could escape continued scrutiny there. 

Unfortunately for Brock, the amazing story of the assault and his recovery preceded his arrival at the military academy. And as if life wasn’t going to be tough enough already for young Brock, having the nation later learn that he was such an incredible bull stud that he’d actually gotten not one, but TWO girls pregnant without even having to fuck them made his life even more of a living hell. The other young men at the academy were obsessed with the story, and teased and bullied Brock mercilessly after his arrival there. In truth, they were deeply jealous of the handsome and muscular young man and his famously massive sexual endowment, and Brock was able to make very few friends among his fellow cadets. And for reasons of their own, the cold and cruel officers did very little to protect Brock, brushing the repeated verbal and physical assaults and attacks on the shy young teen under the carpet. 

Late in his first year at the military academy, the other cadets had decided that they’d had enough of the devastatingly handsome lad with the bodybuilder physique and the bovine genitalia, and they resolved to do something about it. Thus it was that the brutal hazing and rough treatment eventually culminated in a group attack on Brock that made his previous assault pale in comparison… but that’s a tale for another time…