Thanks for your patience, everyone! I am FINALLY dropping a new post here, a rewrite of yet another brilliant Sack Stomper story. I hope you all enjoy it!
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Locker Room Massacre
Based on an original story by Sack Stomper
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Matt Parker carried the football so effortlessly past the State University defensive line, it almost looked staged. The young college Freshman was poetry in motion, moving with a lithe dancer’s grace as he sprinted down the field, and the big men on the University team appeared slow and bumbling in comparison, seemingly incapable of stopping the smaller, faster running back as he charged his way to yet another touchdown. The crowd went wild as Parker crossed the goal line, marking his astonishing tenth touchdown of the game!
The State University Grizzly Bears were preparing to take possession of the ball when a referee came out waving a flag. The scoreboard was quickly reset to zero before any more pictures could be taken of the utter massacre that was the score. To the Grizzly Bear players’ dismay, the game, which was still only in the beginning of the third quarter, was being called as a mercy. The resounding defeat was epic and utterly humiliating, especially since the nationally ranked State University team had just been beaten by the upstart and unranked Oak Grove Junior College football team.
Up until today, the Grizzly Bear season had been going strong, with lots of talk about the team making it to the regional championships this year, but tonight's game had completely shattered those hopes. Fumbles, sacks, interceptions, players literally falling over themselves, and all the while the cocky little Matt Parker of the Oak Grove Ravens, running back and star of the visiting team, kept scoring touchdown after touchdown, wasting no opportunity to make the Grizzly Bears look incompetent. The 19-year-old’s outstanding athletic achievements on the field were so spectacular that he had even some of the home team fans cheering on the Ravens. It didn’t hurt that Matt Parker was also blessed with devastatingly handsome, all-American good looks and a charming, disarming, ‘aw shucks’ personality. His stunning blue eyes, heart melting smile, expertly chiseled features, and thick head of wavy brown hair had nearly all of the young women from the State University swooning over him, which only made the men all the more jealous of him. And his clearly strong rapport with his teammates, self-deprecating humility and ease in interviews, and high scholastic achievements were starting to create a media buzz of their own.
It therefore wasn’t surprising that the State University Grizzly Bears placed the blame for their ridiculously poor performance squarely on the muscular shoulders of Matthew Parker.
The attitude in the Grizzly Bear locker room that evening after the game was palpably sour.
“What a bunch of assholes!” snorted Grizzly Bear linebacker Brad Stephens, a tall, handsome, and enormously muscular Senior with dark blonde hair.
“Especially that Parker!” defensive end and fellow Senior Austin Moore hissed. “Arrogant prick! I swear I’d snap that little fucker in half if I ever met him face to face!” Austin, one of the biggest guys on the team, had strong, muscular legs holding up his large athletic frame. The dark-haired lad had cold gray eyes and a rugged, calculating face that made him look older than he was.
The disdain for the Ravens increased among the defeated Grizzly Bears, reinforced in a toxic feedback loop until it had boiled over to downright hatred. It didn’t help that they’d gone into the game already hearing about the Ravens’ Cinderella season, which was almost entirely due to the extraordinarily talented and charismatic Parker. A couple of Grizzly Bear players did attempt to argue that their own sloppy performance was also partly to blame for their sound defeat, but appealing to hatred was a more visceral, and therefore more effective, argument.
After a while, all but four of the boys had left the locker room, the stadium lights having long since dimmed and the crowds of fans having gone home. Brad, Austin, Cody Flynn, and Diego Garcia had stayed behind, continuing to fume. For his part Diego, a tightly built Sophomore and tight end for the University Grizzly Bears, was a hostage to the other three. He had driven with them to the game and now couldn’t leave without them. Diego had stunningly handsome features himself, including large brown eyes framed with thick dark lashes, a chiseled jawline, a full and pouting lower lip, and thick black hair. But since he was shorter than and not nearly as massively built as the three defensive linemen, the sexy Latino was forced to quietly sit by while the other three men worked themselves up into a lather of hatred.
“Come on guys, let’s just go home,” Diego implored, having become alarmed by the level of spite and vitriol dripping off his teammates’ words. Listening to them talk, Diego was horrified to hear them discussing ways of literally torturing and mauling Matthew Parker, their words having long ago crossed the line from angry post-game rhetoric to borderline legitimate threats.
“Yeah, let’s go,” an angry Brad finally conceded.
Diego was feeling relieved as the four young men finally made their way outside into the cool autumn evening air, but they all stopped nearly as one when Brad came to an abrupt halt several yards from his car. The parking lot lights were still on, and in the distance the guys could clearly see the one other car in the lot.
“Wait! Isn’t that the beat up old Datsun pickup truck that Matt Parker drives?!” an incredulous Brad Stephens said, almost laughing at the sight. “That means that the little prick’s still here…”
“And no one else is,” Cody Flynn finished for him, he deep baritone voice growling out of his massive chest. The six-foot-four, enormously built red head was the only guy on the team more thickly built and massive than Brad, and the menacing tone in his deep voice made Diego’s heart begin to race with trepidation.
“Well let’s pay the pretty boy a visit,” Austin suggested with a wicked smile on his face. The three big men started making a beeline for the visiting team’s locker room, with a worried Diego lagging right behind them. The handsome dark-haired lad followed out of a sense of obligation, but he was visibly uncomfortable with the mob mentality that was taking hold.
“Come on guys!” he said. “Is this really a good idea? How about we just drive home.” But his pleading words fell on deaf ears.
Diego was just a pace or two behind his teammates as they entered the brightly lit locker room. The cavernous space, with its high ceilings and rows of tall metal lockers, looked deserted, and the sounds of their voices and footfalls echoed across the room. But as they turned a corner to come down the central aisle, the young man could see Matt sitting on a bench halfway down the long aisle, looking up in alarm and confusion at the sight of the big, angry men coming his way.
Matt Parker quickly stood up to face the three oncoming men, revealing that he was only wearing a large white towel around his narrow and exquisitely chiseled waist. Diego stifled an involuntary gasp as he gazed upon Matt’s nearly naked body for the very first time, as the heartstoppingly handsome Freshman had perhaps the most gorgeously built body that the tight end had ever seen, even in photos! Parker was the same height as Diego, making him an inch or two shy of six feet tall, and while he wasn’t built nearly as huge as the three angry brutes advancing toward him, he had a chiseled and refined musculature that was pure male perfection, and lean in that way that only a young man can be lean. He also had the kind of physique that looked to be in the very first flower of manhood, currently very tight and compact, but promising the sort of size that in a few years could match or possibly even eclipse the brawny behemoths that were now storming his way.
That is, if Matt Parker survived the night.
“What the hell…?” Parker said, fear starting to show across his square-jawed, model-perfect features as he took a defensive stance and braced for his imminent encounter with some very sore losers. He could see the burning hatred in their eyes, and he knew that these three guys weren’t paying him a friendly visit.
“Parker…” Austin hissed as he kicked his densely muscled right leg forward in a sneak attack, propelling his large, sneaker-clad foot directly into Matt’s crotch as if he were kicking a field goal. The thin fabric of the white towel did nothing to cushion the blow as Austin’s big foot collided with Parker’s defenseless groin.
Parker wasn’t a small man by anyone’s standards, his tight and beefy form weighing an impressive 200 pounds or so of dense, beefy, shredded muscle, but Austin’s kick was so powerful that it literally lifted the young running back several inches off the ground. Matt let out a guttural scream as he crumpled to the floor, both hands grasping his damaged groin and writhing around in a fetal position.
“Austin! Dude! What the fuck!” Diego gasped in horror at the sight. Without hesitation, he rushed to help Parker, kneeling down next to the fallen man. The flimsy towel had fallen away during the brief scuffle, revealing Parker’s lean, muscular hips and astonishingly striated ass muscles, which kept bunching and flexing as the young man moaned and rocked in pain. Diego couldn’t believe how good the young man smelled, fresh and clean with just a hint of delicious man musk, and he felt his cock stir has be reached to comfort a writhing Parker.
Diego gently pried Matthew’s hands away from his crotch to inspect him for damage, and that’s when he saw it — the most enormous and most beautifully formed set of genitals he’d ever seen! Parker’s limp cock flopped heavily to the concrete floor with a loud and meaty slap, a huge log of boy beef that was thicker and longer in its soft state than almost any boner Diego had ever seen! The pale and delicately veined shaft was a good seven or eight inches long, and was topped by a big, bulbous, foreskin-covered glans the size of a small apple.
Dangling beneath that perfect phallus was a pair testicles so huge and so fantastically heavy that Diego couldn’t at first believe his eyes. Parker had an unusually loose and voluminous ball bag, which allowed his big, fat nuts to tumble ponderously onto the floor next to his cock. Diego could only stare in open-mouthed wonder at the staggering size of Parker’s bollocks, for each thick, oblong orb was bigger than the biggest lemon that the young man had ever seen. They also looked to be tremendously heavy, dragging his floppy and slightly reddened scrotum down a good three or four inches from his lean and muscular crotch. There wasn’t a single hair on Parker’s entire pale pink ball bag — whether his nutsac was naturally hairless or he kept himself meticulously trimmed, Diego couldn’t say — and the gaping-mounted Latino could see every curve and vein of the two manly orbs nestled within the thin-skinned sac.
“Get outta the way, Diego! We ain’t nearly done with him yet,” Cody growled, roughly pushing the much slimmer Diego aside to get better access to the fallen football star.
All three assailants immediately stopped in their tracks as they also drank in the sight of Parker’s beyond-prodigious endowment. Several seconds of near silence went by as the three stunned young men tried to make sense of what their eyes were showing them.
Austin seemed to snap out of his spell first. “What… the actual… FUCK!?!” the dark-haired man shouted. “The kid is hung like a fucking MOOSE!! How the hell does he run down the field so fast with so much meat flopping between his legs?!”
Cody let out a low whistle and said, “Damn, dude! Looks like Parker here is hung even bigger than you, Brad!”
The big, blond linebacker bristled at those words and snarled angrily in response, growling, “Like HELL he is!! Cody, haul this little fucker to his knees so that we can rectify that situation!”
The huge red head grinned maliciously as he reached out with one massive, meaty paw, grabbed a fist full of Parker’s thick and wavy brown hair, and effortlessly dragged the groaning and weakly struggling smaller man to his knees, his shapely and muscular thighs spread open wide.
Parker was still dazed, but his blue eyes flew open wide as he quickly realized what was about to happen. “Please! NO!!” Matthew cried, his voice cracking as he looked up with pleading eyes at the cold, hard stares of the three huge men arranged in front of him. But the beautiful young man’s desperate eyes saw no mercy in the glares looking back at him.
Austin, Brad, and Cody all began to kick the helpless football player in the balls in rapid succession. They didn’t have to worry about their aim, as Parker’s dangling bollocks were simply too huge to miss, so they instead focused on putting as much force and strength into each kick as possible. Young Matt was soon screaming and bellowing in agony, clawing desperately at the huge hand gripping his hair, but the handsome athlete was too weakened by the pain surging through his battered nuts to stand a chance against the much bigger and stronger man holding him in place.
Diego could only watch in helpless horror as the three huge thugs began to massacre Parker’s humongous balls, holding nothing back as their sneaker-clad feet pummeled into the two dense, meaty orbs over and over and over again. Parker’s huge, floppy cock waggled and swung around wildly with each kick to his balls, repeatedly slapping against each of his muscle-corded thighs like some sort of thrashing, wounded python. But while his huge dick escaped all but a few glancing blows from the big kicking feet, Matt’s oversized bollocks were absorbing every blow and quickly turning a dark and angry red from all of the abuse, and were beginning to visibly swell as well.
Brad seemed particularly maniacal in his beyond brutal assault of Parker’s manhood, a rictus of a snarling grin turning his ordinarily handsome face into a frightening, diabolical mask. The enormous blond linebacker launched a particularly powerful kick into Parker’s goolies, crushing them into his groin so hard that the shorter man was once more lifted bodily off the ground. Matt’s beautiful mouth formed an almost comical ‘O’ of surprise and agony, but no sound came out. Cody released his death grip on Parker’s hair, letting the hunky lad curl forward, clutching his now beet red balls in both hands and with tears streaming down his handsome cheeks.
Diego was still sprawled on the ground where Cody had shoved him earlier, a hand over his agape mouth, stunned and paralyzed by the sheer brutality of the beating his was witnessing. But when Cody reached for Parker again, presumably to lift him back into a kneeling position, the terrified Latino lad reached out and roughly grabbed the red head’s colossally muscular arm, his light brown hand looking tiny compared to the enormous corded muscles of Cody’s pale, freckled forearm.
“DUDE!! Leave him alone! Can’t you see that he’s had enough?! You’ve scared him half to death, and guaranteed that he’ll be walking funny for at least a WEEK! Don’t you think you’ve done enough?!” Diego looked down at the whimpering and softly crying Parker, who had once more toppled heavily to his side and curled his lean, muscular, and exquisitely chiseled body into a tight fetal position. They had clearly kicked all of the fight out of the devastatingly handsome lad.
“NO!!” Brad roared, pushing between Diego and Cody and proceeding to kick the defenseless, curled up running back square in the deeply corrugated 8-pack of his washboard abs, knocking the wind out of the handsome lad. Austin and Cody quickly joined him, hooting and laughing as they started kicking every inch of the smaller man’s naked body. Parker was forced to bring his arms up to protect his face and head, as the three sets of sneakered feet were kicking him indiscriminately, landing in the powerful wall of his chest and the center of his cobblestone belly, pummeling his narrow and rippling flanks and the small of his back, striking his bulging rounded shoulders and the back of his head, and clobbering his dense and well-muscled thighs and his tight and meaty ass. Bruises and welts were erupting all over Parker’s beautiful, muscular, and magnificently toned body, with the poor lad completely vulnerable and at their mercy.
Worse still were the kicks that landed into Parker’s already thoroughly busted nuts. No matter how Parker writhed, a powerfully kicking foot was always able to find his already dangerously swollen nutsac, denting and grotesquely warping the lad’s bruised and battered ball flesh from every possible direction.
Diego, taken aback by the brutal savagery of the display before, started crying despite himself, and once more implored his teammates to stop.
“STOP!! For God’s sake! You’re KILLING him!!”
“We know!” Brad barked in an animalistic rage, his big right foot retracting and firing so quickly that it seemed like he was going to lose his balance and fall over. Brad’s feverish gaze then spotted Parker’s huge, flaccid schlong lying like a meaty firehose on the pale gray concrete, and a fresh gleam of evil glee flared in his pale blue eyes. He raised his heavy, enormously muscular leg over the limp log of man meat, hovering his big sneaker lengthwise over the gorgeous cock, and then stomped his foot straight down with crushing force. Diego sobbed as he saw the soft, spongy tissues of Parker’s beautiful cock violently smooshed more than halfway flat under the rough tread of Brad’s big shoe, and could only gasp and cry in horror as he watched Brad piston his powerful leg down onto Matt’s meaty dick again and again and again, stomping down so quickly that the traumatized tissues of Parker’s beautiful cock barely had time to plump back up to their regular tubular shape before being viciously and violently flattened yet again.
After at least a dozen boot stomps, a laughing Brad stepped back for a moment, his huge chest heaving with exertion, and looked down as the damage he had wrought. Parker’s partially flattened cock slowly rebounded to its regular size, and then started to grow larger still, puffing up from all of the damage it had just sustained. Imprints from the treads of his sneaker were indented into the spongy flesh, and fresh red and purple bruises were starting to erupt all over the entire length of the big and beefy shaft. Brad hadn’t yet destroyed Parker’s cock, but he’d clearly dealt it some significant and perhaps even permanent damage!
Cody motioned for the other two to stop kicking long enough for him to grab the nearly comatose Parker’s shapely, muscular legs and lift them up, making an inviting ‘V’, at the bottom of which was Parker’s now hideously bruised, purple, and swollen scrotum. All of the previous abuse had loosened up Matt’s nutsac, making his already low-hanging bollocks sag down even more in their ballbag, so that they now rested heavily on the cold concrete floor.
And making them the perfect targets.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Cody was a behemoth of muscle, weighing well north of 300 pounds of solid beef, and he began to use all of that weight and the tremendous strength in his thickly-thewed legs to rain destruction down onto Parker’s already wounded bollocks. But unlike the spongy tissues of the young man’s flaccid cock, Parker’s big, beefy balls were made of much sturdier stuff, still dense and solid even after all of the abuse they had already suffered, and they only flattened partway beneath Cody’s size 16 sneaker. It was amazing that any man’s nuts could survive even ONE full-force stomp from the goliath red headed goliath, let alone multiple stomps to an already heavily injured set of boy balls, but Matthew was quickly proving that he had some freakishly tough bollocks swinging between his beautiful legs.
But even Parker’s unusually tough and durable bollocks couldn’t hope to endure this extreme level of abuse for long!
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Even as a sobbing Diego watched, Matthew’s purple and swollen balls were starting to get crushed flatter and flatter with each new stomp, still quickly bouncing back to their former globular shapes, but taking a little longer each time to rebound.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Cody was laying waste to Parker’s glorious manhood, slaughtering his humongous testicles, and murdering his countless unborn children, right before Diego’s very eyes, and there was nothing that the mourning Latino could do to stop him.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Parker’s huge balls were now getting crushed more than halfway flat with each new stomp, and turning even darker and angrier shades of purple and red. They had also swollen to nearly double their normally mammoth size, surpassing the size of grapefruits and filling out the bottom of his bag with so much bloated man meat that his nutsac looked like it might split open at any moment. But even though humongous orbs hadn’t yet broken, it was clear that Cody’s large foot was steadily crushing the college Freshman’s hopes of ever having children. The young man was barely even conscious anymore, his beautiful body weakly thrashing and lurching with each virility-pulverizing stomp, soft groans and moans escaping his gently parted lips as his half-lidded blue eyes gazed upwards toward the ceiling high overhead.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
“OH YEAH!!” Brad cheered from the sidelines. “Crush him! WRECK him!! SHATTER his freak balls into a million pieces!! We’ll show this arrogant little fuck what happens to people who mess with the Grizzlies!”
Parker’s battered bollocks continued to soften with each blow, smooshing flatter and flatter with each stomp, crushing down to a mere quarter of their usual girth, and taking far too long to puff back up between blows. It was clear that it wasn’t going to take too much more abuse before…
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! CRUUUNCH!!!
They all heard a revolting, hard crunch after Cody landed a particularly devastating stomp into Parker’s massive testicles. The big red head swore he could feel something cracking on one side of Parker’s hideously battered nutsac, and he exclaimed, “Oh fuck yeah!! I think I popped one!!”
The huge linebacker released the young man’s muscular legs, letting them fall bonelessly to the floor, and lifted his big foot off of the pancaked set of bollocks. Parker’s left testicle slowly but steadily plumped back to its oblong spherical shape, but his right nut fluffed back to only about two thirds the thickness of its twin, appearing to be partially and permanently flattened by all of the violent abuse it had just sustained.
Austin immediately knelt down and grasped both of Parker’s swollen bollocks into his hands, each titanically bloated nut filling one of the man’s big hands to overflowing, and started roughly squeezing and mauling them. Matthew’s left testicle proved to still be a hale and hearty orb, greatly softened and weakened by the insane amount of punishment it had received, but remarkably still intact. But Austin’s prodding thumb and fingers quickly discovered that Parker’s right bollock had suffered a partial rupture, the tough and fibrous outer shell cracking and greatly reducing the structural integrity of the mammoth sex organ. It wasn’t broken, not by a long shot, and probably not even mortally wounded. But if the beating continued, then it was clear that it wouldn’t take much to reduce the right half of Parker’s sac to a mushy pulp. Austin continued to roll the soft and spongy testicular tissues beneath his fingers, feeling like he was kneading clay, and was tempted to squeeze even harder to see if he could make that damaged bollock burst in his hand.
“So did I do it?” Cody asked, an unhealthy eagerness written across his broad and manly features. “Please tell me that that right sucker is history!”
“You cracked it, that’s for sure!” Austin responded. “But no, there’s still some life left in this gargantuan gonad. It won’t take much to snuff it out for good, though. Brad, you wanna do the honors?”
“Fuck yeah!!” Brad exclaimed, gently pushing Austin out of the way to stand in the wide-splayed ‘V’ of Parker’s muscular legs, looking hungrily down at the severely battered — but not yet destroyed — genitals of his nemesis, Matthew Parker.
“Guys, PLEASE!” Diego cried, tears streaming down his face stunningly handsome face. “Please leave him alone!”
Diego had never admitted it to anyone else, but his genuine concern for Parker was rooted not only in the empathetic desire to protect another innocent human being from harm, but also in the deep and secret infatuation the young Latino had harbored for the breathtakingly handsome running back since almost the beginning of the school year.
The quiet and soft-spoken Diego had been admiring Parker from afar ever since the football season had begun, instantly smitten by his boyish and all-American good looks, the delicious way he filled out his football uniform, and his virtually unprecedented skill and talent on the field, especially for a guy so very young. From the few interviews he’d seen with Parker on the local news, Diego could also tell that Parker was a genuinely nice guy, and not the arrogant, cocky asshole that his teammates were making him out to be. Diego secretly wanted nothing more than to worship his secret crush, and instead seeing the object of his unrequited love being so viciously destroyed for nothing more than being really, REALLY good at playing football was literally making Diego sick.
Diego could feel a confusing mix of rage, lust, sympathy, and visceral disgust at his teammates boiling inside of him.
“What the HELL?!?” Brad shouted, looking at Diego in total surprise.
Without thinking, Diego had grabbed Brad by the arm and flung the bigger man to the ground. In the resultant confusion, Diego tackled Austin, landing on top of him in a heap and slamming his fist into the big mounding bulge in the front of Austin’s jeans.
“Ooof!” Austin exclaimed, shocked by the surprise attack and temporarily stunned by the tremendous pain exploding in his crotch.
“What’s the matter, big guy?” a furious Diego mocked the fallen Austin. “You can dish it out but you can’t take it, is that it?”
WHAM! PUNCH! SLUG! WHUMP!
Diego was only able to land a few more upper cuts into Austin’s wounded balls before he was torn off the bigger man’s prone body by a visibly enraged Cody. The red-headed titan was breathing heavily and his broad face was nearly beet red, flushed with anger. Diego weighed even less than Parker, so Cody was able to easily lift him with one hand clasped around the back of his neck, and toss the darker-skinned lad against a bank of lockers like he was throwing a rag doll.
Diego’s muscular back slammed against the lockers hard, but he was accustomed to taking powerful hits on the football field, so he was unharmed and only slightly dazed. He was therefore able to act almost instantly as an opening presented itself.
Brad had quickly recovered from Diego’s earlier shove, and now stood before the Latino’s slumped form. The big blond’s fists were on his hips and his powerful legs spread wide as he shouted down at his traitorous teammate. “What the fuck is your problem, Diego! OOOH!!”
Diego’s bony, hard-knuckled fists plowed directly into Brad’s big, mounding crotch three times in rapid succession. The hunky Latino had secretly ogled Brad in the showers countless times, and knew that there was no way he could have possibly missed the muscle beast’s tightly bunched donkey balls.
A look of masculine agony washed across Brad’s handsome face as he crumpled to the ground, both huge hands clutching at his wounded boys. Austin was still lying on his back, moaning and rubbing his own battered balls. That left a furiously angry Cody, who was lumbering toward the crouching Latino with surprising and deadly speed.
With an agility that surprised even Diego, the handsome dark-haired hunk leapt just as Cody launched a powerful kick aimed at the smaller man’s head. Diego’s lightning reflexes propelled him safety out of the way, but Cody was like a runaway freight train, carrying so much momentum that he couldn’t stop.
“Oh SHIT!” Cody cried out, realizing too late what was about to happen.
CRUUUUNCH!!!
The enormous football player’s sneakered foot slammed into Austin’s exposed crotch with a sickening, loud crunch. Austin let out a single, guttural, high pitched squeal and instantly passed out.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!!” Cody roared, turning on one foot to face Diego.
“OOMPH!!”
Diego may have been one of the smallest players on his team, but he knew how to use his body well. The handsome Latino had lunged at the much larger Cody as he was pivoting on one foot, and the collision not only knocked him off balance, the excessive force was too much for Cody’s awkwardly-turning ankle. The big man bellowed in pain as his ankle was badly sprained, sending the lumbering athlete to the ground.
“Dude, you are so fucking dead!” Brad snarled through clenched teeth, menacingly approaching Diego while still clutching his recently punched nuts.
Brad flexed his enormously muscular arm and took a massive swing at Diego, but his fighting skills in one-on-one combat were clearly inferior to his gridiron skills. The swing missed the clearly more battle-trained Diego, who dodged the swing and then caught the fist mid-flight, using the larger man’s own momentum to turn him around and twist his muscle-girded arm behind his back. Brad cried out in pain and surprise as Diego pulled the far bigger man into himself, further twisting his arm behind his back. Diego’s crotch rubbed against Brad’s big, meaty ass — something that the hunky young Latino had fantasized about hundreds of times before, but in very different circumstances. The smaller man kept using Brad’s arm as a lever, and Brad screamed as he felt something start to give in the huge muscle man’s brawny arm.
POP!!
The sound of Brad’s huge, muscular shoulder popping out of its socket was categorically gross, and a surprised Diego quickly let go of the limp arm and backed away in horror. Big Brad dropped to his knees, screaming and crying as he grasped his dislocated shoulder with his uninjured hand, all of his focus now shifted away from Diego and Parker and back on himself.
Diego scrambled over to the still prone and barely conscious Parker, desperately trying to get the handsome young athlete to his feet.
“Come on, buddy! You’re safe now! Let’s get you out of here,” Diego’s voice was encouraging yet urgent, for he knew that he had to get them both out of the locker room as quickly as possible. Parker moaned softly, starting to stir but clearly still unable to walk. Diego scooped his arms beneath Parker’s naked shoulders, and began to half carry / half drag the muscular young football player toward the door.
“Not so fast!”
Cody had managed to crawl alongside Diego and Parker, and the huge man grabbed at Diego’s leg as they passed, causing both young men to tumble to the floor. Parker fell like a sack of potatoes, but Diego broke his fall with his own body, keeping the young man’s head from slamming against the floor. Unfortunately, that also meant that Diego was temporarily caught beneath Parker’s greater body weight, and was trapped.
The snarling red head’s mouth broke into a predatory grin as he quickly pulled himself towards a prone and terrified Diego, murderous intent clear in his dark green eyes. Cody weighed nearly twice as much as the struggling Latino, and Diego knew that if the muscle titan reached him, then both he and Parker were as good as dead.
Cody lurched unsteadily to his one good foot and closed the final distance, reaching down with both hands to throttle a panicking Diego. But the handsome Latino made a desperate play and kicked out one foot with all of his might, aiming for the big man’s right knee. His heel slammed with deadly precision into the bigger man’s kneecap, instantly dislocating the knee joint in the man’s only good leg, and sending the huge stack of muscles screaming to the floor.
Diego sprang up quickly, knowing that he had to finish the scarlet-haired jock off for good. An enraged Diego straddled the enormous linebacker’s fallen form and his raised his foot over Cody’s bulging crotch. Tears were streaming from the big man’s green eyes as his gaze locked with Diego’s and he began to desperately plead for mercy. But Diego knew that neither he nor Parker would have ever received mercy from the big red-headed bully, and so he began to slam his foot down as hard as he could.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Cody’s huge, meaty hands instinctively went to his crotch in an effort to protect his vulnerable manhood, but Diego kept right on stomping anyway, crushing the big man’s hands and breaking finger bones as he continued his assault. Diego had played soccer for years before taking up football, and his legs were tremendously strong as a result, and he used all of that muscular strength now as he laid waste to Cody’s crotch.
STOMP!! STOMP!! CRUUUNCH!!
Cody let out a blood curdling bellow of agony as he felt his big left testicle rupture beneath Diego’s plunging heel. The big man then passed out, the searing, mind-bending pain of losing one of his precious nuts simply too much for the big lug to handle. But an enraged Diego barely even paused before resuming his assault again.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
“Diego! Stop! PLEASE!!” Brad begged as he watched in horror from across the aisle. He was slumped to the ground and still cradling his useless arm with his good hand, and he was more than a little afraid of his smaller teammate. The normally shy, quiet, and timid Diego had been replaced by a raging beast filled with primal anger, and a driving need to permanently end a perceived threat. The handsome blond couldn’t even be sure if the enraged Latino even heard his words, for they made no difference to his actions.
Diego’s breath came in huge gasps and sweat was dripping from his brow as he continued pummeling his target, taking out all of his pent up rage and anger on Cody’s last remaining ball. The big, meaty orb held its shape for several more brutal stomps, but Diego could feel the delicate membranes starting to cave in and crack. He knew it wouldn’t be long now.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! SPLISH!!!
Big Cody’s final nut exploded in its sack with a terrible and very wet sloshing sound. The man’s titanically muscular form barely even twitched as the second half of his mighty manhood was destroyed forever.
The enraged Latino pivoted on one foot and made his way to the still passed out Austin. Brad recoiled from the rage-filled Diego, and the same look of fear that had been on Diego’s face earlier was now on Brad’s.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
The defenseless Austin’s ample crotch was quickly flattened, a wet SPLOSH marking the end of one nut, and an equally wet CRUNCH marking the end of the other. For good measure, the still enraged Diego continued to stomp until there was no evidence of a lump in Austin’s pants, reducing the young stud’s once-vibrant manhood to a meat sauce sloshing around inside of his shattered nutbag.
Fury still blazing in his lustrous brown eyes, Diego turned to face Brad and simply said, “Your turn.”
Brad screamed and started to scoot away, forgetting for a moment that his right arm was injured. He attempted to pick himself up, but the weight on his arm was too much, he let out a cry and fell back to the ground. Brad looked up at Diego with his pale blue eyes wide with terror, watching helplessly as Diego lifted his foot to start stomping. The two huge donkey balls made an obvious and tempting bulge in Brad’s pants, but just before he sent his foot plunging down, Diego heard a whimpering moan sound from behind him. He turned his head to look at Parker, who was starting to come around, and his rage faded almost instantly, replaced by an urgent concern for the fallen running back.
Without saying a word or sparing another thought on Brad, Diego made his way over to Parker, who was now struggling to sit up and moaning like a wounded animal. Diego wrapped one arm around the bruised and battered stud, helping him to sit up and cradling his naked form.
The heartbreakingly handsome young man turned his gaze to Diego and, with tears still hovering in his beautiful blue eyes, said in a soft, pained voice, “Tha— thank you!” He swallowed hard and tried again, his voice a little stronger this time. “Thank you so much!”
“I’m here for you Parker,” Diego said around the sudden lump in his throat. “It’s going to be okay. Let’s get you out of here.”
Diego helped Parker to his unsteady feet, the young man oblivious to the carnage in the aisle behind him. Diego threw one of Parker’s muscular arms around his neck, and let the wounded athlete lean heavily against him as they stumbled together towards the exit. The worried Latino tried not to look down at Parker’s crotch, but he just couldn’t help himself. Diego thought he might start to cry again as he gazed down at Parker’s groin, for the lad’s formerly beautiful and magnificent cock and balls were now a virtually unrecognizable mass of battered and mauled tissues. Matthew’s massive cock hung down limply like a third leg, all bruised and puffy from its recent stomping, but still looking largely intact. His humongous balls were an altogether different story however. Parker’s entire scrotum was now one bloated bag of mangled meat, the two testicles themselves so massively swollen that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The left side of his sac still retained its oblong spherical shape, only now on an even more titanic scale, while the right side looked decidedly flattened and lumpy. A deeply worried Diego wasn’t sure how much of this damage was permanent, or even if the profoundly wounded testicles would even survive, but he knew for certain that Parker’s huge balls couldn’t have sustained any more abuse before exploding catastrophically in their sac. It had definitely been a near thing.
Diego guided Parker outside and into the cool night air, the naked football hunk apparently oblivious to the cold as he focused all of his waning strength on putting one foot painfully in front of the other. The pair stumbled to a nearby light post, and Diego gingerly sat Parker down with his naked back resting against the cold metal and then knelt down in front of him.
Parker seemed almost afraid to let go of Diego, once again looking up at him with his soulful blue eyes and softly whispering, “Thank you.”
“It’s okay, Parker. You’re going to be okay. My name is Diego, and I’m going to get you some help right now,” Diego reassured him as he fished his cell phone out of his back pocket, dialing 9-1-1 with one hand while running the other hand gently through Matt’s thick, tousled hair and then caressing his tear-stained cheek. Diego started telling the dispatcher about the situation, and was a bit surprised at the rise in the sense of urgency in the woman’s voice at the mention of Matt Parker’s name, but he dismissed that detail in his effort to quickly relay what had happened and where they were. He then hung up his phone and focused on the naked young man sitting man sitting in front of him.
Even in his horribly beaten and bruised state, Matthew Parker was breathtakingly beautiful. He was impossibly handsome close up, and even with all of the bruises and welts marring its masculine perfection, Matt still had the most magnificent physique that Diego had ever seen. Their eyes were locked in wordless communication for many long moments. Then, without thinking, Diego leaned forward and gave Parker a quick peck on his beautiful, perfect lips. It was meant to be a gentle, reassuring kiss, not at all sexual, but Diego regretted it instantly, looking away and blushing furiously, angry at himself for taking advantage of his secret crush when he was at his most vulnerable.
But then Diego felt a warm hand gently touch his chin, raising his face back up so that he could look once more into the deep blue depths of Matthew’s eyes. What he saw there was a heat to match his own, and Diego was sure that he felt his heart stop for an instant, before resuming at a much faster pace. It was Parker who moved first, placing his hand behind Diego’s head and drawing the stunningly handsome Latino towards him so that their lips could meet once more.
They began to kiss, slowly and tentatively at first, but soon growing to a flaming passion. Both young athletes were engulfed by a hunger that could only be fed from each other’s mouths, and their strong hands began to gently but insistently explore each other’s bodies as their budding flame grew to an inferno.
Diego glanced down and was shocked to see that Parker’s huge penis was starting to grow and swell with arousal. Despite the no doubt terrific pain throbbing throughout his battered body, and especially in his nearly broken testicles, Matthew was becoming so turned on by his sexy Latino rescuer that his mighty cock was starting to rise to the occasion. Diego’s surprised eyes grew even bigger as he watched the glorious phallus unfurl to greater and greater size, swelling longer and thicker, engorging into a trouser beast of staggering proportions. The swelling and stretching of his battered penile tissues must have been exquisitely painful in and of itself, but a lust-filled Parker didn’t seem to notice or care.
When Parker’s cock finally reached full mast, his foreskin retracted to full expose his big, glistening, purple-hued glans. The huge, bulbous cock head reached all the way to the underside of Parker’s big, meaty, and deeply striated pecs, gently tapping against the bottom of his sternum with each powerful pulse of his mighty heart.
Diego finally tore his gaze away from Parker’s monumental penis and looked back up at the handsome young man, an almost comical look of shock and wonder on his equally handsome face. Parker blushed this time, a shy — but pleased and hopeful — smile making him look even more radiantly beautiful than ever.
The faint sound of sirens could be heard approaching in the distance. Diego knew that the police and paramedics would be arriving very soon, and that this might be his only chance to have Parker alone to himself, so he decided to throw caution to the wind and admit his long-held feelings. He locked his gaze once more with the almost impossibly handsome man before him, and then took a big, steadying breath and softly ran his hand through the handsome stud’s wavy brown hair.
“Matthew,” he began, his voice sounding tentative but growing stronger as he continued. “Before the police arrive, I have a confession to make. From the moment I saw first you back in August, I…”
That’s as far as Diego got before a tremendous impact against the side of his head sent him sprawling to the pavement, his head ringing and the whole world tilting crazily in his fading vision.
In the time that the two young men had been outside, big Brad had managed to get to his feet and, with a will and determination born of fury and a need for revenge, had slammed his right shoulder against the solid metal lockers in order to painfully wrench his dislocated shoulder back into place. Then, his breath coming in huge gusts like that of a raging bull, the big blond linebacker had scooped up Parker’s discarded football helmet and stormed outside. Once outside, he saw his two hated enemies — the gorgeous Freshman football star who had so thoroughly humiliated his team, and his traitorous teammate who had attacked them as they were unleashing mob justice upon the source of their embarrassing defeat — sharing a tender moment together, and his vision turned red with rage. Brad had charged forward and struck Diego so hard with Parker’s helmet that he almost brained the unsuspecting young man, knocking him nearly senseless.
Diego was dazed and saw stars for several long moments, but when his vision cleared, he saw an enraged Brad staring down at a terrified and pleading Matthew, murderous rage clearly etched across the bigger man’s face. Parker’s enormous cock was incongruously still hard as an iron crowbar, standing tall and proud over the bruised wreck of his titanic testes, which rested heavily on the cold blacktop, looking beaten and battered and oh so vulnerable. Matt was obviously still too weak to move, and could only look up in mounting horror as the blond behemoth snarled, lifted up his big foot, and started slamming it down into Parker’s balls again, intent on finishing what he and his friends had started.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Parker threw back his handsome head and bellowed in fresh agony as his massive balls were hideously crushed against the pavement over and over and over again, flattening out more than ever before as Brad steadily pounded the last bit of strength out of the mighty man orbs.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Diego could see the flashing blue and red lights of a police car as it entered the parking lot, and he could hear additional sounds of sirens in the background, no doubt the ambulance and fire truck that were also racing to the university parking lot. But with anguish filling his breaking heart, Diego knew that they would be too late to save Parker’s magnificent manhood, and hot tears began to flow down his face once more as he bore witness to the final massacre of Matthew’s massive balls.
STOMP!! STOMP!! CRUNCH!!
Brad roared with eager delight as crunching sounds began to emanate from Parker’s crumbling bollocks, their tough outer shells finally cracking and breaking down under the merciless and beyond brutal onslaught. The burly blond linebacker no longer cared that his atrocity was being carried out in full view of the rapidly approaching squad car, so intent was he on putting a permanent end to Parker’s mega-sized genitals.
STOMP!! CRUNCH!! SCRUNCH!!
The sick, wet crunching sounds coming from Parker’s failing bollocks spoke of the unspeakable damage that was being inflicted on the innocent young athlete’s beautiful balls and made Diego want to vomit, but the astonishingly dense and durable sex organs somehow managed to valiantly keep from bursting despite the crushing full-force stomps of Brad’s big foot into the already profoundly mangled nuts. It was painfully obvious, however, that neither of Parker’s beefy balls could survive intact much longer. Both huge testicles now had a permanently flattened appearance, plumping up only partway between the rapid, ball-bursting stomps raining endlessly down upon them.
CRACK!! SCRUNCH!! SQUISH!!
“POP!! POP!! POP!!” Brad screamed in fury and frustration with each devastating foot stomp, willing Parker’s battered and beleaguered balls to burst. Matthew’s gigantic gonads were now squashing nearly as flat as pancakes beneath each virility-decimating blow, less than half an inch of squishy testicular tissue separating the soles of Brad’s sneaker from the cold and uncaring pavement below.
“Diego,” Matthew weakly croaked, reaching out a muscular arm toward his earlier rescuer, tears in his beautiful blue eyes. “Help me!” Diego weakly reached out a trembling hand of his own, too injured and dazed himself to be of any aid to his desperate new friend.
STOMP!! SCRUNCH!! SPLISH!!
Parker’s blue eyes suddenly squeezed closed, and his breathing came deeper and faster. His monster cock, which had impossibly remained rock hard throughout this fresh assault on his dying manhood, began to quiver and tremble, and appeared to swell even fatter still. Some primal instinct must have kicked in at that point, some desperate need to fertilize something, ANYthing, before his testicles were destroyed forever. For right there before Diego’s wide and wondering eyes, Parker’s towering stud cock began to unleash the biggest, longest, and most violent orgasm the hunky Latino had ever seen.
SPUUUUUUUURT!!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
SPUUUUUUUURT!!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
SPUUUUUUUURT!!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
Absolutely colossal ropes of the thickest, whitest spunk Diego had ever seen began to rocket out of Parker’s pulsating dick with a power and force unmatched, spurting his young stud seed a good five or six feet straight up into the air before splashing wetly all over the spasming and moaning lad’s magnificent body.
A stunned Brad had paused for a few moments, temporarily too shocked and amazed by Parker’s spontaneous and utterly monstrous ejaculation to do anything but stare. But the sight of Matthew cumming with the power of twenty porn stars only served to enrage the big blond linebacker even more, and he cried out in hot fury as he began to stomp with greater force than ever, determined to shatter Parker’s bollocks into oblivion in mid orgasm.
STOMP!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
WHOMP!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
SCRUNCH!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
SQUELCH!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
SCRINCH!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
SPLOORT!! SPUUUUUUUURT!!!
“STOP!! POLICE!!” a loud, baritone voice bellowed from nearby, but Diego’s spinning and swirling eyes were locked onto the scene of tragic destruction playing out before him. Parker’s beyond battered balls were putting up no visible resistance, looking like they were filled with quivering jelly as they squashed completely flat with each crushing stomp. It looked like there was nothing but the skin of Parker’s dark purple and heavily abraded scrotum separating the bottom of Brad’s big shoe from the cold, hard ground with each deadly fall of the big man’s foot.
“DIE!! DIE!! DIE!!” Brad thundered as he kept stomping down with his foot, trying to snuff out the last vestiges of Parker’s once glorious manhood, even as a few more steadily-diminishing squirts of cum — Matthew’s last fertile seed as an intact male — sprayed weakly across his already thoroughly spunk-drenched chest.
BOOM!!!!!
The deafening retort of the officer’s gun made Diego’s wounded head feel like it was going to crack wide open.
At that same moment, a single, well-aimed bullet tore through the crotch of Brad’s overstuffed jeans, turning his entire huge sexual package into a shower of shredded gore in an instant. The bullet had totally blown through his massive right nut, blown apart his equally enormous left nut from the sheer concussive force, and completely detached the base of his cock from his body before exiting out the backside of his pants. The devastation to his manhood was more complete and absolute than any of the crushed testicles and broken cocks so far that night.
Brad’s eyes suddenly crossed and his mouth gaped open in a comical ‘O’. He knees suddenly came together, and both big hands clutched at his splattered crotch, disbelieving the sudden disintegration of his once proud and massive manhood, and trying to staunch the flow of blood. He fell heavily to his knees, then toppled in seeming slow motion to his side, writhing and pitifully keening in agony and loss.
The officer suddenly came into Diego’s line of sight, rushing to Parker’s side and cradling the comatose athlete to his kneeling body. Even in his delirious and dazed state, Diego was amazed at the sheer muscular size of the police officer, who looked to be even more spectacularly muscular and buff than any of the three recently desexed football players littering the locker room and parking lot. Parker’s bruised but beautiful body was festooned with well over a dozen thick ropes of his own hyper abundant jizz, but the officer didn’t seem to care, clutching the wounded lad tightly in his stupendously muscular arms.
“Matthew!” the officer’s deep voice cracked as he clutched the much smaller man tightly, rocking gently in place. Diego squinted to see the police officer better, confused by the man’s reaction. Then suddenly he saw something so startling that his vision cleared and locked into sharp focus.
Handsomely embroidered across the left side of the officer’s enormously muscular chest was the name ‘PARKER’.
Diego’s gaze went upward to study the officer’s face, and his heart skipped a beat. The police officer was the spitting image of Matthew, only a few years older and even more staggeringly handsome. He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same powerful jawline, the same expertly chiseled features, even the same enormous telltale bulge at the front of his uniform slacks. Only the slight age difference, the officer’s sandy blond hair, and his far greater muscle mass differentiated the two men, who clearly had to be brothers. Diego realized that the officer’s massive muscular bulk was what Matthew’s gorgeous physique would have developed into… had his giant testicles not been crushed into paste against the dark pavement.
As the quick rush of adrenaline faded from Diego’s body, the handsome Latino found his vision swimming once again, and the edges of his awareness growing fuzzy and indistinct. He could hear the sirens of other emergency vehicles growing closer, but he no longer cared. His eyes were locked on the unconscious form of the studly young man whose sex life he’d tried so desperately to save, only to no avail. With a final salty tear running down his sculpted cheek, Diego passed into blessed unconsciousness…
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The news media’s top story for days to come concerned the ‘Locker Room Massacre’, as it came to be called. The public was shocked by the brutality and violence of the night’s events, and watched in rapt fascination as the story unfolded in the weeks that followed. A story that became even more lurid when it was revealed that security cameras in the locker room and parking lot had captured all of the night’s harrowing events.
All three of the university’s defensive linemen survived the night’s events, but none of them would ever be the same again.
Cody Flynn, though the most heavily injured of the trio, was also considered the luckiest. His pale sac of of stud balls had been liquidated by Diego’s stomping foot, but his thick cock had escaped unharmed. He could at least get silicone implants to give the illusion of a fat bag of testicles swinging between his legs. That, combined with hormone injections to retain his great muscular bulk, would give Cody the appearance of being an intact male. But like his fellow assailants, any plans that Cody might have had to be a father some day were as dashed as his shattered testicles.
Though Austin Moore was the least injured of the men overall, he’d lost even more than Cody. Austin’s entire package had been pounded into hamburger by an enraged Diego, and doctors were able to salvage only the stub of his once impressive cock.
Brad Stephen’s emasculation was the most complete of the three men, for the police officer’s perfectly aimed bullet had literally blown the young man’s entire, huge package to smithereens. Not even a hint of his manhood had survived, and the great blond bull of a man was forced to go through the rest of his life with a smooth mound where his once prodigious genitals had been.
The three State University football players were brought up on criminal charges of assault, battery, and in Brad’s case, attempted murder. The three dejected and hollow-eyed men were tried together and convicted on all counts, and were eventually sentenced to multiple years in prison.
Diego Garcia was heralded as the hero of the story, for fighting back so bravely against three far larger foes in order to try to protect another innocent young man. Diego suffered a cracked skull and a severe concussion from the brutal blow he’d sustained to the head, but was otherwise unharmed. The doctors kept him in the hospital overnight for observation, but discharged him the following day with a clean bill of health. He made a full recovery, but was hounded by the press for months, wanting him to share more of the titillating details of the night’s events. The handsome and quiet young Latino college student refused to speak to the reporters, however, and had to go into hiding for a while until the worst of the media blitz was over.
Matthew Parker’s story was perhaps the most sensational of all — a dashingly handsome young man with immense natural athletic gifts, who was just starting to make a name for himself in the world of football before he was so brutally assaulted. Though Parker had clearly sustained the lion’s share of the evening’s abuses, his recovery was the most remarkable of them all.
The unconscious young man was rushed to the hospital, his older brother, Officer Tyler Parker, riding in the back of the ambulance with him and tearfully holding his kid brother’s hand. Once there, the doctors rushed him to the imaging lab to try to determine the extent of the damage to his testicles. His naturally huge sex organs had bloated to gargantuan size, looking like a pair of purple melons, flattened and hideously deformed by the countless kicks and foot stomps they’d endured. The doctors were all but certain that there would be nothing left to save, and the initial results seemed to support that hypothesis. The fibrous outer walls of both massive orbs were each cracked and broken in at least a dozen places, and the dense interior meat of the voluminous testes looked like it was ruined beyond salvaging.
But as the hours wore on, they noticed that Parker’s balls were slowly but steadily plumping back up to their previous ovoid shapes. The doctors thought at first that this was simply the result of yet more swelling, the terminally damaged tissues bloating to fill all available space within the young man’s heavily scratched and abraded ballsac as the ruptured bollocks slowly died. By morning, however, they could all see that the overall swelling had begun to subside, and that some of the worst of the bruising was starting to fade just a bit. The decision was made to wait and see how much the young man’s balls might recover on their own.
Diego returned to the hospital the day after his discharge after receiving permission to stay by Matthew’s bedside during his recovery. The handsome young junior college student was kept in a medically-induced coma for the first few days as the worst of his injuries healed, and Diego didn’t leave his side, eating, sleeping, and even showering in Matthew’s hospital room. The staff all quietly spoke about the handsome dark-haired man’s clear devotion to the unconscious patient, and they all took turns quietly supporting the distraught young man, particularly by keeping all media away from the floor.
Matt was allowed to awaken about a week after his assault. By then, the worst of his injuries had healed — his unusually large penis was unblemished and intact, the abrasions on his scrotum had almost entirely disappeared, the swelling to his testicles had largely subsided, and even the horrific bruising had faded to an ugly, blotchy, yellowish-green hue. Considering how close Matthew had come to losing his testicles entirely, they were looking astonishingly healthy and hale, all things considered.
Yet the question remained — how much permanent damage had the young man’s big balls sustained during his prolonged and brutal beating?
While the doctors waited for Matthew to continue healing, the two young men got to know each other over the next week or so. Diego continued to spend most of his time at Parker’s bedside, and the two talked and talked for hours, laughing and crying, and falling more and more in love. Diego even assisted the nurses with Matt’s physical therapy, once he was finally allowed up and out of bed. They even allowed Diego to bathe the gorgeous young Matthew, making sure that the doors were securely closed and the shades drawn to give the two blossoming lovers their privacy.
By the end of two weeks, nearly every visible sign of Matthew Parker’s injuries had disappeared. The doctors were unanimous in calling it a miraculous recovery. The bruising was all gone, the voluminous scrotum had healed without a single scar, and both of his testicles had fully rebounded to their healthy and hale shapes. The only visible difference was that both of Matt’s huge bollocks were even bigger than ever before, which the doctors attributed to the scar tissue encasing both testes, making their fibrous outer walls even thicker and denser — and, ironically, even more strong and durable — than ever before. They deemed it was time for the final test, to see if Matthew’s plumbing would still work.
Diego shyly went to excuse himself from the room for this final part of Parker’s testing and recovery, but the handsome young man reached out to grab the quiet Latino’s hand and insisted that he stay. In fact, Diego ended up lending his assistance, as together the two lads stimulated Matthew’s perfect phallus to granite hardness once again, and then coaxed a load out of the young man’s bulging balls. Parker’s subsequent cum load was just as mammoth and spectacular as the one that Diego had witnessed on that fateful night, and Matthew couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the look of wonder and awe on the handsome young man’s face as he watched Parker quickly fill the sample cup to overflowing, and then dump the vast and mammoth cum load into the toilet.
The volume of Parker’s titanic loads had clearly not diminished, but one final question still remained — was the handsome young stud still producing viable sperm, or had the injuries to his big balls rendered him permanently impotent? Both young men nervously waited while the sample of his sperm was sent to the lab for analysis.
The results were astonishing — not only was Matthew still fertile and perfectly able to become a father some day, his virility was literally off the charts! The doctors still couldn’t determine whether Parker’s virility had taken a hit as a result of the assault, but in the end it didn’t matter, for the devastatingly handsome young football star was the most fantastically virile man they’d ever seen. They asked for Officer Tyler Parker to come in for testing as well, curious to know if the lad’s older brother shared the same freakishly super charged virility, but the enormously muscular young policeman politely refused. Some things are sometimes better left unknown.
By the time Matthew was discharged from the hospital, the two young men were inseparable, and they made no secret of the fact that they were now a couple. Diego dropped out of State University, and in the winter term, enrolled at Oak Grove Junior College so that he could be near his love. The two beautiful young men returned to their normal lives together — or as normal as their lives could be considering the amount of media that continued to hound them — and tried to hide from the public eye.
That all changed the following school year when football season resumed, and both Matthew Parker and Diego Garcia made their triumphant return to the game. Both men had bulked up considerably in their year off, especially Parker, who was clearly well on his way to becoming a true tank of muscle like his older brother. The stunningly handsome pair led their football team to victory after victory that season, earning national acclaim for the quiet community college, and catapulting them both to sports stardom.
But the two young men remained cautious, always looking over their shoulders. For one never knew when self-loathing and envy would corrupt a man’s soul, and send him seeking twisted vengeance against the objects of his deep-seated jealousy.
