POPS: The Boxer

 

It wasn't supposed to happen. You had seen Diego shake off men bigger and more fit than you like a bird shaking off feathers, but somehow you had managed to wear him down into a shell of his former self. The tiny gym reeked of sweat as a small but tightly packed audience cheered and shouted as they watched you pummel your boxing glove over and over into his midsection. 

The hot Latin boxer probably would have slumped to the ground if his muscular arms weren't behind his back, the top rope buried in his arm pits. He was literally hanging from the rope and you looked down to see that several pairs of eager hands from the audience had reached into the ring and grabbed his ankles, effectively locking him in place with his legs spread, totally at your mercy. Not like you were in a merciful mood.

Diego had been admired and feared in the boxing club since he'd joined months ago and now that you'd knocked him down a peg it seemed everyone was eager to see how you'd finish the job. He was barely stirring but still present enough to know he was about to be in a world of hurt. Loud, hard thumping echoed through the gym over the shouting of the watching men as your gloves buried themselves into his softening obliques.

Finally, Diego had enough.

"Man, I give! I give!" he shouts. 

Even begging for mercy he sounded sexy, you think.

THUD

Your right glove slams into his abs and he lets out a defeated groan. You pile on another and another, using his rippled abs like a rock hard punching bag. He lets out a baritone wail and goes to raise his gloves but the audience reacts quickly, grabbing his muscular arms and holding them firmly outside the ring behind his back. You smirk and nod at a handsome young man who is holding Diego's left bicep. It was an open secret that Diego's particular brand of cocky wasn't well liked but you had no idea the level of true animus. 

Oh well, you think. Might as well give the people what they want. You continue to pummel his softening abs until your eyes start to gaze lower. Diego was wearing his signature cerulean boxing shorts that barely reached his leg and between his thick thighs was an absolutely enormous bulge with the outline of each of his massive nuts clearly visible as the sweat soaked material clung to his skin. The outline of his ridiculously thick cock snaked down his leg so far that it's mushroom shaped head - plainly outlined - nearly poked out of the bottom of the shorts. It was quite a sight. Of course Diego wasn't wearing a cup or anything so he could show off his pornographic endowment, further satiating his ego. That's when you have an idea.

You slam your fist into the top few rows of his rolling abs.

"Should I go lower?"

The crowd screams yes.

THUD

Your fist collides with his flat, bruised tummy. Diego whimpers and looked up at you with his badly swollen face which still somehow looked boyishly handsome. His thick black hair was matted against his forehead. You considered shouting to the crowd to let the exhausted stud go so that he could collapse against the ropes but...

"Lower?" you shout.

The crowd erupts as you slam your gloves into his lower obliques and the very lower limit of his abs, some of your glove impacting just at the waist of his shorts. 

You give Diego a wink before shouting out again.

"What'doya say, guys? Lower?"

"Hell yes!"

One of the jocks holding Diego's right leg shouts.

"Dude! I give! I give!" 

Diego struggled against the guys holding him to the ropes but he's not going anywhere. You eye his gorgeous body up and down, resting on the delicious, mounding bulge in his shorts. 

You pull your gloved hand back and send it flying full force into Diego's balls.  The impact was so devastating that it took his mind a split second to fully recognize what had happened. His mouth opened into a cartoonish 'O' and his eyes crossed as he let out a howl. The crowd whooped in delight and you pulled your fist back just long enough to cock it for another blow.  You can feel his huge baby makers violently being compressed between your hard glove and his toned body. They're incredibly dense feeling, like little sparring bags, and you pull your glove back again. This time you mix it up and throw a punch with the opposite hand.

Different hand, same effect. Diego's eyes cross and he screams and begs as the crowd goes wild. His nuts are compressed in his shorts like meaty pancakes over and over as you are determined to permanently dent the bulge he so proudly flaunts around the gym. Your fists are a blur as you methodically throw every ounce of strength into each blow, relishing in feeling as his stones becoming softer - and larger. Diego nearly passed out, still splayed against the rope, as his nuts started to swell. The change is imperceptible since his bulge was already so massive, but you can feel it even through the gloves.

The drooling stud looked as you pleadingly as you slightly shift your target.

"Ooooh!" 

He screams bloody murder as your fist slams into his horse cock, nearly destroying it. You felt it compress nearly totally flat against his incredibly dense thigh. It was a great feeling, so great that you quickly repeat it! Then you do it again for good measure. Diego's fuck stick is barely holding up under the barrage of blows and you know you were doing real damage to it. But you don't care.

You pull your arm back and slam it into the outline of his cock with everything you've got. It's by far the hardest punch of the night and it has the desired effect.  Diego let out a strange, hoarse yell and passes out as you feel your glove collide with the outline of the thick, meaty cock, flatten it, then feel his thick thigh. You pull your fist back to reveal that the tube-shaped bulge now had a permanent indent.

The crowd grows silent before erupting into cat calls and cheers.

You pull your fist back and take aim at the achingly hot double bulges still left in his shorts. I wonder if he has any kids, you casually think as you throw your fist and all of your body weight into the next punch.  His mound flattens dangerously. You know you're doing real damage now, but the crowd is still egging you on.

Your left glove slams into Diego's defenseless bulge and you can feel them flatten under your glove. They are really starting to deform now, no longer maintaining their firm round shape. Diego's bulge is legendary, but every legend eventually ends. You throw a body-weight punch into his crotch, followed by an uppercut, and another punch. Each blow eliciting an excited shriek from the crowd.

It's obvious what's going to happen if you keep it up. Diego's shorts are going to be flatter than his toned abs. His sack is on the brink of total collapse and the orbs feel absolutely squishy.  You step back to admire him one last time. He's really quite good looking and that flopping bulge oozes sex appeal, even in its damaged state. Not any more, you decide.

Your gloves are like pistons and you're pouring sweat as every ounce of energy goes into trimming Diego's family tree. His helpless testicles, flatten out under each blow, trying desperately not to burst open. But, like their owner, they eventually tucker out...

Tyler Gripentrog Is A Dick (Tyler Makes a Porno III)

This is a quick prequel to Tyler Makes A Porno. Enjoy :) 

Drew stepped onto the treadmill, set it to a leisurely pace, and started walking. It was hardly a workout but that wasn't actually the point. The machine was positioned to give him a clear view of the free-weights area of the gym where he watched several sweaty, fit jocks pumping iron, grunting as they lifted weights Drew could only dream of. 

Out of the sea of hot gym rats, one in particular caught his eye. Tyler Gripentrog, a young, muscular jock who always worked out in black shorts and sleeveless gym shirts to show off his toned upper arms. Drew was easily twice Tyler's age but even at his pique he had never had Tyler's awesome build. Tyler had a cockiness that seemed to make him even more attractive to Drew who had taken up eye fucking him in the gym, building up a cache of mental imagery that he used to beat off to nightly. 

Drew was sure Tyler was straight, or at least he thought he was sure, considering he had heard him bragging to the other muscle heads in the locker room about his numerous female conquests and being awarded with high fives. It wasn't hard to see why. Tyler was boyishly good looking with a taught body that seemed to somehow lack any fat yet wasn't cartoonishly muscular and to top it off Drew was convinced Tyler had enormous testicles and a donkey-sized cock judging from the obvious bulges in his shorts. Drew found himself daydreaming about all the nasty things he would do to Tyler if he ever had the chance...

Drew suddenly flushed with embarrassment. Tyler had caught him staring at him from across the gym but seemed unfazed as he gave Drew a sly smile and resumed his weights. Drew tried to play it off as a coincidence as he resumed his steady jog. Three miles later, Drew was actually paying more attention to his workout than checking out the other guys at the gym, so hadn't noticed at first when someone stepped onto and started up the machine next to him. Drew turned to nod hello and was pleasantly surprised to see it was Tyler.

Tyler paid Drew no attention as he set the machine to a breakneck pace and began sprinting with a grace that seemed to defy his large build. Drew stole a side glance and literally gasped at the site of two huge bulges flopping wildly in his shorts. Drew nearly fell off his machine as Tyler's crotch temporarily became all he could pay attention to, but quickly got back into his own rhythm. It was getting late and the gym was starting to clear out; this must be Tyler's warm down, he thought.

Finally, Tyler was done. He had breezed through five miles in a little over thirty-minutes and was dripping with sweat for his efforts. Drew had slowed to a walk and couldn't help but stare at the handsome, glistening stud. His wet clothes clung to this body leaving virtually nothing to the imagination and to Drew's delight he could finally make out the true size and shape of Tyler's basket. Two fat nuts could be clearly outlined as well as thick anaconda of a cock that snaked so far down Tyler's thigh the clearly outlined mushroom head nearly peaked out of his shorts. Tyler wiped the sweat from his handsome face - which somehow looked even hotter flushed from exertion - and hopped off the machine, again hardly paying attention to Drew. Drew wasn't particularly surprised he was in his forties and though he wasn't in bad shape, he might as well been invisible to younger guys and that was presuming Tyler was even interested.

Tyler made his way toward the locker room but stopped before disappearing behind the door, turned toward the treadmills, and winked at Drew. Drew's heart pounded and he reran the image in his mind to double check what he just seen. He was sure that Tyler - this ripped stud he had been dreaming about for months - had just given him a seductive wink after running next to him showing off his body.

Drew looked around. The gym was mostly empty now except for two young women doing bench presses on a Smith machine and the front desk attendant watching a movie on his tablet. Feeling horny, and brash, Drew turned off his machine and headed toward the locker room.

The sound of the heavy door closing echoed through the cavernous empty locker room as Drew headed toward the showers, nonchalantly peaking around and listening for anyone. It was silent except of the sound of a single locker being rustled through. Drew turned the corner to see Drew pulling his gym bag out of his locker. He was still fully dressed and his entire body was now glistening a warm pink from his workout. He looked amazing and Drew casually started to open his locker, trying to make subtle eye contact with the twenty-something stud.

Tyler always got horny after working out and tonight was no different. Drew gulped as Tyler's huge pole started to tent his shorts. Suddenly, Tyler turned toward Drew and made direct eye contact before Drew could turn away only this time it wasn't a playful wink, it was a death glare. Drew darted his eyes away like he hadn't noticed but Tyler took a step toward him and stood face to face. Drew's heart was pounding so hard his ears were throbbing and before he could say anything Tyler reached out his muscular arm and grabbed Drew's wrist, yanking it forward and placing it on his cock. Drew's hand was separated from the largest cock he ever seen by only a thin layer of fabric.

"I see the way you look at me, dude."

Drew could feel Tyler's cock throbbing in his shorts but could do nothing but stare back at Tyler breathlessly.

"Well, bro. I'm horny as fuck and don't discriminate. And fags give the best head,"

Drew was too overwhelmed to be taken aback by the slur and before he realized what was happening, Tyler had grabbed his shoulders and pushed him roughly to his knees. 

"What the..."

Tyler pulled down his shorts and put his cock directly in front of Drew's mouth. It was massive, far too much cock for Drew to ever dream of ever taking down his throat. Drew looked up at Tyler stunned and was about to speak when nine inches of steely-hard cock was instantly rammed down his throat. Drew's nostrils were filled with the smell of Tyler's sweaty, neatly trimmed crotch as his huge eggs slammed against Drew's chin.  Drew could literally not believe it. His eyes watered as he suppressed gagging on Tyler's over sized rod and before he could object Tyler placed his hands on the back of Drew's head, held it in place and began to violently skull fuck Drew's face.

"Mmmmph!" 

Drew gasped for air as Tyler used his head like a sex toy, roughly slamming his cock in and out of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Tyler's nuts were swinging wildly slapping Drew in the face each time. Drew looked up at Tyler's awesomely sculpted body as Drew threw his head back and moaned.  It didn't take long for the violent fucking to be too much for Drew and he tried to escape.

"What's the matter, daddy? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Tyler snarled as he clasped Drew's head even firmer and rammed his cock in and out of Drew like a piston. Drew looked up at Tyler pleadingly but that only seemed to make the horny jock buck his muscular hips even faster. Drew was gagging and trying to scream for help but Tyler's cock kept him from doing anything more than letting out muffled screams.

"Oh yeah, bro! Fucking cock sucker faggot, take it all!"

Tyler continued to hurl derogatory slurs and insults as Drew's eyes started watering to the point of crying as Tyler held his cock all the way down Drew's throat daring the trapped man to gag. Drew looked up at Tyler whose handsome face had taken on a sinister expression of lust and cockiness.

"Isn't this what you fucking wanted?"

Drew might as well been a sex doll as far as Tyler was concerned, and he grew increasingly scared that he would be extremely outmatched if Tyler's homophobic rant escalated any further. He had to do something. Suddenly, Drew's gaze locked on to Tyler's swinging nuts like radar. He balled his fists and sent them sailing toward Tyler's sack, one fist from each direction. Tyler gasped as he felt his boys compress between Drew's surprisingly strong fists. Drew wasn't an Adonis like Tyler, but he was hardly in bad shape. Before Tyler fully recovered, Drew sandwiched his balls rapidly twice more. Tyler groaned and for a brief second loosened his grip on Drew's head.

It was all the opening Drew needed to escape. He sprang to his feet and had barely turned to run before being tackled by Tyler. It was no contest. Drew collapsed and Tyler landed on top of him, Tyler's adorable face staring down at him and his still hard cock pressed against Drew's chest. In another context the position would have been incredibly hot but the look of thinly veiled rage quickly reminded Drew this was anything but.

"You like playing dirty?"

Tyler punched Drew in the chest, stunning him, before jumping to his feet and grabbing both of Drew's ankles. Tyler held Drew's legs into the air and looked down smiling wickedly. Drew knew what was about to happen.

"No! Please!"

STOMP!

Tyler stomped down onto the modest bulge in Drew's shorts over and over, seemingly enjoying the destruction his powerful legs were inflicting on Drew's sex life. Drew thought he was going to throw up as a deep pain welled in his stomach.

"What's the matter? Queers don't want kids, anyway right?" 

Tyler finished with a final devastating stomp before dropping Drew's legs and letting the whimpering man curl into a ball. Tyler, still throbbing and needing to shoot, grabbed Drew by the hair and forced him to his knees.

"Suck it, bitch!" Tyler barked.

"Suck!" 

Tyler reared his leg back and sent it flying between Drew's legs with such force that he was lifted off the ground. It felt like his testicles had literally burst and he let out a wail of pain. Tyler grabbed Drew by the hair again and forced him to look up at him.

"I said, suck it, please!"

Drew gave an innocent smile and wink that was totally incongruent with the violent way he was handling Drew's head. This guy is a monster, Drew thought. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and his lips had barely parted before all nine inches of Tyler's dripping cock were once again slammed down his throat. Drew's balls were throbbing and he thought Tyler's rough skull fucking was actually going to make him throw up, he struggled to hold back his gagging but the flexing of his throat must have only been turning Tyler on. The young stud moaned and bucked his hips faster and faster.

"I'm cumming! Fucking take it!"

Tyler pulled his cock out of Drew's mouth just as the first spurt of cum rocketed out. There was an audible splat as a thick ribbon of cum splashed point blank onto Drew's face. Drew reflexively closed his eyes as Tyler held his head in place with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, moving the pulsing fuck stick around like a hose, being sure to absolutely paint Drew's face. Drew had never felt so degraded in his life. He had literally dreamed about being sprayed with Tyler's cum, but now that it was actually happening he wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

"Fucking fag!" Tyler snapped as his veritable cum fountain of a cock finally started to deflate. 

Tyler pulled his pants back up and casually reached for his gym bag. Incredulously, he offered Drew a hand to his feet and threw a towel at him before turning to leave.

"You have a little something on your face," 

Tyler laughed as he headed out of the locker room. Even though he had just busted a huge post-workout nut, Tyler's loins were still roiling. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and winked. He looked extra hot, he thought. Sweaty, his muscles still pumped from his workout and his skin glowing from orgasmic bliss.

Tyler turned to see Drew wiping off his face and nursing his battered balls and for split second thought about tackling him and making him suck out the second load he felt building but decided against it.

I should blow this on camera and make a few bucks, Tyler thought. His nuts were still aching from Drew's sucker punches and the dull ache gave him a mischievous idea.

I wonder if I still have that firework, he thought as the locker room door slammed behind him.

POPS: Tyler.mov (Illustrated)

 

This is a continuation of Tyler Makes a Porno illustrated by OrcMan ;)

Josh sat the small desk in his bedroom staring wide-eyed at his laptop screen.  Tyler Gripentrog, a hot young stud whose blog Josh followed, had gone silent a few weeks back but out of the blue there was an email from Tyler with a simple five word subject line that made Josh's cock twitch:

Horny Jock's Balls SPLATTER - BOOM!

Without hesitation, Josh opened email and clicked on a link that took him to a Google Drive with a single file on it: Tyler.mov

Josh's heart raced at the thumbnail.  It was Tyler laying shirtless on a weight bench screaming with a bright flash obscuring most of the image below his waist.  The time stamp was only forty-five seconds.

Josh pulled his cock out of his jeans and began to stroke as he opened the video 

0:45



It was Tyler laying on his weight bench screaming with a hideous bruise on his forehead and his arms tied to the bar pressed against his chest.  At first Josh was too distracted by the Tyler's symphonic screams and ripping abs to immediately notice the egg-sized yellow ball and an evil smiley face staring at the camera but when he did he gulped and started stroking faster.

"Fuck!" Josh screamed in excitement when he realized that the yellow ball was a lit, and rather large, firework.  

He was fixated on watching Tyler's crotch and the massive twin lumps in his black shorts which were partially obscured by the almost equally large bomb.  Josh had seen Tyler's kiwi sized balls hang low and heavy in his perfectly trimmed bag in multiple videos and had blown gallons of cum fantasizing about how hot it would be to see Tyler's massive balls pounded into hamburger.

0:35

On the screen, Tyler writhed desperately and his hands attempted to stretch out to quash the flame which was rapidly eating away at the wick...

0:25

Josh was pumping his cock with one hand and squeezing his own nuts with the other as Tyler's glistening perfect body wriggled wildly.  At one point Tyler had tried kicking his legs out to dislodge the bomb but that only made it shift positions slightly, now resting slightly in the valley formed by those two donkey nuts.

0:20

Josh could feel his load building as the video reached its climax. His heart was pounding.  Surely this wasn't real, he thought.  No way a stud like Tyler whose animal-like endowment was literally his meal ticket would actually put himself in danger.  Yet there it was; Tyler pressed against a weight bench, all of those trained, toned muscles completely helpless and it was all captured in glorious high definition.

0:15

By now both Tyler and Josh were fixated on Tyler's junk. Josh's heart was pounding, excited to see the conclusion but convinced the video would cut out at the last minute or Tyler out shout "Just kidding!" and flash his signature boyish smile. 

"No way!"  

Josh panted breathlessly as he watched Tyler screaming in what he was now convinced was genuine terror. Every muscle on his perfect body was etched...

BOOM!

For an instant the frame went completely white before the camera quickly refocused on the scene.

"Fuck yes! Yes!"  Josh was wracked by an instant orgasm so powerful that he plastered his right eye shut.

Tyler's shorts were blown completely off, revealing the true extend of the destruction. On the screen was Tyler's washboard stomach coated in a chunky gory mess, some of it had even hit the now-passed out model in the face.  A chunk of what appeared to be burnt sausage was resting on his left pec.  It was a piece of Tyler's horse cock! All that was left on his crotch just a gross pile of everything that would ordinarily have been inside Tyler's overstuffed sack.

0:10

Josh had to rewind a bit to rewatch the final ten seconds... multiple times.  Someone had slowed down the actual explosion and stretched it over ten glorious seconds. Slowed down, Josh could make out in exquisite detail how Tyler's mushroom head had been blown totally out of the frame, flying away like a fleshy rocket. He could see the instant Tyler's nut guts splattered his own face and could zoom in on gooey testicular matter dripping off the passed out stud's nose.  

Josh stroked and came again replaying the part where a huge chunk of Tyler's package - perhaps his entire left nut - flew into the air, unraveling as it did like strands of thick spaghetti before raining down on Tyler's body, the bench and the floor. From what Josh could make out, Tyler's  giant right nut had met its end in a shower of jock puree spraying in all directions with most of it landing on the weight stack that had been holding Tyler down.

Finally, Josh was working on his third load of the night zooming in on the ruins of Tyler's crotch, realizing that his once nearly-foot long horse cock had been reduced to a burnt nub barely visible beneath the hamburger meat.

"Fuck!"

Josh screamed as his cock erupted yet again before setting the video clip to infinitely loop.