“Wow, that’s incredible!”
Sixteen year old Greg and his friend Terry were watching the view counter of a broadcast that had just started on ShockTube increase at a rapid clip. The clip entitled Ball Race 4: End of the (Family) Line had just started streaming and was already at more than three-hundred views. The boys chuckled as an adorable red-headed twenty-something in tight pants was navigating an obstacle course with traps especially made to aim for his junk.
“Owww!” he winced as a swinging metal pendulum knocked him off the platform he was crossing and into a pool of water. Of course it hit him right in the boys
A little further along the course he had to jump hurdles that would unexpectedly rise mid-jump, causing the bar to smash into his crotch. All of the hits were mixed with hilarious sound effects and there was a little animation of two eggs on the bottom of the screen. Every time he got hit in the balls, one of the eggs would crack more and more until it broke.
“Aaah!”
The handsome contestant screamed and fell to his knees after being beaned in the nuts repeatedly by an onslaught of Nerf guns on a motion sensor. The last egg on the screen broke and the words ‘GAME OVER’ appeared over the video. Greg and Terry looked at each other; the viewer count was at nearly 10,000. The video stopped streaming and the boys were greeted with a video ad for a sports drink.
“That was hilarious!” Greg laughed, he was still replaying the hilarious expressions the poor redhead had made in his head.
ShockTube was the latest site to become an Internet craze. People, mostly young with too much time on their hands, would live stream shock-value content like pranks or mini game shows and would be paid per viewer. Some of the top content makers seemed to focus on testicular torment with the popular ‘Ball Race’ raking in thousands of dollars per show, and all it took was a couple of guys to convince one of their friends to risk not being able to have kids. The obstacle course was rudimentary - literally just some basic props set up in someone’s backyard - the visual overlay of the egg ‘scoreboard’ was nothing fancy and the camera work was basic. The only thing that made ‘Ball Race’ such a hit were the funny impact sound effects and the parade of hot guys who participated. Greg and Terry knew they could do much better than ‘Ball Race’ and Greg already had a model in mind.
--
Greg’s twenty-two year old brother Dominik was home from college break and was laying out at their pool wearing only a tight speedo as he worked on his tan. Their parents were out of town and Dominik was charged with watching Greg and by extension Terry since he was always around. He didn’t mind since the two teens were always into some kind of shenanigans and usually left him alone. But not today.
“Hell no, dweeb, quit asking,” Dominik sighed in annoyance.
Greg had been asking him all week if he would volunteer to be on him and Terry’s new internet show ‘Balls of Steel: Will They Crack?’. Just the title made Dominik cross his legs and squirm and he was definitely not interested after the boys explained the premise. They wanted to kick, punch and shoot things at his nuts, overlaying comical sound effects until they broke. Not actually broke, but they would imply permanent damage by playing a loud, wet bursting noise and flashing a cartoon sperm with a frown on the screen. Dominik would look at the camera and moan exaggeratingly. Even though the boys promised it would be all in good fun, Dominik didn’t want to risk firing blanks - or having his chambers being destroyed entirely - for the internet’s amusement.
Greg frowned and sat next to Terry who was dangling his legs in the pool. The two swimsuit clad friends sat silently for a few moments.
“I take it he said no,” Terry rolled his eyes.
“Let’s just tackle him and force him?” Terry said only half-joking.
Greg was just shy of five-foot eight, a slim yet extremely toned teenager with spiked brown hair and Terry had an equally svelte build. Though their almost complete lack of body fat made the muscle they did have stand out nicely, the two were no match for Dominik. At six-foot ten, Dominik towered more than a foot over them and easily had at least one-hundred fifty pounds on Greg dripping wet. He was jacked with a broad chest, clearly defined pecs and massive biceps. His abs were rock hard and ripped and his torso made an attractive ‘V’ as it disappeared into his speedos. He had equally impressive, muscular legs but it was the mound in his crotch the boys knew would skyrocket their internet show’s ratings. It looked like someone had stuffed two large eggs and a thick sausage into Dominik’s pouch. His package was so obscenely large that Greg and Terry would have thought it was fake had they not caught sight of Dominik’s huge equipment in the locker room. Terry had spilled countless loads fantasizing about his best friend’s sexy older brother.
“Look at him, he’s a fucking Abercrombie model,” Terry said looking at the sunbathing jock longingly.
“Maybe we should try to convince him to start an OnlyFans? I’ll be the fluffer!” Terry laughed.
“Sick man! He’s my brother!” Greg faked like he was going to throw up.
The two laughed as they continued to eye Dominik; Terry fantasizing about ripping off his Speedo and Greg looking at the hapless dumb jock and seeing dollar signs and subscriber counts. There was definitely a lot riding on Dominik’s balls.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Greg said as he nodded toward the house.
Terry got the hint and headed inside with Greg. Dominik hadn’t even noticed they had left until they noisily returned. Terry went back to the side of the pool and Greg stood over Dominik holding something toward him.
“You’re blockin’ the light twerp!” Dominik shouted as if his already-bronzed body needed any more sunlight.
Greg rolled his eyes and handed his brother a beer. Dominik took it and eyed his brother suspiciously.
“What’s this for?”
“It’s for you to keep your mouth shut,”
Greg winked as he made a toasting motion toward Terry and the two teens held up their own beer bottles. Greg took a large swig. Dominik sighed. He wasn’t a huge fan of his underage brother and his friend drinking but he was even less of a fan of them being in the way and harassing him about their dumb internet show. Dominik took a drink and closed his eyes, his arms to his sides, as he soaked up the sun.
Greg joined Terry and the two pretended to drink but were really watching Dominik. Halfway through his bottle, Dominik dropped it onto the pool deck as his upper body seemed to go numb. The color drained from Greg’s face and he turned to Terry.
“Dude! Did you kill my brother?” Greg’s sincere concern was canceled by the absurdity of the question.
Terry laughed.
“No. Besides, no dead bodies are allowed on ShockTube, it’s in their T’s and C’s. Now help me get him in the house,”
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Dominik awoke feeling groggy and confused. He was in the basement gameroom but had no memory of getting there. One minute he was laying by the pool thinking about girls - and guys - and fucking, normal youngman thoughts, and the next he was waking up inside. His head was pounding.
Instinctively he tried to move and quickly realized that he was tied to a chair with his arms behind his back, a sloppy knot around his wrists. His calves were tied to the front legs of the chair and his ankles were forced apart by a crude spreader bar made of a piece of a broom handle and duct tape. It was crude but effective. In front of him a webcam was on a tripod pointed directly at him, slightly down, with its cable running into a laptop on a folding table. There were two tall ring lights blinding him as he tried to survey the scene but he immediately knew what was happening.
“I’m gonna’ kill you and your little friend you creepy little fucker!”
The veins in Dominik’s neck were bulging as he screamed at his little brother and his friend who were nowhere in sight.
The now wide awake jock struggled to get free, his rich baritone voice thundering through the entire house as he demanded to be released. He heard the sound of two footprints coming down the steps and that only made him shout louder. Greg and Terry, now fully dressed in T-shirts and jeans, walked slowly up to Dominik, chuckling.
“You’re finally awake, took long enough,” Greg smiled.
“Yeah, no kidding. Also, what do you eat? Cement? You weigh a fucking ton!”
Though Terry had thoroughly enjoyed getting up close and personal with Dominik’s passed out body, he and Greg had struggled to haul the solid block of muscle into the house and down the stairs.
“Untie me you fucking fairy!” Dominik roared, his face turning red as he became more and more irritated.
“What did you call me”
Dominik immediately stopped shouting as Terry rested the business end of a sledgehammer against his bulging swim trunks, the two huge lumps looking even bigger under the lights.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Dominik pleaded.
Terry raised the huge hammer over the young captive’s lap and Dominik let out a blood-curdling scream. The two teens were momentarily stunned at how horrified Dominik looked, before looking at each other and collapsing into laughter. Dominik looked on in confusion as Terry and Greg were literally rolling on the floor laughing and pointing.
“Did you hear how he screamed! Like a dying cat!”
Dominik could only look on in annoyance as the two continued to laugh at the hulking jock, his powerful muscles useless to stop them. Greg was the first to his feet. Though he was wiping away tears of laughter, in his gut he did feel a little guilty at the terror Terry’s little stunt had filled Dominik with.
“Big bro, you know we wouldn’t really hurt you, right? It’s just for ShockTube”
Greg put his hand on Dominik’s shoulder. Dominik wasn’t exactly reassured.
As Terry sat at the laptop and set up his video editing program, Greg explained how ‘Balls of Steel’ was going to work. Greg was going to take turns kicking, punching and otherwise trying to deflate Dominik’s enormous balls all while his torment was being streamed live. To give the setup more polish, Terry was going to overlay comical sound effects and graphics to amplify the lineage ending shenanigans. At the end of the clip, all Dominik needed to do was look at the camera and say “I think they’re broken!”. To keep Greg on pace and give real-time audience feedback from the live chat, Dominik was going to be speaking to Greg via a headset, the earpiece mostly hidden by Greg’s messy brown hair.
Greg positioned a table behind Dominik that would serve as a backdrop and filled it with all manner of over-the-top instruments of torture that made him queasy even thinking about actually using on Dominik; but they would be especially eye catching to a certain set of viewers. There was the sledgehammer from earlier, a blow torch, hammers, wrenches, vices, even a blender. Basically anything the boys could find around the house that made them stop and say “Hmm, this would take Dominik out of the dating scene!”
Not feeling he had much of a choice, Dominik settled down. At least ShockTube automatically stopped streaming after an hour so there was at least a time limit and Greg continuously promised that Dominik’s reactions - not actual ball pain - would sell the realism, so he wasn’t going to go all in with punishing Dominik’s boys.
“So when do I know it’s time for me to give my big line?” Dominik deadpanned.
“Terry will give you a thumbs up when he flashes the dead sperm graphic, about five minutes before the stream ends,”
A strange thought came to Dominik’s mind.
“Wait! Can I get a safe word,”
“Why?” Greg asked annoyed “It’s all fake, just act like it hurts, but don’t ham it up!”
“But...”
“Okay, we’re starting in three... two... one... action!”
“Welcome to Balls of Steel where we ask man’s most pressing question: How much can a man’s nuts take before they crack,” Greg said in his most serious voice, looking at the camera.
A comical crunching noise interjected the video. Greg stepped away allowing his brother’s beautiful body to be on full display. Terry was sure to let the lingering shot of the big-balled stud on the screen as the viewer count started to rise. If the title and hashtags like ‘ballbusting’ and ‘cbt’ had gotten viewers interested, the tied up porn-star-looking dude being broadcast in 4K is what kept them hooked and lured in more. Since he was supposed to be inserting sound effects and graphics in real-time Terry had to work extra hard at not being entirely distracted by his fantasy man sitting with his legs spread right in front of him.
“First, let’s see what we’re working with,”
Greg knelt down next to Dominik, making sure not to block the view, and grabbed the massive lumps in his shorts tugging them forward so that they bulged even more for the camera. Dominik’s eyes crossed as his wiry yet strong little bro viscously yanked on his spuds.
Greg smiled as Dominik reported in his ear; “Dude, the chat can’t believe how big they look! They wanna’ know if they’re real!”
More viewers logged in.
“Hmm, well I could show you all how real they are, but only in adult only-chat,” Greg laughed.
It was a risky gamble. Taking the stream adults-only was lucrative - since anyone watching had to pay by the minute with a credit card to verify their age - but it could mean underage viewers or people not willing to actively pay for it would be booted out. Terry excitedly gave Greg a thumbs up. Nearly a dozen people had clicked on the button to join the x-rated stream and they still had over an hour to gain viewers.
“Okay, we’re x-rated, and we’re making a dollar a minute... PER VIEWER!” Terry nearly shouted into Greg’s headset.
The view count was up to twenty when Greg grabbed a pair of giant garden shears and ran the tip over Dominik’s Lycra-covered left nut. Beads of sweat formed on Dominik’s forehead as his kid brother used the oversized sheers to snip off his underwear, coming close to actually slicing into his scrotum. With a flourish, Greg pulled off the pieces and let Dominik’s enormous babymakers flop forward.
A graphic declaring “Holy Fuck!’ flashed on the screen and the group chat was exploding as the two huge man eggs took center stage.
“Do they look like they’re made of steel? How long before they break? Let us know in the comments” Greg said with a wink
He squatted down, balled a fist and slammed into Dominik’s sack. Full force. Dominik had actually believed Greg’s promise to only pretend to unleash on his boys but Greg had no intention of keeping his word. He knew his meat-head brother had the fineness of a drunken diplomat, so he wasn’t going to let Dominik ‘act’ like he was in pain, he was actually going to make Dominik be in pain.
Dominik let out a high pitched scream as his brother slammed his fist over and over into his sack. The big shaved things bounced and jiggled but barely deformed.
“Man these things are dense!” Greg chuckled.
“Let’s try mixing it up,”
Left. Right. Left. Right. Greg alternated slamming his fist into his brother’s sack, alternating which nut was struck. Terry was mixing in funny impact sound effects for particularly harsh looking hits and Dominik was yelling, mostly for Greg to stop than out of pain. His stones really were as tough as they were big, though that was a natural phenomenon. Ordinarily Dominik guarded his nuts with his life.
“Greg! Stop! Ooooh!”
Dominik’s eyes crossed as this brother’s fist compressed his beefy right nut into the chair. Dominik let out a shrill scream as Greg laid into his rock-hard testicles not holding anything back and the sack was starting to take a rosy color.
“Stop! Stop! Oooohh!”
Dominik’s abs rippled and he felt a fire in his guts as Greg clasps his hands together to make a single huge fist that he promptly smashed into Dominik’s lap. Dominik threw his head back and screamed as Greg casually looked to the camera.
“These things are tough! Let’s see is any of our tools can help break ‘em,”
There were now fifty people watching, a guaranteed income stream of fifty dollars a minute and this was just their first show. Dominik really should start an OnlyFans, Greg thought. He strolled over to the table and ran his finger over the sledgehammer and the wrench before settling on a small rubber mallet. Though it almost looked cartoonish, the mallet was totally real, the price tag from the hardware store still on the handle. Greg walked in front of Dominik, mindful not to block the camera, and got on his knees. He rubbed the mallet head of Dominik’s juicy right nut.
“I’m gonna’ ask Terry - our special effects guy - to not play any sound effects for this next hit. I want everyone to know that this is a real mallet,”
Greg slammed the mallet full-force into the ground, so hard that his forearm was vibrating as the mallet’s head crashed into the concrete floor. The loud booming impact left no doubt to anyone watching that the mallet was real. Dominik’s eyes grew huge in genuine terror. He wasn’t necessarily afraid that Greg would hurt him on purpose but it wouldn’t be difficult for the showboating teenager to accidentally go overboard and really do some serious damage. Dominik’s entire sex life flashed before his eyes.
Greg lifted the mallet over Dominik’s crotch and sent it down with a whoosh. Dominik let out a deep, petrified scream and the mallet stopped just short of making contact. Greg did that a dozen times at least, filling Dominik with increasing fear until the stud thought his heart was going to explode from his chest. Dominik’s heaving, powerful chest and look of fear must have struck a nerve because several of the audience were now tipping them directly. The chat was blowing up.
“Someone in the chat said ‘stop teasing and smash them already’”, Terry reported.
Greg nodded
CRUNCH
Dominik thought he was going to hurl all over his kid brother as waves of nausea exploded from his sack. The incredibly dense, big organs flattened under the mallet. What was worse, Dominik knew Greg was barely trying, the mallet was just too heavy.
“Greg! No! Stop man, please!”
CRUNCH
Dominik’s nuts were flattened again, this time even harder and the beginning of a bruise was starting to form on the left one. Terry zoomed in
“Aaaaah!”
CRUNCH
“Please! Stop!”
Dominik pleaded, sweating and struggling to escape. Either Greg didn’t realize how much pain he was causing or didn’t care but Dominik was urgently trying to convey the message.
Terry’s eyes grew huge as he looked at the monitor.
“Dude, shut him up! I just got a warning that ‘only willing participants are allowed on ShockTube’. If they pull our stream we lose all our money!”
Greg nodded in acknowledgment and set down the mallet. He took Dominik’s huge heavy left nut in his hand and squeezed between his fingers and thumbs. Dominik’s eyes crossed and he tried to double over but he was tied in place. Still smiling for the camera, Greg leaned and whispered into Dominik’s ear.
“Listen carefully you dumb piece of shit. We are raking in more than a hundred bucks per minute. I swear to God if you don’t shut the fuck up and make it look like you’re playing along I am going to destroy your nuts for real.”
Dominik’s blood ran cold; there was a seriousness and venom in Greg’s tone that made it obvious that there would be very real consequences if he didn’t comply. He might not actually lose a nut but Greg wasn’t one to make idle threats, especially in that tone. Domink gulped and looked into the camera.
“Is that all you got!”
Greg released his death grip on Dominik’s nut in a tacit acknowledgement of their détente. Greg pummeled his brother’s nuts, Dominik being sure to interject his screams with playful taunts about how strong his nuts were.
SPLAT
A nasty bruise was forming on Dominik’s sack. His eyes bulged and he genuinely wanted to warn Greg to get out of the way of what he thought was going to be a spray of vomit.
“Greg please...” he shouted.
“... don’t be such a pussy! Pound them!” he quickly pivoted, remembering that anything that sounded like begging might get the stream banned and unleash Greg’s fury.
At the half hour mark Terry gave a signal.
“Good job, big bro. Halfway done,” Greg whispered in his ear while he squeezed his swollen right nut.
Dominik sighed, his hulking frame completely unable to help him. He was struggling against his bonds, hamming it up like it was part of an act, though he was seriously trying to get loose. Greg kept mouthing things like “They’re gonna’ pop” and “Goodbye balls” that were perfectly clear to Dominik but hidden from the censors. Of course Greg had no intention of actually hurting Dominik, and was stunned his early threat of ruining him had actually worked, but figured he should keep up the charade to keep Dominik in line. In a fight Domink would obviously dominate Greg, but apparently Greg had found his big brother’s rather massive Achilles heels.
SPLAT
SPLAAAT
Greg punched his fists down into Dominik’s lap two more times, sandwiching them against his knuckles and the seat. Dominik roared in pain and had to fight back an uncontrollable scream as he noticed a large red bruise forming on his ball bag.
“Next, let’s try some kicks!”
Greg lifted his leg and placed the soul of his barefoot on Dominik’s nuts. They felt even bigger than they looked as he gently rolled them, looking deep into his brother’s pleading eyes as he applied more and more pressure.
Dominik let out a yelp as his nuts flattened out suddenly under Greg’s foot. Greg nearly lost his balance but compensated by pressing down even harder. Dominik’s mouth made an ‘O’ but no sound came out as his enormous testicles were compressed to nearly half their normal size. Greg placed his hands on his crushing knee and leaned in, placing even more pressure on it.
CRUNCH
“You know, if I keep bouncing on it like this, I might actually be able to pop it,”
Dominik’s eyes grew huge in terror. It was the first time Greg had openly threatened to pop his nuts out loud for everyone to hear.
CRUNCH
Greg applied even more weight, his brothers massive nuts flattened out again. Dominik screamed.
CRUUUUNCH
Dominik’s eyes rolled into his head as his hands frantically tried to break free. Greg’s face took on a sinister expression. He had no intention of hurting Dominik, but his balls were so fucking big, just like the kinds he loved reading about getting busted - and destroyed.
CRUNCH
“Fuck!” Dominik wailed as his testicles flattened even more.
They felt like two impossibly dense patties under Greg’s foot, and he felt like they would rupture if he applied any more force. So of course he pressed in again.
CRUUUUNCH
Terry was expertly mixing in gross crunching sound effects as Greg’s foot demolished his brother’s balls. Dominik let out a drone as Greg started bouncing his weight on his sack, loving the feeling of the big flattened things plumping slightly before being squashed again. Dominik had just gotten used to the sick rhythm when he felt his entire world shatter.
THUD
“Oooooh!”
CRUNCH THUD
Greg was kicking and stomping into Dominik’s lap like a man possessed, sending Dominik’s seed pods rocketing around in his bag. Dominik had taken kicks on the football field before but this was different. These kicks were nonstop and deliberate. He rocked in his chair as he felt his hands starting to work free, but his legs were still secured tightly.
“Ooooh!”
THUD SPLAT SPLAT
Greg was working up a sweat.
“Why...” CRUNCH
“...won’t” CRUNCH
“They...” CRUNCH
“Break?” CRUNCH
Greg laughed into the camera, but Dominik was hardly in a laughing mood. He was screaming and crying, trying desperately to stay in character, egging his brother on - as if he needed encouragement.
“Oh yea! Pop my nuts!” Dominik screamed, ironically in an attempt to spare his nuts.
Greg seemed to have interpreted it literally.
THUD CRUUUUNCH
Dominik’s face was a mask of sickening pain, every muscle in his hot body tensed as Greg stomped on his baby making factories and ground his foot in, Greg thoroughly enjoying the big boys struggling to maintain their shape. He was so excited that he did it again. And again. And again.
“Dude! You’re getting hard,” Terry chuckled, pointing at his buddy’s growing erection.
Greg flushed in embarrassment as he removed his foot from Dominik’s extremely swollen sack.
“So Terry, how much longer do I have?”
“About fifteen minutes,”
“Wow, we only have fifteen minutes to crack this sack! Time to get serious!”
Greg pretended to mull the various tools of bag destruction on the table before settling on a huge Nurf-style dart gun. Dominik recognized it from when they were kids and while he wasn’t afraid of the toy’s plastic projectiles, he knew Greg’s mind could come up with all kinds of wicked ways to use it.
Greg stepped back and fired at Dominik’s crotch. He let out a whimper as the plastic ball struck his sack. Greg stepped closer and fired. Then another step. The impacts, though hardly punches, were getting harder and harder with each step until Greg was sitting between Dominik’s legs, firing the gun rapidly from point blank range. Dominik screamed and writhed as the harmless plastic balls collided with his already battered balls so hard that the projectiles were denting and it felt like Dominik’s flesh and blood balls were about to do the same.
“Ooooh fuck!” Dominik wailed, embarrassed that a child’s toy was making him scream three octaves higher.
Dominik’s sack was a disturbing shade of purplish-red with streaks of blue, so sensitive a strong breeze would have been painful, let alone plastic balls being shot at speed. Dominik was giving a lovely operatic performance of rich baritone mixed with castrato shrieks and staccato yodels. His pecs were bouncing up and down as his entire body convulsed disproportionately to the impacts of the plastic balls that were steadily wearing at the outer shell of his testicles. The only reprieve he had was the short time it took Greg to reload. The streaming audience was loving the show and the chat was erupting with jokes about how weak the big strong man’s balls really were that a toy was making him dance in his chair. Although most of the shaking and jarring was real, some of it was exaggerated, Dominik using it to further work on breaking his bonds.
“They still will not break!”
Greg put down the gun and grabbed Dominik’s right nut. It was hugely swollen and blotched with bruises. Dominik winced as Greg squeezed it between his thumb and finger, digging into the markedly soft tissue.
“Hey, Terry at the control booth. How much longer are these going to last?”
Terry played a graphic of a radar scope and some beeps and boops like a scifi scanning device before flashing text on the screen.
“THEY’RE ABOUT TO BURST”
The live chat was going crazy. Greg gave Dominik’s ball a final devastating squeeze that elicited a funny sharp yelp from his muscular brother before stepping off camera and returning a short time later a car battery that had jumper cables attached to the terminals. To demonstrate that the battery was no prop, Greg clashed the cables together and grinned as sparks flew. Dominik thought he was going to shit on himself, literally. Greg and his dorky friend had taken this way too far, he thought.
“Greg! Man! What’re you doing!”
Dominik was in a complete panic. Every molecule of his massive body was tearing at his restraints which were becoming more loose by the second.
“Greg, stop! Cut it out man!”
Greg just grinned as he brought the clamps closer to Dominik’s colossal nut sack; Terry had the perfect sound effect of a large electric arc already queued up.
“You guys ready for me to fry these eggs?” Greg asked the audience.
“What the...”
Greg was tackled to the floor by Dominik who had broken free, driven by terror and adrenaline. Terry acted fast and killed the stream early showing what was supposed to be the final graphic; a blank screen with a cartoon sperm with X’s for eyes to indicate it was dead and the words “Balls of Steel? Guess Not!”
Terry looked on, too stunned to move as Dominik and his brother wrested on the floor. Dominik’s hulking size allowed him to quickly overpower Greg even with the constant throb between his legs. As if to show off just how much more power Dominik had than Greg, Dominik grabbed Greg by the hair and effortlessly lifted him to his feet.
CRUNCH
Greg thought he was going to vomit as his beefy bro’s knee crushed his nuts.
CRUNCH
Greg screamed as Dominik’s knee again found his boys. Terry screamed for Dominik to stop as he threw Greg into the seat and tied him up with his legs spread. Terry jumped on Dominik’s back in a futile attempt to stop him, but Dominik just grabbed Terry by the bicep and flung the scrawny teen aside. In hindsight, Dominik was glad he hadn’t ripped Terry’s shoulder out of its socket. Terry lay on his back motionless.
“Terry!” Greg screamed in genuine panic. His brawny brother had just tossed his best friend like a ragdoll and now he wasn’t moving.
“Dominik, I think Terry’s hurt... Oooh!”
CRUUUNCH CRUUUNCH
Greg’s eyes felt like they were going to bulge out their sockets and his stomach filled with a primal fiery ache as Dominik’s fists piston pounded his sack into the seat of the chair. Dominik practically lived at the gym and was in peak physical fitness; his size alone would have made him formidable never mind that he appeared to be made of nothing but muscle. And now all of that raw strength was focused on making sure only Dominik would be able to give their parent’s grandkids.
CRUUUNNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH!
“Oh! Stop! Oooooh!”
Greg was hysterical as his hunky brother grunted and fumed in uncontrollable rage, pounding Greg’s nuts until they were red and starting to swell. Dominik was pumped with adrenaline and fury so wasn’t thinking straight but even in his altered state he could tell he was risking doing real permanent damage to Greg’s nuts. But he didn’t care. His massive fists were squashing Greg’s grapes into sour wine, smashing them so hard that Dominik could feel the chair seat through Greg’s swelling teenage nuts.
“STOP!” Greg screamed, rocking the chair so hard that it tipped over.
Dominik just stood up, lined his toe over his screaming brother’s sack and let loose.
“Dominik! You’ll fucking kill him stop!”
Terry had recovered from being dazed and ran toward Dominik, but was held back effortlessly by one outstretched arm while Dominik landed a dozen blows to Greg’s balls. He could feel Greg’s nuts flattening and bouncing, being horribly fucked up under each blow. Greg’s nuts were being demolished and it was evident that the big man really could pluck Greg from the gene pool.
“Doms!” Greg shrieked through sobs and something snapped in Dominik’s head.
‘Doms’ is what Greg used to call his big brother when he was first learning how to walk and talk. The mispronounced nickname stuck until Greg became a teenager and decided he was too ‘grown up’ to use it any more. But now Greg was calling out his brother’s childhood nickname in a frantic effort to convey to his out of control brother how urgent the situation was. Greg was literally a few more vicious kicks away from suffering at least one ruptured testicle.
“Whoa! Whoa!”
Dominick said as he backed away with his hands up, stunned at what he’d just done. He was so much bigger than Greg that he knew the situation could have gotten really ugly, really fast.
“Bastard!” Terry lunged at Dominik but was deflected by a quick punch to Terry’s crotch.
As Greg sobbed and tried to work himself loose from the fallen chair, Terry fell to his knees groaning, landing right in front of Dominik.
CRUNCH
“CHRIST!”
Terry thought he was going to black out as Dominik kicked him so hard between his legs he was lifted from the ground. Terry was yanked to his feet by the hair and Dominik’s knee slammed into his groin over and over and over and over. Terry lost count, he struggled futilely to escape while Dominik just laughed in his face.
“You dumb little cocksucker. Greg’s my baby brother, dude. I’d never really hurt him no matter how pissed off I got. But I have absolutely no problem popping your cherries,”
CRUNCH. CRUUUNCH
Dominik was not making an empty threat. Unlike before when he was in a blind rage, he was now fully in control of his faculties, knowing that he could easily destroy Terry’s berries and was consciously determined not to stop until he felt a satisfying double pop.
“Terry!” Greg screamed, amazed at how much better at knot tying Dominik was compared to him.
“I’ll do anything! Please!”
Terry shrieked, his nuts throbbing. Dominik landed his huge knee one more time into Terry’s crotch before throwing him to the ground. Terry landed on his knees again and before he knew what was happening Dominik had grabbed the back of his head and was forcing his nose into his nutsack. Dominik winced as the handsome twink’s nose poked his still sore nuts.
“Suck it, loser!” Dominik barked.
Terry looked up at the guy he had dreamed about for years and despite the situation quickly had Dominik’s semi-hard cock in his mouth. Dominik kept a firm grasp on Terry’s blond head, moaning in pleasure as the eager cocksucker expertly worked his shaft until it was at full attention.
“Mmmpmmmm”
Terry moaned as eleven inches of thick jock cock was rammed down his throat. Drool was streaking down his face as he struggled to keep up with Dominik’s frantic skull fucking. Terry was trying to enjoy himself but Dominik didn’t care if the kid was enjoying it or not. Terry’s warm throat felt amazing and the horny jock was piston fucking Terry’s face violently, causing his swollen balls to slam Terry’s chin so hard it hurt them both.
“Mmmmmpmmm!”
Terry thought the brutal throat fucking was going to make him throw up. His eyes were watering and he was desperately trying to push Dominik away but that just made Dominik want to degrade him even more.
“Suck it bitch!”
Dominik growled as he rammed his dick so far down Terry’s throat it was bulging, the outline of his bulbous head clearly visible in Terry’s throat. Terry was gagging and choking but Dominik just held his head in place. Greg was working himself loose, his own balls throbbing, screaming out in horror as he watched his big brother raping his best friend.
“I bet your ass is so fucking tight, I know you want it...”
Terry had barely registered the words before he was being lifted up like a sex doll and heaved over Dominik’s shoulder. The burly stud cleared a space on the prop table - sending hammers and wrenches tumbling to the ground, before throwing Terry against it, grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to bend over, the perky virgin ass sticking straight up. Dominik ripped down Terry’s jeans.
“Dominik no! It’s too big!” Terry shrieked but it was too late.
His forced blow job had gotten Dominik to full mast and the sight of Terry’s toned ass was just too tempting.
“I know you want it, you fucking faggot!”
Dominik scowled as he plunged his entire beer can cock into Terry. The young kid’s entire body seized as nearly a foot of cock slammed into his prostate, flooding his ass with its hot, massive length. Terry felt so full he thought Dominik’s cock was going to knock his front teeth forward.
“Oh!”
Dominik was grunting and screaming in pleasure like an animal as he totally demolished the slim teenager bent over the table. Terry tried to fight back but it was like he had been mounted by a bull who wasn’t going to stop until he was finished. Dominik wasn’t even trying to make the experience enjoyable for Terry. In fact, the nerdy teen’s screams fueled Dominik’s rage fuck as he thought back about how cavalier Terry had been to his own pain. Dominik’s hole was being torn wide open as Dominik plowed all the way in and all the way out, jabbing Terry’s abused hole.
“Stop!” Terry screamed out.
Dominik just pulled Terry forward, forcing him to arch his back, and nibbled at his ear as he continued to pound Terry’s brains out. By now Greg was mostly free, desperate to save his friend but the prison-yard-style fucking continued apace. Terry gasped and cried out as his cock, which had gotten hard by the constant pounding of his prostate, let out a single rope of jizz. It was the first time Terry had ever cum totally out of his control and he hated it. Unfortunately for him, Terry’s orgasm caused his stretched guts to tighten, massaging Dominik’s cock. It was too much stimulation.
“OH SHIT”
