The Story of Jobe

It was an oppressively hot summer afternoon in Chrysanthemum Heights, a tony subdivision outside of the city and virtually everyone was locked in their giant brick houses basking in air conditioning or lounging on their pool decks trying to ignore the heat. Jobe Masterson and his son Sam were in the latter group. 

Jobe was in his early fifties and his son was twenty-two, both of them were glistening with sweat as they sat under umbrellas along the pool. They were in a suburb of hundreds of homes but the tall brick walls between yards made it seem like they were sitting at a secluded resort. 

Jobe and Sam looked very similar except Jobe, as expected, had a more aged face and weathered skin but he - like his son - was in excellent shape. No one would confuse Jobe and Sam of being brothers, Jobe looked too old for that, but the older Daniels still got his fair share of looks at the gym, the grocery store and frankly anywhere else attractive women clapped eyes on him.

In a way Sam appreciated how attractive his dad was since it meant he would have literally decades to enjoy stunning good looks based on his genes. The two had been alone in life for as long as Sam could remember, his mother had died when he was a kid, and Jobe treated Sam just like one of the guys as soon as he was barely old enough to drink a beer. Sam didn’t mind. Almost.

Although Jobe and Sam got along for the most part, there was one trait - or rather two - that Sam found tiring about his father. Sam had a pretty big package thanks to his dad’s alpha male seed, but Jobe’s balls were absolutely massive. Huge oblong nuts that strained the fabric of any underwear were complimented with a thick, veiny cock that was bigger soft than most guys' hard. Matched with a muscular physique that looked twenty years his junior, Jobe was one extremely hot daddy and he knew it.

Jobe wasn’t arrogant, per se, but he knew full-well what he was packing, both in his shorts and with his abs and pecs. The straight jock would regularly flirt with guys who he caught peeking at him in the locker room, stringing them along for his own ego. Outside the gym he would only buy certain brands of jeans and slacks because he knew their cuts showed off his best assets, making his mounding crotch bulge perfectly against the fabric and leaving little to the imagination. Jobe loved the attention it garnered. Sam wasn’t so enthusiastic.

Sam got along with his father for the most part but Jobe’s cockiness was a thorn in Sam’s side. Several of Jobe’s highschool boyfriends had openly fawned over Jobe - and Jobe never explicitly turned them down. In college, Jobe had strung along Jeff, one of Sam’s roommates (and potential love interest), for an entire year. Jobe had no interest in actually hooking up with Jeff, he just got off on the power dynamic of a hot straight DILF wrecking the hole of some cock hungry twink. Sam was disgusted.

SPLASH

Sam had been lounging, lost in thought lounging so hadn’t noticed Jobe jump into the pool and do a few laps. The toned older stud seemed perfectly happy doing laps whilst Sam started to nod off even ignoring the sound of a car in the driveway and people approaching the gate to the backyard.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” came a booming voice.

It was Chet, one of Sam’s friends, followed closely by their mutual friend Trevor. Chet and Trevor were Sam’s age and Trevor was carrying a cooler full of wine coolers.

Sam looked at them bewildered. He was happy to see them, their visit was just unexpected. To Sam’s annoyance, he noticed his dad was paying keen attention to Chet and Trevor as they sat next to Sam. He’s probably just waiting to show off, Sam thought. 

Chet explained that the heat had killed power to the part of the city they lived in and they headed over to cool off... after having seen Jobe’s scantily-clad Instagram of him lounging at the pool earlier. 

“I sent you a text, man!” Chet smiled. 

Sure enough, Sam saw a single unread text “Too fucking hot in the city, we’re on our way. See you in a half hour!” that was sent about a half hour ago. 

The three grabbed a drink and relaxed, chatting as Jobe continued swimming laps. 

“Hey boys! Nice surprise!”

Jobe climbed out of the pool and shook his wet hair dramatically like he was a model at a photoshoot. Chet and Trevor smiled, obviously ogling him as he approached. 

Sam was growing increasingly annoyed at his dad’s naked, egotistical ‘flirting’ but tried to ignore it but it was hard for Chet and Trevor to resist basically staring at the huge mound in Jobe’s trunks and his package looked even bigger soaking wet and clinging to his oversized testicles.

“...are you smuggling oranges?” Chet roared in laughter. It was clear he was talking about Jobe’s bulging trunks.

Sam didn’t even recall what juvenile line of conversation had lead Chet to make the joke but Jobe was clearly enjoying it. A few minutes later Jobe was joking with Trevor that he should ‘reach in and see’. Everyone but Sam was laughing.

Trevor made a playful motion as if he was actually going to do it and Jobe, miscalculating Trevor’s motion (or more likely, a purposeful ‘mistake’) stepped into Trevor’s reach. Trevor let out a genuine gasp as his open palm rested on Jobe’s bulge. Trevor flushed red as he felt them through the thin fabric - they felt enormous, even bigger than they looked. Trevor laughed off the ‘accident’ with a laugh - letting his hand linger - before withdrawing it.

The four hung out for a few more minutes before another car pulled up. Sam’s coworker Tim and Tim’s boyfriend Drake joined the small party wearing only their Speedos. Their power was out too, and after seeing a Snapchat of Trevor at Sam’s they decided to invite themselves over. The six of them lounged at the pool alternating between the chaise lounge, the pool and the cooler for a refill. 

Everything seemed innocent enough; just five twenty-somethings lounging at the pool on a hot day at one of their dad’s house, but Sam could clearly see Jobe was enjoying all the attention he was getting from his friends. There were dumb jokes about how the stitches of Jobe’s trunks busting open from the mass they were holding back or how Jobe could use them as a floatation device. Tim and Drake weren’t even trying to hide their semihard cocks and Chet was talking faster and more than normal; a clear sign he was becoming flustered by Jobe’s awesome sex appeal. 

A bit later, Jobe and Trevor were in the pool playing a childish game of tag while Sam and the others sipped on their drinks under an umbrella. 

“Man, Sam. You’re dad is fucking hot,” Tim smiled.

Sam cut him an annoyed look that only made Tim burst out laughing.

“He’s not wrong,” Chet nodded as he looked at Jobe’s muscular body splashing around the pool. 

Jobe noticed he’d become the center of attention so he turned to Trevor and joked, “I have a new rule for our game! Tags only count if you tap the other guy’s balls!”

“Huh?... Oooh!” Trevor grabbed his junk after Jobe gave it a surprisingly hard slap under the water.

“You’re it!” Jobe laughed as he swam away.

Soon everyone but Sam had jumped in the pool; if their ‘game’ had any rules they weren’t evident. It was just Jobe and four young guys splashing and playing like teenagers while Trevor, Chet, Tim and Drake all used the opportunity to ‘tag’ Jobe. Feeling brave Trevor reached out to tap Jobe on the nuts, only he grabbed Jobe’s bulge instead and gave it a slight squeeze. The water made it hard for the others to immediately see what was happening but Jobe’s stunned face and partially crossed eyes made it obvious what had happened.

Trevor rolled Jobe’s huge right nut through the fabric for only a second but for Jobe it felt like an hour. 

“Tag! You’re it!” Trevor laughed.

Sam watched, sitting at the edge of the pool with just his feet in the water. As the dumb game continued - and the boys continued to focus more and more on tapping Jobe’s bulge harder and harder. Jobe made exaggerated faces of pain on every impact and at first everyone assumed he was joking but Tim was the first to realize Jobe wasn’t faking it. Apparently Jobe’s balls were not very big, but very sensitive. Very very sensitive.

Jobe’s eyes crossed after Drake grabbed a nut and gave it a viscous squeeze. Something that would have made most men wince - at best - but made Jobe let out a funny yodel. Everyone erupted into laughter and the strange noise, even Jobe. Finally realizing that the boys were seriously targeting his babymakers, Jobe looked at Drake and grinned, as he grabbed his crotch under the water.

“Don’t make me have to teach you a lesson, young man,”, shaking his bulging crotch as if threatening - or tempting - Trevor.

Tim swam up behind Jobe and boldly reached between his legs, grabbing the bottom of his bulge from behind. Jobe gasped.

“Ya’ know this sounds like the setup to a movie I saw last night,” Tim laughed.

“Oh brother...” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Which one? Four Twinks, One Daddy?” Trevor laughed.

“Hey! I’m no twink!” Drake shot back in comic faux-annoyance. He flexed his svelte arms like he was a bodybuilder and everyone laughed.

“Well we all can’t be beefer fuckers like the Mastersons,” Chet looked up at Sam and winked, admiring his friend’s muscular body before immediately turning his attention back to the main attraction. Mr. Masterson is so fucking hot! Chet thought.

Jobe was loving the attention, knowing he had whipped all four of the young men in the pool into a frenzy, each of them thinking this will finally be the time when Mr. Masterson bends me over... that’s when Sam had a devious idea that might finally teach his dad a lesson.

He jumped into the pool and joined the game. Sam swam straight for his dad as fas ad he could, extending his fist under the water just in time for it to collide full force with Jobe’s right massive right nut. Even with water resistance, the punch was quite hard and Jobe’s eyes crossed as he yelped.

“Tag! You’re it, dad!” 

All five of them took turns pummeling Jobe’s nuts, occasionally going after each other though not nearly as hard. Jobe was yodeling and yelping in a high pitch that seemed totally out of place coming out of his tall, muscled body. Everyone but Sam was rock hard, all of them getting off on how Jobe - still playing it cool - was actually frantically trying to escape the circling lads. Out of all of them though, Sam was landing the most brutal blows, smiling evilly as the source of Jobe’s teasing sex appeal flattened in - or under - his fists.

CRUNCH

Sam smiled wickedly after giving Jobe’s nut an extremely hard squeeze, his muscular arm bulging from effort. The amount of strength Sam was pouring into it was obvious and Tim and Drake found themselves getting even more horny as Jobe screamed like a little girl.

“Okay! Time out!” Job climbed out of the pool clutching his nuts, walking with a legitimate limp to a pool chair.

Sam and his four friends climbed out and stood over him. Mr. Masterson had splayed out spreadeagle, staring into the sky with a pained expression. Jobe knew his balls were especially sensitive, a dirty little secret he’d managed to keep hidden until now. Why’d I have to go for his balls in the first place! Jobe thought

As they chatted, debating what lazy-day activity they should do next, Sam looked down at his dad’s mounding crotch. It looked even bigger and more ridiculously massive from this angle. It also looked incredibly vulnerable, a huge target perched above Jobe’s toned body. 

“Hey guys, ever wanted to knock a jock down a peg or two?” Sam said , his tone making it seem like he was setting up a joke.

“Well, there’s five of us and one oversized jock. Three twinks, a young jock and and old jock... seems like good odds?”

Trevor looked confused but Chet seemed to be picking up on what Sam was doing.

“Yea, I get it. I’ll grab this arm...” Chet grabbed Jobe’s muscular arm and held it surprisingly tight.

“Oh and we’ll grab the legs!”

Tim and Drake grabbed an ankle each and pulled.

Trevor laughed, “And I have his other arm!”

Sam looked down at Jobe who was laughing and playing along. He was being held down in an X shape, totally vulnerable to his son’s machinations. 

CRUNCH

Without warning Sam lunged down and landed with his elbow onto Jobe’s swim trunks. Sam smiled when he realized his elbow had dug deep into Jobe’s bulge. Very deep. Without the water resistance, Sam could feel just how malleable Jobe’s nuts were. Perfect!

Jobe’s mouth opened wide but nothing came out. 

“Holy fuck! Was that a real hit!” Drake gasped.

“Jesus it actually dented! Did you see that!” Trevor laughed looking at Jobe’s crotch.

“Yeah, I think he’s been packing his shorts with a sock this whole time!” Chet joked.

“Let’s test it!”

Sam knelt down and slammed his fists over and over into Jobe’s sack, eliciting high pitched, desperate screams. Jobe’s huge bulge compressed almost comically with each blow. It actually did look like two giant gel-filled toy balls were being flattened, but those were Jobe’s actual testicles. They were unusually ill-equipped to resist any deformation.

“Nope, they feel like real balls to me!”

Everyone except Jobe laughed. Jobe, still wanting to play along, stared up in agony as his young captors made jokes at his expense.

“I wonder if you could permanently dent it, man!” Tim said only half joking.

“Let’s find out!”

“SAM DON’T!”

CRUNCH

“OOOOOOH SHIT!” 

Jobe let out a full throated, primal scream that made his abs tense up. Sam’s fists were pistons slamming into his bulge and sinking into them like clay.

“He’s being a little loud...”

Sam whispered something into Tim’s ear and Tim smiled ear to mischievous ear. Sam took his dad’s leg so that Tim could step away long enough to take off his tight swim trunks, letting his semihard, very fat dick and modest nuts hang free. Tim resumed his post holding Jobe’s right leg and Sam took the swimming briefs and held them over Jobe’s face.

“Now, now. We’re just some kids having fun, you don’t wanna’ be a boomer and stop, right?”

Jobe laughed.

“Good! Because if you keep making noise we might have to gag you...” Sam said the last part with a smile and a laugh, like he was just joking, but he wasn’t.

He resumed pounding Jobe’s bulge until he struck a particular nerve in Jobe’s right nut and instead of the funny yodels, Jobe let out a panicked, baritone scream. Sure to invite unwanted attention.

“Okay, I warned you!”

Sam’s friends gasped as Sam stuffed Tim’s swimwear into his dad’s screaming mouth. Jobe looked stunned, almost scared, and seeing Mr. Masterson spread out, gagged and a little scared got Tim and Drake rock hard. Unlike Drake, Tim’s six inch beer can cock was fully visible for all to see. 

Chet laughed as Jobe talked into his gag. He wasn’t screaming or begging, just trying to speak in a surprisingly calm manner, though no one present really cared what he had to say. It was clear to Sam that Jobe still thought they guys were just clowning around.

“Keep him held down,”

Sam went inside and came back out with a rubber mallet from his dad’s tool box. Tim’s cock started dripping and Jobe seemed mildly panicked as Sam squatted down and gently rubbed the head of the mallet over Jobe’s huge, bulging swim trunks. Even the slight pressure was enough to make Jobe wince like a baby.

“You think you’re so hot strutting around with this bulging out. Leading all these guys on...” Sam began.

Trevor and the others nodded in agreement. Mr. Masterson was a tease...

“Well it also helps that he’s a muscle stud, let’s be honest!” Chet chimed in.

Sam nodded in agreement, flexing his own muscles that he’d inherretted from his dad.

“True, true. But we can’t really do anything about that, but there are lots of hot guys who don’t have a line of twinks lining up behind them, who don’t show off constantly...”

Even though Sam was keeping his tone light, it was becoming evident that he wasn’t kidding around.

“Yeah, that’s true. Professor Norris was buffer than your dad, but he doesn’t rile me up as much...” Drake agreed,

Sam nodded.

“Hmm. So what is it about my dad that makes you all just lose your shit? Could it possibly be... this?”

CRUNCH

Jobe’s high pitch squeal was almost entirely muffled by the drunks in his mouth. Sam had barely tapped his ridiculously mounding bulge with the mallet but Jobe’s overly sensitive nuts made it seem like they had cracked open. This is going to be fun, he thought as he gently tapped his dad’s fat nuts again. 

“Oh, definitely those balls!” Drake laughed.

“Yeah! They’re mesmerizing. I remember even back in high school thinking how hot it would be to have your dad’s junk in my face...”

Sam laughed as his friends openly ogled his hot dad. He knew everyone found is dad hot, especially his bulge, but didn’t realize just how crotch-centric their obsession was. Jobe’s body was a masterwork, he had a playful personality, he was successful in his career and he overall wasn’t a dick (except for his cocky flirting) but after a few minutes of graphic, candid chat everyone agreed it was Jobe’s massive bulge that elevated Jobe from simply being ‘hot’ to being irresistible.

“Well let’s do an experiment then, shall we gentlemen? Let’s see if you all find my old man so hot if his bulge was dented into a decent size.”

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Sam slammed the mallet full force into Jobe’s trunks, flattening the squishy orbs nearly flat. Jobe screamed into his gag but if the neighbors heard anything over the high stone walls it was just muffled noise. Sam was impressed that his average-to-scrawny friends were able to keep the now frantic Jobe held in place.  Sam worked up a sweat before setting down the mallet. Jobe’s face was red and his pecs were heaving up and down as he tried to regain his composure. Despite the abuse, his massive bulge was just as big as ever.

“Okay guys, I need him on the ground!” 

As if Trevor, Chet, Tim and Drake had rehearsed it, they worked as one to drag-carry Jobe off the chaise lounge onto the grass. Jobe nearly escaped, but the young men he had been teasing since high school were proving to be tougher than they looked.

Sam ran inside and came back wearing his tennis shoes. He grinned wickedly down at his dad as he placed his heel on Job’s fat bulge and pressed slightly. Most men wouldn’t even have flinched but Jobe swore his testicles were rupturing, his muscles tensing in horror. The anticipation alone was....

CRUUUUNCH

Sam stomped down full force, not stopping until he felt his dad’s pelvis, Jobe’s enormous nuts flattened like a pancake. For a fraction of a second the legendary Jobe Masterson bulge was completely flat but promptly plumped back up when Sam lifted his foot. 

“That’s fucking hot!” Tim’s mouth was literally watering as he watched Sam wrecking his own dad’s bulge. The same gargantuan, fabric stretching organs he had been jerking off about for years.

“What do you think guys...”

CRUNCH

“...should I try to flatten it? Finish our experiment!”

CRUNCH

Jobe was screaming like a banshee as his son stomped the giant target between his legs but his agony was nearly totally muffled. 

 

Sam alternated between stomping, the mallet and his fists for nearly an hour; he and the guys made every juvenile joke about ‘cracking Jobe’s nuts’ they could. “Scramble those eggs!”, “Burst his bubble!”, “Dent his dick!”.

Jobe’s nuts were swelling horribly as the hunky DILF struggled against the twinks who were holding him down. Unfortunately for him, that just made his already huge bulge look even bigger which was making Sam even more determined to crush it flat.

Suddenly Tim burst out laughing. 

“Aww, hot daddy is crying!” 

Jobe looked horribly embarrassed; little did had he realized all of those years of teasing would lead to this. 

“It’s my turn! Take my spot, Sam!”

Sam gladly took over Tim’s position holding Jobe down. Tim used his barefoot to slam straight down on Jobe’s massive bulge. Jobe’s eyes turned into saucers as Tim’s foot pulverized his spuds. Tim’s cock, which was already leaking, shot a spurt of precum from the feeling of Jobe’s big nuts bulging under his foot.

CRUNCH

Tim didn’t hesitate to stomp again. And again. And again... and again. Tim didn’t weigh much but he might as well have been an elephant. Jobe was hysterical; even with Sam and his friends holding his limbs down Jobe nearly broke free multiple times. Tim couldn’t believe how squishy Jobe’s bulge was. They flattened nearly completely with each blow and the look of Jobe’s bulge flattening mercilessly was making Drake hard. Really hard.

“Okay, it’s my turn!” Drake shouted.

Drake and Tim switched places. Drake ran into the house and fetched a pool cue from the game room. He used the sharp tip to poke Jobe’s bulge, one lump at a time as hard as he could. Jobe’s eyes crossed in agony; the pinpoint pain was beyond belief. His huge bulge looked like a lump of wet clay being dented by a giant finger. 

“Fuck dude! I hope your dad doesn’t want any more kids!” 

Everyone laughed.

Jobe’s screams were totally muffled by the swimsuit-gag in his mouth. His neighbors were totally oblivious. It was starting to turn twilight but Mr. Masterson’s hulking bulge might as well have had a spotlight on it.

CRUUUNCH

“Why are we doing this again?” Chet laughed.

“See if we can take him down a peg!” Sam laughed. 

After Drake had his fun poking Jobe’s bulge with the cue, it was Chet’s turn. Then Drake’s again. Then Trevor. 

Jobe’s balls continued to swell in his tight swim trunks, the enormous organs literally stretching the fabric. His manhood literally looked like it was going to burst out of his shorts. Sam was loving it. This should teach him to be so cocky, he thought. 

Tim was up next. He asked the guys to spread Jobe’s muscular legs as far as they could. Then he stood between Jobe’s legs, reared back his leg then sent his bare foot slamming into Jobe’s bulge. It felt - and looked - amazing. Jobe’s bulge literally dented. It had barely plumped back before Tim kicked him again. Jobe screamed and begged, struggling like crazy and totally shocked that three twinks and his son were enough to hold him down. The friends were struggling, but they were keeping Jobe down and vulnerable but Jobe was also losing strength as his agony went off the charts. He could hardly think. His muscles were glistening and tensing, making him look even hotter.

“Fuck, he looks so hot! Like an action figure!” 

Chet licked his lips as Jobe’s muscular body writhed and struggled. He looked incredibly hot. But his bulge was still the star of the show.

CRUUUNCH

Tim’s foot slammed into Jobe’s sack one more time before Sam took his turn.

“So, fellas, it looks even bigger! Wonder if we could flatten it for real!”

Everyone cheered as Sam squatted between his dad’s spread legs and slammed the rubber mallet directly onto Jobe’s absolutely huge, swollen mound. Sam couldn’t have missed the big target if he tried. Jobe’s body convulsed as his manhood was flattened over and over. The visual of the massive lumps flattening was both comical and hot but what the young men couldn’t see through the fabric was that Jobe’s nuts were swollen, purple and bruised.  Sam hammered and pounded, totally ignoring Jobe’s increasingly urgent pleading - not like he could hear them anyway.

“So guys, still think he’s ‘so hot’?” Sam asked.

CRUNCH CRUNCH 

Sam’s four friends all nodded.

“... What about without this?” 

Sam grabbed his dad’s huge, busted right nut through his shorts and squeezed as hard as he could.

Tim laughed “Without that? I think I’d still find your dad hot as fuck...” 

Tim took a risk from holding down his assigned limb with both hands so that he could run a finger along Jobe’s rippled abs. They literally felt like a washboard, in permanent tension from unbearable pain. A couple hours earlier, Jobe would have taken advantage of Tim dropping his guard but now he was too exhausted from pain and panic. Just in case, Tim quickly resumed holding Jobe’s leg down with both hands.

“After all, he’d still have one nut!” Tim laughed.

Sam squeezed harder. Jobe nearly blacked out.

SQUISH 

Sam grasped his dad’s enormous, squishy nut through the thin fabric, sandwiching it between both of his palms. He was amazed at how little fight the big thing put up; it was clearly built for looks and not strength. And it’s strength was starting to give out.

“Well one of his nuts is so fucking big his bulge would still be as big as mine whole!” Trevor joked. 

Sam’s biceps flexed and his face was fixed in effort.

SQUISH

Jobe’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body went limp. His chest was heaving.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

SQUISH

Sam’s palms inched closer together....

SQUIIISH

And closer...

“Fuck dude!” Tim nearly shot his load. His eyes were transfixed on Jobe’s flattening right nut. Everyone could literally see the giant lump getting flatter and flatter. 

SQUISH

Jobe screamed.

SQUISH

Sam was loving the feeling of his cocky dad being knocked down a peg. Suddenly his palms got even closer together, the nut-stuffed fabric bulging between his hands. 

“Pwwwze!” Jobe screamed at the top of his lungs... only a weak muffle came out.

POP

Sam’s eyes grew huge and he immediately released his old man’s nut just a fraction of a second too late. He felt something pop... then burst between his hands that were now less than a half inch apart. Tim nearly shot his load. Half of Jobe’s grotesquely huge bulge was permanently flattened. And this time Jobe’s right nut wasn’t plumping back up.

Trevor laughed “Well fuck! I was right!”

Indeed, Jobe’s half ruined bulge was still bigger than Trevor’s. Sam nodded to Tim who was clearly excited and the two switched places.

“I think we can do better. He’s still pretty hot... maybe if it was totally flat?” Tim said matter of fact. 

Jobe was barely conscious as Tim took the mallet and wailed it into Jobe’s cracked right nut. The naturally squishy, huge organ couldn’t possibly have resisted much more and the broken thing was turned into pulp.

“One down!” Tim laughed.

Jobe’s collapsed right nut had the unfortunate side effect of making his swollen lefty an even bigger target by comparison. 

“His bulge is still huge!” Chet remarked. 

“Well dad, I guess you got all the ‘attention’ you wanted,” 

Jobe weakly fought back as the boys took turns stomping, punching and hammering his last dying nut. He could feel his battered testicle’s walls crumbling under the merciless assault but despite it all his huge nut was still making his swimwear look over stuffed.

“Mmmmmph!”

Jobe was desperate to save his crotch-stretching asset. Drake was stomping down and grinding it. Trevor seemed to prefer the mallet. Sam squeezed with his hands.

Tim grasped the huge lump in both hands and squeezed as hard as he could.

“Mmm nmmmph!” Jobe desperately tried to scream ‘my nut!’ but he was entirely muffled.

SQUISH

Jobe’s eyes crossed as something finally broke in his fat bulge.

“Mmmmph!”

SQUIISH

Jobe was horrified.

SQUIIISH

Jobe’s nut...

SQUIIIISH

His last nut!

SQUIIIIISH

His favorite nut!

“Crack his egg!”

“Pop it!”

Tim’s face was red with effort but alas, lacking Sam’s strength, wasn’t able to crack the crumbling organ with his bare hands. Next up was Sam, who hovered the mallet over his dad’s last, hideously swollen, bulging nut. He chuckled as he pulled the mallet over his head with both hands and sent it crashing through the air with all his strength.

CRUNCH

The mallet head smashed into the grass between Jobe’s legs so hard it implanted itself into the ground. Sam stood up and motioned for his friends to finally release his sobbing, muscle-stud dad but not before delivering a final parting shot. The tip of Sam’s shoe smashed into Jobe’s still-huge bulge creating a semi-permanent dent. Jobe clutched what was left of his manhood and rolled around in the grass in disbelief and agony, passing out after the overwhelming reality struck him. He was sprawled out, his half-ruined bulge on full display and totally at their mercy, but the friends didn’t take advantage. Instead they headed into the house to shower off and watch TV; half-ruining a daddy jock’s crotch was just a random afternoon to them.

Weeks later, Jobe had recovered from the ordeal. His right nut was toast but his left was fully functional, though slightly bigger than before due to lingering scar tissue. Luckily one of Jobe’s Chrysanthemum Height’s neighbors, Dr. Paulson, specialized in not-entirely-ethical medical care for men whose manhood had been... abused. 

A late summer heat wave had gripped the city Sam was setting out snacks by the pool while he waited for Chet and the others to come hang out. Jobe strolled out carrying a tray of buffalo dip like the beta-male he realized he was.

“What are you wearing?” Sam scolded his father. 

Jobe had stuffed what was left of his sack into a pair of tight Speedos. The bulge, even halved, was enormous. Jobe realized his mistake and started to profusely apologize as Sam approached him. Sam hadn’t realized he was holding a croquet mallet - he had been setting up the game when Jobe walks out - but when he saw the terror in his dad’s eyes he couldn’t help but laugh evilly.

“I’ll change! I’ll go put on some of those baggy jeans you got for me... please!”

Sam took another step closer, still holding the mallet.

“Nope! Remember what we talked about? No more flaunting, and this is flaunting... let’s go to the basement.”

Jobe dropped the dish in terror and turned to run. The muscle-stud daddy-everyone-wants-to-fuck, big balled jock was literally running in terror in his own backyard. Sam was faster and tackled him. To a casual observer it would have just looked like harmless horseplay...

When Chet and the gang arrived they were surprised to find the backyard empty, snacks and drinks abandoned. The broken dish and wide-open backdoor at first made Tim think something nefarious had happened but Sam emerged smiling.

“Hey guys! Change of plans. Apparently Jobe hasn’t learned his lesson... he’s, um... tied up at the moment.”

Sam gave the group a wicked, evil grin.

“Tied up you say? Hmm...” Tim’s cock raged in his pants.

“Yeah, come on in. I’ll show you...”

The group made their way inside, abandoning their original plan of a casual pool party, everyone excited to knock the cocky DILF down a final peg.