Men of the House - Part III

This story contains young and old mixed bb. The first two stories in this series can be found here and here.

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It was the weekend in the Johnson home. Dylan and Corey's mom was out on business, called away at the last minute, she'd taken the red-eye Thursday night. She'd left the two boys home alone on dozens of occasions, but this was the first time she was planning on being away for a week. Dylan assured her that they would be fine, and at 17, he was capable of taking care of himself and his little brother. Nonetheless, she remained uneasy about leaving the boys alone for so long and asked her boyfriend Rob to stay at the house until she returned.

Neither Dylan or Corey liked Rob that much. In front of their mother, he was sweet and charming, but alone, he was cocky and arrogant. He never had children, and he didn't particularly care for kids. He had no use at all for two teenage boys, a fact that Rob hid only from their mother.

Dylan did his best to avoid Rob as much as possible. He didn't have to like him, and so long as he made his mother happy, he managed to tolerate her new boyfriend. That was of course, until Rob moved into their house.

The first day went by without incident. On Friday, the boys went to school during the day, and Rob had gone to work. In the evening they had ordered a pizza and watched a basketball game they had recorded earlier in the week.

Then things took a turn Saturday morning. Rob was an early riser and woke the boys up just after dawn to start on housework. He ignored the boys' protests and after breakfast, set them to work. Dylan was given a list of tasks that kept him outside, mowing the lawn, painting the shed, and washing their mother and Rob's cars. Inside the house, Corey was given an equally long list including cleaning the bathrooms, vacuuming the rugs, and polishing the furniture. The work took all day. It was late in the afternoon when Dylan finally came back in to the house to the sound of shouting.

Dylan sprinted from the kitchen into the living room where he heard the commotion. He stopped in his tracks as he entered the room. Shattered pieces of a vase were strewn across the carpeted floor and Rob was holding Corey roughly by the wrists. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Shut up and stay out of this." Rob spat. His face was red with anger.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry." Corey cried.

"Don't lie to me you little shit," Rob hissed, slapping the boy across the cheek, "you did that on purpose."

Corey winced, grabbing his face and swallowed back his tears.

Dylan seethed with anger and noticed the three empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

"Go get a broom and clean this mess." Rob growled, shoving Corey toward the kitchen.

Being the protective older brother, Dylan sprung into action and charged toward Rob. "Don't touch my brother."

Rob smirked at the teen a moment as if he were considering the request. Then suddenly he lashed out grabbed Dylan's throat.

Corey yelped in surprise and pressed tightly against the wall.

At 38, Rob was still in good shape. He was tall and fit, his large frame was dense with muscle. He towered over Dylan and had at least 50 pounds on him.

Dylan tried to squirm away, but Rob's fingers held like bands of iron around his neck.

"I know you boys grew up without a father, but by God I'm gonna teach you some respect." Rob spit as he slammed the teenage boy down onto the floor hard. It looked like something from the WWE, but the pain in Dylan's back was real.

Dylan thrashed, fighting furiously to break free as Rob straddled him and continued to bare down on his throat. His head was spinning, and bright flashes of light were streaking across his eyes. Desperate to break free, he suddenly lifted his knee up between Rob's spread thighs, sinking softly into the older man's groin.

Rob grunted as the full impact of the hit to his balls began to register. He released his hold on Dylan's neck and punched him hard in the temple.

Dylan's cried out. The pain was searing and he saw stars.

"So you like playing dirty huh?" Rob asked as he grabbed his crotch with one big hand and massaged its contents. "Well, two can play at that game."

Dylan shook his head furiously, trying to fight back as pain exploded out of his groin. His stomach tightened and rumbled like a far off thunderstorm. Rob dropped his knee into the teenager's nuts again for good measure and pulled Dylan up on his feet by his throat.

Dylan howled and reached for his agonized testicles, but he was thrown back against the wall.

"I told you boy, you're gonna learn to respect me." Rob snarled.

The whole room was spinning now and Dylan fought to catch his balance, but Rob was in no mood to show mercy. With one thick arm pinning Dylan fast against the wall, Rob sent his knee between the boy's spread legs again, crunching his nuts hard inside his jeans.

Dylan gasped as all the air emptied out of his lungs and his body was rocked with pain. Again and again Rob powered his leg into Dylan's gonads, each time the impact sent shockwaves of pain throughout his body and he felt like he was going to vomit. Occasionally Rob would take a break to catch his breath, but the reprieve was only temporary and before long, he was back at it.

Rob laid into him a few more times before he took another rest. His cheeks were puffed out and he was breathing heavily from the exertion of pulverizing the teen's testicles.

Dylan moaned miserably and grabbed his crotch. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. His legs wobbled beneath him and he would have fallen over if not for the fact that Rob still had him pinned against the wall. Then suddenly he felt Rob's grip on his neck loosen and Dylan slumped back against the wall. He coughed a few times and when he finally looked up, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Corey had watched with horror as the older man attacked his brother from across the room. Fear had overtaken him and he found that despite wanting to help, he could not move his arms or legs. Desperately he tried to will himself to act, but by the time he did, Rob had Dylan up against the living room wall and he was hammering his knee into Dylan's crotch. Corey had to do something to stop him, but what was he supposed to do? He only had one chance to catch Rob off guard, so it would have to count.

There was only one thing Corey could think to do - fight fire with fire.

Corey summoned the courage and slowly snuck up behind them. Rob was preoccupied at the moment, focusing all of his aggression out on Dylan, he didn't hear Corey approach, or even feel his small hand brush up against the hair on his legs as Corey reached for the bulge in his shorts. Corey's hand snaked up the leg of Rob's Bermuda shorts, pushing past a forest of rich, thick pubic hair until his fingers came to rest on the 38 year-old's meaty balls.

Rob gasped, realizing the danger he was in only too late as Corey seized his ballsac and yanked down on the fat nuts.

Until that moment, Corey had thought that Dylan was hung, but the size and weight of a full-grown man's gonads was incredible. Rob's testicles were enormous, though it wasn't just that they were large, but they were dense too, resting comfortably at the bottom of his sac.

Corey squeezed a handful of Rob's nutmeat and pressed his thumb into one of the orbs. It was solid and his fingers hardly made a dent. Corey imagined how much force it would take to crack Rob's iron-cast nuts and tightened his grip around Rob's two over-sized globes in a vice-like grip, squeezing like his life depended on it.

Dylan squinted through the pain, saw an odd expression cover Rob's face. Then he saw Corey's arm buried in Rob's shorts and put two and two together. He managed a smirk, despite the throbbing in his balls and pulled Rob's hands away from his throat. When he was free, he stumbled back a few steps and coughed again, rubbing the soreness out of his neck and crotch.

"Thanks," he whispered to his brother. Corey winked back.

Rob blinked his eyes and groaned as Corey's sneaky little fingers twisted and squeezed his meaty nuts inside his shorts. He reached for the boy's hands and tried to rip them away, but Corey simply dug deeper into his gonads, sending new shock waves of pain into his body.

"Ugh, my balls . . . my fuckin' balls . . ." Rob repeated. His muscular body seemed to whither on the vine as his large reproductive organs were crushed in the 13 year-old's hands. "Let go, or I swear I'll beat the shit out of you."

Corey snickered at the threat. There was no doubt that Rob would have attacked him if he was able, but Corey had already squeezed all the power out of his body with his tight little grip, and Rob simply had nothing left with which to fight him off.

Dylan stood next to his brother, listening to Rob's pitiful moaning as Corey kneaded the contents of his scrotum like a hunk of dough. Then he gave Rob's hefty testicles one final squeeze for good measure and let go.

Rob's eyes bulged and he coughed, sinking to his knees. Corey let him fall and smiled as he watched the grown man grab his crotch and whimper.

Dylan pat Corey on the back and the two boys smiled.

"You're up." Corey grinned, nodding in Rob's direction.

Dylan glanced at the fallen man in their living room and back to Corey, grinning. Then with all his might, Dylan swung his foot and wedged it between Rob's spread legs.

Rob yelped and curled up into a ball.

"Now who's fighting dirty scumbag?" Dylan yelled. Lifting his leg up, he stomped down on Robs hands, grinding them into his nuts.

Rob groaned, struggling to break free, but Dylan kicked him in the stomach and ribs.

"Fuck!" Rob groaned and grabbed his abdomen.

Now with a clear shot, Dylan grabbed Rob's ankles and stomped down between his legs, crunching his already sore gonads.

Rob let out a long, high-pitched scream.

Dylan pumped his foot up and down, squishing Rob's juicy baby-makers hard into his crotch.

Rob's body thrashed and bucked, but there was nothing he could do to halt the thrashing his balls were receiving. He let out one final moan until he finally his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Dylan let go of Rob's legs and hobbled over to the couch, clutching his groin. His own balls were still throbbing from the bashing they'd received earlier. He sat down on the couch and cautiously reached into his pants and rubbed his bruised ballsac.

Corey sat down next to him and looked at the unconscious mass of limbs that was Rob's body next to the broken vase. "Do you think he'll tell mom what I did?" Corey asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Dylan thought for a moment and shook his head. "Maybe, but I don't think Rob's the kind of guy that would want other people to know that he got owned by a couple of kids."

Corey was still looking at Rob's motionless form. "How are we going to explain all of this to mom?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll call her tonight and tell her what happened." Dylan tried to sound reassuring.

"You're going to tell her everything?" Corey asked, sounding worried.

"Well, maybe not everything . . ." Dylan shot a smirk back at his little brother. "I'll tell her Rob broke the vase."

"That's not what I meant." Corey scowled.

Dylan chuckled. "I know, I'm just messing with you. I told you not to worry, I'll take care of it."

Corey's eyes brightened just a bit. "Thanks Dylan."

"Sure little bro," Dylan grinned momentarily. Then he let out a long exhale and readjusted the grip on his package.

"Are you alright?" Corey asked, the look of concern on his face was obvious.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Dylan groaned. "But I'm thinking about wearing a cup from now on. Whenever I'm around you, I keep getting it in the junk."

Corey stifled a laugh and Dylan cringed as the discomfort in his abdomen settled in deeper.

"The crazy thing is, my nuts are sore as hell, but I've got a wicked boner." Dylan whispered.

Corey's eyes went wide.

"Maybe I can help with that." Corey said softly as he scooted closer to his brother.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle this one on my own." Dylan smirked. "I'm gonna go upstairs and rub one out. Do me a favor and keep an eye on Rob. When I get back, we'll clean up and I'll give mom a call."

Corey couldn't help but feel a bit cheated as he watched his older brother climb off the couch and head upstairs alone. He listened to the sound of Dylan's footsteps reach the top of the stairs, walk down the hall and his bedroom door close behind him. He sat back on the sofa and stared at Rob's unmoving body.

Rob hadn't made a peep in the last ten minutes.

Corey got up and walked over to him. Rob's eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly.

Corey tested the waters by tapping his foot against Rob's leg, but he didn't stir. Feeling more brazen, he tapped his arm.

There was no response.

Corey took a step back and continued to stare at Rob. He couldn't believe he was even considering what he was about to do, but his curiosity was insatiable and it was driving his actions.

Slowly, he knelt down and placed his hand on Rob's muscular thigh.

Still nothing.

Then slowly he slid his hand up Rob's leg and back into his shorts. Corey studied Rob's face for a reaction, but it was calm and his breathing remained steady. Again he encountered the thick patch of pubic hair that surrounded Rob's manhood, until finally he settled on Rob's balls and grabbed a handful.

Corey gave Rob's bull balls a quick tug, and then a longer, harder squeeze until he was convinced that Rob wasn't waking up. Once he was sure, he tried to yank Rob's shorts off, but found that too difficult, and instead pulled Rob's ballsac out through the leg of his shorts. It was a monster sac, and his balls were huge and fat. They dwarfed every other set of testicles Corey had ever seen.

Corey rolled Rob's big balls between his fingers and surveyed the damage he and his brother had done to them. The orbs were swollen and slightly red.

Rob was completely out of it, he just laid there motionless as Corey fondled his big, bloated baby-makers. He thought about how much cream Rob had in those nuts and gave them a squeeze.

Corey squeezed each testicle separately and then together. He spent several minutes at it, varying both the pressure and rhythm when he noticed the bulge in Rob's shorts. Corey grinned and went back to squeezing Rob's big juicy nuts for a while longer. It didn't take much until he noticed Rob's breathing had become shorter and quicker. Corey knew from his experiences with Dylan what that meant and he began kneading Rob's large eggs even harder.

Rob's cock grew to it's full height and strained against the lining of his Bermuda shorts, ready to blow. It was hard to tell if Rob knew what was happening to him, but the rest of him seemed to. His whole body seemed to tense in preparation for the release that was about to come. Then Corey felt Rob's big balls tighten in his hand and get pulled in toward his body.

Rob's balls were boiling with cum and his breathing had reached a fever pitch until suddenly, he let out a muted groan and his shorts became flooded with semen. His cock trembled as gobs and gobs of his sticky man milk spilled out.

Corey held on firmly until the entire contents of Rob's testicles were squeezed out. Once it was finally over, he shoved Rob's empty jewels back into his shorts and grinned. Whenever Rob woke up, he was going to be in for a sticky surprise.

Corey took a step back from Rob's unconscious body and wiped his hands on his shirt. Rob's eyes were still closed, but he looked rather content, as if enjoying a pleasant dream.

Corey sat back down on the couch and waited for his brother to return. The minutes ticked by slowly and he became restless once again. Dylan had told him to stay put until he returned, but Rob wasn't going anywhere.

Corey thought the matter over carefully. Perhaps he should go check on Dylan and give him a hand upstairs?

After having just busted and milked a full grown man, the idea of doing the same to Dylan gave Corey a boner.

It didn't take him long to make his decision.

Corey debated the matter for a few moments before he was sauntering up the stairs toward his brother's room, whistling all the way.

- Here's a picture of Rob from a few years ago -

- and Corey's big brother and savior, Dylan -

Men of the House - Part II

This is a sequel to the original Men of the House story which can be read here. The next chapter is still being written, but it will be posted soon. Enjoy.

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It was late in the afternoon when Dylan walked through the back door of the house and grabbed a cold soda from the fridge. He'd just spent the last hour cleaning out the garage, a chore he'd been ignoring for weeks. He sat down at the kitchen table and drank his Coke in silence. With his mom still at work, he knew it would be his job to start dinner, but he felt tired and his body was covered in sweat and dirt.

Dylan sat back in his chair and contemplated getting another soda when he heard a loud thump followed by a scream from upstairs. He sprinted up the stairs two at a time, and rushed toward his brother Corey's room where the noise had come from. He moved quickly, plagued by images of damage and injury Corey was capable of causing when left alone. He should have kept a closer eye on him. After all he was the older brother, it was his responsibility to look after him.

When he reached the door to Corey's room, he didn't bother knocking and burst through.

Corey and his childhood friend Shawn turned and looked surprised as he stormed in.

"Is everything ok in here?" Dylan said panting as his eyes swept the room for damage.

"Hi Dylan." Shawn waved in greeting. He'd been friends with Corey for years and had come up through the grades together. Shawn spent a lot of time with Corey, and either at his house or visiting theirs. He was older than Corey, but only by a few months. He was tall for his age, and had brown wavy hair.

"Everything's fine!" He said cheerily.

His brother Corey was sitting upright on the floor, and both boys were laughing.

"Ugh, no it's not. Shawn just floored me with that last kick." He groaned and his hands were buried between his legs. Shawn was staring down at his friend and beaming with a big grin on his face.

"What's going on? Shawn, why'd you kick Corey?" Dylan was still catching his breath and look bewildered as the two boys started to giggle in unison.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. We're just playing a game." Corey replied as he took Shawn's hand and pulled himself off the floor.

"A game?" Dylan replied skeptically.

Corey stood up brushed himself off. "Yeah, roshambo."

Dylan shook his head. "Corey, you could get hurt."

"He's fine, we play it all the time." Shawn chimed in.

Corey smirked, still cupping his nuts. "Two out of three?"

"Right on." Shawn grinned. "Care to join us Dylan?"

"No thanks." Dylan shook his head and pulled his little brother aside. "I'm serious, I don't want you playing roshambo with your friends. You could injure yourself of Shawn permanently."

"It's ok Dylan, really. Shawn's right, it's just a game." Corey said with a smirk. Then he turned away so his friend couldn't read his lips. "Usually I let him win the first round so I can soften him up a bit before I finish him off." Corey winked.

Dylan went wide-eyed with shock from his brother's admission. "I'm serious Corey, I want this to stop right now, or I'll tell mom."

Corey sighed. "It's not big deal."

"Yes it is!" Dylan snapped. "You have to listen to me. I'm in charge until mom comes home, and I'm telling you that you can't. It's dangerous, irresponsible, and stupid!"

Corey couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Dylan this upset. Then he thought of the incident that had happened a few weeks before when Corey decided to take his ball busting urges on his older brother. Dylan never told their mom, but he made Corey promise never to try to hit him below the belt again. Corey had managed to keep that promise, though he still thought about it all the time. He'd even told Shawn about it. His friend hadn't believed the story at first, but after a while he began asking for more details. Corey took great delight in describing the encounter. He loved Dylan, but he was equally proud of how he'd owned his brother and his big nuts.

"Ok, I'm sorry, alright? We'll stop, just don't tell mom." Corey conceded.

Dylan looked back at his younger brother and sighed. Perhaps it was all just boyish nonsense, but Dylan started to wonder if Corey had a problem.

Forgotten, Shawn stood by watching as the two brothers whisper between each other in hushed tones. Neither of them were paying much attention to him and he was getting bored waiting. Then Shawn's eyes settled on Dylan. His interest in Dylan had been peaked a week ago when Corey confided in Shawn that he had busted his big brother. Dylan was nearly 18 years-old, practically a man, and according to Corey, endowed with a hefty pair of low hangers. Corey claimed that just one kick was enough to take him down, but Shawn found that hard to believe. Dylan was bigger and stronger then the two of them put together, surely his family jewels were tough enough to handle a kick from a kid.

Dylan was still lecturing Corey in hushed tones as Shawn edged closer to listen to what they were saying. Shawn' paused when he was a few feet away. Dylan's back was still turned and his hand was on Corey's shoulder, his tall, lanky frame towered over his younger brother.

Shawn quickly realized that he was in the perfect position for a sneak attack. Shawn's heart began thumping hard in his chest and he felt himself getting excited. He took a deep breath to steady himself and listened to the conversation between the brothers. Still neither of them seemed to sense his presence. Then when he was ready, he took aim and launched a kick between Dylan's legs.

Shawn's foot connected with the bulge in Dylan's jeans dead-on, his instep collided with the older boy's jean-clad balls and rammed them up into his pelvis.

Dylan looked like he didn't know what hit him. He stopped mid-sentence and his mouth dropped open and a hoarse whimper escaped his throat.

Corey stared at his brother, puzzled, as Dylan grabbed his crotch and slid down to his knees. Then there was a loud thud as Shawn's foot slammed into his groin and he doubled over.

Corey coughed. When he looked up, he saw Shawn smiling.

"What'd you do that for?" Corey asked in a raspy voice.

Shawn shrugged. "I got tired of waiting, so I decided to get things started on my own."

Corey shook his head and stared down at his brother as he slowly rocked back and forth on the floor. "You shouldn't have. He's going to get mad and tell my mom."

"No he won't. Don't worry, I'll handle him." Shawn chuckled. He sounded confident, but Corey didn't look convinced.

Shawn bent down over Dylan for a moment to inspect his handy work. The older boy was still on his back and holding his crotch protectively. Shawn grabbed his hands and tried to peel them off.

"Dude, what the hell? Let go." Dylan snapped.

Under normal circumstances he would have been more than capable of fighting Shawn off, but the shot the nuts had taken something out of him. Back and forth, the two boys grappled for control. Dylan had strength and size on his side, but Shawn was faster and landed a hard punch into his ribs.

Dylan grunted and doubled over again.

Seeing his opening, Shawn pushed Dylan's legs apart and threw a punch at Dylan's crotch. His knuckles connected with Dylan's nuts, making the older teen gasp in surprise and let out a yelp.

Shawn snickered as he followed up with another punch and sunk his fist into the soft mound in Dylan's jeans. Corey had been right, busting an older guy sure was a lot of fun!

Dylan squirmed in pain and screamed from the top of his lungs as Shawn's punches rained down on his groin and his tender gonads were smashed again and again.

"Come on, that's enough Shawn." Corey said, looking worried.

Shawn grinned and shook his head. "Hold up, what's the rush? The big guy here isn't going anywhere for a while and there's one last thing I want to check on." He grabbed the legs of Dylan's baggy jeans tugged on them until they slid off. Then Dylan's boxers soon followed. Dylan groaned, only vaguely conscious of what was happening to him over the constant throbbing in his testicles.

Once Dylan was stripped from the waist down, Shawn could see that Corey's description of his older brother's junk hadn't been an exaggeration. Even soft, his long dick had a slight curve to it as it draped over a pair of two of the juiciest, low-hanging nuts Shawn had ever seen in his life. The moment he saw them, he knew he had to touch them.

Shawn scooped up Dylan's hefty orbs and rolled them against the palm of his hand. They were heavy, soft and yet, firm.

Dylan moaned as Shawn's hand closed around his sac and began to fondle his big balls. He knew the danger he was in, but he was too weak to fight back.

"Shawn?" Corey saw the nut-lust in Shawn's eyes and decided that it was time to stop this before things went too far, but his friend didn't seem to hear him.

Shawn was filled with a sense of euphoria as he held Dylan's nuts hostage. Slowly he began to experiment, first with light squeezes, but he quickly dialed up the level of pain.

Dylan groaned louder and thrashed his legs a few times, but it was no use. Shawn's lock on his manhood was solid.

"Shawn." Corey repeated. "He's had enough."

Shawn ignored his friend's protest and focused his attention on Dylan's large, left nut. He rolled the fat orb between his fingers and pulled it to the base of his sac, isolating it from its twin before he started bearing down on it.

Dylan's hips bucked and he let out a low, miserable moan.

After a few seconds, Shawn released the tortured nut and it plumped back to its normal shape. Then he grabbed Dylan's right nut and gave it the same treatment, causing Dylan to moan again.

Shawn alternated back and forth a few times before eventually he gave up on squeezing and slapped Dylan's meaty nuggets.

Dylan howled and his dick twitched.

"Whoa," Shawn gasped. Then he gave them another smack.

Dylan's whole body jerked like he was hit by lightening and his cock lifted into the air.

"Do you see this?" Shawn said sounding amazed as he smashed Dylan's naked nuts a few more times. "He's getting a hardon!"

"Enough Shawn, you're hurting him." Corey was starting to sound annoyed, but that fact was lost on his friend.

"No way, I think he likes it." Shawn grabbed Dylan's cock and pointed it toward his friend. "Jesus, I didn't think this thing could get bigger."

"Seriously, this has to stop." Corey scowled.

"Just a minute, these suckers feel like they're bursting with cream!" Shawn said. He had one hand wrapped around Dylan's throbbing member and he was squeezing Dylan's balls with the other. "I'm going to squeeze the cum right out of them."

Shawn didn't lose any time getting started.

Corey stared in fixed fascination as his Shawn worked over his brother's gonads. Dylan grimaced and began making mewing noises as his meaty balls were stretched to their limit and time seemed to slow down. After only a matter of minutes, he was reduced to a whimpering pile.

"Come on already, shoot that big load for me, I know you want to." Shawn teased Dylan as he twisted his nutsac like he was wringing out a wet paper towel.

Dylan howled as his ball cords were ruthlessly pinched and stretched to their max.

Corey saw the torment on his brother's face and became worried. He had to do something!

"You can't force it out like that," He said, bending down next to his friend, "let me show you."

Shawn shrugged. "Be my guest, my fingers are getting tired anyway."

For a moment, both brothers eyes met. Corey gave his brother a reassuring look and smiled, but Dylan was in too much pain to smile back.

Gently, Corey lifted his brother's bloated balls and cradled them in his hand as if they were a pair of delicate eggs that might shatter from the slightest bump. Dylan whimpered, but didn't make a move to stop him as Corey slowly began to rub his testicles between his fingers, gently squeezing the sensitive underside of each orb in turn.

Corey knew he was on the right track when Dylan suddenly let out a moan. The tension in his face disappeared, and Corey realized that the moan hadn't been from pain, but pleasure.

Corey worked over his brother's heavy nuts, pausing occasionally only to give his dick a few short strokes before continuing. Thanks to Corey's delicate hands, Dylan's cock thickened and hardened in no time, and was pointing in the air, hard as a rock.

All three sets of eyes stared transfixed on Dylan's cock as it quivered, ready to release a big wad of the teenager's spunk.

"Come on, do it." Shawn whispered, his voice tingling with excitement. His fly was open and his hand down his pants nursing an erection on his own, as he watched Corey and his brother with fixed fascination.

Corey looked up at his brother. "Ready?" He whispered so quietly only the two of them could hear.

Dylan nodded his head, already feeling the familiar tingling in his gonads spread up into his dick.

Corey tightened the grip, pressing his fingers pressed into each of Dylan's nuggets and rhythmically pumped the tender flesh. Dylan's cock began to spasm as Corey fingers worked harder and faster, pushing him beyond the point of no return.

Dylan clenched his teeth and groaned as he was pulled over the edge. His dick tightened and he began cumming, unleashing a giant jet of creamy jizz that erupted out of his cock like a volcano.

Shawn gasped and looked stunned as he watched the spectacle play out.

Corey was brimming with pride and smiled. He'd managed to coax an unprecedented load of cum out of his brother's balls. By the time he was finished, both Dylan and Corey were covered in the salty goo.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Shawn shouted. The front of his jeans appeared to have a wet spot of it's own.

Dylan's eyes were closed, and his face looked calm and relaxed. Now that it was over, he had no idea how his brother would react to having his balls busted and then milked . . . again.

Corey's heart skipped a beat as Dylan's eyes slowly opened. He looked breathed in deeply, taking a moment to survey the puddles of his semen that had pooled up on his stomach. Corey held his breath as Dylan's eyes lifted and fixed on his, holding the gaze. Time seemed to slow down for Corey. He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what he should do next. His worst fears began to play themselves out in his mind and he started to panic.

He was so caught up in the moment, a few seconds past before he realized that Dylan was smirking back at him.

- Our big brother Dylan is based on Dylan Ryan -

Ball Busting Strip Poker

This is story is a VERY belated gift to Alex, the great author and creator of ballbustingboys.blogspot.com. The decision to start posting my stories up on this blog was due in large part, to Alex's encouragement and support. I'm sure we all miss his writing, but the large collection of stories he's given us continues to provide inspiration and entertainment. I hope you enjoy this story, and join me in thanking Alex for all his hard work!

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Tom and John were old college buddies and the best of friends. From the moment they met the first week of classes they'd become inseparable. Everything they did was together, they shared the same classes, played the same sports, and at one time or another, dated the same women. Their friends used to call them the 'Dynamic Duo,' a label that stuck even after they graduated and were hired straight of college by the same company.

Nearly four years had gone by since college and everything seemed to be working out for them. At work, Tom's star was on the rise. He'd just been promoted supervisor of his development team and he was living with his girlfriend Amy, who he'd spent the last year dating. Things were going equally well for John. He'd just gotten engaged to his long time girlfriend Kelly. They'd met John's senior year in college and continued dating ever since.

It was the weekend now, and Tom and Amy had invited John and his new fiance to their place to celebrate their engagement. They spent the afternoon lounging on the back patio drinking and catching up while the men tended to the grill. After their lunch, Amy and Kelly stepped inside to make pina coladas while Tom and John remained outside, slinging back beers and reminiscing about old times.

Tom handed his friend a beer out of the cooler and sat in the deck chair next to him.

They were both in their late twenties, just old enough to have learned a few things about life but they still looked young and handsome. Tom was average height and build, with a thick head of black hair. He had a slightly chiseled face, which was set by high cheek bones, a strong jaw, and crystal blue eyes that could cut ice.

John was nearly his physical opposite, several inches taller, he was broad chested and muscular with thick brown hair that covered most of his body. In college his nickname had been 'Big John,' a point of pride that he enjoyed spreading around, especially with the ladies. He had warm brown eyes set in a slightly rounder face, and though he shaved regularly, he sported a perpetual stubble that gave him a slightly edgier look.

They spent the rest of the day behind the house, bullshitting about work and the big college game playing that weekend. They talked about the future and their plans to start families. After years of friendship, there was no topic they couldn't discuss. They finished off an entire case of beer as they watched the sun go down, clinking their bottles together to toast John's engagement.

As dusk gave way to night, the two friends brought the party inside and joined up with their female counterparts in the living room. One look at their girlfriends and you could see that Tom and John shared tastes in women. Amy and Kelly could have been sisters. They were a pair of beautiful brunettes, their bodies were hot and supple, though standing next to one another, Amy appeared to be the more slender of the two. They were sitting on the couches, chatting about this and that, sipping on their frozen drinks.

"Look who it is. Have you boys come to join us?" Amy said smiling. "While you two were outside, Kelly and I were catching up. She filled me in on what you two were like in college. It doesn't sound like much's changed." She followed with a wink.

Tom shot John a grin and shrugged. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up."

Kelly laughed. "See, I told you."

Amy nodded her head. "Actually we were planning to go find you and ask if you were interested in playing a game."

John's ears perked up. "What kind of game were you thinking?"

Amy turned back and looked at Kelly. "I don't know, we've got the Wii and I'm pretty sure we have a few board games. We were thinking of having a drinking game."

Tom pulled out two tattered boxes of Monopoly and Risk from the closet. The group considered both options, but neither seemed appealing. Then Tony remembered the deck of cards in the cabinet under the TV.

"What about poker?" He suggested.

"Great idea." John said enthusiastically.

Neither of the girls looked particularly interested. "I don't know." Amy said hesitantly.

"I don't know how to play." Kelly admitted.

"That's ok, I'll teach you. It'll be fun!" John's voice boomed with excitement.

"Easy big fella. Listen, don't be fooled. John is a shark, he even won an amateur championship a few years back. If we play for money he'll find a way to clean us out of our rent." Tom said, catching the sly look John shot him from across the coffee table.

"No look, I can teach you how to play. Besides, we don't have to play for money, it'll just be for fun." John replied as he took the deck of cards from Tom and started shuffling them. "Of course, we could make things a little more interesting if you want. How about strip-poker?"

The two girls looked at each other and silently came to an agreement between themselves before they nodded their heads in unison. "Ok."

"You serious?" Tom sounded surprised.

"Yeah, why you scared?" Amy teased.

"Hold on, I'll play, but only if I get to practice first." Kelly stipulated.

"You got it babe." John smiled.

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They spent the first few rounds going slowly as John explained the rules as they went along. As it turned out, Kelly picked everything up quickly and after a few more rounds, they were ready to play. The game was five-card draw. The girls sat at one end of the coffee table, the boys at the other.

Once they were ready, Tom shuffled the deck and dealt the first hand.

John tapped his finger on the table while he waited for his cards, humming softly to himself. When he finally received them, he flipped over his cards and smirked. Right off the bat he'd drawn two pair of 6's and 8's. On the opposite side of the table, there were a few grumbles.

They went around the table, each person discarding their unwanted cards and drawing new cards from the deck. Then they made their final bets and laid their cards on the table. Neither Amy or Kelly had anything, and John's two pair was beaten by Tom's flush.

John grumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt, while Tom smirked at his friend and took a pull off his beer.

John sat back in his seat and started shuffling the deck. "See, what'd I tell you? Fun, right?"

"Yeah great. I just wish I thought to wear more layers." Kelly whined as she accepted the next hand.

The next few rounds went by quickly and clothes began to pile up on the floor around them. Things had gotten better for John after the first hand, but on the whole, the girls had been on a bit of a winning streak that had caused the boys to lose their clothes at an alarming rate. Still, he was doing better than Tom who had ended up losing several rounds in a row and was stripped down to his Calvin Kleins.

It was Amy's turn to deal. "Good luck sweetie," she said as she doled out Tom's cards.

John jabbed his elbow into Tom's ribs. "Yeah, I think he needs it. He's one hand away from saying sayonara to those tighty whities he's got on."

Tom smirked and held his cards against his chest. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

During their first round of bets, both of the girls dropped out early, each forfeiting an article of clothing and leaving the boys in the game. John looked down at the full house in his hand and doubled the bet.

"Hold on, that's not fair. I don't have anything to double down with!" Tom exclaimed. "You're just going to win by default."

"Hmm." John looked like he was considering the prospect. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Come on man, I've finally got a good hand here." Tom pressed. "At least give me a chance to play it out."

John sat back against the foot of the couch. "Alright bro, double or nothing, go. Show me what you've got."

Tom smirked as he laid out the straight on the table. "Read'em and weep."

"That's good." John smiled and nodded his head and put up his own cards, a king-high flush. "Too bad it's not good enough."

"Oh, fuck." Tom growled and drained the last of his beer.

"Oooo. You know what that means?" Kelly giggled, sounding a little tipsy.

"Oh yeah, drop those drawers mister!" Amy cackled.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Tom mumbled as he stood up. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the fact that they were all close friends, but Tom showed little hesitation. After all he had little to be ashamed of and years of playing sports had gotten him desensitized to getting naked around men.

WIth one sweep, he pulled off his briefs and exposed his manhood to the group. Tom's long, limp dick slipped into view over a pair of hefty, low hanging nuts.

Tom shifted his pose after a few seconds and flexed his wiry muscles. "There you go, take a good look."

The girls hooted and cheered while John clapped. Then Tom took a deep bow and announced that he was going to the kitchen for a beer.

"Hold up buddy, if you recall, you doubled down on that last hand." One of John's eyebrows were raised.

"Yeah, but I'm out of clothes, what do you want me to do?" Tom asked shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." John smirked. Then suddenly he swung his fist into his friend's crotch, smashing Tom's balls from underneath with a well-placed uppercut. Both of Tom's nuggets were squashed by John's punch and Tom yelped in pain.

"Shit dude . . . not cool." He whispered in a hoarse moan, half bent over and cupping his throbbing balls.

John chuckled heartily, followed quickly by both of the women.

Tom winced as the ache in his balls slowly radiated up into his stomach. When he sufficiently recovered, he grabbed another beer from the kitchen and sat back on the recliner, gently resting the cold beer bottle against his junk.

With Tom out of the game, they began another hand which soon ended with John winning and the girls both losing another piece of clothing. The trend continued for the next few hands, until finally the lead the girls had enjoyed all night had disappeared. Amy had lost her top, but she still had her skirt on, while Kelly was down to just her bra and panties. John on the other hand, still had his undershirt, socks, and boxers, but after losing the previous round and having succumbed to peer pressure from the ladies, ended up losing his jeans.

"Anyone want anything from the kitchen?" Tom asked. He was still nursing his beer which had warmed up from being placed between his legs for so long.

"I could go for another beer." John replied without looking up from his cards. He was the last to enter his bet and once he did, everyone laid out their cards. John swore angrily when he looked over the table. He had doubled his bet, intent on finishing his fiance Kelly off, but somehow she'd managed to pull three of a kind out of her hat and won the hand.

Amy had lost the hand as well, but she'd been cautious and had only bet one piece of clothing. Then she shocked all of them when, instead of taking off her skirt, she reached in and pulled out a bright pair of pink underwear. Tom whistled as she twisted it around her finger a few times and tossed them aside.

John grumbled as he pulled off his shift and socks. Now he was in the same position Tom had been in earlier, staring at two women who still each had twice as much clothing as him.

"You know, this doesn't seem all that fair, two against one. Maybe we should just quit now." John tried to make the suggestion sound reasonable.

"Hold your horses there stud. By my count, you lose one more round and you'll be joining your friend over there in naked town, so why would we quit now?" Amy asked.

"Is that so?" John cocked his eyebrow. "I was just trying to be a gentleman over here, and save you two fine ladies the embarrassment of losing the next two rounds, because that's what's going to happen. I've been holding back until now, but you're going to have to bring your A-game or count on a miracle to beat me."

"Oh yeah? We don't need your charity, so bring it on big boy, and get ready to lose those drawers!" Amy smirked.

Tom shook his head as he listened to his best friend and his girlfriend jockey back and forth. On his way to the kitchen he stopped to take a leak, and when he returned with the beers he found John strutting around the living room in his boxers.

"You see this? This is the product of working out, 2 hours each day." John rubbed his tight abs. "I know you want to see the rest, but I don't think that's going to happen." He said as he slipped his hand down into his boxers.

"Come on, shut up and let's play!" Kelly cried. They had already started the next hand while he'd been away and the girls were both holding their cards as John paraded in front of them.

Tom chuckled quietly to himself and shook his head. John had always been a preening meat-head, and it appeared that hadn't changed. He'd did it all the time when they were in college, showing off for anyone who'd watch.

Then Tom noticed the large gap between John's thighs and he got an idea. Setting the beer bottles on and end table, Tom crept up behind John on cat paws. John hadn't noticed him yet, and he was still going on about his daily exercise regiment.

Tom slowly closed the distance between them, and once he was in range, he brought his leg back and slammed his foot into John's crotch. John's boxers bunched up around Tom's foot as it drove into John's groin, cracking both of his nuts dead-on.

John's face contorted and he slid to his knees, groaning as all the air left his lungs.

"I've got your beer." Tom said cheerily, placing the bottle on the table in front of him and patted his head.

"Thanks." John groaned.

They took a break, giving John a few minutes to nurse his battered balls before getting started once again. With one hand still in his underwear, trying to rub the soreness out of his nuts, he picked up his cards and grumbled. Things didn't improve much after he drew from the deck a second time, and when it came time to show his cards, a pair of 10's were the best he could do.

Luckily, it was enough to beat Kelly's pair or 3's and keep him in the game. HIs fiance stripped the rest of her clothing off, revealing her succulent C-cup breasts and joined Tom on the couch.

"It's just you and me now Amy. I hope you're ready to lose." John tried to sound mocking, but the discomfort in his voice was impossible to miss.

"Bring it on big boy." Amy scowled. It was her turn to deal. She shuffled the deck slowly a few times, while staring back at him.

John thanked her for his cards and smirked at the cards in his hand.

Amy dropped two of her cards on the table and picked two more from the deck. When it was his turn to draw, John passed, eager to lay out his hand.

Amy stared at her own hand for a moment. "I'm going to raise you." She said after several moments of deliberation.

"Hold on, you know I can't match that." John said indignantly.

"Well, I guess that means I win." Amy smiled.

"No, no, hold on. Tom was in the same position earlier tonight and we gave him a pass."

After a moment Amy nodded. "Ok, fine. You can have the same deal he got."

John considered his options. It was obvious what he would be risking to win. The ache in balls were still smoldering from Tom's kick, and he didn't like the prospect of putting them back on the line, but then again, he couldn't let Amy cheat her way into winning. He looked down at his cards for a moment. He had a good hand, he just need a chance to play it.

"Alright, I'm in. Let's do it." He announced, placing his cards down on the table for all to see. Three 10's and a pair of jacks - a full house. "Suck on that!" John said confidently.

Amy sat back and studied his cards a moment. She cleared her throat. "That's a nice hand you've got there," she smiled curtly, "unfortunately, it's not nice enough."

John's mouth nearly dropped open as he watched Amy lay out her cards on the table one at a time. One, two, three, and then four queens were placed out in front of her, four of a kind.

"Christ," he whispered and threw his head back.

Tom grinned and Kelly slapped Amy a high-five.

Amy was bouncing happily in her seat. "Oh yeah! Suck on THAT, Mr. Champion poker player!"

The girls danced around the room in celebration. "Alright big boy, you know what that means, time to drop those drawers." Amy chuckled.

"Fine." John huffed as he got to his feet, and took a deep breath. The room got quiet and all eyes were on him. Then without any fanfare, John pulled his boxers down quickly, revealing a fat cock and two big, ripe testicles the size of hen's eggs. They seemed to fill the entire contents of his scrotum, snuggled up against the base of his dick. A thick mane of dark pubic hair converged around John's genitals, and covered his swollen sac.

Both girls cheered in unison as John tossed his drawers on the floor and stood next to his friend. Now that they were both naked, it was clear that Tom's dick was the longest, but John's balls were king.

"Nice." Amy whistled as she checked out both of their men's manhood. "But as I recall, there was a second part to our bet."

"Yeah, come on big guy. Time to face the music." Tom egged him on. Tom playfully reached over and took a swing at John's bulging bull nuts, but John managed to block it with his hands.

John grumbled to himself. After getting it in the nuts once that night already, he wasn't excited about having it happen again, but then, fair was fair. He walked over to Amy, who had pulled off the remainder of her clothing too. Now all four adults were naked, watching with anticipation.

At Amy's request, John sat down on the couch in front of her and spread his legs, allowing his heavy gonads to rest on the soft couch cushion.

"Let's get this over with." He grimaced.

"Come on John, don't be a sore loser." Amy smiled back. "So . . . how to go about this. Maybe I could knee them, or maybe I should just stomp down on them?"

"Either way sounds good to me." Tom chuckled and Kelly turned to him and gave Tom a dirty look.

"No," she paused a moment to consider, "I think I want to PUNCH THEM!" Suddenly Amy slammed her fist between John's thighs, squishing his beefy balls under her knuckles.

John croaked in pain.

"Hold on, I think I only got one that time, let me try again." Amy no sooner got finished saying as she punched John square in the nuts again.

"Oaf!" John groaned.

"Damn it, they're slippery little bastards!" Amy exclaimed as she smashed both her fists into John's baby-makers at once.

John howled as Amy sunk her fist between his legs again and again, slamming into his ballsac like it was her own personal punching bag.

Kelly watched in horror as Amy pummeled her fiance's tender nuggets. Both his face and his balls were beginning turn pink as the onslaught continued unchecked.

"Stop, please, you're going to hurt him!" She cried, turning to Tom who was laughing his ass off.

Tom shook his head in an attempt to steady himself. "I'm sorry Kelly, I hope you don't have anything planned later, 'cause I don't think there's going to be any stud service tonight."

Tom was laughing so hard that he didn't notice Kelly scowl back at him.

John coughed as Amy smashed his fat, juicy baby-makers with her fist again, his handsome face turning bright red and his eyes filled with tears.

"Come on Tom, this has gone too far." She grabbed his bicep. "I want him to be able to father my children some day."

'Thwack.' Amy punched John's big balls with a resounding smack.

"Don't worry," Tom assured her with a smirk, "there's always adoption." Then Tom burst out into laughter, cracked up by his own joke.

Kelly's eyes flared red with anger and frustration. Suddenly she reached down, grabbing Tom's naked nutsac and tugged down in an abrupt motion. Tom jumped back on his heals in surprise and tried to squirm away, but Kelly's grip was tight and she squeezed his plump testicles with everything she had.

Tom gnashed his teeth as his precious plums were squished and twisted in Kelly's hand. He was frightened, now finally seeing the anger in her eyes.

"What's wrong Tom, isn't this fun? What happened to your sense of humor on the subject?" She grinned wickedly as she tightened her grip on her new-found stress balls. Tom tried to protest, but the small groans and funny squeaks were all he could manage.

Both men were howling in pain as their girlfriends unleashed a world of pain onto their manhood.

Kelly kneaded Tom's nuts a few moments longer, really digging her thumbs into the center of each orb. Then she released Tom's sore balls and he collapsed on the couch next to his friend. The two of them looked like bookends, curled up, and cupping their battered gonads as they moaned in pain.

Amy glanced at her boyfriend and then back at John. The smirk on her face quickly spread to a smile.

"It looks like these two could use a rest." Kelly said, walking over to the pile of clothes on the floor and pulled on her underwear.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Can I fix you a drink? I think it'll be a while before they're ready for more." Amy said, not bothering with her clothes as she headed for the kitchen.

Kelly stared back at Tom a moment and licked her lips. "Sure, I'd love one." Following quickly after Amy, she left the boys alone to soothe their battered pride.

- Here we have Tom, and his best friend, John. -