Matthew's Demise

A teenager ruptures his little brother's balls

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	Matthew Armstrong was a very attractive 16 year old.  He was 
slightly taller than 5 foot 6 inches tall with a broad muscular upper 
body and well-toned swimmers legs.  He had a classically handsome 
face with an aristocratic chin, well defined cheek bones and splashes 
of red freckles to highlight his natural golden tan.  His hair was a 
gorgeous shade of rust that was always neatly styled in a bowl cut, 
with one bang covering his right eye.

  When Matt was 'excited', he let out deep bellowing grunts and moans 
of lust.  His upper body would flex, highlighting each rippling 
muscles and ecstasy would be printed all over his face.  Today 
however, Matt's face was contorted in nauseating fear.  The source -- 
his older brother Randon.  Randon was a mirror image of Matt, only 
two years older and with blond hair.  He was noticeably more 
muscular,  though not over bearingly so and loved wearing tight jeans 
to accentuate his bulbous 8 inch sausage.  He acted 'str8' to the 
world, but secretly he had been feeling gay feelings since grade 
school.  His biggest crush thus far... Matt, and you couldn't blame 
him. 

  On this day, Matt had walked in on Random while he masturbated to 
Matt's swimming team photo (the one where Matt made a dramatic pose 
in only his Speedo briefs -- very tight) only a few minutes before.  
Matt called Randon 'sick' in disgusted, which triggered Randon to 
lunge at his little brother.  Of course it took only seconds for the 
larger and more aggressive Random to have Matt pinned to the floor 
begging for mercy.  

  Random was sitting on Matt's stomach (that was face up) and was 
facing away from Matt's face.  He took this opportunity to pound his 
fist three... four ... five times into Matt's still developing nuts.  
Matt let out a girlish scream as Random ground his fist into his 
crotch.

  "Oh, please!  My nuts...Ohh." Matt groaned and Randon roughly 
massaged Matt's chestnut sized balls between his fingers.  The 
feeling of his brothers nuts through his jeans gave Randon an instant 
hardon, and an idea.  The more he pounded his fist into Matt's 
crotch, and the more he screamed, the more his body rippled and the 
more his beefy muscles flexed and glistened golden with sweat.  
Random also enjoyed the look on Matt's face.  The 16 year old hunk, 
who's looks guaranteed him a sex life like a stud horse on Viagra, 
had his sex life in someone's hands, and his face was contorted in 
wild fear.

  "I'm gonna bust'em!"  Randon planned out loud.

  At this, Matt began violently trying to shake free "Please! Randy, 
brother.  Not my balls, not my..."  he was quickly silence by an 
elbow drop to the left testicle by Randon.  Randon was sure he had 
felt his brother's nads make a silent 'pop', but wanted to guarantee 
the job was finished.

He unzipped Matt's jeans and ripped them off.  Underneath he was 
treated to the site of Matt's well toned muscular calfs and thighs. 
On top of this was a pair of tight CK white briefs.  Out of growing 
sexual excitement, Randon literally ripped the undies right off and 
threw them into a corner.

  While Matt cried from pain and humiliation, Randon feasted his eyes 
on the delicious package he had craved for years.  He reached out and 
grasped Matt's 7 inch stick and started massaging it up and down.  
Despite himself, Matt's dick became rock hard.  Randon played with 
it, jerking up and down and squeezing the thick fuck rod gently.  
Matt gave a trademark moan that caused his entire body to ripple and 
his expression to change to unbelievable ecstasy.  Matt's girlfriend 
had massaged him like this before, only his pants were on and it 
didn't feel THIS good.  Matt started to rub his fingers up and down 
his chess as if to compliment his brother's massage.  He was in 
heaven!

  "Randon, I love you. Oh yeah..." Matt moaned slowly as his dick got 
even harder.  Meanwhile,  Randon examined how rock hark Matt had 
become and thought weather or not a guy could snap another guy's dick 
like a twig.  He grabbed the base of Matt's dick firmly and just 
before jerking it to the left, let go.  "Only his nuts." he thought.  
Randon let go of Matt's penis and just in the middle of one of Matt's 
trademarked pre-orgasmic calls, Randon pounded Matt's scrotum into 
his body. Matt cried and tried to escape again.   This time, however, 
Random had squeezed both testicles into one side of the sac so that 
the skin was taught like a bloated balloon.  He then flicked Matt's 
ball bag with two fingers.  The contents jiggled slightly but the 
constriction only added to the pain.  Matt squealed and his entire 
body contorted from the dull ache.

  "You like that?"  Randon taunted slapping his brothers sac with his 
free hand  "How about this..."  he suggested.  He thought about how 
he was when Matt called him sick, and he filled with uncontrollable 
rage.  Without warning, he brought his elbow full force into Matt's 
bloated ball bag -- and this time there was a pop.

  Matt screamed girlishly and kicked both legs high into the air.  
His entire body rippled violently like a fish out of water.  
Meanwhile - the bloodcurdling screams of his younger brother piercing 
his ears - Random let go of Matt's scrotum and examined the damage.  
Something was wrong, no doubt.  As his fingers jabbed and probed the 
boy's sex life, he discovered that Matt's left testicle was no longer 
one solid lump.  It felt more like three separate testicles in the 
same sac, and the skin was starting to turn bright pink - similar to 
a blush.  But Matt wasn't blushing, blood vessels in his broken 
testicle were beginning to leek out and taint the skin in that most 
violent shades of red.

  "I got one! I popped one!  Matt, your only half a man!"  Randon  
couldn't help but tease.  He was feeling an incredible sexual and 
animalistic rush.

  "Oooooh, God!  Randy, Randy..."  Matt struggled between sobs of 
pain "Randy, Rand.  I'm your brother.  Please.  I'm sorry I called 
you sick, you're not sick.  You're just..."  Matt went on begging for 
mercy, but Randon was only getting a higher rush hearing his brothers 
sexy deep voice beg for his sex life, and feeling Matt's chess 
vibrate with his bellowing voice.

  "You think I'm a sinful fag, straight boy?"  Random said grasping 
Matt's remaining ball violently.

  Matt realized what was going on and began struggling even more to 
get free.  He tried grabbing hold of the carpet, kicking up his legs, 
anything to save his virgin genitals.

  "Yeah, straight boys wanna' have all the fun!  Bashin' us all the 
time."  Randon nearly shrieked, his rage over the poor treatment of 
homosexuals coming out on his innocent brother.

  "No, Randy! I'm sorry, I swear!"  Matt pleaded.

  Randon was unstoppable now as he pounded his fist into Matt's ball, 
grinding it into the floor.  After some minutes of this, Randon began 
to crave a final orgasm.  With that, he laid Matt's testicle on floor 
and gave it a powerful karate chop, then punched down on it as hard 
as humanly possible, grinding it to the left and right.  It took only 
two turns at this before Randon felt Matt's bare ball explode like a 
water balloon under his fist

  "Your not a man! Oh I ruined you! Oh!" Randon laughed while he 
rolled Matt's empty bag under his fist. By this time Matt was 
hysterical.  Tears rolled down his face, he no longer struggled to 
fight.  It was pointless now, he had lost his man hood.  Randon 
meanwhile had whipped out his now rock hard dick and masturbated 
violently to the thought of a hunky, gorgeous 16 year old hunk like 
Matthew have no balls.  No sex life.  He though how silly soprano 
would sound coming from such a well toned and muscular body, such a 
manly figure.  It took only minutes before Randon let out a primal 
howl-grunt that seemed to shake the room and released a blast of cum 
that shot almost to the chandelier and rained down on the ruins of 
Matt's sex life -- followed quickly by another, then another.  
Exhausted, Random got up, his dick still bouncing through his 
unzipped fly, and left the room.  Perhaps to formulate a story to 
tell his parents.  Meanwhile,  Matt clutched his ruined balls 
sobbing, his body glistening with sweat and screamed "Their crushed!  
You smasd'd 'em!"



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