Marcus gets busted

When a straight stud's gay brother vents some steam on his 
brother's balls, the results are 'explosive'.

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	Marcus 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 Marcus 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, Marcus's face was contorted in nauseating fear.  The 
source -- his older brother Justin.  Justin was a mirror image of 
Marcus, 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... Marcus, 
and you couldn't blame him. 
  On this day, Marcus had walked in on Justin while he masturbated 
to Marcus's swimming team photo (the one where Marcus made a 
dramatic pose in only his Speedo briefs -- very tight) only a few 
minutes before.  Marcus called Justin 'sick' in disgusted, which 
triggered Justin to lunge at his little brother.  Of course it took 
only seconds for the larger and more aggressive Justin to have 
Marcus pinned to the floor begging for mercy.  
  Justin was sitting on Marcus's stomach (that was face up) and was 
facing away from Marcus's face.  He took this opportunity to pound 
his fist three... four ... five times into Marcus's still 
developing nuts.  Marcus let out a girlish scream as Justin ground 
his fist into his crotch.
  "Oh, please!  My nuts...Ohh." Marcus groaned and Justin roughly 
massaged Marcus's chestnut sized balls between his fingers.  The 
feeling of his brothers nuts through his jeans gave Justin an 
instant hardon, and an idea.  The more he pounded his fist into 
Marcus's crotch, and the more he screamed, the more his body 
rippled and the more his beefy muscles flexed and glistened golden 
with sweat.  Justin also enjoyed the look on Marcus'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!"  Justin planned out loud.
  At this, Marcus began violently trying to shake free "Please! 
Justin, brother.  Not my balls, not my..."  he was quickly silence 
by an elbow drop to the left testicle by Justin.  Justin was sure 
he had felt his brother's nads make a silent 'pop', but wanted to 
guarantee the job was finished.
He unzipped Marcus's jeans and ripped them off.  Underneath he was 
treated to the site of Marcus's well toned muscular calfs and 
thighs. On top of this was a pair of tight CK white briefs.  Out of 
growing sexual excitement, Justin literally ripped the undies right 
off and threw them into a corner.
  While Marcus cried from pain and humiliation, Justin feasted his 
eyes on the delicious package he had craved for years.  He reached 
out and grasped Marcus's 7 inch stick and started massaging it up 
and down.  Despite himself, Marcus's dick became rock hard.  Justin 
played with it, jerking up and down and squeezing the thick fuck 
rod gently.  Marcus gave a trademark moan that caused his entire 
body to ripple and his expression to change to unbelievable 
ecstasy.  Marcus's girlfriend had massaged him like this before, 
only his pants were on and it didn't feel THIS good.  Marcus 
started to rub his fingers up and down his chess as if to 
compliment his brother's massage.  He was in heaven!
  "Justin, I love you. Oh yeah..." Marcus moaned slowly as his dick 
got even harder.  Meanwhile,  Justin examined how rock hark Marcus 
had become and thought weather or not a guy could snap another 
guy's dick like a twig.  He grabbed the base of Marcus's dick 
firmly and just before jerking it to the left, let go.  "Only his 
nuts." he thought.  Justin let go of Marcus's penis and just in the 
middle of one of Marcus's trademarked pre-orgasmic calls, Justin 
pounded Marcus's scrotum into his body. Marcus cried and tried to 
escape again.   This time, however, Justin had squeezed both 
testicles into one side of the sac so that the skin was taught like 
a bloated balloon.  He then flicked Marcus's ball bag with two 
fingers.  The contents jiggled slightly but the constriction only 
added to the pain.  Marcus squealed and his entire body contorted 
from the dull ache.
  "You like that?"  Justin taunted slapping his brothers sac with 
his free hand  "How about this..."  he suggested.  He thought about 
how he was when Marcus called him sick, and he filled with 
uncontrollable rage.  Without warning, he brought his elbow full 
force into Marcus's bloated ball bag -- and this time there was a 
pop.
  Marcus 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 - Justin let go of Marcus'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 Marcus'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 Marcus 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!  Marcus, your only half a man!"  
Justin  couldn't help but tease.  He was feeling an incredible 
sexual and animalistic rush.
  "Oooooh, God!  Justin, Justin..."  Marcus struggled between sobs 
of pain "Justin.  I'm your brother.  Please.  I'm sorry I called 
you sick, you're not sick.  You're just..."  Marcus went on begging 
for mercy, but Justin was only getting a higher rush hearing his 
brothers sexy deep voice beg for his sex life, and feeling Marcus's 
chess vibrate with his bellowing voice.
  "You think I'm a sinful fag, straight boy?"  Justin said grasping 
Marcus's remaining ball violently.
  Marcus 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."  Justin nearly shrieked, his rage over the poor treatment of 
homosexuals coming out on his innocent brother.
  "No, Randy! I'm sorry, I swear!"  Marcus pleaded.
  Justin was unstoppable now as he pounded his fist into Marcus's 
ball, grinding it into the floor.  After some minutes of this, 
Justin began to crave a final orgasm.  With that, he laid Marcus'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 Justin felt Marcus's 
bare ball explode like a water balloon under his fist
  "Your not a man! Oh I ruined you! Oh!" Justin laughed while he 
rolled Marcus's empty bag under his fist. By this time Marcus was 
hysterical.  Tears rolled down his face, he no longer struggled to 
fight.  It was pointless now, he had lost his man hood.  Justin 
meanwhile had whipped out his now rock hard dick and masturbated 
violently to the thought of a hunky, gorgeous 16 year old hunk like 
Marcus having 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 Justin 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 Marcus's sex life -- followed quickly by another, then another.  
Exhausted, Justin got up, his dick still bouncing through his 
unzipped fly, and left the room.  Perhaps to formulate a story to 
tell his parents.  Meanwhile,  Marcus clutched his ruined balls 
sobbing, his body glistening with sweat and screamed "Their 
crushed!  You smasd'd 'em!"