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The Blueber vs the Bratwurst game droned on the big flatscreen television, as Sal casually scratched at his belly. The doberman was bored as fuck, and the frat was almost entirely empty. Empty, except for Mark. He glanced over at the buck, who was staring glassy-eyed at the screen, wearing nothing except a gray muscle shirt and a pair of ratty boxers. Sal was wearing some shiny silver gym shorts, and was otherwise shirtless, his ripped abs tensing as the doberman leaned forward to check out Mark's package. Sal's eyes lingered on those boxers, idly calculating exactly what the buck was packing. He hadn't remembered him being particularly big, for a buck, but the bulge he was pushing out suggested otherwise.

"I thought you were gonna be hanging with your girlfriend this weekend," Sal said, casually. Mark groaned, reaching down and cupping a big brown-furred paw over the bulge that Sal was scoping out.

"She broke up with me," Mark groaned. He was a broad shouldered fella, just kind of meaty all around, and his girlfriend had been one of those bouncy types who had been around the block a time or two. "She got tired of how horny I've been. She couldn't handle, well.." He lifted his hand, gesturing obliquely to the bulk of his groin.

"Oh, yeah? You having trouble finding someone to handle your package?" Sal snorted. He gestured to his own bulge, which outsized Mark's significantly. The shorts were specially tailored, with an enhanced pouch in the front to hold both of the big, rounded cantalopes that made up Sal's nuts, and the foot and a half, forearm-thick length of his soft cock that was curled over the cleavage between them. "You really gonna complain about that, to me?"

Mark rolled his eyes, "You're hyper, that's different. I'm not packing THREE FEET of fat dick like you are, I can actually fit in NORMAL people... usually. It's just the fucking rut."

"I thought rut was a myth," Sal joked. He shifted slightly, facing the buck, and felt his shaft thickening and warming against his inner thigh. "You're saying it really, uh, changes things?"

"Yeah, dude, I'm miserable." Mark shook his head. "It's like this constant ache, like I just gotta fuck something. My balls are all swollen and itchy, like I gotta blow my nose, it's just a mess."

"Sounds terrible," Sal agreed. "You should, like, call her back and tell her you need a blowy."

Mark rolled his eyes, and reached over the side of the couch, pulling up a cardboard box. "Fuck that. It's not worth the effort. I'd rather have my balls explode than try to convince her to suck me off again. She said I was 'too gooey'." As Mark talked, he began peeling the tape from the box, ripping the cardboard open with his thick-nailed fingers. "I got this off of TEMU for ten bucks, it should work."

It was a silicone sleeve. It wasn't even a fleshlight, with a distinct orifice on one side, no, it was just an extruded clear silicone sleeve. Mark held it in one hand, a skeptical frown pulling at his lips as he examined it.

"Well... I guess I should not have expected more. It will scratch the itch, anyways." Mark reached down with his other hand, casually pushing his waistband down over the front of his cock, tucking it underneath his balls. They were pushed up, the buck's entire package lifted by the tension of his undies around his thighs. "Sorry, bro, no homo, but, if I don't do something, I'm gonna pop. You don't mind, right?"

"Nah, of course not," Sal said, eyes glinting as he took in what Sal had just put on offer. The buck was packing; there had to have been a foot or so of deer meat, nicely pudged but still floppy soft, and as long as his cock was, his nuts were longer. Ovoid testicles that were as long as the buck's hand, the short-fuzzed scrotum wrapped snugly around them like saran wrap. There were hints of blue veins squiggling underneath the tan skin. Sal could smell the buck's horny musk, bleachy and earthy, from two cushions away. "Nice dick, dude. Nice balls, too." Sal said, bypassing the whole 'oh i'm not gay' thing and moving right on to flattering the horny stud.

"Ugh, thanks, but seriously, my scrote is gonna rip open if they grow any further. I've been through rut before but this year is bad," Mark said, as he grabbed and jacked his cock. He glanced over at Sal, then back to his cock, his cheeks burning red. "Uh, are you planning on... watching... or... I mean, I don't mind, I can leave if it's weird."

"Bro, we're frat brothers, I'm totally fine with it. It's not like you're asking me to hold the fleshlight for you, right?" Sal laughed, and Mark flinched, then laughed as well. "Go to town, don't mind me. If you want, I can pretend to watch the game, but I gotta admit, I'm kinda curious if rut makes you spurt more."

"Yeah, it does," Mark groaned. His dick squeezed the root of his cock, the whole length of it flaring briefly into rigid thickness. He had a nice head on his cock, longer than a regular one but kind of tapering, fluted in a way that would make it easy to wedge into snug holes. A blob of precum oozed from the tip, and Mark gestured to it with a nod to his head. "Like I said, I'm really oozey right now. It's a mess, I have to wrap my whole dick with toilet paper when I go jogging just to keep from looking like I pissed myself."

"Brutal," Sal said, watching as Mark positioned the end of the cheap toy at the end of his cock. "But at least you're saving money on lube, right?"

"Ha, right," Mark said. He bit his lower lip, his long muzzle focusing on the toy in his han.His fingers tightened around the end of the toy, keeping it pinched tightly around his slick cockhead, and he pulled it down over him like a sock. His cock speared up into it, the translucent, stretchy material bulging out with the maroon flesh of the buck's dick.

Sal could see the dick plug fill the inside of the toy, stretching it width-wise and length-wise as it pushed up into and through the middle of the toy. The walls of the toy were stretched thin, it was clearly designed for someone with a much smaller penis, but Sal held his tongue as he watched the show unfold.

"Oh, god, yes, that's perfect," Mark enthused. His dick bulged out the far end of the toy, emerging from the tip of it rigid and stiff, precum flowing freely from the slit. He leaned back on the couch, not humping, just enjoying the feeling of the toy gripping his cock. "Fuckin' hell, I needed this! I-"

Rriiiiip! The toy split at the tip, the buck's cockhead having torn the very end of the rim of it with its massive intrusion. The toy, stretched too far in too many directions, yielded. Sal smirked as it snapped like a balloon, the silicone peeling back with a spray of slippery precum and bouncing away from Mark's groin, leaving his slick, hard cock jutting into the air with nothing around it.

"FUCK!" Mark said, irritatedly.

"Well, to be specific, it's 'no fuck', if you think about it," Sal quipped. Mark had gotten fully hard, and the doberman was making no attempt to hide the open staring at the buck's junk. He knew straight guys, knew that if they were horny enough and if things were casual enough, that they'd be down to let a guy handle their junk. Mark's aching erection throbbed, another pulse of precum trying to lube up a pussy that wasn't there to accept him.

"Not cool, dude, not cool. It's ten am on a Sunday, it's not like I can just order another one and have it dropped off," Mark groused. He stroked his dick with his hand, but winced and let it go. "My dick's too sensitive to jack off, I need pussy. You don't have a sister or anything, do you?"

"Bro, really?" Sal snorted. "You think I'd let my sis hook up with a hornball with you? I am guessing 'rut brain' is a real thing too."

"Look, I'm trying, it's hard being this hard and having nothing to fuck. I ain't into dudes or I'd be asking to use your ass!"

Sal rolled his eyes. "There's always something to fuck. If you're really that worried about being gay, you can just... fuck my dick, if you want."

The trap was set, and Sal raised an eyebrow as Mark stared at him quizzically. The buck's dick was painfully erect, twitching with his heartbeat, his balls churning and tight. "The fuck does that mean, how is that NOT gay?"

Good, good. He accepted the premise, just not the implications. "Well, I mean, you're playing with YOUR dick, right? That's not gay, right?" Sal rubbed his hand down along the front of his gym shorts, his own mass bulging it out, the shiny fabric gleaming in the soft light filtering in through the window.

He was well known for being the biggest guy in the chat, and that showed in the size of his bulge, a massive wad of warm, soft flesh that jutted up between his legs. He reached under his waistband and rubbed his finger along his dick. It was slightly chubbed, fleshy and thickened but not half hard just yet.

"Yeah, but that's my dick, I don't want to play with your dick," Mark said, watching as Sal pulled his dick out of his pants. It was colossal, even soft, the veined length flopping limp and meatily over Sal's forearm with the tip resting on the couch cushion next to him.

"Right, right. You fuck my ass, that's gay, fuck my mouth, that's gay, but fucking my dick? That's just being a bro."

"It's not," Mark scoffed, reaching down to rub over his heavy eggs, his face grimacing at the painful lust that was so backed up in his system.

"You're gonna have to trust me bro, everyone in the frat docks each other, swapping cum between their dicks, it's as gay as sharing a beer. Seriously, you don't even have to touch my dick if you don't want to, just put your dick in it and vent some steam."

Mark stood up, the buck wincing as his balls swung between his thighs. The creamy tan fur of his belly had a darker ruff of brown fur, a longer-furred treasure trail that bloomed into the fur that crowned his heavy dick and heavier balls. With gravity dragging the swollen, heavy orbs even lower between his thighs, each step felt like someone squeezing the cords. He sauntered close, his cock jutting needily forward but his arms folded in suspicion. "I don't think everyone does, Sal. I've heard you do things with your dick, like, you swallow people's junk with it and shit..."

"That's an exaggeration, I swallow people's loads and then they get self conscious about it later, but I'm not the one who's talking about it. Mark, you gotta trust me," Sal lied, "You're the only dude in the frat who hasn't blown multiple loads down my dick. Once you do, you'll realize there's nothing like it. No muss, no fuss. Come on, dude, neither of us want to spend the whole morning just staring at each other's dicks, right?"

Mark sighed, and glanced at the door. Sal could see the thoughts mulling through the buck's rut-addled brain. Was anyone gonna catch him? Would it count as gay if he did it during rut? Was he really going to turn down the chance to blow his load just because it would be blown down a dude's dick?

The answer to all of those questions was 'no', apparently, as Mark stepped closer to Sal, gripped the end of his cock, and pushed it down, angling it towards Sal's groin. "Fine. Do it."

"Do it yourself, bitch," Sal grinned, keeping his briefs and gym shorts pulled down with his free hand and gripping his floppy cock with the other. "You're the horny one, I'm just offering you a replacement fleshlight for a couple minutes."

Mark watched as Sal's dick wiggled bonelessly, the thickened shaft looking extraordinarily... fleshy. The tip of it was especially engorged, the red line that made up Sal's cock slit looking... remarkably... like a hairless pussy. He felt his dick strain, a fresh drooling strand of precum oozing out from the tip. "Ugh, fine, but like... try not to get hard..."

Sal spread his thighs, letting Mark crouch between them. The buck reached and hesitantly took the end of Sal's dick in his other hand, and Sal had to restrain himself, just for a few seconds, to keep himself from getting erect at the other dude holding his junk like that.

"See?" Sal said, his teeth gritting together slightly. "Just a pussy chute for ya. You're thinking too much about it, Mark. Just stuff your dick in and get off."

"Fine," Mark said. He twisted the loose, fleshy warm cock in his hand like a doorknob, studying it. Something about it seemed to pass the 'rut check', and he stretched it away from Sal's groin, and up to his cock tip. Sal allowed his dick to extend, stretching out of his groin seamlessly after a moment's hesitation, and Mark ended up pulling the end of Sal's cock completely over the end of his own cock.

This was it. If Mark was going to bail, this was the moment, so Sal had to make sure he stuck around. Sal protruded his shaft further, the warm, pillowy head of his dick sliding easily, soft and slick and smooth up over the oozing, dripping head of Mark's cock, engulfing it, and squeezed.

"Holy-" Mark swore, and Sal knew he had him. He hardened, jutting forward inch after inch, and the hapless buck watched as Sal's burgeoning erection surged up and around his cock, enveloping it. The buck had to take a step back, as the doberman's cock swallowed him entirely to the root, and kept growing. Mark's one foot created a solid bulge down the dog's pipe, but there was two feet of erection past his dick that was telescoping out into full erection as well, and Mark had to make room for that.

The buck's back arched, every muscle tightening, damn, even his nips were getting hard as Sal's cock enfolded over and around and against his straining erection. His dick was hefty, a thick torpedo that was fattened and rounded at the end, that smooth narrow glans leading to a bulky barrel that extended most of the way down his shaft. He was still holding the end of Sal's shaft, feeling it firming and thickening between his fingers as it gripped and sucked on his dick, but he wasn't doing the pumping. He was just holding it, as it bobbed and stroked against his cock. "How in the hell-"

"Stop thinking about it, bro, just enjoy yourself," Sal said. He leaned back, enjoying watching the lean buck's body tremble as he squatted and watched his dick getting fellated by another dick. Those massive, rut-swollen testicles swayed, churning and trying to tighten up against Mark's groin, and Sal licked his lips as he realized they were simply too heavy to do it.

Mark groaned over head, hips beginning to buck as he tugged and squeezed at Sal's cock head. Sal had full, and total control, over Mark's body at this point; he could rip the buck's package off at any point. He could do it right now, if he wanted, but he wasn't in a rush, so he could extract every last ounce of growth from the horny ungulate. The bucking frat boy was blind with lust as Sal reached past their conjoined cocks, circling his fingers around Mark's low-hanging scrotum and pulling them towards him.

He hadn't realized just how low the buck's balls had hung. A full four inches of warm, soft fuzzy scrotum slid through Sal's fingers before he found himself cupping behind the twin mangoes. They were firm, solid and fully loaded, and as he pulled them back and upwards towards himself, they pressed solidly into the middle of his own cock, below even where Mark's own cock ended. Mark's cock extended a full foot down through Sal's three feet, and his balls hung low enough that the bulge of the embedded dick ended before the start of the balls began. There was over a foot of loose scrotum before the buck's nuts began.

"These are some nice nuts!" Sal said, casually, as he strokes his fingers soothingly against the back of those eggs, keeping them in place against his shaft and just softly kneading them. "I can see why you're so eager to empty them out."

The nuts churned, struggling again to lift up, but Sal coyly kept them in place. "Why don't you push yourself real deep, bro? Balls deep. Go all the way and give me all you got."

"Don't make it weird man," Mark panted, but he didn't have the willpower to say no. He pushed in, his cock bulging out Sal's own, his full foot grinding down through that sweet slick urethra and between the bulges of his own nuts. Sal's own cockhead was smooshed up against his groin, pushing deep against the root of his shaft, and the way it squeezed and gripped him was just amazing.

Sal felt those balls clench - Mark had only pushed in an extra inch or two, but it was enough to allow those aching eggs to finally release their load up and into his body. He felt them clench, felt the thrum of seed draining out of them just before he felt the buck's cock swell inside him.

Mark came, and he came hard. The buck tossed his head back, antlers jamming into his own shoulders as he bleated, his dick surging a hot gushing load of backed up salty deer pudding straight down Sal's cock. The thick squirt filled up the bottom half of the doberman's dick, the canine nodding in acknowledgement of just how much volume was suddenly being fracked down into his cock. He could take it, of course, his groin allowing the first blob of seed to sit there, bulging out the root of his cock in the way one might let wine rest on the tongue, but it was gulped down momentarily afterwards. Sal had his own itch to scratch, an itch in his nuts that needed to claim seed just as badly as Mark needed to purge his.

Each of Mark's spurts had to have been half a cup or so in volume, the gellid sperm rich and salted, potent with the buck's vitality, and as they were gulped down into the doberman's thirsty balls, the spurts disintegrated into raw energy and size. Sal's nuts were full already, but there was always room for growth, and the pulse of each blast of seed into his testicles filled them with a fresh, vital energy that Sal had been lacking.

"There ya go, letting it all out, eh? I can practically feel these bad boys shrinking," Sal said, the buck snorting at the thought. His shoulders shuddered as the initial pangs of overwhelming pleasure had softened to heavy, warm throbs of sensation that coursed over his body. His nuts began to relax, their need fulfilled, the excess seed purged, but Sal could feel a lot more still in them, the ripe coconuts still pressurized with need and seed. "This is your only chance to pump out every last drop, take advantage of it."

Mark wheezed. His head was still foggy with pleasure, but he was grounding himself, finding himself fully lodged inside the dick of his frat mate, having just had an exhaustingly satisfying orgasm.

"Uh, sure bro, but... I mean... if you're here all weekend, I'll just hit you up when I jack off," Mark said. Now that he had cum, he was feeling a little more self conscious about having his foot long deer cock jammed inside another dude's. "But, I mean, thanks, I appreciate it and all. Felt great."

Mark tried to stand up, and for a moment, he was able to, as the cock smooshed up into his groin retracted, allowing him to stroke the full length of his shaft for a good inch or so along the inside of Sal's dick. The sensation itself was nearly enough to make the buck climax again. But before he could, it all stopped. There was a resistance, like Sal's cock had applied the air brakes and locked him in place.

"Uh-uh-uh," Sal said, smiling widely. "Not so fast..."

Mark frowned, then shook his head, "Look, if you want to cum or something, maybe I can find you a dildo or something? Is that what gets you off?" He tried to stand up, irritated that Sal's dick was suddenly gripping so tight, holding on so snugly. Mark's body pulled against it, but it felt weird, not like he was pulling his dick free of Sal's dick, it felt like he was pulling himself free from his own dick.

The flesh stretched, the hard flesh of the root of his cock distending like a gummy candy. There was a peculiar sensation, too, a stickiness under the flesh. It felt like the time one of the wolf twins had wrapped Mark's nut-sack in duct tape, the way the glue had fused with Mark's skin and the weird way his scrotum had stretched away from his body as he peeled the tape off of it.

He reached down, intending to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock, to grip and help pull at it, but as his thumb and forefinger touched the very base of his shaft, it split away from his body. Mark gasped, confused as to what he was seeing, as two seams split on either side of the base of his cock, but even as he watched uncomrehendingly, the seams split and grew. The skin peeled away, revealing the darker brown smooth flesh underneath, the flesh the same color as Mark's lips. His fingers slid into the gap, and he felt the flesh separating incrementally, peeling away from his body with the same stretchy-snappy-sensation as his scrotum had with the duct tape. It tickled and itched and ached at the same time, and he boggled as to how his fingers could be IN his dick like this, and all of a sudden his fingers were touching each other and he felt himself stumbling backwards away from Sal.

Sal loved the expression on the buck's face as he realized that there really was nothing where there had been a good six pounds of buck meat only moments previously. Well, not exactly nothing - his treasure trail led from his chest down over his abs, ending abruptly at a smooth nulled spot, a grayish brown, glassy smooth like the surface of a tablet after the plastic layer had been peeled off. He grunted, in confusion more than anything, trying to understand what he was seeing, what he had just felt happen. Meanwhile, Sal released the two fat balls, letting the impromptu maces swing, swirling and untethered from Mark's body at the end of the big disjointed dick that was left jutting down the center of Sal's cock.

"Whoops. I told ya, not so fast, my cock can be kind of greedy sometimes."

"Dude! You stole my junk!?" Mark asked, staring at his nuts as they swung tauntingly from the end of Sal's big, hard cock. His cheeks flushed a brilliant red under his fur, as he grabbed the big nuts in his own hand, the saggy scrotum heavy enough to bend Sal's cock down even with the ground.

"I didn't steal it, you gave it to me. Practically ripped them off yourself," Sal teased, enjoying the sensation of Mark trying to tug his still hard, still straining cock back out from inside Sal's own. In response, Sal's dick swallowed, pulling it two inches further down inside, the last hint of the root disappearing between the puffy cocklips. The soft fuzzy scrotum bunched up, threaded into the eye of Sal's dick as it was dragged down by the prized buck meat.

"Come on, dude, I need those! I'm a deer, our balls are, like, everything! I'll lose my antlers without them!" Mark groused. He watched as inches of his own scrotum slid up through his fingers, disappearing into the doberman's cock. He had heard rumors about that cock, rumors that he hadn't even thought about because he was so damned horny. He knew that if he reached in to try and take his cock back, well... it had ended well for that ferret pledge. Or at least, that was what he had heard. "Please? Just let me keep them at least!

"Nah. You've been complaining about rut the whole dang day, basically begging me to find a way to help you out with it. Consider yourself helped. You got a good hearty orgasm from it, right?"

More of Mark's scrotum disappeared, the huge balls sliding up through his fingers, nearing the tip of Sal's cock. Mark tried to pull down on them, but all he was doing was straining the cords - Sal's dick was irrefutable in its desire for the buck's fat nuts. Sal must have picked up on his distress, because the doberman gestured for Mark to step closer.

"Dude, I know you are fussin' right now, but check this out." Sal reached forward, under Mark's chest, under his belly, and pressed his rough palm against the smooth spot between Mark's legs. The deer shuddered, his fingers going numb with the pang of intense, sensual pleasure. It was like every nerve in his groin had been tickled at once, the potency of the pleasure nearly as powerful as the orgasm he had just had. He crumpled to his knees, nearly letting go of his balls as he struggled not to black out from the pleasure of it. Nearly.

"Holy shit," the gelded cervine said, his fingers tightly holding onto his own nuts, as the last of the loose scrotum was noodle-slurped up into Sal's cock.

"Right?" Sal said. "You get your balls back, it means you lose access to all those 'instant orgasms' that I just gave you. You don't want that, do you?"

"But.. babies...." Mark mumbled, but he found himself letting go of the huge, heavy orbs that had been his prized endowments for so many years. His hands immediately went to his groin, pressing both together between his thighs and stroking his palms against the intensely sensitive pleasure spot.

"Good null boy," Sal teased, as he relaxed back on the couch. He hadn't wanted to swallow all of Mark down, but if he had had to, well, it wasn't like there was anyone else around. He stroked his own cock, enjoying the stretched feeling that Mark's fat dick gave it as it sank like a torpedo deeper into his groin. He reached down with his other hand, cupping his own balls - bigger than Mark's, but not by much - and letting them hang over the edge of the couch. He really didn't want to cramp them. As solid as they were, when they swelled up with new growth, any kind of pressure against them could cause them to be slightly deformed for a day or two, and Sal wasn't interested in having 'half-flats' when he next went to the gym.

The balls were some of the biggest Sal had dealt with, and their 'ruttiness' gave them a slightly swollen, squishy feel to them that the doberman knew was going to feel excellent sliding down his cock. He cupped the left one, lifting it up with one hand, and cupped the right one with his other paw. He fed the left one in first, cupping the roughly lemon-shaped orb against his cock slit and then firmly, smoothly stuffing that slipper egg down inside. The slickness of the inside of the scrotum that was still contained inside made it easier, but Sal still had to push down a pleasant amount to shoehorn the big nut down inside his cock. He couldn't help but grin; this was an excellent score. The rounded lemon twisted slightly, its cross section was kind of egg shaped on its own, as was Sal's urethra, and it aligned itself to most easily slip down into the big doberman stud. Sal tucked the very end of it in with his fingers, left with a crumpled empty bit of scrotum. Now, to tuck in the right nut.

Mark watched, eyes lidded, mouth open, drooling as he remained curled up and stroking his groin feverishly. He watched as his last bit of masculinity was tucked down into Sal's well-warmed cockhead like a ben wa bead, the whole massive bulk of it gulped down, just a bulge that followed the bulge of his other nut as it slid down the length of Sal's cock. Sal held his cock to the side, showing off the profile of his dick to the dude he had just claimed the masculinity from. Mark couldn't stop watching the bulges, the huge bulges that his cock and balls made up inside the doberman's dick.

His mango-sized, mango-shaped were easier for Sal's cock to gulp down, apparently, nestling against each other as they slid down Sal's shaft, covering the distance to nudge in against the thick, solid bar that his still-erect dick made. Sal's cock throbbed, and he could see the rhythmic contractions, the swallows that pulled his stolen meat deeper and deeper down into the dog's groin.

Sal enjoyed the feel of the buck's fat cock sinking down into his left testicle. It was a pleasant stretching bulge, a bulky obstruction that made his ball ache, probably in the same way that Mark's balls had ached this morning. Unlike Mark, though, Sal was able to do something about it. His nut clenched down, the spongy tissue grinding down into the flesh of Mark's cock, the whole foot-long spear of it being compressed into a loosely donut shape as it was squeezed on all sides. Its girth would protect it somewhat, but Sal had churned hundreds of cocks by now.

The second squeeze caused it to melt, the veined, satiny skin blurring and dissolving, globs of the rich dick meat disintegrating into the walls of the porous testicle flesh, commuted from deer flesh to dog flesh as cock became ball. Both of Sal's nuts would benefit from this equally, and his cock would as well of course, but he felt the warmth of the dissolving dick enter his groin through his left nut. It was a pleasant heat, permeating his loins and making him want to grow. And, with the fuel that Mark's genitals provided, he could.

He felt the first testicle probe it's way into his left nut, behind the half-melted cock, and Sal hissed as the mushy liquified but not absorbed remnants of Mark's cock was forced into the spongy absorptive tissues of his testicle, saturating it in an indulgently excessive way. Sal loved the ache that feeling his left nut get stuffed so much with gave him, and he rolled himself forward, reaching for Mark's hand.

"You'll wanna feel this," He said, dragging the horn-dazed nullo's hand to grasp his nut. His ball was still mostly rounded, though the lemon shape of the left nut bulged it out, distending it slightly as it grasped it. The nut inside Sal's own nut was huge, and even though Sal's melons are even bigger than Mark's were, it was still a considerable amount of flesh to sheath inside of his own. The left side of his scrotum bulged outwards, obscenely, his scrotum taut and glossy as it was stretched thin around the huge testicle.

"What is-" Mark started to ask, his other hand rubbing furiously against his own groin, his mouth slack mouthed as he blindly groped and rubbed against Sal's nut. He was interrupted by a wet, gurgling clenching sound. The big nut that had been jammed into Sal's nut was crushed, compacted down like an old can as it disintegrated into pure virility, mass and hormones.

"Oh fuck, my nut," Mark moaned, his body clenching down as he felt his ball being destroyed inside Sal's own. "You're, like, eating it?"

"Yup," Sal said, as the remaining right testicle slid down through the neck of his own scrotum, the massive bulge nudging into the top of his own ball. "My body is a machine that turns your nuts into my nuts," he said. He let go of Mark's hand, letting the buck slap himself in the groin, stroking furiously as he watched. "I know I should chew more before I take my next bite, but I just can't help myself, Mark, your groin is just so ready to be smelted down."

He was already feeling an inch of length in his cock, his dick swelling outwards slightly more. His right nut looked almost small now, in comparison to the bulk of Mark's entire depleting groin stuffed into his left testicle. His nut relaxed, the half-digested goop of Mark's left testicle and the remnants of his cock pushed aside as the last of Mark's genitals were ushered in.

"It feels good, too. Shame you won't be able to feel it, there's nothing like getting your nut stuffed full like this." Sal said. His nut contracted, crushing all of the genitals together, with wet, glooping, tearing plops as what had been prized trophy-sized balls were crushed and rendered down into slop. The nut contracted, then reinflated, wet slithering sounds as it ripped the compacted flesh back into wet goopy hunks. Mark's ears twitched with each sound of his junk being digested and devoured, watching the big round balls flatten and distend, 'chewing' on his junk like gum.

"I think I need to snack on rutters more often. Your nuts are so big, but they're like, squishy, flexible. They slipped right in, and they're just.. damn, they're just breaking down like nothing. Perfect. They're like a medium rare steak. Most nuts are more like medium well." Sal was enjoying himself, stroking himself as all remnants of Mark were pulped and digested away, leaving only the sheer mass of the genitals themselves in a nameless, hormone saturated mass that his nut was all too eager to absorb into itself. "You seeing this, boo? Your junk made my nut massive."

Mark said nothing, only moaning and squealing as he began to climax, watching the end of his masculinity get used to make his bro's junk even bigger.

Sal hefted his nut with both hands, whistling at the sheer immense size of it. "Fuck, dude," Sal swore, "This might be my biggest gains I've gotten since I joined the frat. You really should be proud of yourself. You had some bigguns. Mine now, of course, but still..."

"Uh, thanks," Mark said, his face contorting in weirded out confusion. "Those are my nuts you're talking about.. nuts you just ate."

"Yeah, digesting as we speak. And it's your nuts AND cock," Sal said. He squeezed his humongous left nut, and then chuckled. "Hold on, let's balance this out. I don't want people thinking there's something wrong with my balls," he joked. His nut contracted with a hot slick glurping splatter, and his right nut swelled up, expanding like a balloon as mass was redistributed between the two. "MMm, much better. If you're gonna have blue balls, it's better to have TWO of them, not just one."

He stood up, spreading his legs to let his junk hang low, dangling over Mark as the nulled buck relaxed from his string of null-based orgasms. "Watch how my dick is dropping lower. You're adding what, two inches? Three? Maybe more?" He shook his head, as if impressed with Mark's digested cock. "Must have REALLY been pent up."

The mass of Mark's junk had been pushed up, swelling out his dick, swelling out his right nut, his left having contracted down so that everything looked proportionate to each other, even if they were wildly disproportionate with the rest of his body. It was a good meal.

"Hey, no hard feelings about absorbing your cock and balls into my own, right?" He grinned toothily, giving the unmaled buck a condescending pat on his shoulder. "Let's be honest, it's not like you had any chance of using them any time soon. I did you a favor. You want a beer?"

"... fuck it. Sure. But gimme one of the good ones. Heineken." Mark said. He cracked a grin, watching as Sal walked away, the huge balls swinging back and forth, exactly like his had. Back when he had them.

Sal loved the feeling of the extra weight, the extra masculinity suffusing his groin. His nuts were gonna be half a pound heavier, each, his dick probably an extra four inches longer. The amount he grew from each 'extraction' was variable, but Sal knew that the more pent up he was, the more concentrated a dude's lust was, the more Sal 'got' from them when he took it all. He reached down, enjoying the added solid bulk of mass that his left nut had as he cupped it, and then stroked his long, thick dick.

Damn, he thought. I kind of need a hole to fuck, don't I? Sal mused to himself, as he grabbed a couple beers from the fridge. Then he paused, eyes narrowing in concern. Wait... is this... rut?