When Deepak came to, he was naked. The 22-year-old was seated in a wooden chair, hands tied around his back, ankles to the chair legs. His 9” olive cock was rock-hard, arcing up and throbbing with the head against his belly. He looked around, dark eyes taking in his surroundings. He was in a familiar room; his room. More specifically his and Kristoph’s room. 

Speak of the devil; Kristoph’s voice suddenly cut through the air, “Finally awake, I see.” The blonde male stepped out of their shared bathroom, also totally naked. So his boyfriend had him tied up and they were both undressed? Not an unusual Saturday night, but he didn’t usually not know how he got there.

“Umm, what’s goin’ on dude.” 

Kristoph stuck out his tongue and winked, “Just having some fun with you!” 

Oh gosh, that sounded ominous. The pale, muscular youth ambled over to his boyfriend, the latter unable to appreciate the view. His lover’s cock was equally erect, though slightly shorter than his own. 

“What kind of fun, exactly?” Deepak wasn’t upset. It was kinda sexy, really.

“That’s a surprise <3” 

Suddenly, Deepak felt a sharp prick on his leg. He looked down, and saw Kristoph’s delicate hand holding a syringe that was currently thrust into his thigh. “What the fuck, Kris!?” 

The tall, pale man removed the syringe, a single drop of blood welling up where it had penetrated Deepak’s flesh. “What the shit is that??” Deepak was furious.

“Calm down, D, it’s just a little aphrodisiac. It’ll make you cum like a firehose, apparently.” His grin was mischievous.

Deepak wasn’t convinced, “You put me to sleep, tie me up, inject me with God-knows-what, and I’m just supposed to blithely go alon-” There was a loud gurgling noise, cutting Deepak off. Despite being as loud as a particularly forceful belly rumble, it emanated from his ballsack. Deepak and Kris were silent, both staring at his testicles. Then they started to inflate.

There was a sound of rushing water, like through a hose, as Deepak’s balls began to swell and grow in size. It was subtle, the pair just barely growing, maybe a few millimeters or so every second in diameter. But it was most definitely visible. 

“Holyshit!!” Deepak exclaimed, cock throbbing harder than ever before, a drop of precum welling up from his pisslit. 

Kristoph giggled happily, “It works!!!”

“What the hell?! You said it was just an aphrodisiac!” Deepak’s ballsack was not growing the same rate his balls were. As the swelling testes filled up, going from their initial approximately-golf-ball-size to something more along the lines of oversized chicken eggs. 

“Well, that’s not Technically Incorrect….” Kris smiled again, eyes locked on the slowly expanding junk of his boyfriend, “Let’s just say a ‘side effect’ is a rapid overproduction of jizz.”

“So my balls are literally inflating with cum?” His ballsack was beginning to be stretched by the expanding testicles within. The many wrinkles of flesh has smoothed out, so that his coinpurse looked like that of one of those weird guys he’d seen pictures of on the internet who injected saline into their junk. 

“Mmhmm!” Kristoph touched a finger lightly to the drooling cockhead of Deepak, gently smearing some of the clear precum down the underside of the shaft. The touch was so gentle and light that Deepak could barely feel it, but the sensation drove him all the madder for it. Prejism was pulsing out of his cumslit more copiously than it ever had before in his life. 

Deepak’s ballsack was roughly apple-sized now, the skin of the ballsack ever so slightly shiny as it was stretched. “Kris, you gotta get me to cum then!” 

“All in good time, babe,” The tall blonde grasped the fat shaft. Deepak moaned; the touch of his boyfriend electric on his throbbing dick. The prick pulsed, a thick dollop of precum gushing out and lubing Kris’s hand.

His balls were swelling faster now, each approaching the size of his fist. The increase in size seemed to have an effect on his output, as Deepak’s large cock was streaming far more pre than usual. Kris’s hand was entirely coated, and more still ran down onto Deepak’s balls and thighs.

Kris could tell the huge prick he was jerking was not left out of the growth. The formerly 9” dick had grown at least an inch or more, but its growth in girth was what was really impressive. Kris’s hand was being forced open wider and wider; at the rate his fingers wouldn’t be able to meet in a matter of seconds.

Deepak was so horny it was almost unbearable. Every stroke of Kristoph’s hand was like an orgasm in of itself, but it was still not enough. He NEEDED to cum. 

His balls each rivaled an orange now their incredible volume taking up all the space between Deepak’s thighs. Meanwhile, his dick was breaking a foot in length, and for the first time in his lust addled state, Deepak noticed its size.

“What the fuck’s happening to my dick?!”

Kristoph giggled, “Oh, just a fun side effect.” He wrapped both hands around the fat shaft, one above the other, now plenty of room on the huge dick. Then he began to pump, the slick pre making an impressively loud shlucking sound as Kris’s fingers glided over the hot flesh. 

Deepak’s grapefruits were full to the bursting; he wanted to jizz so badly! He thrust up into Kris’s hands, pumping his hips wildly. It was better than the tightest ass he had ever had. Oh gosh, he was so close already!

“Uh-uh!” Suddenly the sweet pressure was gone. “Don’t get ahead of yourself; we still got a lot of playing to do, babe….”
	
Deepak whimpered, cock throbbing.

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Deepak didn’t know how much time had passed. It could have been minutes, hours, days But he did know that every moment of it he was locked in sweet, sensual, sexual torment.
	
His cock was well past 2 feet long. The beast had an angry red tinge, and a literal fountain of precum burst from the several-inch cumslit, drenching Deepak and adding to a considerable pond growing around his seat.

His balls were bigger than his torso, eclipsing his legs, and resting on the floor in front of him. Weighing them down, Kris sat atop them, straddling the overworked scrotum. The blond man delicately was tracing his fingertips over the massive veins of the cock on display in front of him. He licked the frenulum ever so slightly, sending shudders of pleasure through his boyfriend.

Despite the size of his junk, every touch was multiplied a thousandfold for the poor olive skinned man. His monster cock was so sensitive even the merest brush made him want to scream, or moan, or yell, but all he had the energy to do was pant for breath.

And he was still swelling. Faster than ever, even. His balls inflated beneath heith increasingly minor load, from torso-sized to body-sized to the astronomic proportions of your-mom-size. 

Kris loved it. He wanted to make his boy grow forever. He loved the sensation of hot flesh growing, expanding between his legs, and the rumbling as cum rushing into Deepak’s balls, stretching them ever more. More than anything, he loved the gigantic cock spraying precum everywhere.

The titanic testicles spread out in front of Deepak’s chair, the mattress-sized ballsack covering an impressive area. Precum pised from his 39” cock in a 6” fountain. The angry red flesh of his junk was completely coated in the slick, viscous liquid.

Kristoph wrapped both arms around the treetrunk shaft in front of him. The chode was so fat that his hands could just meet at the other side. Kris began to pump, using his whole body to jerk the still-swelling cock.

The increased stimulus drove Deepak even crazier, and his balls production went into overdrive. And audible rumbling emanated from is desperately overstretched balls, making their expansion accelerate dramatically.

Precum surrounded the chair the pair was perched atop an inch deep, the several-foot-diameter circle still growing with every moment. The monstrous ballsack now took up most the 6 feet between Deepak and the nearest wall, their tallest point cresting at about Deepak’s head’s height.

“P-Please- c- cum! Need t-to cum!” Deepak could barely form words as his junk expanded, sending ever more waves of pleasure to his brain.

Kris was overcome himself with lust. “Yes! Cum for me! Flood this whole place with your load, big boy!” He continued pumping the 4 foot cock with all his might. The 7 foot diameter balls rose up behind Kris like some ominous mountain of flesh.

“Oh-! Oh yes!” The balls kept swelling, meeting the wall and pressing up against it, the pliable flesh squishing softly. They passed 8 feet in diameter quickly, looming over the pair. His cock’s growth was similarly accelerating, passing 4&½ and then 5 feet long in only seconds as Kristoph continued to desperately worship the gargantuan log.

“I’m gonna~! Gonna cum!” It was a very short warning as the foot long pissslit opened wide, and out from the 67” cock streamed a blast of jizz to rival a firehose. And much like a firehose, it blasted out without stopping.

The thick cum smacked the ceiling meatily, before falling back down, raining over the horny boys, adding to the already disastrous mess on the ground. And it just kept going and going, in one long pulse; every drop of cum that had pent up in the monster sacks Deepak had for balls was pouring out at once.

Kristoph lapped and licked at the cum raining down on him and the massive dick he still stroked two-handed as it throbbed in endless orgasm. Deepak’s mind was nothing but white-hot pleasure. He felt so incredibly huge, and it felt so amazing to finally relieve the tormenting pressure in his swelling balls.

Though they were no longer swelling; as Deepak’s crotchrocket contniued to unload, they, in fact, began to shrink, finally being drained of their contents. The pair was totally drenched in cum, both their bodies caked from head to toe in thick, viscous manjuice. But it just kept coming. 30 seconds had passed, and the same massive wad had not ceased blasting from the end of the cock.

Kris couldn’t believe it, this was everything he wanted and more. He kept drinking the jizz, totally wild, amazed at how long it kept going. 35 seconds, 40, 45, he kept licking and stroking the godcock before him. Finally, at nearly a minute, the load ceased, the stream tapering off, and the last bits of cum drizzled down from the ceiling.

The room was a sea of Deepak’s cum. It coated the floor all over at least a couple of inches, gallons, tens of gallons, maybe even a hundred must have covered the ground. His balls had deflated somewhat, but they still rested on the ground, as tall as a medium-short man. 

Deepak panted, staring at his cock, still hard, still massive, but beginning to soften. Then he looked at Kris, still seated on his lap, hugging his cock. 

“You’re cleaning this up.”