The sun was starting to dip behind the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the empty outdoor court. Most players had already gone home, but one man remained — lean, toned, and cocky as hell. With his curly light-brown hair tousled by the breeze and his black compression shirt hugging every ridge of his athletic build, he leaned casually against the tennis net, one hand gripping the white tape. His white shorts were pulled down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock, already rock-hard and throbbing in the warm evening air.
He’d been waiting for this.
From the corner of the court, the shy ball boy — a slim, twenty-year-old named Tyler — approached with a basket of tennis balls. He froze when he saw the scene in front of him: the confident stud standing there with his erection proudly on display, smirking like he owned the entire court.
“Uh… I think we’re closing up soon,” Tyler stammered, eyes wide.
The curly-haired pred didn’t reply with words. He simply crooked a finger, then grabbed Tyler by the front of his shirt and yanked him close. Before the smaller guy could protest, the stud shoved the head of his swollen cock right against Tyler’s lips.
The moment Tyler gasped, the thick cock pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Tyler’s mouth and then his entire head were forced inside the hot, slick confines of the predator’s urethra in one smooth, hungry motion. The curly-haired stud groaned deeply, hips bucking as powerful ripples traveled down his shaft.
Tyler’s shoulders followed next, sliding in with wet, rhythmic pulses. The pred’s cock stretched obscenely around the ball boy’s upper body, the clear outline of his head and shoulders visible as a thick, writhing bulge traveling down the underside of the massive erection. Every heartbeat made the shaft throb and squeeze, pulling Tyler deeper.
“Fuck… that’s it,” the stud growled, voice low and rough. One hand gripped the net for balance while the other pressed down on the back of Tyler’s head, feeding more of him inside. “Been hard all afternoon thinking about turning some little court rat into cock meat.”
Tyler’s arms flailed helplessly as his chest disappeared between the stretched lips of the cock. The heat inside was unbearable — slick, pulsing flesh squeezing him tighter with every greedy throb. His torso slid in easier than expected, aided by the steady, powerful contractions of the predator’s shaft. By the time his hips reached the tip, the stud’s balls were already beginning to swell, hanging heavier and fuller between his toned thighs.
With a grunt and a sharp thrust of his hips, the pred forced Tyler’s waist inside. GLRRK-SCHLORP. The ball boy’s shorts and kicking legs dangled outside for only a few moments before another rolling swallow dragged them in. The thick cock flexed and pulsed visibly as it claimed the rest of its meal, the bulging shape of Tyler’s legs sliding steadily downward until even his sneakers slipped past the slick opening with a final, wet pop.
The curly-haired stud let out a long, satisfied moan as his cock finished swallowing. His balls surged outward dramatically, now massively swollen and churning, the clear imprints of a curled-up body pressing outward against the thin, sensitive skin. They sagged heavily between his legs, gurgling and sloshing as his body began breaking Tyler down.
He leaned back against the net again, breathing hard, one hand lazily stroking his still-hard cock while the other cradled his bloated, squirming sack.
“Look at you,” he murmured, smirking down at the heavy, shifting balls. “Whole fucking person turned into nothing but a load of cum and protein. That’s all you’re good for.”
Inside the sweltering, churning sac, Tyler’s struggles grew weaker by the minute. Thick, tingling fluids rose rapidly around him, breaking his body down into hot, sticky seed. The pred’s balls slowly rounded out, growing smoother and tighter as Tyler was melted away.
After ten minutes, the wild bulges had mostly settled. Only the occasional weak twitch remained. The stud gave his heavy nuts a firm slap, smiling at the thick glorp it produced.
By the time he finally pulled his shorts back up (barely managing to contain the massive, sloshing bulge), his balls had shrunk to an impressive but manageable size — still noticeably larger and fuller than before. A few thick ropes of leftover cum leaked from his cock as he adjusted himself.
He snapped a quick mirror selfie on his phone, showing off his toned body and the obvious, heavy swell in his shorts, then started walking off the court.
“Best fucking workout I’ve had in weeks,” he chuckled, feeling the last of Tyler slosh pleasantly with every step.
Tomorrow he’d be back on the court, looking just as innocent as ever… while carrying what remained of the ball boy deep in his balls.
