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Jacked Up Jockstraps

By Danath

Characters © Friendofloyd

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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Though only a mere nine feet or so, the elk stag's broad, many-pointed antlers added another few feet in height to his already imposing stature. Below his broad, wide muzzle, currently twisted into as big and friendly of a grin as Adam could manage, the elk's shaggy pelt smoothed over his shoulders, drawing taut across the mountainous ridges running down his arms, back, and chest. Plump, dark pink nipples poked through the fur around his slab-like pecs, which barely appeared to end before the ridges of his hard, equally wide belly began, stretching and dragging the lighter tan fur covering them. The story repeated down his back and sides, his hips and rump, even his calves bulged with unnecessary amounts of powerful, fibrous muscle.

Adam's broad muzzle spread into a somewhat forced grin as his huge package jerked against the flimsy straps trying to squeeze his iron rump cheeks from the back.

"Jacked Up Jockstraps will help you go big! And take it from me - I know something about going hu... huuuuuu... huuuuuuuuuuuge!"

As he spoke, he turned his upper body. The wide belt of the jockstrap squeezing into his backside pulled even tighter as the massive weights hanging from his front swung around with a bounce before jiggling to a stop. A pair of enormous oblong orbs squeezed inside the pouch of the jockstrap, pulling the bands down sharply between his balls and thighs. The pouch covered no more than the lower third or so of the impressively full, heavy nuts, and did little more than ensure the huge sac didn't bounce off the floor between his wide hooves.

Draped entirely around the bulging pouch was a massive redwood, nearly as thick at the base as the elk's own hips. Adam maintained the grin with ease even as the huge length flexed and jerked, then ripped free of the tiny jockstrap and flung up and out. Gallons of thick white cum poured from the tip in a few large waves before it bounced back down, helped by Adam's wide hands guiding the enormous maleness. The stag grimaced as his ears turned forwards as he realized what he'd accidentally done.

"Cut!" someone shouted. "Alright, no problem, first takes are always bad. Get him cleaned up and let's go again!"

A variety of crew members suddenly appeared around the dripping elk. Set designers readjusted the lights, costume department employees got Adam fitted into a new jockstrap that felt, if anything, even smaller than the first, and the very literal cleanup crew went at the stage floor with wet-dry vacs and mops. Most of the crew was made of otters which, considering the SynTech product Adam was here to endorse, made sense.

"Hey, are you sure this is the biggest size they make?" the elk grunted. His brow furrowed as half a dozen otters hefted his balls to get them back inside the undersized garment, but the way they were rubbing him... shoulders, arms, heads and muzzles, squirming and sliding on his massive pole, so close and warm he could feel their warm breath on his enormous, needy maleness...

One of the otters slipped and the band snapped around the elk's fat sac, making him wince.

"Sorry, sorry!" the otter said, poking his head out from below and looking up at Adam. "Almost done..."

It took another few otters in addition to the first to get the huge stag elk's massive length bent back down into position, with the fat tip just squeezed into the waistband and pouch around the swell of his orbs. His muscles twitched as their paws kneaded and shoved and groped at his aching balls, gradually managing to make the garment stretch over his compressed sac.

"Alright... are we ready? Lights... camera... action!"

It happened so fast that Adam nearly missed the cue. There was a snap from the clapboard and he began reciting the lines automatically with a grimacing smile on his wide muzzle.

"Jacked Up Jockstraps will help you go biiihhuuuuunnngghhh..."

Adam's nostrils flared as his thick, heavy cock flung itself out of the undersized jockstrap again, snapping the stretchy elastic in two as it curled up into the air above his head with a trembling, shuddering lurching motion. Both of Adam's paws gripped the base as he leaned forward, hugging his huge pecs and hard abdominals into the flat top of the huge cock. His paws curled around, unable to stop as he thrust his hips into his arms, spraying a fountain of seed into the air above him.

"Cut! Cut! Way too early! Alright, let's reset and go again! Take 3!"

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"Take 16 - action!"

"Jacked Up Jockstraps-"

"Cut! There's still an otter under his balls!"

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"Take 21... action?"

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZthunk

The studio went dark as the power went out. Crew scrambled to restore power as it became clear the drains were backing up and the stag's productivity was shorting out the equipment.

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"Take 25 - action!"

"Jacked Up Jockstraps will help you go big!" Adam said, grinning and otter-free. His massive, dark pink cock bulged as he grit his teeth, flexed his biceps, and tried to get through the second line. "And take it from me - I know something about going huuuuuuuuooooohh!"

The stag's massive cock flexed, but didn't tear free of the jockstrap pouch for once, despite his fat balls inflating around the trembling length as it wrapped over top and between them. Between Adam's wide, dark black hooves, gallons of thick elk seed splattered off the soundstage floor and washed towards the waiting barriers made of foam pool toys and tarps.

"Cut! I thought we already tried to milk him dry, what's going on?"

The director stomped back and forth, huffing and kicking at the waves of thick seed splashing beneath his feet as Adam's output dramatically overpowered the insufficient preparations set in place. As crew members scrambled to get electrical equipment off the floor and cables suspended between beams overhead, the director glared at the massive elk and decided to take matters into his own paws.

"All ADs, follow me!" he bellowed, getting the attention of a variety of otters positioned on cameras pointed towards the still-cumming elk, who barely noticed all the activity and was staring blankly at the ceiling as cum soaked through the jockstrap pouch fast and hard enough to punch holes in the fabric. "We're gonna settle this once and for all!"

The director squared up in front of Adam. He was short, less than half the massive stag's height, but he'd worked with hyper actors before. He knew Adam was relatively new, but it was clear why the company wanted him for the ad as he craned his neck back to look upwards, past the immense maleness still idly pumping gallons of seed as casually as an open fire hydrant, to the elk stag's broad, hard belly and invitingly plump, huge pecs. The otter, surrounded by the subordinate directors, eyed the stag just as Adam's eyes blinked a few times and he returned from the mind-bending high of a really good orgasm.

"Oh... uh, did we cut?" he asked, staring down the bridge of his muzzle at the otters surrounding him. "Are we... uh... resetting?"

More crew members, having secured the equipment, arrived to assist, creating a semicircle of twitching, wiggling otter rumps and trembling, sniffing nostrils six or seven deep around the giant elk. Adam held his breath as he looked more and more concerned.

"Look, I know the last take was really bad, but I can do this, I swear! Just one more-"

"Chaaaarge!"

The director flung himself forward, leaping off the ground and splatting across the broad top of the elk's enormous length. His arms and legs squeezed, and the shocked elk took a half step back. The director's body lifted and fell as he clutched himself to the oversized arousal when the jockstrap, once more, failed. As the rest of the crew rushed forward, surrounding the elk from all sides, his thickness stretched out and up, carrying the director with it and pinning the small male upside down against his pecs and belly.

"Timber!" someone shouted, and then Adam found himself tipping over.

But how? He was huge - how could these small otters get him to fall like that? And before he knew it, they were everywhere. He didn't have time to ask questions as dozens of paws worked his oversized balls, teased at his immense log, pulled on his plump nipples, licked down his taut, heavy pelt. Thick loads of cream pulsed from his tip within moments and continued nonstop as the dozens and dozens of otters, all with surprisingly firm touches, made him wiggle and grunt helplessly despite his muscles and size.

The heat along his length made him groan even louder until a pack of sleek, thick-hipped otters surrounded his head, pushing against him and rubbing and squeezing until his nostrils flared with their scents. His cock bucked even harder, and the thick arcs of seed increased in size and diameter.

He wanted to move his arms, but he could feel muzzles pushing into his forearms and biceps, kissing and licking and nibbling as he flexed involuntarily. The growls and churrs of so many males so intensely focused on pleasuring him, even his biceps, made Adam's eyes close tight, and the thick splurts of seed shooting from his cannon went even farther.

A whole team of the commercial crew members hauled on his enormous balls, shouldering them and dragging them, tugging them as the rest focused on the shaft, riding two abreast along the massive length as it bounced off his huge, wide belly. The tip, when it lifted up and away, revealed the director in the pit of the massive stag's shaggy pecs, drenched in musk and seed, wiggling madly with a delighted look on his muzzle.

This time, the size of the elk's hyper-orgasm didn't just increase - it blew everyone away. The pressure mounted and the elk grunted, both arms finally moving, dragging more squirming, warm otter males in closer, packing them down around his bucking, squirting, flexing cock as the pleasure overwhelmed him, flooding him just like he flooded the soundstage over the next few minutes.

Each voluminous blast of hyperstag seed washed away more and more of the crew, leaving only a lucky few squirming in his grasp as Adam finally resorted to manual stimulation to urge out those last few blasts. With a groan, he leaned backwards, flopping out flat on his back as wet otters wriggled away from underneath his thighs and shoulders. The director slid down his side, ending up in a puddle where a few of the assistant directors found him directly beneath the massive tip of the stag's cock. Still half-hard, it drizzled seed down in a steady flow directly around the director's shivering figure.

"Uh... let's call lunch," the assistant directors agreed.

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"Jacked Up Jockstraack!"

Adam's antlers tangled into some of the cords which were earlier moved higher up to avoid getting flooded out. The whole soundstage shook as the massively muscular elk tipped backward and took several more banks of lights and speakers with him. Cords tangled around the stag's flexing biceps and hard, luxuriously dimpled belly. His thighs stretched to the sides of his enormous balls as the jockstrap snapped, flying off and knocking the otter next to the director off his feet as the soaking wet fabric wrapped around the small male's entire head.

The stag's huge length flew upwards, a massive tower of veiny, dribbling arousal propped up by balls that flattened lewdly across the floor between his huge legs.

"CUT!"

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"J-Jacked Up Jockstraps can help you go big!" Adam said through clenched teeth.

The camera was aimed higher, cutting off the lower parts of his oversized balls and massive cock. Dense, thick fur splayed outward, just in frame, as the shifting, roiling, gurgling hyperballs bloated and swelled with growing need. Being mostly out of view of the camera allowed a team of four otters enough space to grab the enormous length at the tip and, with the weight of all four, keep it shoved down and pointed at the floor. Blasts of thick white seed dimpled the pelts of the smaller males as it passed across them, leaving them so slick and slippery and wet as they clung to the stag's thick pink arousal, but to his credit, Adam's only barely flickered.

"And take it from me..."

The elk's voice sounded strained, but he was getting the words out. The otters clutching at the tip of his cock, on the other paw, found themselves being lifted entirely off the ground. Four velvet furry chests, four long, smooth bellies, four pairs of tight, squirming legs and another four pairs of arms, all focused on the last couple feet of his twitching, pulsing, pumping megadick. The veins were fatter than the otters' thighs as it bounced off the floor, sending a wave of seed offstage.

"I know something about going biihiinnngghh!"

Despite the otter crew's best efforts, the stag's immense shaft lurched upright. His cream-furred sac, easily as tall and as wide as one of the small males, rolled forward, pinning beneath several other otters who rushed in fearlessly to assist the other four. As Adam's massive cock hardened, the fat head rose past his muscular, ridged belly and sides, his slab-like pecs, his enormous shoulders, and even his own broad, wideset muzzle, until the tip reached just as high as the highest of his antler points. Because it now pointed straight up, the otters clinging to it found themselves a dozen feet in the air, and gravity forced their slick, pre-cum soaked bodies to slide slowly, firmly, down the megacock, all the way to the huge, throbbing base, where a group of other otters was attempting to squirm and slide their way up his huge nuts in order to assist. The friction of their squirming hips and legs against Adam's veiny, monstrously large arousal and swollen, fertile sac was more than enough to set him off again.

The first blast knocked the director out of his chair while the next several ensured he was completely coated. The otters riding his massive cock held on as it flung up and down, each jerking movement launching a fresh load of warm, thick, sticky elk seed across the soundstage. Adam's biceps clenched, bulging against his sides as he stiffened up in more ways than one, while the otters swarmed, leaning in and clambering over each other's shoulders to reach higher until the hyperstag's thrusts rippled across more than a dozen of the eager-to-assist camera crew members.

"Cut!" the director gasped, coughing as he emerged from the steady drizzling of jizz, each stream over half a foot thick and incredibly potent. Just like the rest of the crew, the director's cock was hard as a rock. "Let's take 10, then reset and try again! Somebody get Adam a towel!"

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"Jacked Up Jockstraps can help you go big!" Adam said. At the same time, he clenched his thighs, causing his pelt to pull severely, revealing even the huge veins feeding his powerful legs. A massive rubber cockring wrapped around the base of his cock, somewhat stemming the flow as a group of otters held on to another enormous, tire-sized ring around his tip. It wouldn't show up in the final shot thanks to a little clever camera positioning, and because Adams' huge, shaggy brown balls were so enormously large it was easy to prop them up and make them bulge over the ring, hiding it completely.

"And take it from me-"

The elk beamed into the camera. He was doing it! His cock ached and felt like it was going to explode, but he was doing it! After the line, he just had to wait for his cue to cum. Just stand there and smile for seven seconds while the logo played, then, in the last few moments of the commercial, the big finale. Not early like he'd been doing. This cockring thing was going to work for sure! His eyes beamed as he flashed his flashiest smile for the camera while the director, off to the side, was giving him a double thumbs up and vigorously shaking his head with approval. This was it. This was why they hired him, after all.

"I know something about going huge alrea-!"

A loud tearing noise, like high pitched screaming, cut off the last syllable of Adam's line. The cockring around the base of his immense maleness shot off at high speed and embedded itself in the ceiling. The otters tugging on the remaining ring at the tip were flung away as the titanic elk stag's whole upper body clenched anew. His massive arousal fattened bigger and harder than ever before, reacting to the sudden release of the ring.

The ring at the tip held on for a while before the wave of thick seed building up and bloating the enormous urethra simply overwhelmed it, forcing it to slide off and snap down into the floor so hard it cracked the boards. The elk's hooves slid backwards, dragging noisily over the soundstage, as he abandoned his mark, consumed by the sudden, overwhelming lust boiling up inside his massive cum factories.

Each blast was bigger, stronger, muskier than before, sending more than a few cast members to their knees in helpless throes of self-pleasure, overwhelming them with the stag's scent and power. The director's jaw fell open as his cock jerked, spurting instantaneously, as the overwhelming hyper's demonstration of sexual prowess burned into his brains.

"C-cut," he gasped, but nobody heard him, and the cameras rolled as the elk behemoth's arm clutched his fantastically thick, veiny log to his chest, clenching it into his pecs until the tip throbbed somewhere past his own ears, each ball-churning pump firing ropes of seed nearly to the ceiling.

Appearing without warning from the side of the soundstage, a red fox in a snazzy, bright white suit strolled through the carnage. With the growling, grunting, spurting elk and drenched crew in the background, the fox grinned towards the camera. Though his body was average sized, a bulge twice as thick as his own hips draped down the front of his specially tailored suit pants, showing the twin swells of an enormous sac and the obvious length of a flaccid hypercock stuffed inside.

"Don't let your libido hold you back like that big fella over there," the fox said with a smile. He patted the top of his hypersized bulge with one paw and held a silver can with black lettering up in the other. "Try SynTech Libido-Ade today! Yes, the smooth, refreshing flavor of SynTech Libido-Ade is the perfect way to cool off."

In the background, Adam's huge length swung down with a thunderous wallop, fatter yet, still pumping hundreds of gallons of potent spooge across the studio, leaving everyone within grunting and moaning with need just as loud - except for the trim fox, who grinned and cracked the can open, then took a deep swig. Dozens of otters streamed towards the stag in the background, pulling him down and swarming over his massive, muscular sides and chest.

"Aaaah! Yes, when I need to make sure that I can make it through my busy day without my libido getting the better of me, I turn to SynTech Libido-Ade! Best of all, SynTech Libido-Ade helps you manage those healthy, natural urges until a time that's convenient for you and whichever members of the public are also riding the bus!"

The fox took another sip from the brightly colored can. From behind his huge hyperbulge, a pair of otters emerged, and each set to work grinding and rubbing away on the fox's white suit pants. The fox just smiled, tail swishing playfully behind him, as the two moaning otters licked and squirmed from the base of the bulge at his hips all the way down to the impossibly fat tip draping out and down to his ankles in the specially tailored cup in the fancy suit pants. Despite all the friction, the fox's oversized maleness remained the same size and thickness, showing no signs of going nuclear like the hyperstag in the background, who was buried beneath a mountain of various otters.

"Thanks, Libido-Ade! Now I can get my work done without worrying about flooding the office, enjoy a workout without flooding the locker room, or soak in a hot tub without flooding the neighbor's pool!"

The two otters on either side of the fox's huge bulge were joined by another pair of naked, squirming males. Though of various heights and sizes, all four sported impressively big pink erections as their fully nude bodies shoved and humped and grasped around the fox's massive meat. The hypermale's eyes narrowed as he took another sip from the can, then slowly licked his lips and glanced down at the four moaning big dick enthusiasts kneeling around his balls.

"Of course, SynTech Libido-Ade doesn't completely shut down what makes us bigger folks special."

To demonstrate the point, the fox took another deep sip from the can before shivering. His pelt floofed out around his narrow muzzle, and then a large wet spot appeared in the front of his suit pants, darkening the white fabric along the outermost part of the swollen bulge. Within moments, it was dripping with thick, clear vulpine pre-cum, gallons with each flexing bulge that drizzled down between his feet. The four horny otters worshiping his massive size couldn't get enough.

"Made by hypers, for hypers, Libido-Ade is a delicious way to make sure the bank, business, or church you're visiting won't be accidentally flooded," the fox said, as waves of seed half a foot deep washed across his paws. "But Libido-Ade doesn't suppress your libido - it actually enhances it!"

Behind the fox, the stag's massive arm swept through the swarm of otters churring and humping, all pretense of filming a commercial abandoned. The enormous elk hyercock swung upwards, dragging a load of furry, squirming males with it, before firing again. Elk seed washed around the fox's knees as the huge stag, in the background of the shot, lurched towards the camera, both paws furiously rubbing half a dozen squirming otters around his tree-sized arousal.

"So don't let your size hold you back. And remember, those healthy natural urges will still remain, and you can act on them at any time!" the fox said, reaching for the nearest upturned otter rump as his arousal swelled so large the seams stretched and gave way, revealing the rest of the immense red length arching from his hips that was, if anything, even bigger than the elk's monster.

As the otter's eyes and belly bulged, the fox held the wriggling male by the tail with one paw and then flashed a grin and a thumbs-up the camera over his shoulder. His massive balls spread across his knees and shins, more than obvious from behind as they swelled wider and fatter and fuller by the second until they were twice as thick as the fox's hips.

"Thanks, Libido-Ade!"

The end