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Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 5

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 5
Based on an original story by Bagoas 

Men who enjoy hanging weights from their testicles, pushing the limits of what they can carry … and sometimes with disastrous consequences. 


Dave’s suggestion was met by eager cheers from the other men, all of whom wanted a chance to personally test the awesome strength of the muscle man’s almighty nuts. One of the guys produced a long coil of white nylon rope, and Dave smiled at me as he offered up his gigantic balls, wanting me to do the honors. 

Dave cradled his ballsac for me in one massive hand, the two titanic testicles overflowing even his huge paw, while I noosed the relatively narrow neck of his scrotum with a loop of the rope. I pulled the noose taut, trapping Dave’s behemoth balls in the very bottom of their sac, and then placed several more loops around his scrotal neck for good measure, making sure the end of the rope was nice and secure around his choked off balls. As I finished wrapping up his herculean gonads, I looked up at Dave with pleading eyes and whispered, “Please, be careful Dave!” 

The warmth in Dave’s eyes as he gazed back down at me all but melted my heart as he whispered his husky reply. “Don’t you worry about me, Josh. I can handle this rabble!” He winked at me at that point, and then raised up one huge hand and gently cupped the entire side of my face before saying, “Besides, I have every motivation to win this tug of war contest. I mean, I’m going home with YOU tonight, aren’t I?” 

My heart positively leapt in my chest, and I’m sure I returned Dave’s megawatt smile with one of my own, for he gave me another kiss and then released me. Dave then addressed the rest of the crowd and said, “So who wants to challenge me?” 

A forest of hands rose in the crowd, and everyone laughed at the sight. A chuckling Dave picked three guys, some of the biggest men in the club, and asked them to take up the other end of the rope. The crowd formed a big rough circle around the combatants as they took up their positions. Dave stood between two tall metal girders, supports for the ceiling above, and grasped the edges of the two ‘H’ shaped beams with each hand. He was clearly going to use the support columns as anchors to hold himself in place, while the three guys at the other end of the rope did their best to pull Dave’s huge nuts off. 

I was both horrified and excited, turned on like never before in my life, and filled with fear that something terrible could happen to Dave’s magnificent man orbs. But like the others, I stood back a couple of paces, content to be a spectator for this round of events. 

Dave flexed his massive arms a couple of times, looking like an even mightier version of Samson about to topple the temple columns. He took a couple of deep breaths, planted his big naked feet firmly on the ground, and grinned at his opponents. At a barked signal, the competition began. 

All three men seemed to pull on the rope in unison, throwing their bodies backward to place as much strain on the rope as possible. Dave grunted as he clenched his jaw and clung fast to the two steel girders, holding his massive body perfectly in place and letting his big, bulky balls take the full brunt of the force. The dangle of his huge nuts, which had retracted to its original 2 inches during the cock curling exhibition, was instantly more than doubled as more than 700 pounds of sweaty, straining man began to tear at his mighty balls. 

Dave’s unnaturally thick ball cords stood out in deep relief as his scrotal skin was stretched thin. Those mighty cords were visibly straining against the strength of three grown men, but those thick tethers were clearly up to the task, for they remained firmly anchored in Dave’s muscular, hairy crotch. But even as I watched, their stretch increased from 4.5 inches to 5 inches, nearly equaling the maximum stretch they’d achieved while lifting the 380-pound weight stack off the floor, and I didn’t think that they could stretch any farther. 

I was wrong. 

Dave was grimacing and visibly straining, but he held fast to the two steel girders, and the additional steel girder jutting proudly between his legs was as hard and randy as ever. It was clear that he wanted more, and that’s what he got. At a barked command from the straining muscle beast, another two men joined the human chain tugging at the nylon rope tied to Dave’s huge, straining balls. 

The addition of two more big men pulling at Dave’s huge nuts instantly increased their stretch to an astounding 6 inches, triple their usual dangle!! Dave bellowed in obvious pain, and his entire crotch was pulled forward several inches, but then he clenched his teeth and grunted with effort, and hauled his crotch backward until he was standing fully upright again. His effort actually pulled the other five men forward a step or two, and as I did the rough math in my head, I realized that big Dave was holding strong against more than 1,200 pounds of pulling, tugging, heaving, grunting men! The sight was incredible!! 

Out of concern for my big muscle stud, I stepped forward to more closely inspect his huge balls and their straining cords. The huge, bulky bull nuts looked even bigger than ever as they strained against the very bottom of their overstretched sac, looking like they could burst forth at any moment! The scrotal skin looked like it was stretched perilously thin around its massive contents, with the balls themselves turning an angry reddish-purple with their customary blood supply all but cut off by the constraining ropes. Big veins were once again erupting all over their vast, curved surfaces, further evidence of their extraordinary strain. 

The neck of Dave’s overstretched ballsac looked to be in even greater peril, if that was possible. The normally thick neck of Dave’s sac had more than tripled in length, which meant it had narrowed considerably as well. The entire neck looked to be only about an inch thick, and to test my theory, I wrapped my index finger and thumb around the midpoint of Dave’s more than 6-inch-long, stretched out sac, and my finger and thumb met without touching the taut skin itself! I changed my hand’s position to gently grip the hairy scrotal neck, and I could instantly tell that the thick ball cords and cables were stretched as tight as bow strings! Fuck, they felt like they could SNAP at any moment!! Yet somehow they doggedly endured, even as the five men continued to pull and roughly yank at Dave’s big bruisers. 

Dave’s scrotal neck was slick with sweat and the gloopy remnants of his two previous cum loads, so I used all of those fluids to gently but firmly masturbate Dave’s wildly elongated nutsac. The feeling of having my hand jack off his overstretched ball cords must have been powerfully erotic to the big stud, as his grunts and barks of pain started to become punctuated with deep moans of pleasure. So I just kept on masturbating his stretched scrotal neck with one hand, while working as much of his drooling knob and first few inches of enormous, precum-slickened shaft as I could with my other hand. 

The battle of man versus balls continued in this fashion for several more long minutes, and then Dave suddenly called out for Big Bruno to be added to the tug of war chain. The huge man gladly stepped forward, picking up the trailing end of the rope and wrapping it around his muscular body. The big dude was going to be the anchor for his team, and with almost 300 pounds of muscle mass to contribute to the struggle, he was going to bring his team’s total weight to just over 1,500 pounds! That was three-quarters of a TON of grunting and straining muscle!! How could Dave’s huge balls ever HOPE to survive!?! 

On the count of three, all six men lurched backward with all of their might, their big muscles straining as they put all of their weight and all of their strength into pulling on that nylon rope. And the effects were devastating. 

Dave had been prepared for the attack, so he flexed his great arms and even more massive legs, holding himself firmly in place as the violent and brutal assault hit his mammoth nuts. Incredibly, IMPOSSIBLY, Dave’s balls added another two inches to their dangle to reach a record-shattering 8 inches of scrotal stretch!! Dave bellowed in agony, but he refused to budge an inch, instead enduring every ounce of that beyond-brutal stretch to his balls, a stretch that threatened to rip off his colossal cajones at any second!! 

“Josh!” the straining muscle man cried. “I need your help buddy! I need to cum!” 

“What do you need me to do, Dave!?” I shouted in response, my heart thundering in my chest. 

“Grab that baseball bat! Start beating my balls! Don’t hold back! HURRY!” 

Thrilled and horrified, I grabbed the big aluminum bat from the weight rack, took careful aim at the double-barreled package of bloated nut meat, and swung the bat in a deadly arc right into their meaty center. 


The rope had Dave’s huge bull nuts pulled so tight that they didn’t budge more than a few millimeters, absorbing almost every ounce of my brutal blow. The incredibly dense flesh of Dave’s nuts had no choice but to give slightly from the force of the invading baseball bat, visibly denting and deforming as their bulk absorbed the blow, only to instantly regain their rounded shapes as soon as the bat bounced off of their hard, rubbery surface. 

But despite the vicious force behind my blow, Dave shouted, “C’mon stud! You can do better than THAT! That was just a love tap! Don’t hold back now! I need you to OBLITERATE these huge baby makers of mine!” 

Not needing any more encouragement, I took careful aim again, and then imagined that Dave’s huge balls were a candy-filled piƱata. With that in mind, I swung the bat as hard as I fucking could, connecting with devastating force right into Dave’s straining nut meat. 


“FUCK!! YES!!” Dave hollered. “That’s more like it, my handsome stud! Now again! Whack ‘em like you MEAN it!!” 


“UNNH, GOD, YES!! FUCK YEAH!! Keep it up, my boy! Club the life outta my huge spuds! Wreck ‘em!! RUPTURE ‘em!! I can fucking TAKE it!!” 





I was now striking Dave’s humongous balls with truly nut-shattering force, hitting them as hard as I could, so drunk on lust that I was heedless of what sort of damage I might be causing to him. The metal bat let me clobber Dave’s thick nuts so much harder than I could with my mere fists, and a sick grin spread across my face as I could feel the business end of the bat begin to sink farther into all of that dense nut meat with each brutal strike! Dave’s gigantic bollocks were starting to soften up under the relentless beating, proving that they weren’t actually indestructible after all! 

But despite the insane 8-inch stretch to his nut cords and the violent hammering of his titanic balls, Dave kept bellowing for more, telling me to hit his balls harder, and harder, and even harder still! An orgy of violence was being unleashed on the muscle stud’s impossibly tough balls, and not only was the handsome hunk enduring it, he was shouting out for more! The whole scene was UNREAL!! 

After a dozen or so blows, any of which would have cracked and broken any other man’s balls, Dave appeared to still be going strong. But I could tell that his battered nuts were taking quite a beating, and were starting to feel a little bit squishy with each subsequent blow. I could also see the darker purple of bruises already starting to erupt all over their mammoth surface, evidence that I was really doing some damage with the relentless clubbing that I had unleashed on his defenseless testicles. I somehow couldn’t bring myself to stop hammering away at his stretched out nuts, though, almost like I was a man possessed - and it was clear that Dave wouldn’t have wanted me to stop anyway. He continued babbling away, ordering us to hurt his balls even more, while he pumped his muscular hips and fucked the air with the most massive, towering, colossal bull cock in existence. 

A desperate corner of my mind was praying that Dave would cum soon, before I reduced his boulder balls to worthless gravel or they were simply ripped right off of his extraordinary, muscular body. Either option seemed dangerously imminent — after several dozen blows with the aluminum baseball bat, Dave’s bull balls had softened to the point where it felt like I was striking two big sacs of warm, lumpy oatmeal, and Dave was thrusting his hips so hard that he’d added yet ANOTHER inch of stretch to his impossibly stretched out scrotum, bringing his total dangle to NINE INCHES!! Not even this monstrous, muscular, bull-hung BEAST of a man could possibly endure this much testicular abuse!!! 


Like a crack of thunder, a loud snapping noise reverberated in the room, and all six big men pulling on the rope suddenly tumbled backwards, all tension in the line instantly gone. For a panicked second or two, I feared that the sound was that of Dave’s beyond-redlined ball cords breaking all at once, heralding the bull stud’s violent castration. My eyes quickly found Dave’s bruised and battered balls, though, hanging a good 4 inches below his pulsating mega cock, still proudly attached to his body with a couple of feet of rope dangling below them. The frayed end of the rope told the story — the tough nylon rope, unable to take the strain of being pulled so hard in two directions, had suddenly snapped, sending Big Bruno and his team sprawling to the floor. 

But not Dave. No, that huge titan of a man kept his balance and remained upright, gripping the two support beams so tight I thought for sure they’d buckle as he bellowed in victory… and hit his third orgasm of the night! 

Even after seeing the stud’s first two cum loads with my own eyes, I still wasn’t prepared for the force and fury of Dave’s impossibly voluminous load. His titanic tower of a cock lurched and heaved like some angry beast, reminding me of one of those bucking bulls you might see at a rodeo, shooting out gargantuan ropes and ribbons of cum all over the fallen combatants more than a dozen feet away! Jesus, where did he STORE all of the stuff!?! Even Dave’s boulder balls didn’t seem large enough to hold so much thick and chunky cum!! 

Dave aggressively fucked thin air, snarling and grunting as he pounded out his third record-breaking cum load of the evening. Several of the guys on the floor, including Big Bruno himself, began to spontaneously orgasm as they felt Dave’s hot seed lashing across their naked bodies, adding their own big loads to the monstrous emissions being pumped out of Dave’s monster cock. I held onto my own cum load by sheer will alone, and had to drop the baseball bat and grab the shoulder of a nearby buddy to keep from dropping to my knees. 

Dave looked absolutely breathtaking as he pounded out his thick load, like some god of masculinity made flesh and bone. We all marveled at the herculean hunk as he hit his nut, and I’m sure that by this point, we’d all fallen in love with him. How could we not? 

It took a good 15 or 16 gigantic cum shots before Dave’s orgasm began to ratchet down, and even then there were another good 7 or 8 impressive spurts before his ejaculation finally ceased, dumping what looked to be close to another gallon of stud splooge all over the club’s cement floor. The six naked men on the ground looked like they’d been on the receiving end of an epic bukkake session involving at least 100 men, and it didn’t seem possible that all of that thick and creamy cum had come from just one man. But we’d all seen and it knew it was true. Dave was truly a god of sex! 

Dave continued to grip the support beams for a good minute or more after the end of his orgasm, riding the wave as he regained his breath and his senses. His muscles had exploded into even greater size after all of the exertion, and I wanted nothing more than to jump on him then and there and explore every swollen inch of him with every part of my body. 

The smiling titan turned to me and said, “Whew! Thank you Josh! You gave my big balls one hell of a beating, and I’ll be feeling that for DAYS! You can beat my fat nuts anytime, stud!” 

“But I still have at least one more huge load sloshing around inside these big powerhouse nuts of mine, and I’m going to need some help getting it all out. I think it’s finally time you got fully naked, Josh, so you can stick that big, thick cock of yours up my big, muscular ass and breed me deep. I NEED your cock inside me, man! Whaddya say? You wanna fuck my ass?” 


Sunday, November 24, 2019

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 4

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 4
Based on an original story by Bagoas 

Men who enjoy hanging weights from their testicles, pushing the limits of what they can carry … and sometimes with disastrous consequences. 


Dave squatted down far enough for me to dismount his colossal schlong, though in truth I was loathe to break contact with that warm pillar of hard and turgid flesh. I wanted to hug that massive cock to my body and never let go! But I was eager to see what big Dave was going to show all of us next. 

The huge naked stud ambled over to the weight rack, his titanic tower of a cock leading the way. That’s when I got my first good look at his backside, and my knees almost went out from under me. Dave’s back was hyper muscular perfection, and I could better appreciate the man’s incredible WIDTH when I got to view him from behind. His legs were equally as spectacular, with massive and exquisitely defined hamstrings and calves that were so huge and so bulky that they looked like a pair of turtle shells had been strapped to the back of his shins. But it was Dave’s ass that truly took my breath away, for I never could have imagined that a man’s ass could be so outrageously muscular and shredded, so mighty, so powerfully erotic. I watched the titanic globes of Dave’s beautiful ass bounce and flex as he walked away from me, and I longed to explore the deep, lightly hairy crevasse between those mammoth mounds of muscle with my hands and tongue, and plant my cock deep inside of him. 

Then again, Dave’s ass looked so extraordinarily powerful that he could probably pinch off the dick of anyone who dared invade his backside just by flexing those ginormous glutes, so I knew I’d have to get permission first. 

The big muscle man effortlessly picked up a large 45-pound plate from the stack, and turned around, holding it in front of him. The rest of us gathered around the handsome muscle hulk to watch what he’d do next. 

Dave aligned the 3-inch-wide hole in the center of the plate with the tip of his nearly 4-inch-wide cock head, and my eyes went wide as I realized what he was about to do. The huge-dicked stud took a deep breath, clenched his powerful jaw muscles, and then yanked the heavy plate back toward his body with a sharp, determined thrust. 

Amazingly, the plate quickly passed over the bulbous cock head and the thick band of its crown. The astounding solidity of the meat in his ever-widening cock shaft resisted further movement, however. Dave closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and mustered all of the strength in those gargantuan arms of his, flexing those magnificent muscles and gripping the plate firmly with both of his big, meaty hands. Then he gave a second, even harder pull on the plate, twisting and torcing it as he did so. 

It was a monumental yank, pitting the steel of the plate against the steel of the stud’s own cock, and the plate won. Dave’s astounding cock girth gave ever so slightly, allowing the plate to jump another 3 inches up his cock shaft, but further progress was clearly impossible. Dave’s mammoth cock shaft continued to widen to about 4.5 inches in width about one-third of the way back from his cock head, narrowing slightly again as it traveled the rest of the way to his hairy groin. There was simply no WAY that the 3-inch-wide hole in the plate could ever be forced past the thickest portion of Dave’s monster cock. So maybe the steely cock won after all! 

Dave just stood there with his eyes closed for several long minutes, taking slow and steady breaths as he held the plate aloft with both hands. The incredibly tight constriction of the plate appeared to be causing Dave intensely pleasurable pain, and it looked for all the world like he was trying to hold back from cumming. Maybe fucking a tight steel hole with his massive cock was this stud’s version of sex! God knows that he was far too big and FAR too thick to fuck any human orifice! 

The weight was obviously causing some serious constriction of Dave’s cock, for as I watched, the head and exposed few inches of cock shaft turned a darker purplish-crimson as the blood that was being pumped into the area found it harder to escape. The already prominent veins in the three inches of shaft beyond the plate grew thicker and more pronounced as they, too, were forced to hold more and more blood within their channels. The fist-sized cock head became visibly hardened, swelling so huge that its shiny dome reflected the light, taking on the look of hot, hardened steel. 

I’ll never forget what happened next. Dave took a big, steadying breath, and then he let go of the plate with both of his hands. And his rock hard cock didn’t budge an inch!! That titanic cannon of a bull cock remained ramrod straight and maintained its 60 degree angle, despite the 45 pounds weighing down the humongous dork more than 12 inches up its colossal shaft! 

And then he began doing curls!! With his COCK!!! 

Dave would slowly relax the intensely tough muscles of his groin to let gravity have more and more control of the weight. The weight slowly dropped one inch, then two inches, then three inches, with Dave showing extraordinary cock control the whole while. Four inches, five inches. Finally, after dropping about six inches, Dave’s cock was perhaps 30 degrees up from horizontal, and that’s where he arrested any further droop. Then, with a small grunt of effort, he flexed his groin and cock muscles again, and the weight snapped upward with tremendous speed and force. 


The edge of the plate collided with the stud’s upper abdominal wall with a thick and beefy sound of steel-on-flesh, striking the top row of Dave’s cobblestone abs so hard that it must have hurt. Dave’s cock had regained all six inches it had dropped and then some, climbing nearly vertical before being stopped by the collision of the steel plate against his body! Hell, I have no doubt that his mighty cock would have easily struck his body if the plate wasn’t in the way! 

Then, with exquisite slowness, he lowered his weight-bound cock again, dipping it slightly further this time, and then snapped it back to attention, striking his abs once again! 


Over and over and over again, Dave curled the huge 45-pound weight with the sheer power of his cock muscles alone! It was an awesomely powerful sight! Any other man would have suffered an instant hernia from attaching such a huge weight to his cock, and likely would have ended up with a cracked shaft or even a sudden and violent penectomy from such an extreme weight lifting attempt. But Dave continued to prove that he was tougher and stronger than any other man alive as he set his cock through ten mighty reps. 

Then he grabbed the plate, resting for a few moments, and pumped out another ten reps! And then another ten reps after that!! 

After the third set, Dave grabbed the plate once more, and then beckoned me and another guy over and asked us to stand on either side and hold the plate steady. We did so, and then watched as he grabbed a second 45-pound plate. Dave lined this second plate up with his bloated and distended cock head, took another huge breath, and then rammed the plate onto his cock! He gave such a mighty yank that, despite the swollen state of his cock head and the even greater hardness of his bloated shaft, Dave managed to rip the weight rip past his bulbous cock head and down the couple of inches of exposed cock shaft to slam it hard against the first plate. God, what power!! We watched in stunned silence for what we all knew would come next. 

Sure enough, Dave took another deep breath, and released the two plates. This time, the stud’s huge cock quickly dipped a good three or four inches before arresting any further drop. Dave flexed his mighty cock, bringing the weights back upright, and then slowly started relaxing his groin muscles like before, letting the weights slowly droop toward the ground. 

So began Dave’s next three sets of cock curls, but this time with 90 pounds strapped to his uber cock!! The greater weight caused his cock to dip almost down to horizontal with each relaxation, but each heroic flex of his schlong created an even longer arc of travel than before, for the edge of the two plates still collided with Dave’s abs, just not quite as hard as before. Dave was also grunting a little harder with effort this time around, and sweat was once again beading all over his monumentally muscular body, dripping off of him in warm, salty rivers. His melon-sized boulder balls were particularly sweaty, the dark hairs covering his mammoth scrotum glistening with moisture. 

I was awestruck with the power and majesty of what this giant muscle man was doing. We all were. We were all mesmerized as we watched this muscular stallion pound out three more impossible sets of cock curls, and I know that at least a couple of the other guys in the club lost their loads then and there. 

But big Dave wasn’t done yet. 

Dave had me and my fellow weight bearer hold the two plates aloft while he grabbed a THIRD 45-pound plate! This time, Dave took several deep breaths before jamming the plate onto his swollen cock. The deep purple cock head was now so huge and hard, however, the he couldn’t get this third plate past the crown. He gave a couple more hard yanks, and still no success. A look of animal fury and determination took over Dave’s handsome features at that point as he mustered every ounce of strength in his colossal arms, and then gave one more violent yank, his hardest yet. The third and final plate popped over the thick ridge at the crown of Dave’s cock head, and was locked into place. He was now ready for his most daring and impossible feat yet. 

I stepped away, allowing Dave to take firm hold of all three plates. I took a moment to admire the fact that this huge man was holding 135 pounds of solid steel out in front of him like it was nothing, so powerful and mighty were his massive arms. Dave stood this way for a long, long time, clearly psyching himself up for the challenge ahead. Then he left go of the plates… 

The plates seemed to plummet at first, and it looked like gravity would finally win. I gasped - I know a lot of us did - and I thought for sure that my handsome, hairy hunk of a man was about to sustain a terrible injury. But Dave let out a short bark of pain and fury, flexed his groin muscles for all he was worth, and stopped the dangerous plummet of the three plates. His mighty 19-5-inch bull cock had dipped a couple of inches BELOW horizontal before the fall was stopped, shifting under the colossal load of weights, and he regained a good four or five inches as he threw all of his awesome power into his groin flex. His gargantuan column of manmeat was indeed stronger than steel! 

Then, amazingly, Dave started his next set of cock curls. 

Concentrating as hard as he could, Dave slowly relaxed his groin muscles, letting his weight-burdened bull cock droop farther and farther down, farther than I’d ever seen it droop before. Lower and lower it sank, inch by inch, the stack of weights inexorably drawing the purple-hued head toward the floor. The prominent veins on the cock shaft started to stand out in deeper relief than ever before, swelling even larger as they struggled to carry the impossibly heavy burden. Even Dave’s huge bollocks began to bulge as the tremendously thick base of his cock shaft began to lever downward into their dense bulk, pushing down on their great mass from above. Dave’s cock was pressing down so hard on his balls that soon Dave’s own mighty nuts were carrying a portion of the heavy weight. Finally, Dave’s cock came to a rest at a greater than 30 degree angle BELOW horizontal, partially supported by his own straining balls! It was a more than 90 degree angle change from the stud’s unburdened cock!! 

Dave’s titanic thighs were spread wide as he struggled to carry the enormous weight with his cock, and he was breathing deep and fast as he concentrated on his screaming groin muscles. Then, with a bellow of fury and power, Dave began to flex those terrific muscles once more. 

It took a couple of moments before his cock began to move, then with ponderous slowness, it began to lift off the cradle of his balls and start to climb upward. Dave kept on uttering that thunderous bellow as he poured more and more strength into his crotch and cock. These were ‘concentration curls’ indeed! 

Higher and higher the weights climbed until, at about a 30 degree positive angle, Dave suddenly released the weights, and they crashed back down toward the ground. I thought for sure Dave’s cock was going to snap right off at the base, but at the very bottom of the arc, Dave flexed again, and slowly brought the weights up toward the ceiling, a little bit higher this time than before. 

He relaxed his heroically straining groin muscles again, letting the weight fall before catching it again and lifting it upward. He repeated this extraordinary feat of strength again and again, rep after rep, slowly increasing the arc with each rep. The strain was clearly incredible, for Dave was flexing every last one of his magnificent muscles in a glorious display of hyper masculine beauty, crying out in anguished lust with each forced rep. We were all silently counting along with the big stud, and it seemed impossible that he would reach ten reps…but he somehow kept right on going. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Each rep more of a struggle than the one before. 

Dave flexed his cock one final time to hit his tenth rep, throwing his flexing arms out wide for balance as he thrust his impossibly muscular hips forward, bellowing like some great, rutting beast. The plates rapidly soared upward as Dave achieved the greatest single arc of movement yet, going from 30 degrees below horizontal to his full upright angle of 60 degrees! And there he held the weights for second after second, roaring in fury and victory, holding 135 pounds aloft with nothing more than the awesome power of his titanic cock! This was no mortal cock, this was a power-tool unlike anything ever conceived or created by man before, and it belonged to a stunningly gorgeous, 380-pound mass of magnificent muscle!

That’s when his second orgasm hit. 

Dave’s cock began to pulse and throb like never before, the already ready-to-burst veins running all up and down its colossal shaft swelling bigger STILL as the mighty tool began to pump in a furious and violent ejaculation. But as I watched, the gigantic cum tube running down the length of the underside of that tremendous cock bulged and swelled to grotesque proportions as the almighty wellhead of Dave’s cum was stopped dead in its tracks by the triple constriction of the three weight plates secured behind the head of his cock! I thought for sure that that huge pipe was about to burst, for it doubled and then TRIPLED in size, bloating to impossible dimensions as the titanic load backed up in Dave’s aching loins. 

Judging from the deafening howl of agony erupting from Dave’s massive chest, it must have felt like a freight train had crashed directly into his cum-bloated nuts, and they, too, started swelling with the too-long-held spunk that was backing up into their dense meat. My heart filled with panic as I realized that I was about to witness the violent destruction of the most magnificent set of male genitals in the world, for it was clear that the horrific pressures building up in Dave’s loins were nearing the bursting point! Either Dave’s colossal cock or gargantuan balls - or both - were about to rupture as they catastrophically failed!! 

Then, with the suddenness and force of a cork shooting out of a champagne bottle, all three 45-pound weight plates popped off of Dave’s pulsing and trembling cock, forced off by the violent throbbing of Dave’s dick and the tremendous pressure of cum built up inside the cock shaft! The plates tumbled to the ground with a terrific clatter as the first gigantic jet of cum erupted from the huge stud’s bloated and distended cock. 

How can I describe Dave’s second orgasm? Words can’t do it justice! It was massive, violent, volcanic, cataclysmic, shattering the records of his previous cum load in both volume and force, and annihilating any conceivable upper limits of the male orgasm. Dave was facing the center of the club this time, so his load blasted out into the crowd of horny men, pelting them with his hot, chunky fluid. Great ropes lashed across a dozen men at a time, huge slugs splattered wetly against naked flesh, mighty salvos struck men so hard that they had to take an involuntary, stumbling step backward from the force of the blow. A chorus of grunts and groans met Dave’s own bellowing cries of release, as at least a dozen other men spontaneously shot their loads at the same time, overwhelmed with Dave’s super human feats of strength and virility. 

Even Dave staggered under the onslaught of his titanic orgasm, his great knees nearly buckling from the intense, agony-filled pleasure of finally getting his rocks off! I quickly lost count of the number of separate blasts of cum that spewed forth from Dave’s pulsating penis. 18? 20?! 25!?! All I know for sure is that it lasted a long, long time, and by the end, it looked like the mighty stud had shot TWICE as much thick hunk spunk than in his previous colossal load!! The dude was a walking sperm MACHINE!! 

A few more, weaker pulses jetted out of Dave’s gigantic cock, vomiting forth even more of his never-ending supply of stud seed to mix with the great morass of hot, slick nut oysters coating the floor. Dave then shuddered all over with the final aftershocks of his monumental orgasm and said, “Now THAT is what I call a pump!” 

I reverently reached forward and grasped the business end of Dave’s still diamond hard cock with both hands, profoundly awed by the extraordinary power of the stud’s mighty dong. I could see a triple band of reddened discoloration from where the three plates had tried to choke off the end of his gorgeous dick, but no other sign of injury or insult marred his magnificent tool. I placed my thumbs along the underside of Dave’s cock down near the base, wrapping the rest of my fingers around as much of the meaty shaft as I could, and slowly pulled my hands upward. Like squeezing toothpaste from the tube, I was pulling out all of the thick, clotted bull jizz that was still backed up in his pipes. Huge chunks of the stuff started pouring out of the distended tip of his bloated cock, slugs of nut juice so heavy and huge that when they struck my still jockstrap-clad cock on the way to the floor, they made my aching 9.5-inch boner bounce with each slap of spunk on cock. 

I must have had a dumbfounded look on my face, for as my gaze returned upward to meet Dave’s own blue, blue eyes, the handsome muscle man smiled down at me and pulled me in for another deep kiss. Since I wasn’t mounted on the base of his huge cock this time, I could really feel the height difference as he bent down to kiss me, gently placing a huge hand on either side of my face to pull me in close. This time, the titanic column of his cock was trapped between our two bodies, and I’ll be damned but the cum-slick tip of his cock was poking me just beneath my fucking chin!! 

The spell of silence over the rest of the room was broken at that point, and the other guys started hootin’ and hollerin’ over Dave’s most recent performance, slapping him on his huge back and congratulating the big stud. Even Big Bruno, who by now realized he was a distant second fiddle to the incomparable Dave, was grinning like an idiot and playfully punching Dave in a muscle-bloated shoulder. 

Dave smiled and thanked the other guys, even as he continued to hold me tight against his magnificently muscular body. I then saw a sparkle creep into the stud’s gorgeous blue eyes, and he said, “So, any of you big guys up for a game of tug-of-war…?” 

Friday, November 22, 2019

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 3

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 3
Based on an original story by Bagoas 

Men who enjoy hanging weights from their testicles, pushing the limits of what they can carry … and sometimes with disastrous consequences. 


Dave slowly squatted down and lowered the huge weight stack to the floor, allowing me to start removing the sperm-drenched plates from the platform. Once the weights were removed, I disconnected the chain and ‘D’ right from the leather parachute, and then unclasped the parachute from around the neck of Dave’s huge purple nutsac. 

With the weights removed, Dave’s balls immediately shot back upward. Amazingly, despite the extraordinary stretching they’d just received, their dangle had been increased by only about half an inch, so that they hung just 2.5 inches below the base of his granite hard bull cock. With the horrific strain removed, the gnarled, protruding veins gradually receded and both of those twin bollocks were quickly drained of their deep purple color, returning to something approaching their healthy pink shade. I noticed, however, that patches of bright, glowing redness marred their vast surfaces where the dense mass of the bulky nuts had suffered the most punches from my hard-knuckled fists. 

Concerned that I may have inadvertently caused some actual harm to Dave’s goliath bollocks, I reached up with both cum-slickened hands and grasped as much of those two mammoth bollocks as I could, gently fondling and caressing those extraordinary lumps of warm man meat and looking for injuries. I gave a few experimental squeezes, and was stunned and relieved to discover that my recent assault had barely even made a dent in the unimaginable strength and resilience of Dave’s magnificent testicles. True, they felt just the littlest bit puffy and spongy to my clenching fingers, but they barely dented a few millimeters before refusing to deform any further. Any other man’s balls would have been ruptured and utterly demolished by the brutal pummeling I had just given them, but Dave’s behemoth balls were still nearly as firm and solid as they’d been at the start of the evening, and looked ready to endure even MORE abuse! AMAZING!! I couldn’t wait to see what this mighty muscle man had in store for all of us next! 

After I stood up, Dave bent down and scooped up more of his thick nut sludge up off of the floor. As he stood up, he positioned his titanic boner between my naked legs, so that as he stood up to his full 6-foot, 5-inch height, his cock was wedged between my blond, hairy thighs. Incredibly, as the V between his cock and his groin met the bottom of my crotch, I felt my bare feet leave the floor, for the unbelievably mighty bull was lifting me up by his cock!! 

I slid forward on the length of his cum-slick shaft until my torso was pressed tight against his mammoth muscles and my aching balls and ridiculously hard cock were smushed up against his steely hard lower abdominal wall. Even more amazing was the feeling of the base of his cock firmly planted beneath my balls and perineum, and the ridiculously thick shaft wedged between my solid, muscular ass cheeks. If I leaned my shoulders back a bit, I could even feel the great rounded knob of his gigantic cock head tapping me in the spine, just below my shoulder blades! Holy shit!!!

I instinctively clutched my muscular thighs tight around the thick column of warm, rock solid meat between my legs, both to hold on and to revel in the insane size of the monster cock that was now holding me aloft. My hands gripped the gigantic bowling ball shoulders of the handsome giant, and I couldn’t tell what felt more hard — the colossal muscles of his mighty delts, or the enormous tubesteak between my legs! 

I felt even more tiny and weak pressed up against Dave like this, yet at the same time I felt completely safe and protected. The feeling of smooth, hard muscle and coarse chest hair rubbing against my body was making me feel woozy with lust, with the solid nubs of Dave’s thick nipples digging into my own pecs making me moan with delight. Lifted up on Dave’s mighty cock, I was almost eye level with the devastatingly handsome stud, and our faces were just inches apart. His bright blue eyes were filled with an aching need that was mirrored in my own, as we stood locked in each other’s gazes for several long moments. 

Dave then lifted up his right hand, the one that had scooped some of his own baby batter off of the floor, and held his palm up to my lips. Like everything about this extraordinary man, Dave’s hands were huge, so it looked like he was cradling well over a cup of jizz in his hand. My lips parted and I tilted my head back as he poured the gloopy, still warm cum into my hungry mouth. His beautiful lips then parted as he leaned forward for a kiss, our mouths devouring one another as we passed Dave’s hot spunk between each other. 

There was so much spunk that some of it inevitably drooled out the sides of our mouths in long, ropey strings, but in the end, the vast bulk of it got swallowed (more like guzzled!) down our respective throats, followed by a great deal more passionate kissing. The rest of the world nearly faded away as I made out with the handsomest and hunkiest man in the world, astounded beyond measure that this epic paragon of manhood was clearly just as turned on by ME as I was by HIM! I could vaguely hear the sounds of moans and groans and hard cocks being jacked as the rest of the men in the club encircled us and got off on our erotic embrace. 

After a blissful eternity, our lips finally parted, and Dave gazed longingly into my eyes before saying, “I could easily fall for a man like you, Josh! You’re absolutely beautiful in every way, from your handsome face to your tight, muscular body to that thick, hard tool of yours that you’re trying to drill into my belly. Most of all, though, I can tell that you have a beautiful soul. I knew it from the moment our eyes met — the connection was instantaneous. I could easily drown in the depths of your green eyes and never come up for air.” 

Breathless and with a fluttering heart, I truthfully replied, “I feel the same way, Dave! I’ve never felt this way with another man before! It’s more than just the physical — though the physical is beyond anything from my greatest fantasies! I don’t know how it’s possible to feel something so instantly like this, but I feel like you’re my soul mate!” 

After blurting out those words, I blushed with embarrassment, and my insecurities started creeping back in. “I just can’t believe that YOU are into ME!” I said, looking down and away from this achingly handsome man before me to hide my shame. “I can’t even BEGIN to compare to you!” 

Dave wrapped both of his titanically massive arms around me, holding me in a gentle but very firm embrace, and replied in a teasing voice, “Oh, shut it, Josh! Are you kidding me?! Do you not see how insanely handsome and attractive you are?! Don’t assume that just because I’m 6-foot-5 and 380 pounds that I want the same exact thing in a partner. You, Josh, hit ALL of my buttons — short, beefy, boyishly handsome but with a man’s body. And you’re hung like a freaking mule!” he said, playfully wrapping his hand around my jock strap-clad boner and giving it a firm squeeze, making me moan with desire. “Don’t ever doubt for a moment how much I’m attracted to you, okay? I’m yours, and I’ve been yours ever since I looked into your eyes.” 

I looked back into Dave’s blue eyes, hope soaring in my chest, and read the truth of every word in his loving gaze. A stupid-looking grin split my face, and I lunged in again for more heavy, athletic kissing, which Dave returned with equal passion. 

After a time, our lips parted once more, and Dave said, “Now, as much as I like having you perched on my cock like this, I’m going to let you down now. I want to impress you with some more of my strength, but that requires that I have my cock free.” 

Sunday, November 17, 2019

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 2

The Genital Weight-Lifter’s Club - Part 2
Based on an original story by Bagoas 

Men who enjoy hanging weights from their testicles, pushing the limits of what they can carry … and sometimes with disastrous consequences. 


Dave looked even more impressive and god-like from my vantage point kneeling on the floor. He was chiseled, muscular perfection. His muscles were so gigantic that they should have looked ridiculous or overblown, but he was so defined and cut and exquisitely proportioned that he didn’t look ridiculous at all. On the contrary, he was the sexiest sight I had ever seen, or could have ever imagined. His colossal cock looked like a battering ram, measuring well over a foot and a half in length and standing upright at about 60 degrees. When I considered how unbelievably heavy his cock must be, I was even MORE impressed — Dave must have phenomenally strong groin muscles to be able to lever his massive cock so far against gravity! 

As if reading my mind, a grinning Dave flexed his mighty horse cock for me several times, causing it to slap against his rock solid abdominal wall one, two, three times with a staccato smack of beef on beef. It was with awe and wonder that I realized that the huge cockhead itself was colliding with the incredibly deep valley between his lush and voluptuous pectoral muscles, a crevasse so deep that it could have swallowed my entire hand with room to spare! It seemed impossible that any man, even the giant tank of muscle standing before me, could have a cock so insanely long, but my eyes beheld the truth — Dave was truly hung like some huge prehistoric beast! 

His mammoth bull balls were the perfect match for that heroic horse cock, so huge and heavy and hairy and full, begging to be put through their paces. And that was just what Dave intended to do. 

At Dave’s urging, I attached the ‘D’ ring and chain to the back of the testicle parachute, and placed the flat weight plate at the bottom of the chain. Then I started adding the weights. 

Now we’ve had some impressive sights here at the club in the past, with many a man proving his mettle by lifting huge amounts of weights with his nuts. I’m rather proud of my own personal record of lifting 80 excruciating pounds with my large nutsac, which is more than the majority of the guys here can lift. Of course, Big Bruno has us all beat, as he’s able to lift an extraordinary 150 pounds with nothing but his massive, lemon-sized bull balls. But nothing I’d ever seen prepared me for the magnificent feats of strength performed by Dave that night. 

Dave told me that he wanted to ‘warm up’ with a pair of 45-pound plates. I think I gulped so loud that Dave heard me, for he looked down at me, grinned, and assured me that he could handle considerably more than that. So while Dave squatted down and rested the weight plate on the floor, I loaded on two 45-pound steel plates. I also got to enjoy a very close up view of Dave’s titanically muscular thighs bulging and flexing even BIGGER as he squatted down - what a sight! 

With the plates loaded onto the base, Dave thanked me and then stood upright in one smooth, swift motion. Seemingly effortlessly, the 90 pounds of metal was lifted into the air by Dave’s gargantuan coconuts, the handsome stud just looking ahead and smirking as he started doing deep squats, over and over again, letting the weights clang against the floor and then hoisting them rapidly upward again. He must have done something like 40 repetitions, and I just stayed there kneeling on the floor with a ringside seat, marveling as this stud’s extraordinary strength and beauty. I also noticed that, despite the heavy weight dangling from them, Dave’s huge balls hadn’t increased their stretch by any appreciable amount that I could see, and still maintained their natural 2-inch dangle. ‘Fuck!’ I thought, ‘Those must be some damn powerful ball cords anchoring those mega nuts to his body!’

Dave then squatted down again and asked me to add two MORE 45-pound plates! I did the quick math in my head, and realized that Dave was about to break Bruno’s weight-lifting record by a good 30 pounds!! I quickly did what I was told, and then leaned back on my heels to watch the show. 

Sure enough, without even a grunt of effort, Dave’s mammoth thighs powered his body upward in one clean motion, hauling a full 180 pounds of solid steel behind him. God, the sight was breathtaking! His behemoth balls were bulging magnificently at the bottom of their hairy sac, but looked none the worse for wear as they carried the better part of 200 pounds from their mighty ball cords. This time, Dave’s scrotum looked to have stretched just a little bit farther than before, to perhaps 2.5 inches. Considering the awesome amount of weight that the stud’s mighty spuds were carrying, that was a ridiculously small stretch. 

I must have said something aloud about it, because Dave said, “Yeah, I’ve got a ferociously tough set of ball cords, and it takes a hell of a lot of effort just to get them to stretch at all. You’d think as huge and heavy as my balls are, their sheer weight would make ‘em naturally swing low in my nutsac, but nope. I think it would be super sexy if my big fuckin’ nuts hung halfway to my knees, but I’ve been stretching ‘em almost every day since I hit puberty, and I’ve barely gotten two inches of dangle. I keep hoping that if I stretch them long enough and hard enough, I’ll be able to make that stretch permanent.” 

“Wanna help me reach my goal, dude?” he asked, winking down at me on the floor. 

“Fuck yes!” I exclaimed, and then watched in awe as big Dave did another 40 or 50 deep squats with four 45-pound plates hanging from his huge nuts. 

After that massive set, Dave let the weights fall to the ground again with a loud CLANG, and then squatted there for a few moments to catch his breath. A huge smile broke across his breathtakingly handsome face as he looked at me, and I could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. For that matter, so was I! Dave’s massive, muscular, magnificent, and perfectly hairy body was starting to glisten with sweat, but it was clear that Dave was still just warming up. And that became perfectly clear as he gave me the next command for weights. 

ANOTHER four 45-pound plates. 

‘Holy FUCK!!’ my mind shouted. ‘What’s he trying to do?! CASTRATE himself!?!’ There was simply no way a man could suspend 360 pounds of iron from his nuts without ripping them off, no matter HOW big or strong they were!! 

I immediately started protesting, and Dave said, “Yeah, you’re right… that’s not enough weight. I’ve done 360 pounds before, so I think it’s time to break my personal record. Let’s go for 380 pounds. I’ve always wanted to carry my own bodyweight from my big boys.” 

My thick, 9.5-inch cock gave a massive lurch in my cum-soaked jock strap as a huge jet of precum squirted right through the wet material. First of all, DAMN, this huge dude was even bigger than I thought!! In fact, he was TWICE my own body weight!! No doubt it was the sheer awesome density of this thick muscles that added those additional pounds to his overall weight. And second, he wanted to HANG all of that weight from his BALLS!?! It was fuckin’ INSANE!!! 

I must have been mesmerized by his beauty and sheer animal magnetism, though, for I immediately started obeying Dave’s wishes. While he squatted down, I added four more of the large, 45-pound plates to the tray, and then two more 10-pound weights for good measure. The thick stack of weights was now climbing more than halfway to the stud’s massive, dangling bollocks, and it looked utterly impossible that ANY man could lift such a load! Hell, only a small fraction of men could squat so much weight with their whole bodies, let alone just their delicate and fragile nuts!! I was already feeling tremendously protective of this handsome young man, and I didn’t want to see anything bad happen to him or his extraordinary genitals. 

At the same time, I ached to see him perform even more extraordinary feats of manly strength. 

Dave flashed another dazzling smile at me and thanked me, then turned to look straight ahead as he focused on the impossible task in front of him. I could see the huge muscles in Dave’s heavy, uber masculine jaw bulge and flex as he steeled himself for the Herculean task. Then he took a deep breath, expanding his chest to even more colossal dimensions, and then began to push upward. 

With my ringside seat, I watched as Dave’s body seemed to rise in slow motion, but his huge balls remained steadfastly in place. Instead of lifting the weights upward, Dave’s rising body was simply stretching out his thick scrotum, causing the neck of vitally important ball cords and blood vessels to elongate more and more as the massive stack of weights kept his huge nuts locked with the floor. My eyes slowly grew wider and wider as that scrotal stretched increased — 2.5 inches, 3 inches, 3.5 inches — with no movement in the weights below. Dave’s swelling and trembling leg muscles looked like they were going to rip his magnificent bollocks right off of his body!!! 

Then, at a stretch of 4 full inches, doubling the stud’s initial dangle, the massive stack of steel plates began to ponderously lift off of the floor! Dave let out a deep grunt of effort as he forced his gigantic legs to straighten out, hauling 380 pounds of dead weight up by nothing more than his own mighty mega nuts! When he was fully upright, Dave let out another grunt, a sharp bark of victory, and then hit a double bicep pose that had the whole room full of men cheering and shouting. 

I was utterly speechless, just staring at Dave’s heroically straining bull balls. Even as I watched, those mighty, melon-sized lumps of man meat grew a darker and darker shade of red, almost turning purple with the strain of carrying almost 400 pounds in the air. Veins began to pop out all over their vast curved surfaces, swelling bigger and thicker with each passing second. As I scanned upward, I could actually see the stud’s powerful ball cords through the stretched-out skin of his scrotal neck, and wasn’t surprised to see that those super human ball cords were much thicker than any cords I’ve seen on another man. Of course they were; EVERYTHING on this achingly beautiful muscle man was built big! 

Scanning higher still, I saw that Dave’s still diamond hard horse cock had been pulled downward by the extraordinary strain on his balls, but not by much. The angle of his rampant schlong had decreased from 60 degrees to about 45 degrees, a very small decrease considering the awesome amount of weight suspended from the stud’s groin. 

Dave stood that way for many long moments, huffing and puffing with effort and flexing all of his glorious muscles into even more spectacular dimensions as he held the great weight aloft by his heroically straining nuts. The pain in his groin must have been intense, but the huge dude was clearly powerfully turned on, as his gigantic cock continued to flex and pulse every couple of seconds, throbbing so hard that I swear I saw the weight stack lift upward by a few millimeters each time! God, what POWER!! 

After holding his stunning pose for another 10 or 15 seconds, Dave ever so slowly began lowering the weights, bending his knees and squatting toward the floor until the weight stack settled against the concrete with a dull CLACK. The huge man lowered himself until his bound bollocks were resting on top of the cold weights themselves, and then lowering himself even further until he was actually sitting on his huge nuts and squashing them partway flat against the unyielding iron. Dave paused there for just a moment, and then explosively straightened upward. The rapid rise jerked HARD at his lurching nuts, but just like before, they doggedly hauled the huge weight stack upward, straining on the edge of their powerful tethers as Dave tried to redline his massive baby makers. 

So began the most epic set of deep squats I’ve even seen in my life. I would have had a tough time squatting with 380 pounds spread evenly across my shoulders, and for all my smaller size I’m a very strong man; it seemed patently impossible that ANY man could lift that much weight just strapped to his nuts!! But this incredible muscle stud lifted that weight with nothing but his massive balls, over and over and over, again and again and again. I was not only in awe — I was in love! 

A good 20 or 30 reps into his latest set of monster squats, Dave started talking to me again, grunting out his words between each squat. 



“…I want you…” 


“…to do something…” 
“…for me.” 
“I’m getting close…” 


“…to cumming…” 


“…but I need your help…” 


“…to put me over the edge.” 


“I want you…” 


“…to start punching my balls…” 


“…hard as you can…”


“…and fast as you can!” 




“…gets me off more…” 


“…than having a hot, sexy stud…” 


“…like you…”


“…wailing on my huge nuts!” 


“Don’t hold anything back!” 


“I can take it!”

Fuuuuuuuck!! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!! This achingly handsome, monstrously muscular, fantastically hung god of a man wanted me to use his gigantic nuts like some sort of sparing bag!! It was my greatest secret fantasy come to life!! I think I would have shot off a second spontaneous orgasm then and there, but I think I was actually TOO turned on to cum. You ever get that feeling that you are so ferociously turned on that you’re PAST the point of orgasm? Well, that’s what this felt like. I wanted to cum, I was DESPERATE to cum, and my big balls felt like they might burst with need, but it was like my entire crotch was paralyzed with too much lust. 

But that didn’t stop my fists. 

I waited until Dave was at the top of one of his squats, took aim, and launched a brutal one-two punch into each of his straining, purple, vein-gnarled bollocks. They were impossible targets to miss, as each mammoth whale nut was bigger than both of my fists combined, so it was easy to land my punches dead center in the middle of both of Dave’s goliath gonads. 


Fuck, it felt like my fists had collided with two huge spheres of flexed, rock hard muscle! There was hardly any give to that dense tissue at all, and the fact that they were stretched out so taut and tight by the 380 pounds of steel weights suspended below them meant that they didn’t even budge, but were instead forced to absorb the full force of my blows. 

Dave let out a little grunt — of pleasure or pain, or both, I couldn’t tell — and he said to me in a deep, lust-roughened voice, “I can tell that you’re holding back, little buddy. I know those big, sexy muscles of yours have a lot more strength in them than THAT. Give me all you’ve got, Josh. Wreck my huge baby makers. I promise you I can take it.” 

He was right, I realized; I HAD held back a lot of my strength on that first set of punches. But come on! I don’t care HOW big your balls are — NO ONE can take full force blows to the balls without risking serious permanent damage! A man’s balls simply weren’t BUILT to withstand that kind of abuse! They were too fragile, too delicate by far! But Dave’s monstrous bull balls were clearly built of sterner stuff. And hell, if big, handsome Dave wanted me to bust his nuts, to turn his massive spuds into mashed potatoes, then who was I to say no? 

I hit his balls again, only harder this time. 


Then harder still. 


And then harder still. 


Until I was indeed throwing all of my considerable strength behind each and every blow. 

And big Dave just seemed to love it! He grunted and groaned with every squat and every punch, and his titanic cock seemed to swell even bigger and began leaking thick ropes of clear, slick precum. More precum than most men could pee! I was definitely priming his pump, that’s for sure! My fists and forearms were soon getting lashed with ropes and streamers of the stud’s copious precum until they were nearly drenched in the slick effluvium. The dude’s huge nuts were soon similarly coated, and each of my devastating, ball-busting punches sent clear droplets of that hot goo splattering in all directions. 

I think every man in the club was mesmerized by the incredible show that Dave and I were putting on. None of us would have believed that a man’s balls could be so strong or so resilient or so freakishly tough if we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes…and even then, I think many of the guys refused to believe what they were seeing. But believe me when I say that Dave endured every knee-buckling blow like a fucking champ, never slowing or wavering in his continuous deep squats, never crying out or begging for mercy. He was like some sort of relentless MACHINE, just pumping out squat after ball-ripping squat while I tried to reduce his bollocks to mush! 

I don’t know if it was the beyond-brutal and repeated yanking at his balls or the never ending flurry of blows I was landing on those big beauties — perhaps it was a combination of both — but over time, I noticed that Dave’s huge balls were sagging lower and lower in their bound sac. Dave’s scrotal stretch increased to 4.5 inches, and then 5 inches — further than I’d ever gotten my own big balls to stretch — and while that added stretch was deeply and powerfully erotic, my fears continued to increase regarding whether or not Dave’s big bollocks could continue to handle the super human strain. Nevertheless, my punches never flagged in their speed or their intensity, as I tried to pound the stud’s huge stones into rubble. 

Dave kept on talking to me throughout the marathon ball-yanking and -busting session, his deep voice giving me encouragement saying things like, “Oh yeah, baby, work over my big bull nuts,” and “Aww fuck, that hurts so fucking good,” and “God, you’re so sexy, Josh. You’re churning my bull milk into butter,” and “That’s right, Josh; keep on punching my big, fat nuts. Let me show you just how fucking tough I really am!” I happen to love dirty talk, and this scion of hyper realized masculinity was pushing ALL of my buttons! I was now his willing love slave. 

God, I lost count of how long I hammered away at Dave’s burly, beefy, and seemingly indestructible nuts! Was it 50 punches? 100 punches!? Even more!?! I honestly have no idea! All I know is that sweat was literally dripping off of Dave’s herculean body, both from exertion and from testicular agony, but the big guy showed no signs of slowing down. Hell, even through the grunts and grimaces, the achingly handsome stud kept right on grinning throughout his self-induced torment, proving to all of us just what an extraordinary epic alpha stud he truly was! 

Suddenly, Dave’s grunts and moans became even more urgent, and he started saying, “Oh yeah, Josh! I’m gettin’ fuckin’ close! Keep on punishing my big bruisers! I got a hell of a load boiling inside of them, and it’s just for you. Now keep on punching ‘em! Harder! HARDER! FUCK!! That’s right! Oh YEAH!! UH! UH! UNH!! Oh FUCK yeah!! I’m gonna cum!! Here it comes!! UUUNNN!!!” 

At the top of his squat, Dave locked out his legs and threw another extraordinary double biceps pose. His gargantuan guns looked bigger than ever, pumped with blood and covered in a tortured array of incredibly sexy veins. His entire sweat-soaked body flexed in the most insane display of hyper muscular glory I could have ever imagined, and then he hit his nut. 

At that moment, Dave’s humongous balls contracted so fucking hard that — hand to God — they lifted all 380 pounds of weight even HIGHER into the air, reclaiming just about every bit of their forced dangle as they flooded the stud’s loins with their thick ball juices! 


His 19-5-inch flesh cannon simultaneously unleashed the single most massive, voluminous, and powerful jet of semen I had ever seen!! The titanic rope of cum had to be as thick as my pinky finger and at least 5 or 6 feet long, and it shot out with such incredible force that it sailed way up and over my kneeling body to strike wetly against some obstacle behind me!! The bar? The shelves of bottles BEHIND the bar?! I couldn’t tell, and there was no way I was tearing my eyes away from this beyond beautiful man to find out! 

That first, single rope of cum looked to contain more sperm than a typical guy could produce in a full MONTH of forced ejaculations, and that was just the FIRST blast!! After that first magnificent pulse, Dave’s great nuts relaxed, allowing the huge stack of weights to forcefully drop and stretching out his thick, hairy ballsac to 5 inches again… only to immediately and violently contract once more, lurching the weights upward again as they forced another gigantic bolt of cum out of the young man’s titanic horse cock! 


The second rocket of splooge was just as massive and powerful as its previous brother, and I could hear it impacting wetly somewhere behind me. My mouth hung open in worshipful awe as I watched this god of virility keep on pumping out mind-blowing volumes of spunk, over and over and over again, in what simply HAD to be the single greatest purging of seminal fluids in human history! 

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

Good GOD!! It didn’t seem that even balls as huge as those gorgeous gonads hanging so full and ripe from Dave’s hairy crotch could contain so much thick splooge, yet they kept right on pumping out the stuff as if from some bottomless well! The only explanation that my lust-addled mind could think of was that Dave’s sperm must be stored under tremendous pressure within his impossibly dense and beefy nuts. No WONDER they felt so freakishly rock solid to the touch! 

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

Dave’s monumental orgasm thundered on and on, and all the while, the stunningly handsome hunk kept on grunting and hollering and flexing every one of his massive, magnificent muscles into diamond hard relief as he fucked the open air with his gigantic pulsating cock. It was a sight I knew that I would never forget for as long as I lived. 

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUUUUURT!!! two… three… four…

SPUUUUURT!! two… three… four…

SPUUURT!! two… three… four…

SPURT! two… three… four… five… 

SPURT! two… three… four… five… 

SPURT! two… three… four… five… 


After well over a dozen gigantic slugs of stud sludge, Dave’s epic seminal pulsations gradually tapered off into smaller and weaker (though still enormous) cum wads before ending in a steady trickle of chunky white goo. There was a hushed silence that followed the end of Dave’s colossal orgasm, and the only sounds that could be heard were Dave’s own heavy breathing, and a steady ‘PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!’ sound of thick globs of the dude’s monstrous cum load dripping to the concrete floor. 

The final slugs of cum had landed on the floor next to me, not having enough power to hurtle all the way to the bar behind me. I reached out one hand and scoop a huge palmful of the nut oysters off the floor and cradled the hot goo in my open hand. The heavy gloop was by far the thickest and chunkiest spunk I’d ever seen, creamy white with a consistency thicker than tapioca pudding. The sludge quivered in my hand, so thick with stud sperm that it looked more solid than liquid, and it gave off a heady, pungent odor of man, musk, and sex. Unable to resist, I poured that palmful of stud sauce into my hungry mouth and let it bathe across my tongue. The flavor was heavy and beefy and 100% male, and it was so outrageously copious and thick that it took a good three or four swallows to get it all to go down to my gullet. 

I spared a glance behind me at that point, and was shocked at the enormous mess that Dave had made. I thought the puddles and streamers of spunk at my feet were big, but the mess coating the bar and the shelves behind it was HUGE! It looked like someone had taken a large bucket of thick white goo and splattered it all over the whole central portion of the bar. The face and countertop of the bar itself was liberally coated in Dave’s thick funk, and even MORE of the stuff was plastered all over the various bottles of booze sitting on the various shelves behind the bar. It was an OUTRAGEOUS amount of cum, and my senses could barely comprehend the enormity of what I was seeing. 

I turned back to look at Dave, who had finally stopped flexing and was just standing there in a relaxed stance, his mighty, hairy chest still heaving as he recovered his breath, and his colossal cock still throbbing and rock hard as if it hadn’t just shot the greatest cum load in history. The huge, 380-pound stack of weights was still suspended in the air by Dave’s heroically straining nuts, with huge clots and slugs of spunk dripping down their steel sides. The sight made me think of an oversized stack of pancakes covered in a thick coating of coconut-macadamia syrup. 

Dave’s behemoth balls were by now a deep, vibrant purple in color, bulging titanically in the very bottom of their sac and absolutely covered with thick, protruding veins. After the final contractions of their orgasm, his hulking balls were now fully relaxed and sagging even lower in their much-abused nutsac, hanging at least 5.5 inches down below his hairy crotch. Dave’s thick ball cords were plainly visible through the narrow neck of his scrotum, and I was absolutely in awe of the fact that they hadn’t torn free of their moorings by now! 

The huge, handsome muscle man had just proven how insanely and impossibly strong he was, and I was sure that he was going to call it a night. I was therefore stunned when he looked back down at me with those blue, blue eyes, smiled, and said, “Well, Josh, my warm up is over. How about you help me REALLY put my big balls through their paces?” 

And I almost passed out then and there…