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Friday, November 16, 2018

Octopussy (REVISED) - Chapter 1

It is early September as I write this introduction. Over the next few weeks, I'll be posting a revised and expanded version of the "Octopussy" story I posted here a long while back. What makes this story even MORE exciting for me is that my friend Cervantes has been creating illustrations for the first few chapters of the story. I love his representation of the protagonist and massive muscle bull, Lieutenant Ryan Mitchell, and I hope you do, too!

I also must sadly report that this story is the last fully completed story that I have left in my archives to post on this blog. I don't think I've written anything new in all of 2018, and I have no idea when inspiration will strike again, so this blog may experience another long quiet spell. But rest assured that I am still here, and I hope to keep on writing and entertaining you in the future!



Based on an original story created by inkquill, with artwork by Cervantes



Hunky Navy Seal Ryan Mitchell is captured by an evil scientist and forced to be involved in his diabolical monster breeding experiments. 


Doctor Schaller once again read the dossier on the magnificently muscular American soldier who had been captured the night before. The young bull of a man had been caught trying to infiltrate the Doctor’s top secret weapon facility. The island fortress, hidden in the South Pacific and not shown on any maps, had been thought to be impregnable. So the fact that the handsome young U.S. Navy Seal had very nearly succeeded in reaching the heart of the facility spoke volumes about the young soldier’s abilities, and indicated that he was very dangerous indeed.

JUST the kind of man Dr. Schaller was looking for!

The doctor reviewed the dossier for the fifth or sixth time, a thrill of excitement running through his body every time he read the details about this young man’s background and reported abilities.



Vital Statistics:
    Name:  Lieutenant Ryan Mitchell, United States Navy Seal
    Hometown:  Louisville, Kentucky
    Age:  21
    Sex:  Male
    Ethnicity:  White/Caucasian
    Hair color:  Brown
    Eye color:  Blue

Physical Dimensions:
    Height:  6’5”
    Weight:  385 pounds
    Body fat:  < 4%
    Neck:  22.5”
    Shoulders, breadth:  39”
    Upper arms:  28.5”
    Forearms:  23”
    Chest:  88”
    Waist:  34”
    Thighs:  38”
    Calves:  25.5”
    Cock, length soft:  13” 
    Cock, girth soft:  9”
    Cock, length hard:  unknown
    Cock, girth hard:  unknown
    Balls, length:  6”
    Balls, width:  4.5”
    Balls, combined circumference:  28”
    Scrotal dangle:  5”


Lt. Ryan Mitchell is widely rumored to be the product of a top secret genetics project conducted by the U.S. military. The project, first begun during WWII and codenamed ‘Project Adam’, was envisioned to create a “super soldier” with strength, endurance, and reflexes that far exceeded those of even the most gifted of natural humans.

Recent intelligence indicates that, in the mid 1990s, Project Adam was finally a success, and produced a dozen soldier prototypes, all of them male. These first prototypes were deemed so fantastically successful, in fact, that further attempts at genetic manipulation and enhancement were abandoned, and these 12 young men are now intended to be used to selectively breed a second generation of super soldiers.

It has long been speculated that Lt. Mitchell is one of these 12 original prototypes.


The Navy Seal is clearly highly advanced and far superior to normal humans in every measurable parameter. He demonstrates physical development that is off the charts compared to unaugmented humans, particularly in regard to strength, stamina, reflexes, metabolism, and cellular repair. His musculature is nothing short of astounding, both in terms of size and muscle density. Lt. Mitchell’s physical dimensions far exceed even those of the largest of professional super heavyweight bodybuilders, and his strength is orders of magnitude greater than that of even the most mighty of power lifters.

In short, Ryan Mitchell is super human. His very existence confirms the rumors regarding Project Adam, and there can be no doubt whatsoever that he is one of the 12 legendary prototypes.

Project Adam was also rumored to have resulted in some unintended, but not unwelcome, side effects. The first of these side effects is that the 12 super soldiers are extremely attractive in both face and body. Lt. Ryan Mitchell’s physique is spectacularly well-proportioned and his skin perfectly unblemished. His facial features are intensely handsome and masculine, with the sort of high cheekbones and powerful jawline usually reserved for cartoon super heroes. More primitive peoples would almost certainly have worshipped the young man as a demigod, for he was the physical embodiment of both Hercules and Adonis combined.

A second rumored side effect of Project Adam is that all 12 of the super soldiers have been gifted with significantly augmented genitalia, far larger than that possessed by normal males. Lt. Mitchell provides more than ample — in fact, excessive — evidence that this rumored side effect is indeed true. While his penis has not yet been measured when stimulated into an erection, the sheer mammoth size of his flaccid organ indicates that his fully engorged cock will shatter previous world records in terms of length, girth, and hardness. The super soldiers are also said to possess equally augmented virility in proportion to the size of their genitals, and are reportedly extraordinarily fertile. This facet of Lt. Mitchell’s physiology has not yet been put to any known test, but nothing would indicate thus far that this rumored ability is inaccurate.

It is believed that the U.S. military’s super soldiers will also breed true, even with completely unaugmented human females. That apparently explains why the U.S. government has thus far focused solely on producing male soldiers, as males would be capable of producing advanced offspring at a much faster rate than females. Intelligence further indicates that while the U.S. military has not yet initiated a phase two breeding program, such a secret breeding program is likely to begin in the very near future, using the first 12 super soldier prototypes as breeding stud bulls.


Lt. Ryan Mitchell should be considered extremely dangerous and a top level security threat. Extreme caution should be used in handling the prisoner, and the Agency’s recommendation is to terminate the prisoner at the earliest opportunity and with extreme prejudice.

…..End of Report…..


Doctor Schaller smiled as he re-read the report yet again and considered how the young seaman could be an extraordinarily valuable addition to his own work. He therefore quickly disregarded the Agency’s direction in regard to terminating the handsome and enormously muscular soldier. No, he intended to make good use of the young man first, and only discard him when his usefulness was at an end.

The doctor was involved in his own highly advanced genetic experiments, focusing on augmenting the size and abilities of various deep sea creatures in an attempt to create an advanced and deadly beast that would spread throughout the world’s oceans and bring waterborne commerce and all the world’s navies to their knees. His experiments involved the extensive use of human male test subjects, who unfortunately lasted a lamentably short period of time due to the nature and intensity of the experiments. But Doctor Schaller was confident that a tough, hardy, and heroically virile muscle beast like Lt. Ryan could be able to last much longer than any of his previous test subjects. Much longer indeed!

The doctor filed Lt. Mitchell’s chart back in his desk cabinet, and made his way to the main laboratory to check on his newest test subject and begin the next stage of his experiments.

Friday, November 9, 2018

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 7 (Final Chapter)

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 7
An original chapter inspired by a story written by Sack Stomper in 2000


A hot Detroit muscle cop has his massive balls busted wide open by 3 luscious hunks


The three captors had clearly decided that it was time to end their fun with the handsome, hot, hunky, and impossibly well hung rookie muscle cop. The three punks quietly debated options to finish off the bruised and battered hunk, not bothering to try to hide their conversation from the brave but resigned young bull hanging exhausted but defiant in his restraints. 

Jason hung limply in his bindings at wrist and ankle, too tired to move except for the weak bucking of his hips in a now near-continuous orgasm, his hideously bloated and beleaguered balls trying desperately to purge the utterly colossal load of sperm choked inside of them. His magnificent body, honed to absolute masculine perfection by untold hours of lifting heavy weights in the gym, was covered in vibrant bruises and superficial lacerations, but looked no less studly and beautiful for the damage it had sustained. His humongous 18-inch monster cock, that masterpiece of masculinity, was likewise covered in welts and bruises, its vein-gnarled length a dark and vibrant purple from being nearly strangled to death by the zip ties secured so tightly around its thick and beefy base. 

It was the young man’s herculean bull nuts, however, that had sustained by far the heaviest damage from the epic, night-long abuse. If not for the dull, throbbing ache still thundering from those ridiculously swollen and bloated balls of man meat, Jason would have thought for sure that his mighty testicles had already perished, having been completely cut off from their blood supply for nearly 5 hours, distended to the bursting point with untold aborted cum loads, and then mercilessly pummeled and punched and hammered until it was a significant miracle that they hadn’t yet simply exploded inside of their smooth, hairless pouch. As it was, the handsome muscle hunk highly doubted that his proud, pendulous bull nuts functioned anymore. His legendary virility had no doubt been pummeled to smithereens by Drake’s mighty fists, his final viable load of sperm slowly cooling inside their dying interiors. 

Jason glanced down at his horribly mangled nutsac, and couldn’t help but quietly sob at what he saw. The gargantuan, double-barreled mass of his twin sperm tanks resembled a pair of bowling balls hanging at the end of some elongated tube sock. The enormous mass of nut flesh was so dark purple as to be almost black, the orbs themselves covered with huge, snaking veins that looked just as thick and torturous as the cable-like veins coursing up and down the colossal length of his meaty cock shaft. His dying bull balls hung impossibly low in their hideously elongated sac, dangling nearly a full FOOT from his straining, muscular crotch. The twin bollocks swung gently forward and back like some enormous pendulum, in time to the gentle pumping of the young man’s muscular hips. Despite the roaring, debilitating pain radiating from his two massive lumps of man meat, Jason was also engulfed by an agonizing, mind-numbing pleasure, waves of unbelievably intense erotic bliss washing over his massive body again and again in never-ending crescendos of pure orgasmic release. The combination of these two inhuman levels of pleasure and pain would have long since stopped the heart of a lesser man, but the mighty muscle cop rode the crest of the two conflicting and complimentary sensations, the poor stud simply too damn tough to achieve the welcome release of unconsciousness or death. 

In some tortured and pain-addled corner of his mind, Jason found that he was intensely proud of himself. He had shown these three punks what a REAL man was like! He had endured tortures and abuses that would have killed any other man hours ago, and he was still kicking. Hell, his mighty bull cock was harder than ever, defying his assailants and daring them to visit even MORE brutal tortures upon his battered, glorious body. His first four (and a half) monster loads still white-washed half the cabin, containing more ripe stud spunk in just one load than ALL of the other three guys’ porn star loads combined! 

Yeah, the young rookie cop had shown these guys what a REAL alpha stud was like. And if he was about to lose his manhood and his life, then Jason knew that he could at least be proud that he went out like the super human bull stud that he was. 

The three hunky assailants reached some sort of a decision, for their huddle suddenly broke up as the trio turned to face their captive muscle stud one last time. Eric retrieved something from his duffel bag, a looped coil of thin braided cable about 6 feet long with wooden handles attached to either end. The metal cable resembled piano wire, only thicker, and Jason realized with a sinking heart that the whole device was some sort of garrote. As Eric wrapped a noose of the thin cable around the base of his choked-off genitals, the handsome muscle cop’s suspicions were confirmed — he knew that they intended to slice off his cock and balls with the metal cable! 

Drake meanwhile knelt between Jason’s huge and muscular legs, reaching up with both hands to gently cup and fondle the stud’s cold and nearly lifeless balls. Even after hours and hours of abuse, Drake was amazed at the amount of power he still felt coursing through those two spectacularly oversized testicles, and he knew he would never forget the extraordinary joy of torturing this mighty muscle man for as long as he lived. 

Eric and Sebastian took up positions on either side of the captive hunk, each holding one of the wooden handles and pulling on the cable just tight enough that all of the slack was taken up. The looped cable now sat tight against the crushed and straining root of the young man’s intensely engorged manhood, ready to be pulled taut into a deadly, cutting embrace at any moment. 

Drake continued fondling and manhandling Jason’s sagging and dark purple bull nuts, caressing the two bloated spheres of man meat like he was trying to memorize their every curve and vein. In truth, Drake already knew far more about the inner workings and interior details of Jason’s tortured nuts than any man had the right to know, his fingers and knuckles having dug and drilled into the very heart of both of those mighty stud spuds, but the muscular giant knew that these would be the cop’s last moments as an intact male, and Drake wanted to savor them. He even went so far as to plant soft, lingering kisses on the cold flesh of the stud’s bulging sac, one kiss on each bloated nut, as if he was bidding the massive organs farewell. And indeed, that was exactly what he was doing. 

When all three men were ready and in position, Eric addressed the heaving and bucking bull stud one last time, saying, “Well, Jason, I must say you’ve given us all an evening we’ll never forget! You’ve endured abuses I wouldn’t have thought humanly possible, and your huge horse cock is STILL throbbing! You’re a freaking BEAST, Jason, and under other circumstances, I know we all would have enjoyed having you around for a lot longer. But like I said before, you’re a cop, and we’re about to show you what we do to cops. Get ready for the trip of your life, man, cuz you’re about to kiss your huge cock and balls goodbye! Ready boys? NOW!!!” 

A new agony erupted in Jason’s groin as big Drake simultaneously clamped down with his thick fingers in a crushing ball squeeze, and heaved his massive 400-pound body backward, adding his own phenomenal weight to his awesome strength as he pulled down on Jason’s straining sac with all of his might. His fingers met little resistance as they plunged deep into the very center of the young man’s soft, pliable, downright mushy nuts, threatening to burst them apart in their sac. Jason’s dangling sac was instantly stretched to very nearly a foot and a half in length, even longer than when the cruel assailants had hung 500 pounds of iron from the stud’s mighty nuts! Jason’s thick ball cords were stretched to the snapping point, fighting valiantly to keep the stud’s huge balls anchored to his muscular crotch, but it was clear that they were no match for Drake’s super human strength. Jason’s mighty nuts were on the verge of ripping free from his muscular body!! 

At the same moment, Eric and Sebastian pulled back on their handles with all of their considerable strength, immediately snapping the looped cable taut and cutting the metal wire into young man’s flesh. Jason’s awesomely thick and incredibly dense cock was made of some stern stuff indeed, the tough flesh nearly as hard as granite, but even the cop’s mighty man meat couldn’t hope to hold out against the thin wire. After a few moments of unnatural resistance, the two grunting and grinning assailants could feel the cable start to cut into Jason’s mighty cock root. Thin trickles of blood began to appear as the wire started to disappear into the tortured and crushed flesh. 

Yet another orgasm slammed into Jason’s tortured loins, one of his most powerful orgasms of the entire night. Something about the idea of having his entire manhood brutally cut and ripped from his body sent Jason into stratospheric heights of erotic pain, and he threw his head back and bellowed in agony and epic release, knowing that this would be the final orgasm he’d ever feel in his tragically short life. Jason’s cock swelled bigger still, so big it looked like it was going to split wide open, as he bucked his mighty hips in release. Eric and Sebastian pulled even harder on the cable, their big arms bulging dramatically with the effort, while Drake roared in fury and triumph, feeling Jason’s nutsac start to tear and the colossal gonads start to disintegrate in his huge hands. 



A loud crashing sound echoed in the room, startling all four men as the front door burst open so hard that it cracked the doorframe, leaving the door hanging askew from its nearly broken hinges. The open doorway allowed the early dawn sunlight to stream into the room, illuminating the tableau in a warm, rosy glow. 

Silhouetted in the doorway were half a dozen large figures. It took the men a few moments for their blinking eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight, but the four men were shocked to discover that a squad of Detroit’s finest were standing just outside the doorway, guns trained on the men within. 

No one was more startled than Jason himself, for the figure standing front and center was none other than his fallen partner, Officer Matthew Schmidt, looking none the worse for wear after taking several slugs to the chest! 

“NOBODY MOVE!!” Officer Schmidt shouted, his deep voice sounding like rolling thunder in the tiny room. “Drop those handles NOW!! YOU, release Jason’s balls and back away slowly! Do it NOW!!!” 

Eric was the first to put his hands up, his eyes wide in fear as he dropped the wooden handle and backed a few steps away. Big Drake followed suit, releasing his death grip on Jason’s nearly crushed bollocks and lobster crawling away from both Jason and the crowded doorway. 

Only Sebastian hesitated. Sebastian, who more than any of the other punks desperately wanted to see the handsome and impossibly hunky cop unmanned. Sebastian, who’s beautiful face became contorted in fury and murderous rage. Sebastian, who grabbed his handle with both hands and pulled with all of his desperate might! 


The deafening retort of a gunshot echoed in the small room. Sebastian was instantly spun around, a gout of crimson blood fountaining from his left shoulder where Officer Schmidt’s bullet had struck him. The wooden handle clattered to the floor as a wounded Sebastian struck the ground. The beautiful blond lad clutched his bleeding shoulder and delivered a death stare to the square-jawed police officer, but he made no move to further attack the bound muscle man. Jason had been rescued! 

But had the cavalry arrived in time? 

As more than a dozen police officers filed into the room to subdue the three young punks, Matthew Schmidt and several other officers rushed forward to aid the exhausted and quietly sobbing Jason. Matthew gently unwound the steel wire from around Jason’s genitals, and was relieved to see that the cuts all around the base of his enormous meat appeared to be superficial. Of far more concern, however, were the dark and strangled appearance of both the young man’s cock and balls, and Matthew and the others quickly set to work undoing the choking bindings. 

There was no alternative but to cut the zip ties off of Jason’s body. While other officers hunted for the keys to Jason’s broken handcuffs, Officer Schmidt used a box cutter to very carefully start cutting away at the dozen or so thick plastic ties with their death grip around Jason’s cock. As careful as Matthew tried to be, however, he couldn’t keep from cutting into the base of his partner’s huge cock a few times, but eventually the plastic ties started falling free, one after the other. 

When the last plastic tie snapped free fell to the floor, Jason felt a huge surge of fresh blood start to flood into his nearly strangled cock, flushing away the old, cooling blood and restoring health and vigor to his mighty crank. The dark purple color was rapidly washed away, replaced by the mottled red and purple color of heavy bruising and the near cooking from the taser attacks, but it was clear that the young cop’s gargantuan horse cock was still very much alive. Even the prolonged crushing of the thick root of Jason’s mighty prong didn’t seem to be causing any lasting damage. The mighty base of Jason’s cock immediately plumped right back to its normal awesome girth as soon as the ties were removed, and though the root of his cock looked particularly bruised and inflamed, it was clear that it would heal and be okay. 

It was Jason’s mammoth bull nuts that had Matthew particularly worried. Unlike the young man’s cock, which had been receiving at least a fraction of its usual blood supply even with the zip ties in place, Jason’s balls had been completely choked off from his body by the tightly bound handcuffs for more than five hours. They were so dark and cold that Officer Schmidt feared that they were dead already, and several of the other cops warned him that, if Jason’s balls were indeed already dead, then restoring blood flow to the dead organs could kill the young rookie. 

The decision warred inside Matthew’s mind as he impatiently waited for someone to find the handcuff key. In the meantime, he kept giving his nearly unconscious partner reassurances that everything would be okay, even as Matthew himself doubted that his new partner would be walking away from this situation intact. 

Officer Schmidt was also greatly concerned by how unbelievably low Jason’s balls were hanging in their bruised and abraded sac. He thought at first that the great bull nuts had become completely detached from their moorings, and were now a pair of dead lumps of man flesh floating loose in the bottom of their overstretched scrotum. But as his fingertips gently explored the extraordinary foot-long length of Jason’s narrow scrotal neck, Officer Schmidt could feel that the unusually thick cables, cords, and vessels anchoring the young man’s gigantic bollocks to his body were still intact. 

After more than 15 minutes had gone by and STILL the handcuff keys hadn’t turned up, however, Officer Schmidt began to panic. He ordered the three suspects removed from the cabin so that he and the rest of the squad could turn the place upside down. Soon, every last item had been removed from the cabin, leaving just the giant, muscular, naked form of Jason suspected in the middle of an empty room. The handcuff keys simply couldn’t be found! 

The question of whether or not to unshackle Jason’s strangled nuts would soon be moot if the keys could not be found. There was no way to cut the handcuffs from Jason’s body without cutting off his huge nuts in the process. 

Officer Schmidt and the others spent another 20 or 30 fruitless minutes teaching every square inch of the cabin for the missing keys, but with no success. Young Jason began to quietly sob, for even the dull ache in his distended and cum-bloated bollocks had faded away, and now he couldn’t feel anything from his nuts anymore. He feared it was already too late to save his big, beautiful nuts. 

The other officers started urging that they needed to cut off Jason’s dead nuts in order to save his life. If they cut just above the offending handcuffs, they could save a large portion of his scrotum. Jason could then have a pair of good-sized silicon balls inserted in his sac, disguising his lost testicles, and he could receive hormone treatments for the rest of his life. If he was lucky, he could keep a large portion of his enormous musculature, and might even be able to get hard in the future. 

A devastated Matthew reluctantly agreed, but he had to turn away as one of his fellow officers pulled out a large, sharp switch blade and prepared to saw off his partner’s beyond-massive nuts. He just couldn’t bear to see such a magnificent manhood destroyed. 

As Officer Schmidt’s eyes sought out anything in the room to focus on other than the impending castration behind him, his steel blue eyes caught a faint gleam from across the room. His big, muscular form surged forward with surprising speed, and he dropped to his knees to take a closer look. There, wedged deeply between two wooden floorboards, as a faint metal gleam. The light from the rising sun had fallen just right to catch the edge of something metallic, wedged more than an inch down between the two boards. Without the added light, he never would have seen the reflecting glow. 

Matthew fished out his own pocket knife and began to urgently but carefully pry the metal object from the narrow crevice. After a few seconds of diligent digging, the object popped free onto the floor, revealing itself to be a tiny, gleaming key. 

“STOP!!!” bellowed Officer Schmidt, his baritone voice once again ringing in the nearly empty room. “I found it!! I found the key!!” 

Matthew hadn’t spoken a moment too soon, for the other officer’s knife had just begun to cut into the tightly crimped flesh just above the handcuffs. Another second later, and the officer would have sliced through that narrow tube of skin and severed Jason’s nuts forever. 

Officer Schmidt rushed forward and pushed the other police officers away. Some of them objected, concerned that releasing the handcuffs could kill the rookie cop, but Matthew ignored them. The veteran cop just couldn’t imagine a future for the handsome young rookie without his phenomenal manhood intact. With as much speed as he could muster, Matthew unlocked the first cuff, followed immediately by the second, finally freeing Jason’s nuts from their choking metal prison. 

A great surge of blood pulsed into those two cold, cold orbs, and the most terrific, mind-rending pain Jason had ever experienced hammered him directly in his nuts. The young muscle man screamed in inhuman agony as the starved flesh of his nearly dead nuts greedily sucked down the fresh oxygen and nutrients pumping into their nearly lifeless interiors. Every nerve ending in his densely-packed nuts sang with exquisite agony as his starved and strangled nuts were pulled back from the very brink of death. 

And as fresh blood surged into the young man’s herculean bull balls, something else surged out of them. The choking handcuffs had also sealed off the product of dozens — nay, HUNDREDS — of aborted orgasms inside of the young man’s bloated, burgeoning nuts, and all of that thick and chunky baby batter was now free to finally pump out of the stud’s massive cock. And pump it did! 

Officer Schmidt was reminded of footage he’d seen of miners striking oil, for the massive pulsating fountain of slick and smelly smegma erupting from Jason’s colossal horse cock didn’t look like anything remotely resembling an ejaculation. This was a purging of the highest order, a deluge of thick and rich man seed, an unstoppable flood of release. Matthew and the others had to stumble backward out of the way to not be caught in the crossfire, and as it was, several officers were lashed and painted with thick stripes of unbelievably thick and chunky cum before they could get out of the way. 

Unlike normal, healthy cum, however, the purgings from Jason’s battered loins were disturbingly cold, the heat long since having drained from the stud’s thick cum. But as the seconds ticked by and the dark purple color started to rapidly fade from Jason’s balls, replaced by a kaleidoscope of mottled reds and purples from the profound, almost terminal, bruising, the young man’s spunk bolts began to heat up as well. Finally, about a minute into the epic testicle purge, Jason’s spunk had become as hot as one would expect from such a mighty, bull-balled alpha stud. 

Only Jason’s monstrous, herculean ejaculation didn’t end after a minute, or even two minutes. In fact, it was nearly THREE minutes into the young man’s super human orgasm before the continuous, unbroken, pulsating river of lush spunk began to be broken up into separate, but still enormous, salvos of stud sperm. And it was another two or three minutes after that before the titanic spurts and blasts of spunk began to die down to ever smaller and weaker jets of jizz, and finally just a continuous drool of milky effluvium. 

Against all conceivable odds, Jason’s balls had survived!! And if his epic, legendary ejaculation was any evidence, they looked like they’d make a full recovery from their terrific ordeal!! 

It wasn’t until Jason’s mighty orgasm had died down to a low roar that Matthew and the other officers felt it safe to come forward once again and start untying the huge muscle man from his restraints. Jason had all but collapsed in exhaustion, his heroic orgasm sapping the last reserves of his awesome strength. As he leaned against the supporting officers, he turned his blue-eyed gaze on his partner, Officer Schmidt, unadulterated hero worship filling his tearful eyes. 

“How did you FIND me?” Jason exclaimed. “And how are you even here?! I saw you shot at point blank at least two or three times!!” 

To Jason’s surprise, his normally stoic and irascible police partner looked downright embarrassed, the handsome veteran cop blushing and refusing to meet the younger man’s eyes. 

“Well,” Matthew said, seeming to find a hard time finding the right words, “when you first started on the force, I didn’t take you seriously. I thought you were just some pretty boy gym bunny, wanting to be a macho cop to impress all of the ladies. When you got assigned to be my new partner, I was silently cursing at first, thinking you’d never last a month.” 

“But then as I got to know you, I realized that you were serious about becoming a cop. A good cop. And that you had the makings to be a GREAT cop. I was just worried that your good looks and huge muscle body would attract the wrong sort of attention. So I, er,… I planted a tracking device on your utility belt!” 

Jason’s stunning blue eyes grew wide at this revelation, but Matthew continued. “Imagine my surprise when it turned out you weren’t into the ladies at all, but were into dudes instead. I tracked you to a series of gay bars downtown on several different nights.” 

Now it was Jason’s turn to blush, looking away from Officer Schmidt’s steel gray eyes and expecting the veteran cop to reject him at any moment. 

“And that’s part of the reason why I’ve been so gruff with you, Jason,” Matthew continued, looking away from the younger, bigger man as he and the other officers finally untied the last bond holding Jason in place. “You see, I’m gay, too, and I’ve been carrying a major flame for you from the moment that we met, and it’s only gotten worse as I’ve gotten to know you. The only way I could be around you and function as a cop was to keep things completely business between us. But now I guess that cat is out of the bag!” 

Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and his heart began to race in his enormous chest. All this time, he thought his partner hated him, when in fact he was secretly attracted to him?!?! 

“Oh, and as for how I survived those gun shots?” Officer Matthew Schmidt said, lifting up his uniform shirt to reveal the most incredible set of chiseled abdominal muscles and thick, beefy pecs that Jason had ever seen, coated with just the right amount of coarse blond body hair. A trio of angry red and purple bruises marred all of that masculine, burly beauty. “Kevlar armor,” Matthew continued. “I never go out on the job without it. Stops bullets cold, but hurts like a motherfucker! The doctors refused to let me leave the hospital at first, saying something about cracked ribs or some other such nonsense, but I told them I HAD to leave to start searching for my partner!” 

Matt’s revelations, plus the overwhelmingly gorgeous sight of the veteran officer’s massively muscular torso unveiled for the very first time, was simply too much for young Jason to take. The huge muscle stud came spontaneously, his huge horse cock belching out a freshly whipped batch of his thick bull cum. 

Thus it was that Officer Schmidt was shot at point blank range for the second time in less than 24 hours, though this time the lead bullets were replaced by far, far bigger slugs of chunky hunk spunk. 

“Thank you,” Jason said in a husky grumble, those two words summing up so many of the feelings that were surging inside of him at that moment. Matt just stood there in shocked surprise, still holding his uniform shirt up as his magnificent torso was struck again and again and again by scorching hot globs of thick man chowder. Jason then leaned forward, wrapped one of his enormously powerful arms around the smaller man’s body, and crushed their bodies together. As their lips met in a deep and passionate kiss, Jason’s throbbing bull cock continued to pulse out huge jets of his powerful seed, literally gluing their two naked torsos together with a mortar of impossibly thick and chunky stud sperm. 

With a smile and a wink, one of the other cops led the rest of the officers out of the tiny cabin, pulling the half-shattered door closed behind them and leaving the two big muscle men alone with each other… 


The incident and following trial drew national media attention, making young Officer Jason Allen an unwilling celebrity. The sensational story, plus the young man’s movie star good looks, fantastically muscular body, and natural modesty and charm, made Jason a media darling, and it took a long while for the news to turn to other items and give the young man his life back. 

Fortunately, the cops were somehow able to conceal from the media the fact that Jason was hung like some sort of prehistoric beast. If word had gotten out about THAT particular set of facts, Jason would never have had a private life ever again! 

All three of his assailants received heavy jail time, and all were sent to separate penitentiaries. Rumor was that they had all been on the receiving end of some of the very same attentions they had paid on young Jason, particularly the angelic-looking pretty boy Sebastian. The saying was apparently true — it wasn’t a good thing to be too handsome in prison… 

Jason’s body made a far faster recovery than his emotions and his spirit. The cuts, lacerations, and bruises had all completely healed in just over a week, and his phenomenal body was as strong and tough as ever. 

There were a few permanent physical reminders of Jason’s nightmare night in that log cabin, however. For one thing, both his cock and his balls had permanently grown from the experience. Jason’s formerly 16-inch boner now broke even more records, stretching the measuring tape to just a smidgen over 18.5 mind blowing inches. And his titanic bollocks, which had already been perhaps the largest human balls in the world at the size of extra large grapefruits, were now permanently bloated to the size of ripe, heavy cantaloupes. 

Those blue ribbon bull balls also remained covered in thick, tortured veins, readily visible through his silky smooth nutsac, apparently the result of having had his huge nuts starved for oxygen and nutrients for such an extended period of time. Jason’s entire nutsac, and indeed his crotch as well, were also now permanently devoid of body hair, the result of the brutal electrocution Jason’s genitals had received at the hands of his three assailants. 

Last but not least, the unspeakably brutal stretching inflicted on Jason’s mammoth balls had resulted in some permanent elongation to his already impressive natural dangle. Jason’s humongous and seed-heavy balls now never hung any less than 6 inches from his crotch, and in warm weather or when especially relaxed could easily stretch to TWICE that distance! While such an enormous dangle might be an incredibly erotic sight to some — two melon-sized bull bollocks hanging impossibly low by a narrow neck of scrotal skin — the increased hang caused Jason no end of problems. He’d lost track of the number of times his huge nuts had accidentally plopped into the cold water of a toilet bowl. Hell, he’d lost track of the number of times he’d SAT on his balls, the bulk of his enormously muscular 350 pounds threatening to crush his huge stud nuts completely flat. He had to wear specially reinforced briefs just to keep his balls from slapping against his legs or getting crushed between his massive thighs, and boxers, let alone going commando, were now completely out of the question… 

But there WAS one unquestionably good thing that had come out of Jason’s hot summer night encounter with the three murderous punks. He moved in with Matt within a month of the incident, and the pair had become partners both on and off the force, in every sense of the term. The stunningly handsome couple were not only one of the best cop duos in the entire force, but one of the happiest as well. 

And their nightly love-making sessions were the stuff of legend… 

Friday, November 2, 2018

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 6

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 6
An original chapter inspired by a story written by Sack Stomper in 2000


A hot Detroit muscle cop has his massive balls busted wide open by 3 luscious hunks


“Dude,” Sebastian said to his two friends. “Our cop friend’s big, fat stud nuts look pretty fucked up. Look at how freakishly swollen and dark they are!! You think maybe they’re dead already?” 

“I dunno,” Eric replied. “But I know one way to find out.” 

The naked college jock kneeled in front of the huge bound muscle man, his bare knees almost slipping in the thick sludge of nut milk on the floor, the combined loads of all four men mixing and coalescing into one huge morass of sticky, smelly bull funk. He raised both of his arms palm up toward Jason’s dangling goolies. The mammoth, dark purple bollocks were hanging even lower than ever now, the weary balls now stretching his ridiculously narrow scrotal neck to an eye popping TEN INCHES from his crotch, the most monstrous dangle any of the men had even heard of. Eric cupped both of Jason’s hideously bloated and swollen balls, the titanic testes more than overflowing the young man’s big hands as he judged their temperature and heft. 

“Damn guys!” Eric exclaimed. “These huge fuckers feel downright COLD! I think we might have killed this stud’s spuds already! HA!! But there’s one sure way to find out!” 

So saying, Eric cocked back one big fist, and sent it plowing into the bloated nard still cupped in his other hand. 

The brutal impact of fist on flesh caused Jason to toss his handsome head back in agony, a fresh bellow of unearthly pain making the thick veins on his bullish neck stand out in deep relief. His entire body arched backwards as every massively-developed muscle flexed in spectacular unison. His bloated and beleaguered balls were now so swollen and so sensitive that Eric’s single punch hurt more than all of the beatings his burly balls had endured hours ago…combined! 

“Heh heh!” Eric chuckled. “Looks like these big beauties are still alive after all! I don’t know HOW they can still be alive after being choked off like this for so long, but I guess they’re just so fucking HUGE that it takes ‘em longer to starve to death than a normal man’s balls. Shit, I’m starting to think that these huge fuckers are just too fucking TOUGH to die!” 

“Oh, we’ll see about that!” Drake drawled as he strode forward, pushing Eric out of the way to take his place kneeling before the beefy, burly cop. “I’ve been saving a little surprise for you, little stud!” he said, looking up into Jason’s terrified blue eyes. “Here’s something that will REALLY juice those big berries of yours…permanently!” 

Drake then slipped on a pair of extra large brass knuckles, turning his already deadly fists into weapons of mass destruction. He knew Jason’s nuts had swollen too huge for even HIS massive fists to strike both at the same time, so Drake selected just one nut, Jason’s bloated left orb, for annihilation. Drake encircled his big hand around the neck of that huge, bulbous nut, stretching it even farther from the young cop’s straining crotch, cocked back his right fist, and sent it sailing into the helpless, vulnerable, and too-huge-to-miss target. 

The muscle giant was 400 pounds of pure beef, and the huge beast of a man was so freakishly strong that he had shattered men’s balls before with just a single punch. Add a set of brass knuckles to his huge fists, and Drake easily had the power to crack boulders in half with the awesome power of his 26-inch mega guns. 

Thus it wasn’t surprising when Drake’s brass knuckles all but disappeared into the heart of Jason’s tortured and twisted nut meat, the battered, abused, and much-weakened wall of that massive, bloated orb warping and bending grotesquely around the invading fist. The impact was devastating, cataclysmic…and was therefore even more shocking when Drake withdrew his fist from the blubbery, distorted globe of testicle meat and that titanic orb immediately bounced back to its oblong spherical shape! Despite having been hammered to the brink of sterility, bloated to the near bursting point with countless aborted loads of thick stud cum, and choked nearly to death, Jason’s burly left nut proved that it was still more than a match for the worst that his three assailants could hurl at it! 

An infuriated and frustrated Drake punched that massive whale nut a second time, and then a third, and then a fourth and a fifth and a sixth, and each time the almighty bollock repelled the murderous hammer blow. The muscle cop was screaming and writhing in agony from the rain of destruction falling upon his bruised and bloated nut, but the nut itself was still somehow, miraculously, holding firm. 

But for how much longer? 

As Drake continued to hammer away at Jason’s bulging left nut, he could start to feel the huge orb softening up, the obliterating punches further weakening the already sorely tested and straining walls of that tough and fibrous orb. Another dozen blows significantly softened up the dense and beefy orb, and another dozen more blows started to make the bollock feel downright mushy in the giant’s crushing grip. A madly grinning Drake realized that it wouldn’t take too many more punches to burst that bloated and swollen nut into a hundred pieces of broken nut chunks. 

Taking Drake’s lead, the other two young men retrieved their own brass knuckles and set to work on the rest of the captive stud’s phenomenal physique. They knew that the stud’s massive, rock solid body could endure a LOT of abuse, and they intended to give it to him, taking the handsome hulk of a cop to never-before-experienced levels of agony before castrating and killing the uber stud. Punches began landing all over the hunk’s goliath body, raising new welts and bruises all over his fantastically and gorgeously muscular form. Virtually no square inch was left untouched as they hammered their fists into Jason like they were punching some side of beef, the satisfying smack of metal on flesh reverberating in the small room. 

Eric especially liked punching Jason’s midsection, paying particular attention to his impossibly prominent and deeply etched cobblestone abs, his shredded and muscular flanks, the small of his tight and muscular back, and even his huge rib cage. These were blows that would have quickly cracked and shattered any other man’s bones or burst his internal organs, but Jason’s mighty form was built of tremendously stern stuff, and he absorbed even these terrible blows with his usual resilience. 

Sebastian started off hammering away at Jason’s huge 23.5-inch super guns, loving the beefy sounds of his fists striking such hard and dense muscle. Even after dozens and dozens of blows, however, Jason’s mighty arms didn’t soften in the slightest, so Sebastian moved on to the young cop’s shoulders, then his back, and even his incredibly thick neck. And all the while, Sebastian was powerfully aroused by the fact that he couldn’t seem to significantly harm or damage the mighty muscle hunk, not even when he landed a dozen blows into the almost comically powerful jawline of the extraordinarily handsome stud. 

The blond punk let his gaze travel lower, and a wicked smile played across his angelically handsome face as he picked a new target for his metal-encased fists. Jason had the most stunningly erotic Adonis belt that Sebastian had ever seen, a pair of deeply etched and exquisitely formed ‘cum gutters’ that perfectly framed the stud’s monstrously oversized genitals. Sebastian began punching these deep channels, inching closer and closer to the center of the young man’s burgeoning groin. The blond beauty then began hammering away at the base of the muscle cop’s bound and strangled penis, trying to render that steel-hard tube of flesh into pulp. 

The colossal cock throbbing so powerfully and mightily right in Sebastian’s face was simply too inviting of a target for the young punk, so he started hammering at that massive column of man flesh as well. Jabs, uppercuts, roundhouse blows, all landed with terrific force into Jason’s mammoth, 18+ inch mega dick, causing the huge organ to wildly bob and sway in random directions. But after each flesh-tenderizing blow, the young cop’s grotesquely tumescent horse cock would snap right back front and center, throbbing mightily as if to taunt Sebastian to even greater efforts of cock punishment. And the grinning young blond was more than ready to meet that challenge. 

The almost unthinkably brutal beating of Jason’s magnificent body seemed to go on forever, wild lust driving the three assailants to ever more violent and destructive actions. Jason bellowed and hollered in animal agony throughout the assault, but his incredibly tough body just seemed to absorb every blow without much evidence of injury. Sure, bruises and welts were erupting all over his massive body, and he was even bleeding in a few places where the brass knuckles had abraded or cut his smooth and unblemished skin, but he was otherwise largely unharmed. 

Except, that is, for his battered and mangled balls. 

While the other two men continued to rotate the focus of their blows to various parts of Jason’s hulking he-man body, Drake concentrated all of his deadly attentions solely on the young man’s steadily weakening and failing bollocks. The muscle giant knew that these twin orbs of man meat were the true and ultimate source of the handsome cop’s hyper developed manhood, so he focused all of his efforts on slowly obliterating the lad’s magnificent nuts. Drake hammered Jason’s soft and mushy left nut over and over again, punching it from every angle to make sure that he was breaking down every last source of strength and power in that titanic teste. The mammoth orb was absorbing a truly super human amount of abuse, and Drake was powerfully turned on as he felt the incredibly tough and fibrous outer wall of that huge nut slowly crack and crumble. 

Drake didn’t want the fun to end too soon, however, so when he felt that Jason’s sagging left nut was getting too close to the breaking point, he granted that huge whale nut a temporary reprieve and started wailing on Jason’s equally mammoth right nut. It took dozens and dozens and dozens more blows from Drake’s metal-encased fists, but eventually the cop’s hulking right nut was just as heavily wounded, battered, softened, and mushy as its huge brother. After that, Drake removed his brass knuckles and started squeezing and punching Jason’s dying nuts with his naked fists. He was driving Jason’s beleaguered, strangled, cum-distended bull nuts closer and closer to the breaking point, and when that moment finally came, Drake wanted to feel those colossal cajones go with his bare hands. 

Eric and Sebastian got creative with their tortures as well. In a particularly brutal moment, Eric retrieved Jason’s pepper spray from his utility belt, attached a long and slender nozzle to the front of the spray container, and then gently inserted that nozzle a good 8 or 9 inches down the thick cum tube protruding down the underside of the young man’s gargantuan phallus. The cruel college stud met the terrified muscle cop’s wide-eyed stare with an evil grin, and then he emptied the can’s entire contents down the length of Jason’s bloated hyper cock. 

Jason’s shrieks of unreal agony threatened to shatter the small panes of glass in the cabin’s windows, so great and thunderous were his roars of pain. It felt like someone had poured molten lava down the full length of his big cum tube, and the liquid fire seemed sure to consume his entire cock and reduce it to a shrunken, charred briquet. A thick whitish foam began to pour out of Jason’s gaping and distended cock slit, making Sebastian laugh and comment that it looked like the cop’s gigantic cock had rabies. Eric roughly massaged the underside of Jason’s iron hard cock, making sure that the pepper spray was absorbed into as much of the stud’s burning, screaming cock meat as possible. 

Not to be outdone, Sebastian then grabbed Jason’s discarded billy club, gripped the stud’s behemoth bull cock just behind the monstrously swollen head, and then began to force the business end of that thick black club into the young man’s bloated dick. The club was far thicker than even Jason’s massive cum tube, stretching his gaping piss slit almost to the breaking point, but Sebastian somehow managed to shove the first few inches down the great tube of flesh. After that, it took considerably less effort to force the rest of the club down the tremendous length of Jason’s mighty cock shaft, making the already massive cum tube swell and bloat to grotesque dimensions as it was forced to accommodate the much thicker billy club. 

Sebastian forced the club down Jason’s cock until the zip ties as the base of the huge trouser beast prevented any further progress. Only the ribbed handle and perhaps 2 or 3 inches of the thick, black club remained protruding from the tip of Jason’s monstrously bloated cock. The cruel blond boy then started to slowly pull the club in and out of the cop’s violated cum tube, raping the muscle man’s huge cock from the inside. Sebastian started with a slow and steady pace, but his jacking motions soon became much more violent and frenzied, until it looked like he was some sort of crazed milk man violently churning butter inside the young stud’s massive bull cock. 

The orgasms Jason experienced while the inside of his mighty crank was being pillaged and violated were among the most violent and powerful of the night, making his already screaming bollocks throb in even greater agony. 

When Sebastian was finished, he buried the billy club up Jason’s cum chute all the way to the hilt and then walked away. Jason’s humongous cock continued to throb and pulse with his latest orgasm, the billy club swaying from the tip of the huge column of meat. The sight reminded Eric of a sword swallower he’d once seen at a county faire, and the analogy made his spent cock start to twitch and grow anew. 

The mighty pulsations of Jason’s giga cock started slowly working the impaled billy club up the great length of his distended cum tube, slowly repelling the dark invader with the strength of his cock muscles alone. After a good 10 or 12 great pulses, the big club finally spurted free from the huge cock, clattering to the floor and liberally coated with the clear, mucousy fluids lining the inside of the young man’s gaping and brutally violated cum tube. 

Eric then upped the ante by picking up the discarded billy club, moving behind the heaving and sobbing bo hunk, and unceremoniously shoving the club deep into the stud’s much-plowed ass. Jason bellowed as the blunt tip of the big club hammered into his bruised and swollen prostate, nearly bursting the overfilled organ. He roared in even greater agony as the pepper spray fluids coating the thick club worked their way into his raw and ravaged insides, igniting an inferno of fiery agony that rivaled the searing pain recently visited upon his massive cock. 

Eric swirled the impaled club inside Jason’s bucking and writhing body, trying to rearrange his heavy organs, grinning at the cries and screams of pain such actions tore from the cop’s powerful lungs. The handsome college jock couldn’t believe that Jason hadn’t gone completely hoarse yet with the hours and hours of bellowing and hollering. When he tired of that game, Eric then used the club like a battering ram, slamming it home again and again into the deepest depths of Jason’s mangled guts, striking the stud’s bruised and swollen prostate dead center over and over and over again. The brutal abuse threatened to burst the bloated and much-abused organ, but also sent Jason into even greater heights of sexual pleasure, making his huge cock buck and gyrate in unfulfilled orgasm. 

But it was Sebastian who won the competition between the two young punks for most brutal torture. The blond stud pulled the cop’s six-shooter from its holster, discarded in the far corner of the room, and even Drake’s and Eric’s eyes grew wide at the sight. The an evil grin, Sebastian opened the bullet chamber and carefully emptied out five of the bullets, leaving just one bullet inside the gun, and then spun the chamber so that none of them would know where the single deadly bullet was located. 

Sebastian circled the bound and helpless muscle stud several times, taunting the huge muscle beast and letting the young man’s terror build. 

“I wonder just how lucky you are, stud!” Sebastian said as he finally stepped forward to stand right in front of the much bigger muscle man. “It’s already been a very unlucky night for you. Let’s see if your luck has run out!” 

The blond punk then scooped up Jason’s cold and bloated right nut and buried the muzzle of the gun nearly two inches deep into the orb’s soft and mushy flesh. Jason’s huge body was locked in terror, massive muscles flexing and quivering in anticipation of having his titanic testicle blown to smithereens. 


“Looks like your luck is holding out, stud!” Sebastian exclaimed, withdrawing the weapon from Jason’s mangled right nut and thrusting it into his left bollock. “But is lefty as lucky as righty?” 


“You got some lucky balls there big boy!” the blond taunted as he pulled the gun away and spun the chamber once more. He then moved behind the huge stud, kneeled in the pool of spunk on the floor, and shoved the gun several inches deep into Jason’s ravaged ass, aiming the muzzle at the bloated prostate gland buried deep inside the stud’s ravaged guts. “But let’s see how that big prostate gland of yours fares!” 


“Fuck, you’re one lucky bastard, you know that?!” laughed Sebastian as he withdrew the gun and spiraled its chamber once more. “But let’s go for broke. Let’s see if your mega schlong is as lucky as the rest of you!” 

Sebastian once again stood in front of the terrified police officer, and shoved the barrel of the gun as far as it would go down his distended cum tube. He waited several long moments, letting the excitement build, and then pulled the trigger. 


“Let’s try that again!” 


“And again!”


Jason was trembling with fear at this point, his massive, bruised, sweat-slick muscles quivering with the knowledge that half of the gun’s six chambers had already been used, and that the bullet was still hidden inside one of the three remaining slots. 


The great, muscular cop began bucking and thrashing in his unbreakable restraints even harder than ever, desperate to save his cock from impending annihilation. He knew that if that gun went off, even his massive bull cock wouldn’t be able to survive, and would likely simply explode in a huge chunky spray of man meat. 

The look on Sebastian’s face was one of pure malevolence, twisting his angelic features into something far, far darker. 

“Whaddya say, stud? Shall we go one more time? You’ve got a fifty-fifty chance of pulling through okay. I say we go for it! You ready? Here we go! Three…   two…    one…” 


“FUCK!!” Sebastian exclaimed in frustration and fury, violently yanking the gun out of Jason’s massive cock. He then lunged forward, wrapping his left arm around the stud’s immense rib cage and pressing his body tight against the captive cop’s much larger form. Before either of the other two men could react, Sebastian had the gun’s muzzle shoved hard against the underside of Jason’s chin, forcing the man’s handsome head backwards and making his massive, meaty neck bulge larger still. 

“You fucking sunovabitch!!” Sebastian shouted. “You think you’re BETTER than us, DON’T you!! With your fucking movie star good looks, your massive muscles, and your freakishly massive cock and balls!! Well let me tell you something! I could KILL you right now, and no one could stop me!!! I could blow your fucking BRAINS out!!! Destroy that perfect face of yours forever!!! Paint the fucking WALLS with your SKULL!!! What do you think about THAT, you muscle BITCH!?!?!” 

“Hey, easy does it man!” Eric said gently, trying to calm down his homicidal friend. “Let’s not finish him off too soon. We need to castrate this huge, dumb muscle fuck first, right? C’mon man, put down the gun…” 

Sebastian’s hand trembled in his grip, his finger quivering on the trigger as he stared into Jason’s beautiful blue eyes. The handsome muscle cop clenched his jaw and met the blond’s wild, insane stare with as much courage and bravado as he could muster. If he was going to die, he thought, he was going to be stoic and defiant to the end. 

After a few tense seconds that seemed to last an eternity, Sebastian suddenly stepped back and yanked the gun away from beneath Jason’s powerful jaw, maintaining his deadly staring contest with the brave and handsome hunk. Sebastian then suddenly pointed the weapon toward’s the cabin’s ceiling and pulled the trigger. 


The retort of the gun’s discharge echoed like a thunderclap in the tiny cabin, making the other three men wince in pain. Sebastian then threw the gun to the corner of the room and stomped away, obviously frustrated that the captive muscle stud had survived his game of ‘Russian roulette’ intact. 

A relieved Eric let out a slow, shuddering breath and said, “I’m thinking it’s time we finished this big stud off. I don’t think Sebastian will be able to hold back much longer, and besides, it’s nearly dawn. I say we nut this bull and turn him into a steer before putting a bullet in his head.” 

Jason knew that the final tortures were about to begin…