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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

More to come...

Greetings gentle readers!

My apologies for the delay in posting my next story. I'm continuing to have serious computer issues, which severely cuts down on the time I can spend actually writing. Nevertheless, I'm making progress on the next installment of the Brick Haus saga, and will hopefully have that next chapter ready to post next week.

In the meantime, if you have any additional ideas for abuses to be heaped upon Brick's massive and nearly indestructible balls, then please let me know in the comments section below! Those utterly mammoth bollocks still have a LOT of fight left in them, so if you have any super hero bondage and torture fantasies that you'd like me to "flesh out" for you, then please do let me know. :)


Friday, May 5, 2017

How to Break A Super Hero - Chapter 5E

Thanks to everyone who has submitted additional story ideas for how to abuse and torture Brick's big, beautiful, bountiful bull balls! I have three more chapters currently in the works based on your ideas, and am still open to getting more from you. :)

Also a quick heads up that my computer has to go to the Apple Store AGAIN this weekend for diagnostics. The damn thing keeps powering off suddenly and without warning, as much as 6 times a day. The Apple team has already looked at it twice since December and can't figure out the problem, so hopefully third try is a charm. Anyway, they'll have it for at least a week, so there's going to be a delay after today's post, but I'll get back on here as soon as I can.

In the meantime, please enjoy this next installment, which was inspired by no fewer than THREE reader comments, all of whom had a surprisingly similar story idea in mind. This chapter is a particularly brutal one, so buckle up and enjoy!


How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 5E - Varied Tortures

The Turner Triplets

It was several months into the semester, far longer than even Doc Evil would have thought possible, before Brick’s heroic manhood was finally pushed too far and a torture session ended in tragedy. This sad event occurred during the unforgettable torture session involving the Turner Triplets. 

The Turner Triplets were a set of identical triplet young men named Scott, Hank, and Dan Turner. The three men appeared wholly unremarkable at first glance, other than the fact that they looked like a trio of gorgeous fitness models. Doc Evil always thought it a cruel joke of nature when a set of identical twins were ugly or unattractive, but happily the absolute opposite was true for the Turner Triplets. The three young men were stunningly handsome, their gorgeous faces set off with soulful brown eyes and thick, jet black hair. Each stood exactly six feet tall, and possessed an exquisitely muscular build set in a magical medium between that of a swimmer and that of a gymnast. It was no wonder that the stunning trio of brothers enjoyed an extremely successful career as male models, with faces and figures that were perfect for both fashion and fitness photos. 

What the world at large didn’t realize, however, was that these three handsome brothers shared the same mutant gift — they could reduce their size at will! Each of the boys could shrink from their normal size down to microscopic levels, smaller than the human eye could see, all while maintaining their studly proportions. This ability allowed the mischievous triplets to play cruel pranks on unsuspecting teachers and classmates in school, pranks that over time had resulted in numerous injuries and several fatalities. The trio grew up to be the perfect spies and assassins, for there was no security system they could not breach, no place a target could hide, nowhere that the Turner Triplets could not infiltrate. 

Doc Evil had discovered the three handsome lads during one of their many hijinks during Fashion Week in Milan, and recruited them to his team of evil villains. He had created special suits for each of the three young men, biosuits that shrank along with their bodies and allowed them to survive in environments that were otherwise inimical to the human body. 

When the Turner Triplets got their turn with the bound muscle giant Brick Haus, it was a foregone conclusion that they would tag team together to torture and brutalize the handsome hunk. 

As some of the handsomest men in the world, Scott, Hank, and Dan Turner had rarely, if ever, felt the emotion called jealousy. Who could they possibly feel jealous of? They were stunningly handsome, gorgeously built, fabulously rich and successful, and able to bed any woman that they wanted! But from the moment the triplets laid their eyes on the titanic titan of muscles that was Brick Haus, they felt positively inadequate in comparison. It wasn’t just that the young man’s colossal musculature dwarfed theirs, though it was true that Brick’s 485 pounds of pure muscle very nearly equalled the combined weight of the three handsome models. It wasn’t just that Brick was hung bigger than any other man in history, making even the triplet’s 12-inch-long mega cocks look tiny in comparison. No, the greatest source of jealousy for the Turner boys was that Brick Haus was even more stunningly and fantastically handsome than they were! The brown-haired muscle beast had the most exquisitely chiseled features that the triplets had ever seen, so overwhelmingly masculine as to border on the ridiculous, yet somehow utterly perfect. It was the jealousy sparked by Brick Haus’ own intensely masculine beauty that fed the triplet’s desire to cause extreme pain and harm to the handsome young muscle bull…and to secretly plot the demise of the young man’s obscenely oversized genitalia.  

At their appointed hour, the stunningly handsome triplets sauntered down the auditorium stairs to stand before their hated foe, who was bound helpless before them like some impossibly meaty Thanksgiving feast. The three young men looked especially dashing in their form-fitting biosuits, which showed off their lean muscles to great effect. The arrogant lads high-fived one another and then took up their positions around the stud, Scott and Hank next to the emission collection devise, and Dan sitting on the edge of the table near Brick’s left hip. Then, at an unspoken signal, the trio began to shrink down in size, rapidly growing so tiny that they nearly disappeared from sight. 

Scott and Hank clambered up the collection container and entered a hatch on its side, working their way into the machine’s inner plumbing. They were lost to sight for several long moments, but then suddenly reappeared within the clear plastic suction tube itself, two half-inch-tall grinning figures that quickly jogged up the length of the tube, heading directly for Brick’s gaping wide cum hole. 

Meanwhile, a tiny Dan had scrambled beneath the gap between Brick’s bulbous left ass cheek and his enormously muscular thigh, heading toward the deep crevasse between Brick’s titanically beefy butt cheeks. Dan had shrunk down to such a small size that he was able to squeeze his way past the muscular pucker of Brick’s shit chute, and start working his way up the young man’s colon. 

At about the same time, Scott and Hank had reached the summit of the suction tube and the entry to the long, cavernous channel of Brick’s urethra. With another shared smile between the two brothers, they leapt off from the precipice and began sluicing their way down the entire length of Brick’s 22.5-inch monster cock like some sort of meaty water slide, using the stud’s endless and copious supply of slick precum to grease their way. 

Doc Evil, being the diabolical genius that he was, had planned ahead for this particular encounter and seeded the interior of Brick’s sexual plumbing with hundreds of microscopic nano cameras. He was therefore able to record and televise the triplet’s journey in real time to a rapt audience of super villains. 

Dan was seen reaching his intended destination first, which was Brick’s gargantuan and oversized prostate gland. This enormous gland was positively bloated with seminal fluids, and visibly pulsed with raw male power. A wickedly grinning Dan could be seen preparing some sort of high powered rifle, the kind of dart gun that was usually used on wildlife programs to tranquilize elephants or tag great white sharks, only even bigger. 

Doc Evil had supplied Dan with a special anti-orgasmic serum that was guaranteed to paralyze and disable the deep internal muscles and structures responsible for a man’s orgasm. Dan had secretly upped the dose that the mad scientist had supplied him by a factor of 100, wanting to make absolutely sure that the mighty Brick would be unable to shoot his load, no matter what tortures he would suffer next. Heck, for all Dan knew, such an extreme dose of the anti-orgasm serum might permanently end the super stud’s ability to cream, so that even though his titanic testes might still be attached and intact, he would effectively be rendered a eunuch! Dan didn’t care in the slightest, however, and in fact WANTED to put a permanent end to the muscle man’s ridiculously outsized virility, regardless of the Doc’s admonition to cause the hulking titan no lasting harm. 

Dan loaded a huge syringe of the pale golden serum into the rifle, and with an evil smile on his handsome face, plunged the rifle’s special bayonet to the hilt into Brick’s bloated prostate and depressed the trigger, injecting the entire quantity of the super condensed serum into the young bull’s defenseless prostate. 

Young Brick could feel the sharp sting of the needle as it plunged into his tender sex gland, causing him to cry out in surprise and pain. But it was the fiery burn of the special serum that really caused the young muscle giant to squirm and writhe. The deepest depths of his manly plumbing fell like they were on fire, with the burning warmth quickly spreading outward from his prostate gland to permeate the young man’s luscious loins. The burning fire soon faded, leaving behind an almost soothing warmth, and a heavy, leaden feeling. Brick was still able to pulse and flex his gargantuan horse cock, but his heavy loins were now paralyzed and unable to move the vast storehouse of seminal fluids constantly building up in his massive balls. 

When the remaining two triplets reached the base of Brick’s behemoth bull cock hidden deep within the young man’s crotch, they finally parted ways, with Scott following the huge stud’s thick seminal tube to the right, with Hank taking the path to the left. Both men had to shrink even further to make it through the smaller tubules, for even though the young man’s sperm ducts were several times larger than those on a normal man, it was still a tight fit for the diminutive brothers. By the time Dan was injecting Brick’s prostate with his special anti-orgasm serum, his two brothers had reached their destinations — deep inside the very heart of Brick’s gargantuan bollocks! 

The brothers had been toying for many weeks over what they would do once they had made their way into the impossibly beefy depths of Brick’s huge bull balls. Dan had eagerly voted for severing the vas deferens of both balls from the inside, performing an internal vasectomy that would render the huge hunk impotent and trapping all of his awesomely potent sperm inside of his aching balls. The isolated balls could then be stimulated from the inside, causing the huge orbs to manufacture more and more of the thick and chunky ‘nad juice, but destined to never release their pent up load. 

Hank had had an even more devious idea — instead of just severing the two sperm ducts, he wanted to splice them across to the opposite bollocks, reconfiguring the muscle man’s internal plumbing. That way, every time the huge muscle stud came, he would be shooting his monster load from one humongous nut to the other, each gigantic ball simply flooding the other with its thick and copious juices without a single drop escaping out the young man’s titanic tower of a cock. Over time, the quantity of unspent jizz in Brick’s balls would grow and grow with each epic orgasm, causing his mighty bollocks to swell larger still and creating the most intense feeling of blue balls imaginable. The compounding pressure would eventually reach critical levels, with Brick’s behemoth balls bloating and swelling until they could no longer take the strain, and exploding in a magnificent shower of broken ball meat and raw sperm! 

But in the end, the three brothers settled on Scott’s idea, judging it to be the most wicked, devious, and cruel of them all! 

Hank and Scott started using spiked gloves, cleated boots, vibrating blades, laser cutters, and powerful electric cattle prods to beat, slice, shock, shred, and mangle the dense and meaty interiors of Brick’s huge balls. The young super hero felt excruciating, mind-numbing pain as the very centers of his heroic manhood were being scrambled from within. Scott focused most of his attention on attacking the thick nerve bundles within Brick’s right ball, using his cattle prod to send bolts of electric agony through the unbelievably dense orb, as well as his heavily spiked gloves to tear and shred those tough nerve fibers to pieces. Hank, always the most violent of the trio, instead liked to focus on using his blades and laser cutter to slice and sever the sperm-producing tubules themselves, cutting through them by the hundreds and watching the raw sperm ooze from their severed ends. Soon, both young men were unleashing an orgy of destruction on the very tissues that made Brick a man, mashing, ripping, and tearing his delicate testicular tissues apart. Despite the young bull’s extraordinary powers of healing, even big Brick couldn’t keep up with the steady liquification and destruction of the thick and beefy guts of his enormous testicles. Slowly but surely, Brick’s mighty nards were being whisked into a pureed mess of mangled tubules and chunky spunk! 

At the same time, Dan was being anything but idle. With Brick’s cum-pumping muscles totally paralyzed — temporarily or permanently no longer seemed to matter, not with the imminent shredding and annihilation of the hated super hero’s gigantic balls — the dark-haired anal invader used his own set of cattle prods to shock and zap Brick’s swollen prostate, painfully stimulating the young muscle bull to a release that his body was no longer capable of shooting. All of this brutal attention to his sex gland sent Brick’s sperm production into overdrive. The various microscopic cameras inside Brick’s balls showed the dense spaghetti-like tubules starting to swell and bloat with more and more sperm, his huge nuts backing up and bulking up with a truly monstrous supply of unshot spunk. 

It wasn’t long at all before Brick’s balls began to visibly swell with their ever-growing load of heavy man milk, bloating bigger and bigger and bigger still with his supremely potent sperm. Even the continued methodical and systematic cutting and shredding of Brick’s incredibly tough and dense ball meat couldn’t seem to slow down the astronomical rate of sperm production, as even the mangled and severed tissues somehow continued to pump out more and more fresh sperm cells, heedless of the fact that the interior pressures within both of those straining orbs were starting to reach critical levels. 

Brick’s behemoth bollocks had soon doubled in size, looking like a pair of overinflated basketballs, straining against their overstretched scrotum and looking like they could explode at any moment. The grainy texture of their heroically straining ball walls could be clearly seen through the thin scrotal skin, and every bump and vein on their globular surfaces was standing out in sharp relief. The insane congestion of his mighty balls, combined with the continued slicing and shredding of their meaty interiors, was causing Brick the most searing agony imaginable. 

And that’s when Scott signaled his brothers to put his cruel and wicked plan into action. 

On the dozens of different TV screens scattered throughout the auditorium, the hundreds of villains watched in rapt fascination as both Scott and his brother Hank began to simultaneously grow in size. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, the two young men began to expand, their biosuited bodies soon pressing up against the already cum-swollen tissues of Brick’s beef-packed balls. Nothing could be seen at first from the outside, for Brick’s balls were already so gigantic that the two tiny but growing figures buried deep inside of them made no visible difference to their titanic size. The two brothers expanded to an inch in height, then 2 inches, and then 3 inches, all without a visible change to the exterior of those two mighty nuts. But soon Brick’s beautiful blue eyes flew open even wider, and his screams and bellows of agony took on an even greater urgency. And that’s when the villains crowded throughout the room could start seeing the changes for themselves. 

Brick’s balls visibly started swelling, growing even larger and fatter as the two brothers expanded bigger and taller. The interior cameras showed the young man’s already heavily damaged testicular tissues straining and bulging and eventually shredding as their beefy centers were forced to accommodate their ever growing invaders. The oblong spherical shapes of those twin testes soon began to distort as Scott and Hank surpassed 6 inches in height, their strong limbs pressing outward and causing the tough and fibrous outer walls of Brick’s balls to stretch and strain even more in a valiant attempt to maintain their structural integrity. 

Dan, meanwhile, was pouring a continuous barrage of high-voltage electricity directly into Brick’s bruised and bloated prostate, sending the young bull into spiraling heights of agonizing orgasmic ecstasy. The extraordinary pleasure of his unachievable orgasm mixed with the unreal and inhuman agony erupting inside of his splitting and shredding nuts was sending Brick to levels of sublime sensation unlike anything the huge muscle boy had experienced before. 

And still Scott and Hank kept on growing, soon reaching 7 inches tall, and then 8 inches tall, causing Brick’s insanely bloated balls to swell bigger still! It was starting to look like the young muscle giant was pregnant with twins, except that instead of his heroically muscular belly, it appeared like he was growing his two babies within the tortured womb of his own failing nuts! The two brothers grew to 9 inches tall!! Then 10 inches!! Brick’s balls were swelling well past all conceivable limits, even for his extraordinarily mighty man orbs! How much more of this horrible and inhumane abuse could they possibly take!?! 

The shapes of the two men growing inside of Brick’s balls were becoming readily visible from the outside — a foot here, an elbow there, a knee, a hand, a head. Even more disturbing was the fact that both figures could be seen moving within Brick’s behemoth balls, kicking and punching in an attempt to violently rearrange the almost impossibly beefy interiors of those two most massive spheres of man flesh. It looked like the stud’s ultra toughened ball walls were going to burst any moment, giving violent birth to his two full-grown sons! And STILL they grew larger still!! 11 inches!!! Scott and Hank were nearly the size and mass of full-term babies now, ripping apart the very meat of Brick’s gigantic bollocks in a furious effort to be ‘born’!!! 12 inches tall!!!!! Brick’s mighty bull balls were about to pop!!!!!

Dan was grinning wickedly as he continued to unleash his intense electric assault on Brick’s brutalized prostate. He had his own video feed of the events occurring inside the super hero’s nearly bursting balls, and he knew that any second now, Brick’s fabled bollocks would be but a memory. Even if his brothers stopped their growth right now, Dan had little doubt that Brick’s magnificent and utterly mammoth bull balls had already been torn and shredded and mortally wounded beyond all hope of repair, reduced to a mangled and tangled mass of ruined ball meat. But he knew that his two other brothers wouldn’t stop until Brick’s twin sperm tanks exploded in a mighty convulsion of unspeakable gore! Brick’s colossal cajones had already surpassed THREE TIMES their normal size, looking like a pair of hideously misshapen beach balls, and he knew that they simply couldn’t swell any further without bursting! The time had come to bid Brick Haus’ raw masculine power and virility adieu. 

Dan was so engrossed in the stud’s impending nut explosion that he didn’t immediately notice the changes that were taking place inside the depths of Brick’s tortured plumbing. The powerful muscles surrounding Brick’s swollen prostate began to quiver, shivering spasmodically as they miraculously began to shake off the effects of the paralyzing serum. When Dan did start noticing this change, he couldn’t at first believe his eyes, for it should have been impossible for the young muscle beast to start recovering from the serum so soon, if at all. The mega dose of anti-orgasmic serum that Dan had injected into Brick’s gigantic prostate should have been enough to paralyze his ejaculatory muscles and tissues for a week at least, maybe even permanently, but here the mighty bull was, less than half an hour later, already starting to shake off the chemically-induced paralysis! It was simply unbelievable!! 

A frantic Dan started shouting a panicked warning to his two brothers through their biosuits’ communication systems, yelling at them and telling them that they needed to get out of Brick’s swelling nuts immediately. At the same time, the desperate Dan took his rifle and injected a second, even larger dose of the anti-orgasm serum into Brick’s quivering prostate, hoping to stave off Brick’s impending orgasm. But the serum had no visible effect this time, as Brick’s mounting, Herculean orgasm would not be denied. 

Scott and Hank didn’t seem to comprehend Dan’s shouted warnings at first, so intent were they on gleefully wrecking Brick’s mighty nuts from the inside out. They couldn’t conceive that they could be in any danger — vast swaths of Brick’s ball meat had already been sliced and cut to pieces by the brothers’ wicked weapons, and more and more of the remaining tissues were shredding and tearing apart as the boys grew larger and larger, rending the stud’s dense nut meat from the inside. How could they possibly be in any danger? Brick’s hideously bloated nuts were on the very verge of exploding! But then they, too, started seeing the sperm-swollen tissues of the balls themselves start to clutch and convulse, and they knew that Dan was right — big Brick was about to nut! 

All three brothers realized that the quivering in Brick’s loins indicated that he was about to experience a volcanic and explosive release unlike anything that had been seen previously. Scott and Hank immediately tried to quicken their growth, hoping to reach full size and burst out of Brick’s battered, failing, and dying bull testicles before the young stud reached orgasm. But, sadly for them, it was already too late. 

Brick uttered his most powerful bellow yet, a thunderous roar of pure animal agony that reverberated throughout the huge auditorium and actually caused the glass windows at the back of the chamber to rattle in their steel frames. At that same moment, every last muscle in his epically powerful groin clenched down at full might as he hit his much-delayed orgasm. Scott’s and Hank’s screams of terror and agony were mercifully brief at their 12-inch-tall forms were almost instantly slain, Brick’s beefy, behemoth bull balls convulsing so ferociously hard that the two brothers were utterly crushed in moments. 

An instant later, the first monumental gush of spunk sprayed out of Brick’s pulsating horse cock into the waiting suction tube. It was the biggest, most insanely lush gout of smegma that the young man had ever shot, speaking to the impossibly vast reservoir of spunk that had built up in the young man’s screaming balls. However, the normally blindingly white splooge was streaked with a disturbing amount of red blood, and Doc Evil and the other villains thought at first that this blood was a sign of the terrific internal injuries that had been suffered by Brick’s beleaguered and probably ruined balls. But the following extraordinarily thick pulses of cum soon showed that assumption to be false, for visible inside the suction tube and collection tank were solid chunks that were quickly revealed to be the dismembered, shredded, and disintegrated remains of Scott and Hank Turner! The mighty contraction of Brick’s nuts had instantly crushed the two mutant men, and the ferocious power of the subsequent spunk deluge had ripped their bodies apart to be shot out in the young man’s insanely copious ejaculate, flushing their broken bodies right out of Brick’s heaving nuts! 

Dan’s screams of terror, loss, and bitter fury echoed from every TV speaker in the auditorium. The young man had just witnessed the hideous death of his two beloved identical triplets, and he desperately wanted vengeance against the mighty muscle man responsible for their deaths. He took his own laser cutter and began to try to slice into Brick’s shuddering prostate, hoping to destroy the young man’s sex gland and rob him of any future orgasms. The laser could barely scratch the surface of the bloated and puffy gland, however, the toughened outer wall of the big organ resisting even the searing and cutting heat of the laser drill. Dan’s vibrating blades and spiked gauntlets likewise found very little purchase against that toughened exterior. At the same time, the muscular walls of Brick’s rectum started to flex and convulse harder and harder still as they steadily overcame the remaining side effects of both anti-orgasm injections, and Dan suddenly realized that he needed to escape as well or face the very real possibility of being crushed to death inside the super hero’s hunky body! 

The last surviving Turner Triplet scrambled for the exit, fury turning to terror as he screamed for help. The muscular walls of Brick’s colon kept hammering at him, squeezing downward with such force that, if it were not for his biosuit, he would have been quickly crushed to death. The diminutive Dan reached Brick’s muscular sphincter and began trying to worm his way out, squeezing against the super tight ring of muscle in a desperate, last ditch effort to escape. 

Dan was very nearly free, the upper half of his 2-inch-tall body already protruding from Brick’s beefy butt hole, when the greatest convulsion yet rocked Brick’s entire body. Every last phenomenally bloated muscle on the young man’s gorgeous form flexed into stunning, shredded, diamond-like relief as the biggest wad yet exploded out of his thunderously pulsating penis. At that same moment, Brick’s monumental ass reflexively tensed with super human strength and power. Dan’s strangled cry was almost instantly choked off as his lean, muscular body was cut in two, crushed by the unbelievably tight ring of Brick’s muscular anus. 

The hundreds of villains in the room were shocked into a stunned silence after witnessing the violent and sudden deaths of three of their own. The only sounds in the room were Brick’s own labored grunts and groans, the whirring and chugging of the relentless suction machine, and the heavy SPLAT-SPLAT-SPLAT of the stud’s gargantuan cum load as it splashed into the waiting container. 

Even after blasting out the dismembered chunks of his two testicular invaders, it was several long minutes before the sperm-bloated bulk of Brick’s cum-laden bull nuts finally began to subside, beginning to ratchet down from their extraordinary beach ball size. And it was several  minutes more before they returned to a size approaching normal, such was the unreal volume of stud seed that had built up inside their beefy interiors. In the meantime, the 5-liter container continued filling closer and closer to the top, with no end of Brick’s monumental orgasm in sight. Every villain in the room, Doc Evil included, seemed paralyzed in place, and thus no one stepped forward to turn off the suction machine or change the canister, so mesmerized were they by the stunning sights before them.  

The 5-liter canister was soon filled to capacity, yet Brick’s humongous deluge of stud splooge continued unabated. The thick plastic hose leading from his monstrous 22.5-inch whale cock began to expand under the increasing pressure, filling with more and more of the young man’s precious man milk. The joints and seams on the suction machine itself began to crack, and thick jets of chunky sperm began to shoot out in all directions, striking surprised students as far back as the sixth row. The machine was being redlined by the sheer unprecedented SIZE of Brick’s utterly monstrous load! 

With a final shudder and loud cracking POP, the plastic tubing finally burst asunder, spilling a huge gushing gout of thick stud spunk all over the auditorium floor. And STILL Brick kept on cumming for more than a minute more, pumping out the dregs of his utterly colossal load through the shattered end of the broken tubing, spilling massive volumes of his sticky seed all over the auditorium floor. 

All told, Brick had just shot out over 6 LITERS of sperm, breaking his previous record by more than a full liter!! But the cost of this spectacular load had been much, much too high. 

Doc Evil immediately ordered all of the student villains out of the room. There was a great deal of hesitation at first, but he repeated his order with more vehemence, and that got the students moving. There was much grumbling and stares of pure hatred directed at the helplessly bound muscle beast, but in less than a minute, the last of the angry student villains had exited the room. 

Doc Evil had rightfully feared that the students would have turned into a vengeful mob if he’d let them stay. Never mind that the handsome young super hero had done nothing intentional to kill the Turner Triplets, or that it was the trio’s own hubris and lack of caution and respect for the mighty super hero’s power that had gotten them all killed. There was no doubt about it — the other students would now be out for blood. Doc Evil knew that he would have to closely monitor the torture sessions for the next days and weeks to prevent any of the other students from taking out their anger and loss by destroying the handsome hero’s prized manhood beyond repair. 

As it was, the doctor was gravely concerned for the immediate health and safety of the bull-hung hero. He quickly accessed his computer data, which had monitored the status and structural integrity of Brick’s nuts throughout their recent encounter with the triplets. The scientist’s heart nearly stopped for a moment when he saw that the structural integrity of Brick’s ball walls had nearly reached 0% by the time he’d finally reached orgasm. If the tortures had continued even a few moments longer, or Scott and Hank had let themselves grow any bigger, then Brick’s titanic testicles would have surely burst asunder like a pair of overripe fruit, destroying them utterly! It had been a very close call indeed, perhaps Brick’s closest brush yet with total emasculation!! 

Of more immediate concern was the status of Brick’s nearly shredded and horribly mangled balls. Doc Evil had been watching his readouts with growing concern throughout the torture session, for the triplets had attacked Brick’s manhood with a ferocity and violence unlike anything the young bull had faced before. Scott and Hank in particular had been laying terrible waste to the thick beef of Brick’s huge balls, slicing as much of that delicate meat to pieces as they could before starting the cruel but ingenious idea of expanding their size while still lodged within those gravely wounded and weakened nuts. The combination had very nearly ruptured Brick’s mighty balls, but Doc Evil still feared that the horrific trauma unleashed upon their dense interiors would be permanent. 

Not for the first time, Doc Evil was soon able to breathe a huge sigh of relief, for even in the few minutes since the students had left the room, Brick’s behemoth balls had already healed the worst of the damage done to them by the Turner Triplets. As the doctor watched in endless fascination, he could see the remaining damage repair itself before his very eyes, severed tubules reconnecting without the least evidence of scarring, ripped tissues stitching seamlessly back together, and cracks and near ruptures in the dense and fibrous outer walls mending even stronger than before. 

Brick had survived the greatest threat yet to his magnificent manhood. But with the deaths of three powerful villains now on his hands, could he hope to survive the increased fury of a student class that now sought vengeance? The torture sessions were about to get personal, and Brick was going to have to rely on every ounce of his fabled strength and resilience to continue to remain intact. 

Doc Evil instructed his minions to clean up the spermy mess and repair the broken extraction machine. He also instructed his assistants to strain the broken remains of Scott and Hank Turner from the collection tank, and place their bodies with the two halves of the brother Dan in cold storage. Doc Evil intended on extracting the triplet’s DNA for purposes of seeing if he could somehow genetically transfer their mutant gifts to another. He was disappointed that the Turner Triplets had died — not because he felt any great love for the three wicked and mischievous young men, but because they represented a loss of a valuable asset. But if he could salvage their mutant DNA from their broken corpses, well, that was just the Doc’s way of turning lemons into lemonade! 

Friday, April 28, 2017

How to Break a Super Hero - Chapter 5D

I will be posting Chapters 6-9 here shortly, but wanted to first ask you all if you've got additional ideas on villainous mutants and their special powers, and how those powers might be used to abuse and torture the young muscle hunk Brick Haus. I'm very eager to hear your input, and would be happy to write and post more subchapters under Chapter 5.

In the meantime, enjoy our next villain, Frost! :)


How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 5D - Varied Tortures


Another memorable torture was performed by Frost, a handsome young man with fair skin and thick short hair that was as white as snow. His mutant power was that his hands would suck the heat out of anything he touched, living or inanimate. He always wore special insulated gloves to keep from accidentally touching something or someone and draining the heat and warmth out of them. He had an unfortunate habit of quickly killing whatever he touched, such was the power of his deadly grasp, and any object that he fully drained became frozen solid and extremely brittle, shattering under the slightest tap. 

And when it was his turn to torture Brick, Frost used his frigid touch to great and terrible effect. 

Frost spent a good deal of his allotted 45 minutes taunting the bound and shackled muscle giant, slowly removing his gloves and then just using a fingertip at a time to touch the handsome lad’s body in various places — a nipple, an armpit, his bellybutton — causing a thin layer of frost to form over that area of skin as the young man’s body heat was sucked away. The affected area of skin would turn pale, edging toward a hint of the pale blue seen in the depth of glaciers. The burning pain of having small portions of his body nearly frozen was agony to the handsome muscle hunk, but even worse was the fiery pain that would erupt as Frost would allow that area of frostbite to slowly thaw as heat once more poured into that site. 

The evil villain then moved to the young man’s gigantic, pulsating cock, gently running his chilling fingers up and down its colossal 22.5-inch length, causing the young muscle stud to writhe and buck against his restraints, moaning and groaning into his ball gag and completely unable to escape. Frost let his touch linger longer and longer on Brick’s behemoth cock, until he finally wrapped his fingers of both hands around the center of the shaft, almost as if he was trying to throttle the great trouser beast, and poured his chilling energy into the mammoth penis. Brick screamed in agony as a deadly pallor spread from beneath Frost’s hands, traveling both up and down his shaft as the cruel mutant tried to freeze the herculean hunk’s massive dick into a solid block of frozen flesh. 

Minute after minute after long, agonizing minute ticked by, with Brick’s mighty tower of a cock turning more and more pale, the thick and incredibly tough tissues of his gargantuan phallus slowly freezing. The constant throbbing pulsations of his monster dick grew less and less powerful as his chilled tissues stiffened, and even the lush river of precum flowing from his cock froze solid, creating a thick lust honey icicle inside the plastic extraction tube. 

Finally, the entire colossal shaft of Brick’s magnificent bull cock had become so pale that it was nearly alabaster, and the thick, bloated veins snaking all up and down its length were a pale blue. Even his massive knob of a cock head had grown pale, changing from a deep pinkish-purple to a pale and dusky purplish-blue. The great muscles at the root of that huge cock continued to pulse and throb, but the flesh of the massive cock-cicle itself had stiffened completely. The pulsations at his crotch just caused the stiff-as-a-crowbar slab of frozen flesh to smack loudly against his fantastically muscular belly and powerful chest muscles. Only then did Frost relent and release his deadly grip on Brick’s mighty member. 

It took several long minutes for Brick’s dick to thaw completely, slowly regaining its healthy color as heat flooded back into its cold and stiffened flesh. The return of warmth caused tremendous agony to the young man, however, and his howls of pain were greater than ever before. 

But all of that was just foreplay to what Frost did next. 

Reaching beneath Brick’s titanically muscular legs, Frost gently cupped one of the young man’s massive orbs in each of his hands, and once again began to pour his deadly cold into the young stud’s warm and vital flesh. Just as his cock had done previously, Brick’s behemoth bollocks began to slowly pale in color as the life-giving heat was slowly sucked out of them. Hoar frost began to spread over both enormous spheres of ball meat as the deadly cold poured into the very heart of each orb. Brick’s twin furnaces of sperm production began to cool, and the huge load that was churning inside of them began to freeze as well. 

Frost spent nearly twice as long on Brick’s huge balls as he’d done on the young man’s mammoth member, gritting his teeth with the effort he was making to drain every last ounce of heat from those unbelievably massive gonads. It took much longer than Frost would have thought possible, no doubt due in large part to the incredible mass and sheer density of each colossal orb, as well as their brutal toughness and astounding will to survive. The vast reservoir of sperm packed inside those massive balls, though, wasn’t quite so insulated from the cold. Brick’s sperm felt like it was freezing almost solid inside of his massive whale nuts, only increasing the burning agony that he felt radiating from his iced genitals. 

Eventually, Frost was satisfied, and removed his hands from a pale blue pair of icy boulders, frozen nearly rock solid by his deadly mutant touch. The grinning mutant then grabbed an oversized sledgehammer that he’d brought just for this purpose and, taking aim on the massive double-barreled target of frozen man nuts, swung the mallet in a powerful arc right into Brick’s defenseless balls. 

Clearly, Frost intended to shatter the young super hero’s frozen balls, taking advantage of the fact that their frozen state would make them much more fragile and vulnerable to breakage. 

A loud crunching sound echoed across the room, like the sound of brittle snow crushed beneath a big boot, only much, much louder. Frost thought for sure that his blow had succeeded in shattering Brick’s frozen and weakened balls, but as the hammer bounced off of those two titanic testes, he could see that both massive nuts were still whole! So he swung the sledgehammer again, and again, and again and again and again, raining terrible abuse down on the now fragile and delicate bollocks, trying to cave them in and shatter their frozen interiors. Sickening crunching sounds emanated from both mammoth orbs with each devastating blow, but they simply refused to burst! The damage that was being done to Brick’s behemoth balls was no doubt severe and quite possibly terminal, and if the great howls and bellows being torn from the young man’s huge lungs were any indication, the trauma to his tenderized testicles was terrible in the extreme! Dents and divots began to form all over the vast terrain of Brick’s ice-cold nuts wherever the huge sledgehammer struck, visible proof that the mighty blows were indeed starting to crack and cave in the thick and powerful walls of those huge bollocks. It was clearly going to be just a matter of time before one of those hammer blows succeeded in breaking through those failing walls altogether. 

The beating and hammering of Brick’s huge balls continued long past any conceivable endurance, and yet his almighty man eggs still refused to break! The cracking and crunching sounds were getting louder and more disturbing sounding, taking on a more liquid and sloshing sound that could only mean that the beefy interiors of those two behemoth bollocks were being shredded and pulverized into uselessness. Even Brick’s mighty powers of healing and recovery might not be able to salvage his beautiful balls this time, even if the deadly rain of destruction stopped right now! 

Nearing the end of his allotted 45 minutes, Frost began bludgeoning Brick’s failing balls with wild abandon, going for broke in his attempt to permanently shatter the super hero’s magnificent bull balls. The hammer was indeed caving in Brick’s balls part way on each obliterating blow, yet they somehow managed to plump back to their spheroid shapes before the next hammer blow hit. It was taking them longer and longer to plump back up, however, and even though their pallid color was just starting to warm up after having been released from Frost’s deadly clutches, it looked like the young muscle hunk’s mighty balls had seen their last day. 

Suddenly, the young man threw back his handsome head and bellowed in agonizing release as he finally hit his long-delayed orgasm. His mighty cock pumped and pulsed and shook several times, and then the first massive salvo of stud sperm erupted from its bloated tip. 

Not even Frost could believe the state of the sperm that began to blow out of Brick’s behemoth bull cock. His normally white-hot spunk had been nearly frozen into a chunky slush, gushing forth in a slurry of barely-liquid spew. Brick’s blindingly white cum had also taken on a grayish cast from being nearly frozen, and as it was powerfully pulled from his loins by the insistent suction tube, the great globs of sperm fell loudly into the waiting plastic canister in huge, slushy, mushy heaps. 

Frost may have coaxed only one massive load out of Brick’s frozen and nearly busted balls, but it was certainly going to be a memorable one! It took the handsome hero nearly five full minutes to pump the chunky slurry out of his screaming bollocks, very nearly filling the five-liter container to the brim in the process. Frost continued hammering the young man’s spunking balls throughout his huge orgasm, pummeling the big bruised berries even after his massive load was complete and right up to the final second of his 45-minute time slot. By then, Brick’s enormous bollocks had nearly completely defrosted, growing firmer and tougher and more heroically resilient as life-giving heat returned to their frigid depths. Even the tail end of his tortured load had thawed back to its normal thick and gloopy texture and consistency, pouring out as a thick goo over the rest of his captured load, almost like marshmallow topping on top of a frozen sundae. 

While the other mutants cheered and congratulated Frost on a job very well done, Doc Evil poured over the data that was coming in on Brick Haus and his huge, icy load. Miraculously, Brick’s gigantic balls weren’t very damaged at all, Frost’s merely greater-than-human strength being insufficient to seriously wound them even in their nearly frozen and thus far more fragile state. The terrible crunching and crackling sounds had actually been from the huge sledgehammer breaking up the frozen mass of the handsome hero’s burgeoning stud load into ever smaller chunks and jagged shards, which in the end actually assisted Brick in blasting out his frozen load, as his loins would have otherwise been trying to futilely pump out two gigantic snowballs of frozen sperm. 

Equally as remarkable was the information on Brick’s cum. The mighty sperm cells clearly endured biting cold far better than searing heat, for more than 99% of the cells in this most recent load were still very much viable and alive! In fact, the only cells that had been destroyed appeared to be those that had been shattered or otherwise broken when Brick’s still-frozen load was being mercilessly hammered inside of the young man’s behemoth balls by Frost’s huge mallet. 

Doc Evil ordered this latest fluid-filled canister be placed in cryostorage with the others in his ever-growing cache of prime super hero stud spunk, and smiled to himself with the thought that this particular load already had a head start going into cold storage, as it was nearly frozen already. The evil genius also realized that, at the rate Brick Haus was going, he would need to dedicate more storage space to the handsome lad’s titanic testicular emissions. A LOT more space, in fact. Doc Evil was amassing the greatest sperm bank the world had ever known, a seed vault without equal, dedicated to just one man’s almighty sperm output. He began to make plans for a large expansion to his underground laboratory… 

Friday, April 21, 2017

How to Break a Super Hero - Chapter 5C

How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 5C - Varied Tortures

Furnace Mouth

Brick’s supremely mighty and powerful bollocks were pushed to the brink of destruction on a daily, and sometimes hourly, basis. And one of the most memorable of such occasions was when it became Furnace Mouth’s turn to torture the handsome young muscle hunk.

As with so many other super heroes and villains, Furnace Mouth had gained his name for obvious reasons. He resembled a normal human man in most respects, and indeed his body was completely unremarkable except for his unusually-shaped head. Furnace Mouth had a huge mouth and a ridiculously oversized jaw, which he could open to extraordinary dimensions. The inside of his mouth was as black as coal, looking like the soot-covered inside of an industrial oven…which was pretty much what it was. He could summon a terrific heat from the core of his chest, which would rise up into his mouth to create temperatures hot enough to melt adamantium.

Even Doc Evil questioned the wisdom of letting Furnace Mouth have a crack at Brick Haus’ monstrous man eggs, but in the end he acquiesced. After all, he had already gathered many orders of magnitude more sperm than he could ever use, and he was frankly quite curious to see if the hunky hero could survive such extreme torture.

Furnace was a particularly cruel mutant, even for one of the members of Doc Evil’s academy, and he liked to toy with his prey and extend their suffering to the fullest degree. So he started out his 45 minutes of torture by kneeling down between Brick’s colossally muscular legs, looking upward at the gigantic dangling sac of the stud’s behemoth nuts, and then opening his huge mouth wide. He began stoking the flames of his chest, causing a hellish red glow to come from his open mouth, and releasing tremendous heat upward into Brick’s defenseless balls.

The achingly handsome young man began to writhe most appealingly against his restraints, the great heat building and building in the underside of his unprotected nuts. The bottom of his balls was soon an angry lobster red from the extreme heat, and even his crotch, the root of his massive cock, and the inside of his columnar thighs were turning red. Brick’s entire heroically muscular body was soon covered in a thick sheen of fresh sweat, and the sweat of his huge, sagging nuts hissed loudly whenever it dripped into Furnace Mouth’s gaping maw.

It wasn’t too long before the extreme pain caused his overheated nuts to jettison a mammoth cum load into the waiting collection canister, his precious and powerful sperm desperate to escape the ever growing heat. Brick grunted and groaned as he shot out a truly massive load, even by his own stratospheric standards, bucking and pumping and shooting for nearly three full minutes.

But Furnace Mouth didn’t relent, and in fact as soon as Brick’s mammoth load shuddered to a conclusion, the evil villain brought his raging furnace of a mouth even closer to the young man’s momentarily spent nuts. He also ramped up the heat in his chest, turning the dull red glow of his expanded cheeks to a bright cherry red. Brick started to bellow in even greater agony as his massive nuts were enveloped in a most terrific heat, and the massive orbs began to jiggle and dance in their bright red sac as they tried to retract themselves away from the searing heat.

This horrific torture went on and on, minute after minute, with Brick’s monstrous orbs turning a darker and angrier shade of red. The handsome muscle hunk felt like his huge gonads were being cooked on the vine, and in truth, any other man’s balls would have long since expired and shriveled into a pair of charred husks. But Brick’s mighty balls were almost unimaginably stronger and tougher than those of a mortal man, and they endured the abuse even as they continued churning a fresh batch of super sperm.

Brick’s second orgasm hit him like a freight train, the searing agony making it feel like his balls were simply going to explode. His gigantic reservoir of spunk had been super heated by the furnace below, and as it pumped out of his bucking loins, it burned up the length of Brick’s quivering, pulsating cock as if he was spewing molten lava. His mammoth loaded sputtered out of his cock in great, clotted chunks, the sperm so super heated that it had all but congealed into one messy clump of cooked spunk. The muscles deep within the hero’s groin and massive cock had to work overtime to pump out the ridiculously thick, chunky goo, and it threatened to completely clog up his internal plumbing. But Brick’s almighty masculinity proved more than up to the challenge as he churned out blast after blast of his clotted custard.

Doc Evil was avidly watching the extraordinary scene, but he also kept one eye on the various dials and readouts indicating the mighty muscle man’s stress levels and pain index, as well as the quantity and quality of the sperm being extracted from his balls. He fully expected the examination of this batch of sperm to indicate that it was useless for anything except a high-protein additive to the most massive omelette ever made, so he was stunned to discover that the vast majority of the sperm cells being collected were still viable and alive! Just over 86% of Brick’s sperm cells were still fully functioning, proving that even the stunningly handsome and outrageously muscular stud’s SPERM cells were super human!!

With only about 5 minutes remaining on Furnace Mouth’s clock, Doc fully expected the villain to stand up and take his well-earned bows. He had extracted two magnificent loads from the young muscle bull, and taken him to whole new extremes of pain. Brick’s enormous bollocks had now turned from a bright fire engine red to a red so dark and angry as to almost be purple. Blisters were starting to form on the underside of the overheated testes, and the big, burly balls looked like they were in real danger of being cooked clear through.

Doc was therefore wholly unprepared for what happened next.

Opening up his massive maw as far as it would go, Furnace Mouth suddenly lunged upward and completely engulfed both of Brick’s boulder-sized bollocks into his scorching hot mouth, plunging the huge testicles past the gates of Hell.

Brick’s resulting roar of agony was so thunderous that it literally shook the glass in the auditorium windows, and dust actually fell from the ceiling. The young muscle titan was experiencing an agony he would have never thought possible, as Furnace Mouth began to immolate Brick’s behemoth bull balls.

Furnace Mouth immediately began rapidly increasing the already extreme levels of heat inside is beef-packed maw. The mutant’s cheeks were bulging ridiculously large on either side, filled to near overflowing by the super hero’s extraordinarily prodigious bollocks, and the dull red glow of those cheeks quickly flared to a cherry red as the terrific heat in his mouth climbed higher. And higher! And higher still!!

Like a mighty bellows, Furnace Mouth’s exhalations stoked the flames in his chest to ever greater levels, pumping more and more heat into Brick’s trapped and screaming man orbs. The glow of the mutant’s cheeks became brighter and brighter still, reflecting the increasing heat inside his mouth. The cherry red color starting turning paler and paler still, the red color fading as the temperatures increased to even more insane levels. Furnace Mouth’s cheeks were soon a glowing golden hue, which turned paler still until it was an almost blindingly white light.

Surely NOTHING could survive such extreme temperatures!

Brick’s thunderous bellows of pain had quickly turned into screams and shrieks of animal-like agony. He thrashed within his restraints like a mad man, his gargantuan muscles bulging and flexing to even greater dimensions, and he fought with all of his super human strength to escape the volcanic agony inside his dying nuts. His mammoth balls, the source of his super human strength and larger-than-life manhood, were being cooked to death while still attached to his massive body!!

Even Doc Evil feared the worst for the mighty young lad, and almost — ALMOST — made a move to step forward and call off Furnace Mouth’s attack. Maybe if he intervened immediately, he might yet salvage some fraction of Brick’s phenomenal virility. But then a cruel smile played across the doctor’s lips. No, if Brick’s almighty testicles could not survive this hellish heat, then perhaps it was time to bid the hero’s fabled manhood goodbye. It would certainly be a fitting fiery end for the most massive pair of stud nuts in the history of the human race!

Thirty seconds into this brutally extreme torture, super heated steam began to emanate from the tip of Brick’s madly quivering and shaking cock, pouring down the thick plastic tube and making the clear plastic walls of the waiting canister fog up. The temperatures inside of Brick’s massive nuts must be rapidly reaching critical levels, and any fluids inside those mighty orbs must already be well past the boiling point!

A few seconds later, and Brick’s terrible cries of agony reached even more frantic and desperate levels as super heated sperm began to powerfully eject from his thumping and bobbing penis. If the handsome hunk had thought that his previous orgasm of clotted and congealed spunk had been painful, then he was completely unprepared for this whole new level of agony. His powerful and copious sperm was now so extraordinarily hot that it was like a molten lava, almost as much gas as liquid, and as it pumped and jetted forth from Brick’s colossal schlong, it threatened to cook his massive cock from the inside out!

The super heated fluid sizzled and bubbled as it splashed into the waiting container, roiling and churning inside the huge canister. Brick kept right on roaring and screeching and thrashing as his most agonizing load ever blasted through his screaming loins, and the super hero knew that the end of his heroic manhood was upon him. With his big, beautiful, bountiful baby makers trapped in Furnace Mouth’s deadly embrace, the handsome hunk knew that his days as a supreme alpha male were coming to a tragic close.

Each second ticked by like an eternity, and everyone knew that the five minutes that had been remaining on Furnace Mouth’s torture clock were going to be beyond overkill. But still every mutant in the standing-room-only auditorium kept their eyes avidly glued to the brutal and disturbing scene, knowing that they were witnessing the symbolic death of one of the mightiest super heroes that had ever lived.

After about three and a half minutes, the pulsating eruptions of lava cum from Brick’s shuddering monster cock began to decrease in force and volume as his massive ballast tanks were purged of their boiling load. And at four minutes, the last searing trickle of super heated fluid drooled out of Brick’s terminally hard bull cock, heralding the end of the young man’s once-mighty virility. Every last drop of fluid had been seared out of Brick’s massive balls, and surely only hardened, blackened lumps of carbonized flesh must now remain.

And STILL Furnace Mouth’s ball-bloated maw poured fire and death into Brick’s once-beautiful balls! It was a sight that would have turned the stomach of any but the most black-hearted of villains. Of course, the auditorium was full of nothing BUT black-hearted villains, so absolutely no mercy was to be found here for the sobbing and thrashing muscle man.

The final seconds of the torture clock ticked down, with every person in the room gleefully shouting down the final seconds. When the count reached zero, Furnace Mouth finally opened his huge maw to let the remains of Brick’s nuts pop free, and then stood back with a flourish so that everyone could admire his handiwork.

The sight that greeted the mutants in the room was horrific in the extreme. The exterior of Brick’s colossal balls were a charred and blackened ruin, cracked here and there to show dark red meat beneath. Even worse, however, was the hellish glow coming from INSIDE the stud’s massive nuts! It looked like a pair of enormous, red-hot coals had been inserted into the young man’s scorched and carbonized scrotum, glowing with a fiery radiance that lit the entire room. Their colossal mass had also been noticeably reduced — by approximately 15%, according to Doc Evil’s computer readouts — due to a dehydration so severe that it bordered on desiccation.

A mighty cheer went up from the assembled mutants, celebrating the ignominious end to the mighty hero’s mighty manhood. But while the students focused on their celebrations, Doc Evil was busy staring at the readouts on his various displays, searching for any spark or hint of life inside either of Brick’s parboiled bollocks. At first, he believed the worst, that Brick’s big balls had indeed been cooked clear through. But as the data started streaming in, he had to check and then recheck the results, as he couldn’t believe their veracity.

Brick’s balls were still ALIVE!!!

Though super heated beyond all possible endurance, Brick’s testicular tissues had somehow SURVIVED!! They were even now beginning to cool, losing their rosy red glow as their internal temperatures began to ramp down to normal. They also began to plump back up to full size as fluids flooded back into the severely parched tissues, and as the massive orbs swelled, the blacked and charred tissues began to crack and flake away, revealing healthy pink skin beneath. It took the entire 15 minutes of break time allowed between each torture session for Brick’s balls to fully recover, but by the end of that time, not a single trace of their near-fatal brush with immolation remained!

Surprisingly, Brick’s miraculous survival and recovery resulted in even louder roars and cheers from the audience. This celebration had nothing to do with any gladness that Brick’s mighty man parts were still intact; rather, the evil villains were thrilled that the tortures would still be able to continue for their entertainment. They all knew that, once Brick was finally castrated and rendered a eunuch, the great fun of torturing the muscular man beast would be over. Besides, most of the villains hadn’t yet got their turn to torture and abuse the hero’s mighty sperm tanks, and they would have been irked and disappointed if Furnace Mouth had stolen their chance.

While the villains continued their celebrations, Doc Evil checked the readouts on the steadily cooling and congealing sperm that had been collected from Brick’s latest tortured orgasm. He fully expected all of the sperm from that sample to be ruined and dead after having been heated to such extraordinary temperatures. He was therefore shocked to discover that a tiny fraction of the sperm cells — some 1.8% to be exact — were still alive and viable! In a pool of incredibly tough and resilient cells, these were clearly the very toughest and strongest of them all. Doc had the computer extract all of the living cells from the bubbling cauldron of sperm soup, setting aside these sperm cells for special experimentation at a later date.

The rest of the steaming morass of dead and cooked cum was allowed to congeal into one hardened mass of power packed protein. This huge lump of gelatin-like splooge was then sliced up and served later that day in the academy’s commissary as a delicious and savory treat…

Friday, April 14, 2017

How to Break a Super Hero - Chapter 5B

How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 5B - Varied Tortures


Another example of the mutants’ brutality was evidenced when Quill got her crack at the handsome muscle hunk. Quill looked like a cross between a human and a porcupine, for her flesh was covered with long and extremely sharp quills. Some of her barbs, particularly the retractable quills on her forearms, were extremely long, a few exceeding a full foot in length and as thick as knitting needles. These barbs provided Quill with an obvious method of defense, but the evil mutant had learned how to make them a weapon as well, for she could launch the barbs on her forearms and the back of her hands at will and with tremendous accuracy.

What Quill did to Brick’s bound and defenseless genitals with her barbs made even some of the other villains wince in sympathetic pain. She harpooned Brick’s mammoth bull nuts with her quills, using the longest ones to puncture the young hero’s screaming nuts from the side so that the huge needles plunged clear through BOTH of his wounded bollocks! With six of her longest needles lined up in parallel and speared through the astoundingly thick flesh of Brick’s massive balls, his mighty nuts looked like a pair of oversized meatballs on a kebob. The sight was deeply disturbing and profoundly erotic.

But Quill wasn’t nearly done yet!

She then took heavy chains and attached them to the protruding ends of her spikes on either side of Brick’s nuts, and then hung several hundred pounds of lead weights on either side. It was orders of magnitude more weight than necessary to tear any other man’s straining sex organs right off of his body, but for Brick’s mighty ball cords, it only succeeded in creating a moderate stretch to his huge balls, only about 4 inches. But that was all that Quill needed.

The evil villain then stepped back a dozen paces, faced her handsome and hated enemy, and then started using his trapped and isolated nuts for target practice. One at a time, she launched her fearsome quills at the huge, meaty targets, unerringly striking them every time and plunging yet another huge barb to the hilt into his screaming nuts. She didn’t ignore his mammoth horse cock either, and harpooned that mighty member with dozens and dozens of its own barbs as well. She was always careful to not spear the man’s extraordinarily thick cum tube or the clear plastic tubing running up its enormous length, but the rest of that colossal shaft and enormously swollen head were fair game.

Any other man, mortal or mutant, could never have endured such vile and violent abuse. Even just two or three barbs would have mortally wounded even the biggest and toughest of nuts, and mangled the strongest and proudest cock into uselessness. In fact, even Brick’s super human resilience and the outrageous toughness of his balls was put to the extreme test, and his mighty powers of healing were barely enough to keep his genitals from being slain outright under the unimaginably brutal attack.

But not only did Brick’s almighty cock and balls continue to survive, the extraordinary agony sent him into paroxysms of orgasm. His big, bulging balls looked like cruelly overused pincushions, their tremendous beefy acreage so vast that each nut was able to accommodate more than 100 deadly barbs, with room for even more! And with each mighty pulse and contraction of his nuts during orgasm, his powerfully clutching balls caused each and every quill to quiver and move and dig even deeper into his wounded flesh, increasing his agony — and the force of his orgasms — ten fold!

Of course, harpooning Brick’s mammoth cock and behemoth balls was just part of the torture. Quill had to also perform the painstaking — and pain causing — task of removing each and every one of those quills as well. It turned out that each quill was coated with tiny, sharp barbs that prevented easy extraction. Quill took extreme pleasure in yanking out each quill one at a time with as much violence and force as she could muster, causing the handsome muscle man even more agony than when those huge needles had first plunged into his flesh. Each violent extraction caused the initial wound to tear open even bigger, ripping a fresh bellow of pain from the young hero. His gargantuan balls were soon riddled with dozens and dozens of gaping wounds, each of which trickled a mixture of blood and raw sperm.

By the time Quill was done, Brick’s genitals looked like a bloody and ruined mess. But even as the rapt audience roared their approval for Quill’s expert work, they could see those big puncture holes start to close, and the flow of blood and sperm quickly staunch. Amazingly, by the time Brick’s 15-minute rest period was complete, not a single scar or blemish marred either his beastial cock or monstrous balls! The handsome stud’s extraordinary powers of healing had reversed even this brutal damage!

While such extraordinary healing abilities guaranteed that Brick could survive even such brutal tortures as this intact, it also encouraged the waiting student villains to increase the violence and brutality of their tortures to even greater heights. Tortures that not even the mightiest of mutants should be able to endure, but which the mighty Brick Haus continued to survive…at least for now…

Monday, April 10, 2017

How to Break a Super Hero - Chapter 5A

How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 5A - Varied Tortures

It would take multiple volumes to recount all of the varied, imaginative, and hideous brutal abuses that Brick was forced to endure during his extended captivity, for every depraved and wicked mutant at the academy was given his or her chance to beat and abuse the young man’s melon-sized bollocks every way that they saw fit. No two tortures were quite the same, and it was amazing how creative the students became in the way that they punched, pummeled, kicked, kneed, elbowed, squeezed, crushed, flattened, pulled, yanked, tugged, and all but burst and ripped apart the young stud’s titanic testes. Only a few examples are recounted here to provide some idea of the variety of tortures unleashed on the hunk’s humongous jewels.

Knuckles and Pile Driver

Knuckles and Pile Driver signed up together on the very first day, and got Doc Evil’s permission to work together, pooling their 90 combined minutes of torture time into a tag-team event. Knuckles selected Brick’s behemoth right ball, while Pile Driver was given free and unfettered access to the equally mammoth left ball, and the two mutants had a competition to see which one of them could cause the handsome stud the most pain and crush the most juice from his huge berries.

Given their mutant talents, it was no surprise that both men selected blunt force trauma as their favored approach, and they each beat, hammered, and clobbered their respective bollock until it was nearly reduced to a soupy mass of broken nut guts. Both wicked mutants gave it their all and went for broke, churning out extremely impressive volumes of sperm from the young muscle giant, but in the end it was Pile Driver who won their personal bet.

For his finale, he hit upon the idea of sandwiching Brick’s already heavily battered left nut between both of his piston-like fists, and then switching his pile driving powers to their maximum setting. The two massive metal fists collided with each other so fast and so furiously hard that they were but a blur, and the goliath nard caught between them was forced to absorb every ounce of each devastating blow. The pancaked teste was squashed horribly flat, with perhaps only an inch and a half of brutally compressed nut meat keeping the two piston faces from touching. The poor gonad wasn’t given a chance to plump back up to its normal size, for the blows were just raining down too fast.

It looked certain that Brick’s behemoth ball would either shake apart from the violent vibration of the blows, or simply burst under the unrelenting and merciless assault. But in the end, Brick jettisoned his single largest load of the day, pumping out a phenomenal 4.75 liters of thick and clotted goo, and securing bragging rights for Pile Driver for the rest of the week.

Friday, April 7, 2017

How to Break a Super Hero - Chapter 4

How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 4 - The Tortures Begin

So began the brutal and protracted raping of Brick Haus’ mighty loins. True to Doc Evil’s word, the handsome young super hero was milked of his supremely potent seed both day and night, his gargantuan 22.5-inch mega cock kept in a state of perpetual arousal and crowbar-like hardness and the Extraction Machine working its diabolical magic 24 hours a day.

The mighty and valiant young hero was subjected to unspeakably brutal tortures all day long, with 16 new academy students signed up each day to wreak unforgettable punishment upon Brick’s burly balls. The methods used to painfully extract the young man’s seed from his massive baby makers were as varied as they were brutal and cruel, and it was inevitable that at least half a dozen times a day, Brick’s incredibly tough and sturdy balls were taken right up to the very brink of destruction. But through a combination of the amazing skill of his torturers and the young man’s own seemingly limitless levels of stamina and endurance, the gorgeous young muscle bull managed to survive each day intact, if only just barely.

At night, the 485-pound muscle god was given a reprieve from the students’ brutal tortures, allowing him some level of rest and recuperation from the day’s agonizing abuses. But that didn’t mean that his limits weren’t still being pushed and tested. The Extraction Machine was set at a consistently low setting during the day, but at night, the dial was cranked to greater levels, dramatically increasing the power of the vacuum-like suction that was being exerted onto Brick’s belabored bollocks. Every night, the machine’s dial was increased just a little bit higher than the previous evening, slowly ramping up the levels of ball-tearing agony being placed on the young stud’s powerful balls. Nearly any other man’s - or mutant’s - bollocks would have quickly imploded under the extreme suctioning stress that Brick’s balls were subjected to each night, but those twin tanks of manhood proved time and again that they were as spectacularly tough as they were freakishly large.

At the end of each class day, a gloating Doc Evil tallied the volumes of prime stud spunk pulled from Brick’s colossal testicles by each student and was utterly amazed at the mind blowing quantities of rich, thick sperm that were being amassed in the steadily growing collection of plastic canisters. The handsome young muscle stud was a veritable GOD of sex, regularly producing an average of 200 liters of sperm per day, which was the equivalent of more than 50 GALLONS of thick nut sludge every single day!! The extraordinarily virile young stallion could fill a bathtub to overflowing with just two days of his supremely copious emissions, a feat that would take a normal man virtually his entire lifetime to achieve!

In truth, Doc had collected more than enough of Brick’s magnificent sperm from the very first canister that Claw had filled to satisfy all of his vile needs. Why, there was enough sperm cells in that one container alone to impregnate every human female on the planet a dozen times, conduct thousands of genetic experiments, and STILL have enough left over to fill a dozen wine glasses to the brim and toast the downfall of the heroically handsome and fantastically muscular young hero! So there really was no need to continue collecting the young man’s obscenely copious cum loads. But when the Doc saw just how phenomenally prodigious Brick’s sperm production truly was, and how excited his students and minions were to torture the hated and envied super hero, he decided to keep the extraction going for as long as the young muscle man could last. Besides, each torture was yet another test of the young man’s almighty manhood, and provided Doc with a wealth of data about Brick’s extraordinary abilities.

Also, Doc Evil figured the stud’s poor overworked balls would likely burn themselves out through overuse sooner or later, or that one of his student villains would get too carried away one day and mangle the young man’s magnificent balls into permanent uselessness. So he might was well just keep things going until the young uber hunk naturally met the end of his super human limits.

But Brick just kept beating the odds day after day, enduring unimaginable tortures and pumping out endless supplies of his gloopy man cream. Doc Evil began to wonder, with more than a little bit of awe, if the heroically powerful young hunk might actually survive the entire semester!