Saturday, May 18, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 4

Castration Warehouse - Part Four

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


Jack whimpered and trembled as the dire reality of his situation sank in. One of the other men worked to pull the invading copper dildo out of the young man’s recently plundered ass, while two others worked in tandem to free the metal circle from around the lad’s purple-hued cock head, which had retracted into its thick hood of foreskin as his mighty phallus had finally gone mostly soft. Meanwhile, Mitch walked over to the peg board, and came back with two large, identical devices. Both included a pair of thick, parallel plates of clear Plexiglas, each one about eight inches square in size and connected by a metal handle and screw. Even Jack, who was naive to torture devices and CBT, immediately knew what these two devices were for, and he once again began to babble and beg for mercy. 

Mitch ignored the young man’s tearful and terrified pleas, and instead explained the purpose of the two objects in his hands. “These clever devices are ball compression vises. A man’s balls are placed between these two clear plates, and then the handle is slowly turned, sandwiching the testicles and slowly crushing them flatter and flatter. The compression can cause a tremendous amount of pain, but there’s little risk of actual permanent damage to a man’s testicles as long as one is careful, as the resilient little organs are actually quite tough and malleable, and can be crushed almost completely flat before they’re in serious danger of rupturing. That’s why I like to start with the vises — we don’t want to start seriously damaging your big boy balls too early in the evening, now, would we?” 

The big blond looked down at the two vises in his hands and back at Jack’s humongous, dangling balls and said, “Normally, just one of these vises would be more than sufficient to accommodate both of a man’s nuts. But of course, with balls as freakishly enormous as yours, there’s no way we can fit them both into just one vise, even the extra large vises I’ve got here. So instead, we’ll have to force each of your balls into a separate vise, and crush ‘em down one at a time.” 

With that, Mitch knelt down in front of the bound football jock and, with the help of several of the other men, started stuffing Jack’s two massive nuts into the vises. But even when the devices were opened to their maximum setting, the young man’s behemoth bollocks were simply too large to easily fit between the two open plates. Mitch and the other men therefore had to get rather forceful, roughly prodding at Jack’s big balls with their thick fingers, and causing the two firm but malleable orbs to warp and bend as they were stuffed into the too narrow space. But with a sufficient amount of elbow grease — accompanied by a lot of grunting and groaning from the young stud himself — Jack’s twin bollocks were soon encased between the Plexiglas plates, already partway flattened and looking even more enormous than ever. 

Over the course of the next hour, the five men continued roughly stroking and exploring Jack’s utterly magnificent body, while also taking turns cranking down the handles on the two vises and gradually compressing the screaming lad’s mammoth testicles harder and harder between the twin sets of clear plates. They were clearly getting off on their work, all five of their cocks were rock hard and dripping throughout the long ordeal, while poor Jack had never been in such agony in his entire life. Mitch had been correct; forcing Jack to shoot his loads until his balls were finally empty had indeed made them even more exquisitely sensitive, and the intense crushing pressure in his slowly flattening balls was beyond intense. The young man writhed and bucked most erotically in his restraints, his glorious muscles flexing and bunching in a delicious symphony of pain, and his expressions of agony and despair made his perfect face even more ridiculously handsome. 

Before long, Jack’s huge bull nuts had been squashed so flat that their beefy meat was starting to protrude out all four sides of each vise, big dark red bubbles of testicular tissue bulging most obscenely as the heart of each ball was crushed flatter and flatter. The men eagerly poked and prodded at these bulging masses of bollock meat, enjoying the cries of agony that such relatively gentle touch elicited from the horribly distorted orbs. And when Mitch engulfed two of those ball segments, one in each huge hand, and squeezed down hard, the shriek of animal agony torn from poor Jack’s lungs was like music to their ears. 

While Jack was screaming and crying and begging, one of the men began coating his own angrily engorged cock with lube, looking hungrily at the gorgeous, smooth, virgin mounds of Jack’s gloriously muscular ass. The man took up position behind the writhing stud and pressed his huge, naked body against Jack’s sweat-slickened back, wedging his big lubed cock vertically in the deep crack of the young man’s flexing and quivering ass. The young man began to beg and plead with renewed vigor as he felt the man’s very large cock fucking the length of his muscular crack, but he knew with a sick certainty that there was nothing that he could say or do — he knew his virgin ass was about to get defiled. 

At first, though, the man just stood there and let Jack’s body do all of the work. With each turn of the crank on either of the ball vises, Jack’s body would involuntarily writhe and buck and twist and turn against the unreal agony, causing his sweat- and lube-slickened ass to ride up and down the other man’s rock hard rod, giving the man’s cock a nice workout. 

Noticing the lad’s urgent pleas for mercy, Mitch tauntingly responded, “What’s the matter, Jack? Do you mean to tell me that no one has ever fucked that magnificent muscle butt of yours before?! Now that’s a downright shame! But don’t worry, my buddy here is gonna bust your cherry real good!” 

The man riding Jack’s ass crack was now so turned on that he was engorged to the point of pain, and wrapping both of his arms across the lad’s thickly muscled chest, he pulled back and then rammed his cock to the hilt inside of Jack’s tight ass in one mighty thrust. The young football jock howled in fresh agony and humiliation as he felt his anal virginity get violently destroyed. But in truth, the pain in his squashed balls far exceeded the burning ache in his violated butt, and the beautiful boy could only sob and writhe in response. 

As the big, brawny muscle man fucked him, though, an amazing thing happened. The hammering of the man’s blunt cock head against Jack’s prostate sent the lad’s battered libido into overdrive, and to the amazement of both the young man and his five brutal torturers, Jack’s limp and floppy cock began to once again engorge and swell with blood. In defiance of the soul-rending pain coming from his pancaking balls, Jack’s cock was soon back to record-shattering size and hardness, waving ponderously before him almost like a fifth limb. 

The other men laughed and cheered at this unexpected turn of events, playfully smacking and slapping Jack’s granite hard cock around even as they continued to squash his balls and their friend vigorously and thoroughly fucked his unbelievably beautiful ass. 

Jack’s ass was extremely muscular and tight, and the fucking brute hadn’t cum in over a week, so the rutting muscle bull quickly realized that he wasn’t going to last very long under such intense and sustained pleasure. At the same time, Jack’s youthful virility was also taking an unprecedented beating, sending the young man hurtling toward the cliff of yet another orgasm. 

The devastatingly handsome stud could finally take no more, and he threw back his head and let out a howl of ecstatic agony as his huge, 14.5-inch mega cock began to ejaculate for the seventh time that night. And to his captors’ immense surprise, instead of the weak trickle of watered down spunk that they expected after having so recently draining the lad’s bollocks bone dry, they were met with a violent and forceful purging of baby batter nearly on par with his first two orgasms of the night! Extremely thick bolts of nut sludge rocketed out of Jack’s cock with tremendous power, once again painting thick lines of goo almost halfway to the metal door. 

It seemed utterly impossible, but Jack’s phenomenally virile balls really had recharged in the short time since their recent draining, and were proving their worth once again by pumping out a true stallion load of fresh stud seed! 

The rhythmic and powerful clenching of the lad’s muscular bowels was more than the fucking thug could take, and he followed right on Jack’s heels, clutching the younger man’s gorgeous body tight in a bone-cracking bear hug as he buried his cock to the hilt, let out a mighty growl, and pumped his own spunk deep inside the young lad’s chiseled guts. It was one of the most massive and intense orgasms of the big man’s life, yet even once his ejaculation was complete and he was huffing to regain his breath, Jack continued to buck and spew out the remainder of his astoundingly massive load. 

The other four men all whooped and hollered after an exhausted and slumped Jack dribbled out the remains of his seventh load of the night, high fiving each other. The fifth man, who had just finished blowing his own load into Jack’s tight, muscular ass, actually pressed his face against Jack’s sweat-slick, muscular back and hugged him tight, planting a kiss on his skin before finally releasing him and pulling out his still more than half hard cock. 

By now, barely an inch separated the plates on each of the two vises, compressing the trapped balls down to a fraction of their normal, coconut-sized girth, and squishing a significant amount of ball meat out each of the four sides of the vises. But Mitch deemed that Jack’s big, beefy balls could take even more pressure, and he personally took over the crank handles of both devices, slowly turning both handles simultaneously as he looked up with lustful hunger at the young man’s crying, writhing body. Mitch’s own enormous, 13-inch bull cock was powerfully throbbing and leaking long streamers of clear precum, showing that the man was obviously mightily turned on by the power that he had over the captive muscle jock and his impossibly huge manhood. 

The two sets of plates drew steadily closer and closer together, shrinking the space between them and brutally crushing Jack’s balls. By this point, it looked like more nut meat had been squeezed out the edges of the plates than still remained trapped between them, grossly distorting both oblong orbs into shapes that nature had never intended. And STILL Mitch continued crushing them, seemingly heedless of the fact that he was driving Jack’s balls closer and closer to catastrophic destruction. 

Less than half an inch now separated the plates. The flesh caught between the two plates was blanched until it was nearly white, all of the blood literally crushed out of them, while the huge bulging bubbles of nut meat extruding out the sides of the devices were now such a dark red that they were verging on purple. And STILL Mitch kept right on crushing them! 

Finally, with a bare quarter inch separating both sets of plates, the big blond brute finally stopped turning the screws. Jack was now howling and screaming continuously, his incredibly tough and resilient bollocks feeling like they were just a hairsbreadth away from cracking and fracturing under the extreme pressure. The plates had completely squeezed all of the blood out of the heart of Jack’s gigantic balls, while the bulging bubbles of protruding nut meat were turning a dark and vibrant purple with old, trapped blood. 

Mitch released both vises, letting the heavy devices hang from Jack’s balls and pulling the pancaked organs down an extra inch or so. He then joined the other men in stroking and fondling the young man’s utterly glorious and magnificent body, even as the vises continued to slowly choke the lad’s squashed balls to death. Mitch and the others would occasionally flick at Jack’s distorted bollocks with their thick fingers, eliciting barks and yelps of even greater pain from the profoundly suffering stud and enjoying the way that the added pain made the young man’s spectacularly chiseled abdomen flex and bunch into even greater relief. It was the most beautiful midsection that any of the men had ever seen, so chiseled and defined and shredded that they almost didn’t look real, and they all took turns feeling up on that spectacular 8-pack washboard as it quivered and flexed in response to the searing agony tearing through his guts. 

The expert torturers rode the razor’s edge of testicular destruction for a seeming eternity. Jack’s valiantly straining balls remained on the brink of cataclysmic rupture the entire time, their throbbing pain gradually increasing as they were starved of oxygen and nutrients by the crushing pressure of the Plexiglas plates. The sobbing young jock was convinced that his captors were simply going to let his precious balls die on the vine, but Mitch was an absolute maestro at judging a man’s resilience, and he knew that he could push Jack’s virile and breathtakingly powerful body to extremes that he’d never dreamed of before with any other man. 

As if to prove his utter mastery, Mitch knelt before Jack once more and took up both of the dangling vises. He then looked up and met the young man’s terrified gaze, smiled, and gave both cranks a short, sharp twist. Jack threw back his head and screamed in abject agony as his pancaked nuts were flattened even further, sick and disturbing crunching sounds emanating from their beefy interiors. Grunting with the effort, Mitch then turned the cranks one, two, three more times, redlining Jack’s balls beyond any possible limits as even louder crunching and cracking sounds came from the doomed and dying man eggs. They were about to burst at any moment! 

Mitch then held the vises up higher, displaying them to his eager compatriots. They all grinned knowingly at one another, and with unspoken gestures assigned two bubbles of protruding nut meat to each of the four big men. Then, clenching their hands into huge, hard-knuckled fists, the four muscle giants launched simultaneous full force punches into all eight of the bulging, straining chunks of bulging ball flesh. 


Jack’s scream was caught in his throat, for it felt like a nuclear bomb had just detonated inside of his pulverized nuts. His beautiful blue eyes nearly bugged out of his head as the most insanely intense pain imaginable threatened to rip his mind apart. His handsome face became beet red, enormous veins bulging in his thick and beefy bison neck as his entire body quivered in the most magnificent full-bodied flex yet. The four men continued to grind their bony knuckles into the various lumps of tortured man flesh, forcing the incredibly tough and dense tissues to bend and warp even further. Foamy spittle shot out of Jack’s beautiful lips, his jaw clenched tight, his breathing stopped. It was enough agony to stop a man’s heart and kill him outright, and indeed the staggeringly handsome hunk looked like he was about to croak. 

Then, at a barked signal from Mitch, all four men removed their invading fists and he hit the quick release on the vises, allowing the plates to quickly snap back open to their maximum setting in a matter of seconds. Blood flow rushed back into both nearly busted organs as they instantly plumped back up as much as the confining plates would allow. Every nerve ending inside of Jack’s gasping nuts screamed in unison as blood and oxygen were restored to the rapidly re-expanded organs, and the agony was so unbelievably intense that Jack’s mighty heart did indeed skip a few beats. A choked cry burst from Jack’s drooling lips, and then his entire form went completely limp, his handsome head falling bonelessly forward onto his massive, sweaty chest. 

At first, no signs of life came from the stunning young man, not a movement, not a twitch, not even the soft rise and fall of his breathing. Mitch bolted upright and placed three thick fingers along one side of the lad’s extraordinarily beefy neck, concern on his face as he felt for the young man’s pulse. For several long seconds, the other four men looked on with growing worry, fearing that they had pushed their captive too far and that he had expired under the beyond brutal ball torture. But Mitch finally breathed a sigh of relief as he felt a slow but strong pulse in the lad’s neck, and saw him take his first slow, ragged breath. Jack had indeed survived. 

Mitch then squatted down to inspect the unconscious lad’s behemoth balls, which were still trapped inside the opened jaws of the too-small vises. Wrapping his fingers around the neck of the young man’s dangling scrotum, the big blond roughly worked first one then the other testicle free of their Plexiglas prisons, allowing them to plump back up to full size and swing freely once more, and then began inspecting them for damage. His blunt fingers roughly poked and prodded the mammoth sex organs, looking for telltale signs of cracks or fractures, but was pleased to discover that both enormous bollocks were still almost entirely intact. These were sturdy bollocks indeed! There were a rosy red from the recent abuse, but otherwise completely hale and whole!

For now. 

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 3

Castration Warehouse - Part Three

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


As Jack slowly regained consciousness and shook the lingering cobwebs out of his head, he became gradually aware that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. He vaguely remembered some sort of scuffle at his apartment, but as he opened his stunning blue eyes and took in the very large brick-walled room around him, he very quickly realized that he wasn’t in his apartment anymore… 

Jack next discovered that he was bound spreadeagled in a standing position, with his wrists and ankles enclosed with heavy shackles, with even heavier chains extending away from his taut and stretched out body. And if that wasn’t horrifying enough, the young man then realized that he was completely naked, for he could feel the cool air of the room blowing against his bare skin. Looking down the length of his naked torso, he could see his massive genitals — the source of both his greatest pride and greatest shame — dangling heavy and loose between his widely spread legs. Jack instantly knew that he was in dire trouble. 

Jack also felt a mild but deep ache inside of his massive free-swinging nuts, similar to the post-game soreness he experienced after some of his more brutal football games. Rumors had quickly spread his Freshman year about the colossal size of his dense gonads, so the players on opposing teams frequently targeted his infamously mammoth balls during tackles, slamming armored shoulders or padded knees and elbows into his impossible-to-miss orbs. There weren’t cups made remotely large enough to encompass the sheer overwhelming bulk of his gigantic cock and balls, so Jack’s behemoth bollocks were completely defenseless, and often ended a game a bit battered and bruised by the frequent and constant hits. Fortunately for Jack, his big balls were just as freakishly strong and tough as the rest off his muscle-girded body, so he was able to shake off even the worst of the low blows, and his mighty nuts were none the worse for wear within a day or two. The handsome quarterback looked down the length of his naked body down to his dangling testicles, but they looked perfectly normal and intact, so he couldn’t figure out why they might be sore. 

The young man began to struggle against his restraints, but despite the truly awesome strength he possessed in his mighty-thewed limbs, he succeeded only in rattling the chains a bit, the sound echoing in the largely empty room. His fear continued to mount as he wondered who had abducted him, and why. Jack had no possible enemies that he could think of, for he was an unswervingly nice guy with a gentle soul, universally well-liked by his classmates and professors, and beloved by his teammates. Perhaps it was someone jealous of his athletic success? Maybe a member of one of the many opposing football teams that he had defeated over and over again during the past four years? He could literally think of no other reason why someone would want to abduct him or do him harm. 

Realizing the futility of struggling against his shackles and chains, Jack began to hesitantly call out for help, his startlingly deep voice echoing dramatically in the cavernous space. He began to call out louder, and louder still, desperate that someone might help him and rescue him from this terrifying situation. A cold knot of fear was forming in his stomach, and growing larger with each passing minute… 


Mitch and his four men were all watching Jack wake up from the monitors in a nearby room, smiling knowingly at the handsome lad’s mounting fear and panic, and very much looking forward to beginning their session with the fantastically gifted and blessed young football jock. 

All five men had been playing cards to pass the time, their blue jeans and tight t-shirts accentuating their extremely muscular physiques and highlighting just how big and powerful each of them were. But as the handsome young lad had begun to wake up — surprisingly early, too, considering just how much sedation they had pumped into the phenomenally-built muscle boy — they had all stood up and gathered next to Mitch, eagerly drinking in the lad’s fear and masculine beauty. 

Finally, Mitch deemed that it was time, saying, “Alright, my boys, looks like our lad here is ripe and ready. Let’s say we get in there and give him a night he will never forget!” The other big men cheered and gave each other high fives as they gathered their gear and filed out of the room. 


There was a loud click as someone turned a lock, causing Jack’s head to jerk in the direction of the door, fear and hope warring in his pec proud chest. The large metal door opened, and five men stepped in. They were all very tall and very large, making even the phenomenally built Jack feel somewhat dwarfed in comparison, with their faded blue jeans and tight short-sleeved shirts showing off their massive and intimidating muscular bulk. Any hope that had been blossoming in the young stud’s heart quickly died when he saw the looks of hungry and eager anticipation on each of their cold, hard faces. Jack instantly knew he’d be getting no mercy from these big men. 

“Good evening, Jack,” said the largest man of them all, a ruggedly handsome giant of a man with a cropped blond haircut and in insanely muscular build that had to be north of 400 rock solid pounds. “So good of you to join us!” 

The young man’s magnificent body began to quake in mounting fear as the five men walked toward his bound, naked, and helpless form, the fact that they knew his name adding even more to his mounting terror. Ten muscular, calloused hands started stroking and fondling Jack’s shackled body, caressing his exquisitely chiseled body and remarking to each other about his terrific build and astounding conditioning. Being treated like a mere object made Jack feel even more defenseless, and though their firm and rough-fingered hands were decidedly gentle, the big football jock flinched at their every touch. 

The groping hands started wandering lower, tweaking his big rubbery nipples, fondling and squeezing his magnificently muscular ass, pulling gingerly on his flaccid cock, and rolling his enormous balls in the palms of their hands. Jack trembled even more to have his vulnerable genitals in the work-roughened hands of these massive men, and he’d never felt so defenseless and terrified in his entire life. The stud’s limp dick was so thick and long that it took two big hands to handle it, as did the weighty lumps of his massive ‘nads. The big men took turns frigging and stroking the soft but dense meat of his huge horse cock, and fondling and bouncing his warm, heavy, floppy nuts, trying to arouse Jack’s big phallus to hardness. In other circumstances, their efforts might have worked, for though Jack was a dyed-in-the-wool straight man, he was perpetually randy and horny with the combined libido of a dozen young men. But the handsome lad was simply too petrified with fear to give the men the throbbing boner they were looking for. 

After manipulating Jack’s limp and dangling manhood for more than ten minutes to no avail, Mitch finally spoke up and said, “It’s no use, lads. We’ve got ourselves a one hundred percent certified hetero boy here — if five big, handsome studs like us can’t arouse him, then he’s no queer. But not to worry; there’s more than one way to turn on a hot, red-blooded college jock!” 

While the other four men kept on groping and squeezing great fistfuls of Jack’s enormous muscles, Mitch walked over to the peg board against the wall and retrieved several pieces of equipment. Jack’s baby blue eyes flew open wide when he saw the big man start lubing up a copper dildo in his big hands. It was ‘only’ seven inches long and rather slender, but since Jack had never had ANY object inserted into his ass before, he was filled with trembling apprehension. He then yelped in surprise as he felt a large, lubed finger unceremoniously enter his virgin asshole, plundering deep and worming around to smear more of the lubricating fluid inside his rectum. Jack was blushing furiously with shame as the big digit was soon pulled out of his ass, and the slick dildo jammed home in its place, making the big college jock gasp in shock. 

Mitch then came back around to the front of his spread eagled captive, dropped to one knee, and grasped Jack’s huge limp cock in his left hand. With his right hand, Mitch shucked back the thick hood of Jack’s silky foreskin, revealing the huge mushroom-shaped knob of his cock head. The big man then worked an electro ring over the big cock head until it was nestled around the root of the huge glans, using even more of the special lubricating gel to get the job done. 

Jack hung his handsome head in soul-bending embarrassment, an expression of abject mortification on his stunning face. He’d never been touched by a man before, let alone in such an erotic fashion, and the sensation only deepened the young man’s sense of helplessness. But he was still confused by what was going on… until he saw Mitch clip various electrodes from a tens unit to the base of the dildo and the metal ring encircling his dick head. The big muscle stud began begging for the men to let him go, but he knew his words were falling on deaf ears. 

“Okay boys!” Mitch said, an eager grin lighting up his ruggedly handsome face, “Let’s crank this lad’s stallion staff to full mast!” The big man then turned on the tens unit, sending a steady but gentle current into Jack’s body. The handsome, brown-haired lad had never discovered the joys of his prostate before, and despite the fear gnawing at his muscular guts, the stimulation of his prostate and his cock soon started generating its intended effect. Against his will, his mighty cock began to unfurl, plumping up and growing stiffer as more and more blood was pumped into it. The huge, limp member began to ponderously lift upwards as it swelled, like a great beast rising from slumber, and the eyes of the big men surrounding him grew wide as they watched Jack’s cock reach its full epic size. In less than two minutes, the five men were staring at the biggest cock they’d ever seen, a true masterpiece of manhood, throbbing in time to each pulsing jolt of electricity from the tens unit. The young man’s cock was so enormously engorged that they could hardly tell anymore that he was uncut, the massive schlong so monstrously bloated that his foreskin was completely and almost painfully retracted. 

Mitch then fiddled with the dials on the tens unit, increasing the current and decreasing the interval, making the gentle shocks come more quickly. Jack’s pulse quickened and his breath caught in his throat as waves of pleasure rocked through his groin. The rhythmic pulses of the e-stim made his cock throb and bob, and to his horror, Jack watched as the dilated piss slit started oozing clear precum, which began to drip in stringy, glistening strands to the cement floor. 

At a nod from Mitch, all five men began to strip out of their clothes. They were only dressed in t-shirts, jeans, and shoes, so it didn’t take more than a few moments before they were all naked. Jack was astounded at the sheer muscular SIZE of his captors; he had met very few men who were his equal in size, and even fewer who could surpass him, but all five of these big, strong, strapping men looked like they outweighed him, several quite substantially. And even more horrifying was the fact that all of them were hung frighteningly large, and all were sporting massive boners of their own. 

Mitch, the biggest of the five muscle giants, moved to stand a few feet in front of Jack again, almost completely filling his field of view with a solid wall of swollen, battle-hardened muscle. Jack’s estimate of the blond man’s weight went up even higher now that he saw him in the buff, for the man possessed muscles of a size and density that the young man had never even dreamed of before. Mitch’s colossal muscles were exceptionally veiny, especially his enormous biceps and muscle-corded forearms, and a thick dusting of coarse, dark blond body hair spread across his gargantuan chest in a dense mat, and extended down his cobblestone abs as well, making his goliath form look even more intimidating and manly. Even the man’s cock was huge, damn near Jack’s equal in both length and girth, and just as vein-gnarled as his forearms, making it look like quite a fearsome weapon indeed. That colossal physique and enormous endowment, combined with his blond crew cut, masculine features, and ruggedly handsome face, had made Mitch the kind of man that every woman wanted, and that every other man wanted to be. 

“Looks like he’s getting close, boys,” Mitch observed with a grin. “This ought to do it.” With that, he turned up the intensity of the e-stim once again, and all of the men watched with eager anticipation as the young man’s massive, 14.5-inch cock began to throb even harder and faster than ever. 

Deep moans escaped from Jack’s lips as his incredibly lean and muscular hips began to involuntarily buck and thrust as much as his restraints would allow. The young man hadn’t cum in a couple of days, a rare occurrence for him, and his balls felt especially turgid and bloated with his spunk. A pair of hands suddenly cupped his huge spuds from behind, and began massaging and firmly squeezing them, adding to the already irresistible stimulation of the tens unit, and rapidly hurtling Jack toward the brink of a mighty orgasm. 

Every muscle in Jack’s magnificent body suddenly flexed in a stunning display of masculine perfection as he hit his mark and his cock began to thunder out his huge load. None of the men were quite prepared for the staggering size and power of the young man’s studly super load, least of all Mitch himself, who’s body was suddenly being pelted with the largest and thickest slugs of searing hot cum he’d ever seen. Each mammoth wad of cum had to be at least five or six feet long and nearly as thick as a pinky finger, and contained at least ten times more splooge than an entire porn star load! Slug after enormous slug of cum slammed into Mitch’s body with rapid fire speed and tremendous force, shattering against his unmoving wall of pure beef and splattering messily all over his hairy muscles. If Mitch hadn’t been standing directly in the line of fire, then each salvo of Jack’s freakishly huge load would easily have cleared at least a couple of dozen feet across the gray concrete floor. 

Jack grunted and groaned in a most appealing fashion as he pumped out a truly colossal load, made even bigger than usual by both his recent abstinence and the added pleasure of the e-stim. In all, the handsome humping lad pumped out nearly a score of gigantic cum ropes before his almighty ejaculation began to taper off, finally ending in a few weak burps of cum that dripped heavily to the already cum-splattered floor. 

None of the gaping men could move for several moments, so awed were they by Jack’s hyper virile performance. The reek of the young man’s sex quickly filled the entire room, an overwhelming and not altogether unpleasant musk that was pure man. Big Mitch, the front of his gigantic body positively drenched from neck to ankles in gloopy and smelly sperm, was the first to recover. 

“DAMN, boy!!” the big man exclaimed. “Those big bull balls of yours are no mere showpieces, are they? Fuck, that was the biggest god-damned load I’ve ever SEEN!! Even guys with hyperspermia can’t hold a candle to you, Jack! I think that deserves a reward.” 

Mitch then used his big right hand to scrape upward from his chiseled groin to his mammoth chest, scooping up an enormous handful of Jack’s own nut oysters in the process. His big, meaty hand was filled to overflowing with the young man’s hot seed, a mere fraction of his total load but a staggering volume of nut sludge all by itself. Jack’s eyes flew wide as Mitch raised his big cupped hand toward the young man’s face, and he pulled back in revulsion as much as his shackles would allow. Mitch grabbed the back of Jack’s head, engulfing it in his massive left hand, and brought his right hand up to the young man’s tightly pressed lips, the enormous mass of spent splooge quivering in his cupped palm. 

“Open up, boy,” big Mitch said, a warning tone in his deep voice. “I said open UP!” 

Mitch rammed his big knee upward into Jack’s unprotected balls, striking dead center into the lad’s overloaded ball bag and crushing his nuts against his rock solid groin. A look of shock and anguish washed over Jack’s almost unbearably handsome face, and mouth gasped open as he cried out in the wake of the pain radiating from his hammered nuts. Mitch took that opportunity to swipe the huge load of cum into Jack’s mouth, slamming his jaw shut with one hand and pinching off his nose with the other. 

Jack’s cheeks were bulging with the enormity of the cum slug that had been forced into his mouth, and his face was turning red as his oxygen was cut off, but he refused to swallow. The big football star began gagging as the hot, slick liquid began to trail down his throat, and he thought he would throw up, but he wouldn’t give in. 

Mitch stepped forward until his face was just inches from Jack’s own and menacingly said, “Swallow, boy! Or I’ll ram my knee into your balls again!” As if to underscore the threat, he brought his big, hairy knee upward to firmly press Jack’s massive plums against his crotch, rubbing his big leg back and forth as he ground his rock solid leg into the dense but yielding nut meat. 

Jack had no idea that his big beautiful balls were already doomed, so the threat of another ball bust worked, and he painfully swallowed the enormous mouthful of his own spunk. The hot and salty fluid burned on the way down, and the big lad thought he would be sick, but he managed to keep it down. Thick runnels of the stuff had spurted out of his luscious lips to stream wetly over his big, perfectly sculpted chin, but he’d managed to swallow the vast bulk of the load, and he kept it down. 

“Good boy!” Mitch said happily as he released his grip on the back of Jack’s muscular neck and patted the back of his head affectionately. “But with balls that huge, I’ll bet that there’s at least another load or two sloshing around inside of them, and we’ve got to make sure that they’re completely empty.” 

With that, the big blond man picked up the tens unit and turned it back on. Jack’s cock hadn’t even begun to soften in the slightest, and now the familiar rhythmic sensations of the e-stim began to pour through his groin once again. Jack did indeed have a lot more sperm trapped inside of his balls, and his powers of recovery were almost legendary, but even the bull-hung young stud didn’t usually start fucking immediately after an orgasm. Nevertheless, just minutes after the end of his first ejaculation, the groaning and flexing young muscle hunk soon felt a second orgasm building in his heavy loins. 

Big Mitch made sure to stand out of the way this time as Jack grunted and began spewing out his second load, which proved to be damn near as unbelievably massive and voluminous as the first! Titanic streamers of pearlescent white fluid, thick with the young man’s potent and powerful sperm, shot out with terrific force, leaving long stripes of thick jizz on the floor stretching almost halfway to the far door, a truly incredible distance. To Mitch, it almost looked like Jack’s very spunk was trying to rush toward the door and the possibility of escape, and the thought made his lips curl in a cruel grin. 

Jack’s second, hands free load shot out for almost a full minute, leaving the handsome young stud panting and gasping in its wake. But his cruel tormentors didn’t allow him a moment’s rest, and kept the tens unit right on pumping Jack’s straining loins with more and more current, shouldering aside even the young jock’s own remarkably short refractory period to force him toward yet another orgasm. 

It was only a matter of minutes before a third orgasm rocked Jack’s quivering body. This third load was equal parts pain and pleasure for the young lad, for his genitals were being forced to perform far more rapidly than nature intended. Nevertheless, Jack’s third load, though clearly diminished from the first two, was positively huge by anyone else’s standards, and added to the enormous mess of cum extending in a thick, splattered ribbon before him, as well as the almost eye-watering reek of his delicious stud funk. 

Sensing that the young stud was starting to flag, Mitch turned up the intensity of the tens unit yet again, and was rewarded minutes later with Jack’s fourth load. Jack cried out in real pain as his clenching, convulsing groin was forced to pump out another batch of spunk, and though the volume of his fourth load was a fraction of the first two, it was a very respectable load nonetheless, one that any man would have been proud of. 

But Mitch wasn’t finished yet, for he suspected that there were hidden reserves of sperm still locked deep inside of Jack’s humongous balls. The tens unit kept right on hammering away at the young man’s beleaguered groin. Jack’s overworked cock was now glowing an angry red, and the gathered men could have sworn that it had swollen even bigger, the mass of veins snaking down the enormous column of his cock shaft growing even more thick and pronounced. His huge balls even seemed to be sagging lower in their voluminous sac, exhausted by the extreme workout they were receiving. Yet it only took a few more minutes before Jack was once again hurtling toward an orgasm. 

Jack bellowed in pain as his fifth orgasm slammed into his nuts, but this time, only four or five half sized spurts of decidedly watery-looking jizz shot out before the young man’s ejaculation quickly tapered off. The handsome college jock, his glorious muscles now covered in a light sheen of sweat from his heroic seminal exertions, hung his head in temporary exhaustion. Surely even his behemoth bull balls must be completely spent! 

A wickedly grinning Mitch wanted to be sure, however, so he cranked up the tens unit to full power with one rough twist of the dial, causing the handsome young hunk to scream in both surprise and great pain. Huge bolts of electricity began to slam into Jack’s bloated cock head and abused prostate, making his cock rhythmically throb and jerk so violently that it looked like it might either burst or snap right off at the base. The young man began to buck and thrash wildly in his restraints, shrieking bloody murder as it felt like his entire manhood was being ripped apart. But incredibly, impossibly, Jack could feel yet another orgasm slowly building deep inside of him. 

Jack threw back his head and uttered his most thunderous bellow yet, his entire body freezing into a rictus of spasming, flexing muscles, his exquisite abdomen exploding into the most magnificent display of lean and chiseled beauty any of the men had ever seen. His monstrous cock swelled larger still, if that was even possible, and began throbbing powerfully in agonizing release. 

But all that came out of Jack’s dilated, gaping piss slit was a thin gruel of pale milky fluid, no more than a couple of teaspoons of diluted jizz, that slowly drooled onto the cum-drenched floor. Jack’s humongous nuts were now and truly empty, likely for the very first time in the young man’s life. 

Despite the continued intense stimulation from the tens unit, Jack’s gigantic cock finally began to soften and wilt. After being forced to orgasm six times in barely more than 15 minutes, Jack’s mighty cock could take no more, signaling its defeat by deflating back to its limp — but still massive — form. 

Mitch finally turned off the diabolical tens unit, saying to the panting and heaving young man, “Wow, that was extraordinarily impressive, Jack! You could have impregnated damn near every woman on the PLANET with the amount of stud spunk you had packin’ in those oversized nuts of yours! But now that we’ve finally drained your big balls bone dry, they’re going to be extra sensitive, which will make the rest of the night even more painful for you.” 

“You see, Jack,” Mitch explained to the terrified young man, “someone has paid an exorbitant fee for our expert services. I have no idea who hired us or what you did, but you must have pissed someone off really bad, because they’ve ordered ‘the works’ for you! Over the course of tonight, we’re going to beat the SHIT out of you, to make you pay for whatever transgression you’ve caused. The one thing I will assure you of, however, is that you will survive the night. Mostly intact. Probably. Hell, you look like one hell of a tough and resilient lad, and you might even come out of tonight without any significant lasting scars. Well, except for one…” 

A clearly terrified Jack was hanging on to the big man’s every word, and Mitch purposely paused for a few moments to let the tension build even further. 

“I’m sorry to tell you that you won’t be leaving this room with anything even remotely resembling a pair of functioning balls between those muscular legs of yours, Jack. And we’re not just going to cut your balls off. Oh no, that would be too easy. No, our client has paid us extra to torture your huge bollocks for HOURS. Your agony will be so extreme that you’ll be BEGGING us to cut your balls off before this night is through, but we won’t be that merciful. Instead, we’re going to keep torturing your balls until they’re wrecked and ruined, and reduced to rubble. Then, and only then, will we cut them off of your body.” 

“And judging from the massive size and unusual firmness and density of your monster nuts,” Mitch said as he casually hefted both of the young man’s titanic testicles in his huge hand, “I think it’s going to be a long, long time before that final cut takes place.” 

Giving Jack’s huge balls a gentle pat before releasing them, Mitch then said, “Welcome to the ninth circle of Hell, Jack! Let’s begin.” 

Saturday, May 4, 2024

Castration Warehouse - Part 2

Here is the second chapter of the tale, where young Jack Samson has been captured, and his naked and unconscious form thoroughly examined by big Mitch and his four associates... 


Castration Warehouse - Part Two

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 


A grinning Mitch watched the video monitor of the warehouse interior, which showed a stark naked Jack Samson strung up by wrist and ankle in the vast warehouse space. Most of the warehouse was in near darkness, but several overhead spotlights illuminated the young man’s gorgeous bound form. The big blond muscle man was still waiting for Jack to regain consciousness. It had taken triple the planned dose of sedative to take the hulking jock down, and even that had only brought the swaying but still conscious young jock to his knees, and Mitch had to manually chloroform the weakly-struggling big bull stud to actually knock him out. But it had been more than worth it. The ruggedly handsome blond giant was very excited about the night’s planned events, as he and his men had never before had a chance to work over a specimen nearly as magnificent or as unbelievably well endowed as the young college football star. 

For one thing, Jack was astonishingly handsome, in that matinee-idol-meets-comic-book-super-hero sort of way, his exquisitely formed features still caught in that magical, breathtaking stage between boy and man. Neither Mitch nor his other men considered themselves to be homosexual, but they all had to admit that Jack was one of the most beautiful men they had ever seen, and the thought of wrecking the manhood on such a ridiculously handsome stud turned them on immensely. 

The lad was also quite tall and blessed with a very large frame, and that big frame was absolutely PACKED with a staggering amount of muscle, particularly for a man who was still so very young. Jack was built like the proverbial brick shithouse, with the type of chiseled and proportioned physique worthy of a competition-ready super heavyweight bodybuilding champion. Mitch had no way of knowing this, but in the four months since his unforgettable encounter with Veronica Daniels, young Jack had been hitting the weights HARD, and had gained yet another 35 pounds of raw, exquisitely-shredded muscle, making his physique even more massive and spectacular than it had been on the night of the pair’s marathon love making session. As a result, Jack’s body was now positively gigantic, with muscles on top of muscles, but all without losing even the tiniest bit of his perfectly proportioned aesthetics or almost super human conditioning. 

Mitch and his men were muscular giants in their own right, all of them standing taller than the ridiculously handsome young quarterback, and most of them considerably outweighing the hunky stud as well. But despite all of them having truly massive physiques that would be the envy of any man, none of them could hold a candle to the raw masculine beauty of the 22-year-old mega hunk. Even the lad’s skin was unblemished and perfect, and other than the well-trimmed patch of pubes at his crotch and the surprisingly lush growth of dark hair in his armpits, the young man was virtually hairless as well, making him the perfect canvas upon which Mitch and his men could work their well-honed skills. 

Most impressive and exciting of all, though, was the unbelievable wealth of manly genitals that protruded so huge and proud from the young man’s etched and chiseled groin. Even limp, Jack’s cock was a massive hog of man meat, measuring a good ten inches in length and thick as a large man’s wrist! Hell, his flaccid cock was bigger than some of his men’s erect dicks, and all of his men were exceptionally well hung! A thick hood of silky foreskin fully covered the large knob at the end of that massive dick, and Mitch longed to see what that big cock head looked like all naked and exposed when the lad’s cock was fully hard. 

The pièce de résistance on this supremely gifted and blessed athlete’s spectacular body, however, had to be the absolutely titanic testicles hanging loose and heavy and full beneath that great slab of a cock. Mitch had never before seen their equal, and he’d seen a LOT of balls. Frankly, before encountering Jack, Mitch himself possessed the largest set of balls he’d ever seen on a man. Each of the blond man’s huge nuts was as big as an extra large lemon, yet the astonished muscle giant realized that he could fit BOTH of his huge nuts inside just ONE of Jack’s goliath whale nuts, and still have room to spare! 

All of the men had been shocked and impressed when they got the captured young buck back to the warehouse, stripped his unconscious form naked, and discovered the sheer eye-popping SIZE of the lad’s gigantic block and tackle. The awe-struck men had all taken turns fondling and methodically appraising the massive limp cock and colossal set of cajones, marveling at their magnificent dimensions. They all decided to have some fun playing with their new toys before the evening’s events began — one wag in the group called it taking the kid’s ginormous junk for a ‘test drive’ — and they proceeded to perform a very detailed and intimate examination of the lad’s most private parts. 

Their relatively gentle (by their standards) and extremely thorough exploration of the unconscious young man’s humongous gonads went on for quite some time — well over an hour, in fact — with all of the big men remarking how dense and turgid and meaty even his flaccid cock felt as they squeezed and tugged on it, how unusually firm and full the kid’s testicles felt, how remarkably heavy they were, and how impressively low they hung inside of their perfectly smooth and hairless nutsac. 

Mitch was especially amazed that his enormous, meaty hand was barely large enough to get a firm grip around just one of Jack’s mammoth balls. He had grasped one mighty bollock in each powerful hand and begun to rhythmically pulse his grip, not squeezing too hard, but trying to ascertain the density and firmness of the flesh inside those huge orbs. Big Mitch concluded with no small amount of admiration that the big, muscular kid had by far the thickest and beefiest nuts he’d ever fondled. That fact very much excited him, too, for the denser and meatier a man’s nuts, the tougher they usually were, the more abuse they could sustain, and the longer they could endure the punishments to come. 

The muscular giant also experimentally gripped the fleshy neck of Jack’s long and loose scrotum, and in the process forced his heavy and dangly man eggs to the very base of their sac. Mitch had particularly huge hands, and as he slowly tightened his grip, he forced the young man’s vulnerable orbs farther and farther away from his crotch. The lad’s natural three-inch dangle quickly became three and a half inches, and then four, and then four and a half, as Mitch’s grip got tighter and tighter. He was forcing the huge orbs to descend lower and lower in their sac, while simultaneously crushing together the all-important cords and cables that anchored them to the young man’s muscular crotch and attached his massive balls to his body. He enjoyed really digging the tips of his fingers into those ever stretching and straining cords and ligaments, his large blunt digits intimately exploring the inner plumbing of Jack’s manhood, even as his fist continued to tighten. 

The already impressive and eyebrow-raising five-inch stretch to the unconscious lad’s nuts grew to five and a half inches, and then an amazing six inches, doubling their natural dangle! Mitch could feel those cords and cables really starting to strain in his grip, stretching tighter and tauter as he steadily increased the pressure in his fist. But the big man could tell that there was a whole lot of strength left in those steel-like tendons, so he squeezed harder still, stretching out Jack’s balls to an incredible six and a half inches, and then an extraordinary seven inches, farther than the men had ever seen a man’s balls stretch before they had simply ripped off! 

With his fist fully closed, Mitch admired how Jack’s gigantic nuts bulged all bright red and shiny at the very bottom of their dangerously overstretched sac. Low whistles of admiration came from the other men, and they all took turns roughly caressing and groping the stretched out bollocks, feeling how they had become even denser and harder under all of the pressure. But then with a cruel grin on his ruggedly handsome face and a wicked gleam in his eye, Mitch continued to test the tensile strength of those mighty cords and cables by slowly drawing his tightly clenched fist downward, and pulling Jack’s trapped testicles with it. 

The eyes of the other big men grew wide as Mitch began to really redline those straining tendons and ligaments, and it was clear in their expressions that they were all worried that their boss and leader would accidentally nut magnificent young bull-balled stud before they’d even had a chance to properly start their tortures. But these men had known Mitch for a long time, and they knew his unparalleled talent at pushing men to their limits without crossing that fine and dangerous line, so they sat back and watched a master at work. 

Seven inches became seven and a half inches, and Jack’s balls bulged even larger still, looking like they could burst through their paper thin sac at any moment. Seven and a half inches became eight, and some of the men could have sworn that they heard a creaking groan come from the lad’s valiantly straining ball cords. Eight inches became eight and a quarter inches, the unconscious muscle hunk’s defenseless balls turning a darker and angrier shade of red as Mitch steadily choked off their blood supply. Eight and a half inches! Mitch could feel the straining cables quivering like bowstrings in his tight trip! Eight and three quarter inches! Jack’s mighty balls were literally straining at the end of their ropes!! Nine inches!!! 

Jack’s herculean huevos had now been stretched to three times their natural dangle, and were turning an unhealthy shade of purple as they were slowly starved of oxygen. Not only had Mitch pulled the young man’s nuts to the very brink of ripping off of his body, but he’d nearly totally cut off the blood flow to the massive orbs, his large fingers digging deep into the various cords and cables, and pinching off the blood vessels that gave the gigantic gonads life. He once again invited the other men to feel and fondle the heroically straining orbs, which now felt like a pair of large granite stones inside of their now gossamer thin sac. Previously invisible blood vessels on the surface of both great orbs were now swelling and becoming distended, popping up like writhing dark purple worms on the expansive surface of the two vast globes of man meat. As Mitch continued to hold Jack’s nuts at the precipice of destruction, all of the men could feel the previously warm testicles start to grow cool and then downright cold as the big blond man choked off the source of their heat, nutrition, oxygen, and life. 

But it turned out that Mitch STILL wasn’t done testing the young man’s balls cords! The big muscular brute felt that there was still some additional, hidden strength left in the lad’s hideously overstretched ball cords, and so he started rhythmically tugging at the young man’s heroically straining nuts. Gently at first, but gradually with more and more force and power, literally forcing the super tight cables to stretch even farther or snap in the attempt. Mitch was now well beyond redlining Jack’s huge balls — he was entering extremely dangerous territory, where an ounce too much of pressure could make all the difference between keeping Jack Samson an intact bull of unparalleled stature and proportions, and prematurely turning him into a nutless steer. And at the same time that Mitch was trying to force incremental increases in the stretch to Jack’s behemoth balls, he could feel their vibrant vitality waning as the choked off bollocks slowly and steadily suffocated. The huge orbs had by now turned an ugly and perilous shade of dark purple and were edging toward black, growing dangerously cold in the big man’s merciless grip. But Mitch refused to relent. 

The short, vicious tugs on Jack’s scrotum were having their desired effect, though, for bit by bit, those mightily straining cords and cables were forced to stretch even FARTHER, though it seemed at any moment they would snap apart like overstretched rubber bands. It was a good thing that the defenseless lad was unconscious, as the combined stretching and strangulation of his mammoth stones would have been agonizingly painful if he was still awake. Mitch’s already gigantic right arm was pumping up to even more magnificent size as he gave Jack’s balls an extreme workout, not letting up until he’d wrestled yet another half in of stretch from the kid’s bulging nutsac, hauling his nuts down to an absolutely staggering nine and a half inches!!! 

The big man must have held Jack’s behemoth bollocks at the very end of their heroically straining cords for a good ten minutes, reveling in holding the lad’s freakishly oversized manhood at the very brink of destruction. The humongous stones cooled even further, taking on the cool ambient temperature of the room, and were in very real danger of choking to death inside of their sac! But finally, when it seemed the football jock’s nearly black-hued coconuts must surely be dead, Mitch finally released the beleaguered balls, letting them sling shoot back toward the lad’s crotch. 

As their blood flow suddenly returned, the unhealthy dark purple color was quickly washed away as life and warmth flooded back into Jack’s balls. The huge stones were soon flushed a healthy pink once more, with a slight rosy glow being the only sign that they had just had a very near brush with death. Even their dangle almost immediately returned to its original three inches, despite the prolonged and unbelievably extreme stretch to which his sac had been subjected, further underscoring the remarkable strength and resilience of the young man’s colossal bollocks. 

Satisfied with his initial assessment of the young man’s balls’ strength and durability, Mitch stepped aside and let his other associates get their hands on the lad’s massive low hangers. The other men performed their own detailed examinations of Jack Samson’s freakishly massive gonads, compressing them, torcing them, twisting them within their scrotum, and otherwise putting them through their paces prior to the upcoming night of extreme torture and eventual emasculation. None of them pushed the young man’s limits nearly as much as Mitch already had, but their attentions were very thorough nonetheless. In fact, they pushed Jack’s endurance far more than they would that of any ordinary man, and in truth few nuts would have been able to survive such detailed exploration and examination intact. But other than a slight warm glow and reddish hue, Jack’s heavy huevos were none the worse for wear by the time their very thorough examination was complete. 

Which was good, because the hour of rough fondling and heavy attention Jack’s bollocks had thus far received was the gentlest of caresses compared to what the young man had in store. 

Had he been awake, Jack would have been horrified and deeply ashamed of the very thorough working over his beloved bollocks were given while he was lying unconscious on the examination table. Other than the doctor at his annual physical exam, Jack had never before had his big bollocks felt or fondled by another man, let alone groped, squeezed, tugged, poked, prodded, and stretched to such an extreme and deeply intimate degree. 

After more than an hour of very detailed testicular examination, all five men agreed that the lucky young football jock possessed what had to be some of the very largest testicles in human history, and almost certainly the largest set of bull nuts that they would ever get a chance to torture. Mitch and his men knew that tonight’s program would be their masterpiece, the greatest symphony of torture and abuse that they would ever create, and they were all eager for the night’s festivities to begin…