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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Why the underlining?!?!?!

Hey there folks!

I just wanted to let you all know that I am NOT underlining the text in my stories -- for some reason, this website is doing that for me. Text that I actually type into the blog (like the text I'm writing now) seems to post without the annoying underlining, but anything that I copy and paste from my files is 100% underlined. Even then, there is absolutely no underlining showing up on the screen before I hit the "publish" button, yet when the story actually posts to my blog, every last word is underlined. I've tried going back to the edit the post, and I just can't seem to get rid of the underlining.

I'm truly sorry if the underlining is a nuisance and a distraction, but it appears that I'm unable to make it go away. :(

Monday, March 20, 2017

How to Break a Super Hero - Part 1

I'm going to start posting the chapters to an as-yet uncompleted series. The saga is based on the multiple (and AWESOME) super hero busting stories created by Arthur Hero, and I've borrowed from several of his stories to create this amalgam of brutal ball torture.

Since this series is not yet complete, I'll happily take suggestions from all of you on how to finish the series. :)


How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 1 - Villain School

Inspired by an original story by Arthur Hero 


Doc Evil looked around the small auditorium from his place at the center of the lecture floor, admiring the collection of aspiring mutant villains he had gathered here at his academy. Tired of being defeated over and over again by crusading, do-gooder super heroes, the diabolical genius had decided to train his own cadre of mutants with super human powers, and recruit them as his servants of evil. This academy contained the fruit of his labors, for he now had dozens and dozens of loyal followers who were nearing graduation and ready to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. 

And today he had a very special lesson planned for them. 

“Good morning class,” Doc Evil said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Today’s lecture may be the most important one that I ever teach you. Soon, you will be graduating from these hallowed halls and set free into the world, to prey upon the weak and feeble that populate this planet. I must warn you, however; there are a small number of men and women out there who break that mold, who share your fabulous mutant gifts. And instead of using these natural abilities to achieve their rightful place of power and dominance, these so called ‘super heroes’ defend the weaklings and protect their fragile societies. These super heroes will attempt to stop you at every turn. You must never underestimate their power and determination, as they can foil even the most perfectly planned plot.” 

There was a great deal of rumbling and unease among the two dozen or so students in the room, for they had all faced one or more super heroes in their past and been summarily defeated. 

“But never fear!” Doc Evil shouted, gaining the room’s immediate attention once again. “For every super hero has his or her weakness, and if you can find and exploit that weakness, then you can DEFEAT them!” 

Doc then turned to the large structure in the center of the room, which was covered by an oversized white sheet. With a showman’s flourish, Doc whipped the sheet off, revealing a heavy duty steel table with a single occupant shackled on top at wrist and ankle with manacles made of the heaviest adamantium. 

And that occupant, much to the surprise and terror of the students in the room, was none other than arguably one of the most powerful super hero of them all, Brick Haus! Chaos erupted among the auditorium seats as many of the students began to panic at the mere sight of the legendary super hero, and more than a few of the more terrified students started scrambling for one of the room’s exits. 

“Class! Class! Please settle down,” Doc Evil intoned, a wry grin still spread across his face as he made a mental note of which students panicked and which sat steadfast in their seats. “You have nothing to fear. Young Brick here has been completely incapacitated and cannot do you any harm. He graciously allowed me to capture him yesterday after unleashing a particularly devious trap, and he is now here to assist us with this demonstration.” 

For his part, Brick Haus was clearly NOT a willing participant for today’s lecture. The massively muscular super hero thrashed mightily against the foot-thick manacles securing all four of his powerful limbs, but even his superior strength was insufficient to break free. He was still wearing his famous red suit and mask, and a big red ball gag had been placed in his mouth, preventing the handsome hero from doing more than grunt like some caged animal. The rubberized suit material looked like it was sprayed on his body, doing nothing to hide his spectacular musculature from view. The young man had the sort of colossally muscular physique that professional bodybuilders could only dream of — a massive frame, enormously hyper-developed muscles, perfect proportions and aesthetics, and a naturally extraordinarily low bodyfat of under 2%. So as he bucked and writhed against his unbreakable restraints, every gargantuan muscle bulged and flexed in stunning relief, a fantastic display of raw and restrained masculine power. 

“Now, as you can see, the first step is always to immobilize your hero,” Doc continued, motioning to the bound and gagged Brick. “This particular young man combines extraordinary super human strength and speed with a very quick and agile mind, so he was very difficult to capture. Immobilizing your enemy is often the most dangerous step in the process, and I cannot stress enough that you must never underestimate your prey. Brick Haus has escaped my clutches and foiled my plans nearly a score of times, so this time I took every precaution and made sure that I bound him in shackles that even his mighty strength could not break.” 

Doc moved toward the top of the large steel table where the supine super hero’s masked head was thrashing back and forth in fury. 

“Step two,” he continued, “is to uncover the secret identity of your enemy and learn all you can about his back story.” 

With that, Doc Evil grabbed the mask on Brick’s head and, in one swift motion, tore the mask away. The face revealed beneath that mask was breathtakingly handsome, the kind of rugged, square-jawed look one would expect to find on a crime-fighting super hero. The stunning lad was younger than the students expected, and the surprise and fear in his gorgeous blue eyes at having his face revealed made more than a few of the students smile in evil anticipation. 

“Class, meet Brandon Hausman, a 22-year-old college senior from the University of California in Los Angeles. Young Brandon started developing his mutant talents at an early age, having precocious speed and strength even as a young child, and an incredibly sharp mind with an IQ north of 160. It was at puberty, though, that Brandon really started coming into his gifts. Starting at the tender age of 10, young Brandon started packing on muscle at an extraordinary rate. No one in his little home town in rural Indiana had ever seen a lad grow as big and as fast as young Brandon. His phenomenal strength and endurance were a huge asset on his family’s modest farm, but he really started to shine when he started participating in sports in school.” 

“Brandon was clever, though, and he quickly learned to conceal just how strong he really was. He didn’t want the world to know he was a mutant, for he would have faced many of the same challenges and discriminations that you have all had to endure. So instead, he chose to live as phenomenally strong and talented athlete, but he only allowed himself to use a tiny fraction of his true strength and skill in public.” 

“The young man’s life changed while he was still in high school. He happened to be at the local bank when a group of masked and armed men broke in and attempted an armed robbery. Things went wrong, as they often do.” At this, many of the students chuckled at the Doc’s wry humor, for they all had plenty of experience with plans that had gone awry. “Anyway, several innocent bystanders were shot when one of the gunmen panicked, and it looked like the rest of the hostages would soon follow suit. Brandon realized that he couldn’t just sit by and watch these people that he’d known and grown up with all of his life get gunned down in cold blood. So he suddenly lunged forward and attacked the gunmen. In the chaos that followed, gunfire rang out, and several eye witnesses could have sworn that the muscular young high school student had been shot multiple times at point blank. But when the dust settled and the smoke cleared, the young man was unharmed, and all six of the gunmen were unconscious and bound, ready for the police to arrive.” 

“This event marked the turning point in Brandon’s young life, and inspired him to use his extraordinary mutant powers to protect the innocent and downtrodden, and stop those who would seek to do harm.” 

At that, the audience erupted into boos and cat-calls. Doc Evil stood there for several long moments, smiling again as he allowed his students to blow off some steam. When they had finally quieted down a bit, he continued. 

“Brandon, aka Brick Haus, possesses the greatest physical strength of any mutant to date. He stands 6 feet, 5 inches tall and weighs a staggering 485 pounds of granite hard muscle. His bullish neck measures 23.5 inches around (bigger than most bodybuilder’s arms!), while his upper arms measure a titanic 32 inches around (bigger than some men’s waists!), and his forearms measure 22 inches. Those ferociously powerful arms end in massive hands big enough to not just palm a basketball, but to pop that ball with ease. His gigantic shoulders measure 44 inches across — yes, that is more than three and a half feet wide! — and the circumference of his colossal chest is an unreal 105 inches. The incredibly wide plates of his thick chest and broad wings of his humongous lats taper down majestically and dramatically to a narrow, corrugated, and extraordinarily muscular waist that measures a mere 35 inches in circumference. Yes, that’s right, the lad’s tight, muscular waist is exactly ONE THIRD the circumference of his almighty chest, and only three inches bigger than his own freakishly powerful arms! To say that the young man has a dramatic ‘V’ taper would be an understatement!” 

“Brick’s lower body possesses the same level of extraordinary dimensions as his fantastic upper body, with 48-inch monster thighs, 28 inch calves that look like ridiculously overinflated footballs (and really ought to be called ‘bulls’, not ‘calves’), and size 22 extra wide feet. Needless to say, his shoes need to be custom made…” The students laughed at the Doc’s remark, for many of them had also run into the problem of having their attire custom made for one reason of another, such as deformities or proportions that were outside of the human norn. 

“Brick has other phenomenal physical gifts, like the massively muscular and powerful ass that you can’t actually see at the moment due to his position on the exam table.” More tittering laughter at this remark. “He has other noteworthy gifts as well, and I’ll cover those as we continue the lesson.” 

“In addition to extraordinary strength that allows him to bench press a locomotive with ease, Brick’s diamond hard muscles make him impervious to most harm. He was indeed shot numerous times during that bank heist gone wrong a few years ago, but the bullets bounced harmlessly off of his phenomenally dense musculature, leaving the lad without a scratch. And even on the rare occasions when Brick IS injured during an epic battle, his astounding recuperative powers greatly accelerate his healing and leave him with no lasting damage. The young man’s smooth skin is flawless and completely unblemished, a testament to his body’s ability to heal any damage without the slightest scar.” 

“Brick Haus truly is one of the mightiest mutants ever born,” Doc said to his rapt audience. “If only this handsome young muscle beast had chosen a different path, he could have dominated the world. Instead, he’s now here being dominated by me, and ready to be part of today’s demonstration.” 

Doc Evil once again moved to the front of the lecture floor and addressed the class. “Step three in defeating your enemy is to find his weakness. Even the most powerful of super hero has at least one weakness. Can any of you guess what Brick Haus’ weakness might be? I’ll give you a hint — it’s also the source of his phenomenal and super human strength.” 

“His abs?” said a huge, hulking student with metallic plates growing out of the backs of his hands and fingers.

“A worthy guess, Knuckles,” Doc said. “Brick does have an extraordinary 8-pack of abdominal muscles, like big, deeply etched cobblestones of iron. Why don’t you come up to the front of the class and have a go at the young man’s muscular belly.” 

The student got up and lugged his huge frame over to Brick. Knuckles had never been this up close and personal with a super hero before, let alone one as famous as the legendary Brick, and he was more than a bit star struck. The young man was outrageously handsome, his chiseled features intensely masculine yet simultaneously softened by the beauty of youth. The lad’s thick brown hair was worn very short and tight on the sides and back with a thick, wavy shock of hair on top. It was Brick’s stunning blue eyes that really captivated one’s attention, though, and those piercing blue orbs were now locked defiantly on those of the nervous student, as if daring him to do his worst. That heated stare helped galvanize the student’s courage, and he broke his gaze with Brick to drink in the sight of the young man’s utterly spectacular body. 

The red rubberized suit left almost nothing to the imagination. Every one of Brick’s gargantuan, super-sized stud muscles seemed ready to burst through the thin material at any moment, and their raw unadulterated power was palpable even from several feet away. The student let his gaze focus on the object of his guess, the super hero’s deeply corrugated abdomen. Brick’s stunning 8-pack was absolutely amazing, rocky and hard and exquisitely proportioned. The student took one of his oversized, meaty hands and rubbed Brick’s abs through his rubber synthetic suit, feeling just how incredibly solid those muscles really were. 

Even while the huge, hulking student was feeling up on Brick’s magnificent abs with one hand, he was raising the other hand up high, forming a fist with his metal knuckle plates aimed downward at the handsome hero’s rock-solid washboard. Those plates on the back of the student’s hands were like a natural form of brass knuckles, only bigger, harder, and far more deadly. He took aim at the sexy dimple of Brick’s navel, visible even though the form-fitting red suit, and then plunged his fist downward with all of his might. 


Knuckles felt several bones in his oversized ham fist snap. It felt like he had just punched a foot-thick plate of solid steel full force, and the sharp agony of the blow traveled all the way up his massive arm. The hulking student cradled his wounded fist in his free hand and backed away from the bound super hero, a look of pain and shock on his brutish features. 

For his part, Brick was entirely unfazed by the powerful blow to his mighty abs. He had flexed his abdominal wall at the last moment, turning it into an immovable barrier of iron-hard flesh and making his belly muscles stand out join even greater relief. If the punch had caused him any pain, Brick showed no sign — only the slightest grunt of effort was forced from his lips as the mutant’s metallic fist slammed into his midsection. 

While the other students cat-called their injured classmate and taunted him for his failure, Doc Evil said, “An excellent try, Knuckles, but clearly incorrect. You may take your seat. Any other guesses?” 

“His biceps!” shouted another student, an even bigger specimen of mutant than the previous one. 

Doc smiled and said, “I’d say that’s a better guess, Pile Driver. Why don’t you come down here and see if you’re correct.” 

The smiling mutant stood up to his full 7 feet in height, revealing that his forearms ended not in hands, but in the gigantic pistons that gave him his name. The massive brute was arrogant and cocky, and he sauntered over to the table where Brick was securely bound and loomed over the handsome stud, leering down at the smaller man. Pile Driver stood behind the head of the table, leaned forward, and placed his deadly piston fists on either side of the young man’s stunningly handsome head in almost gentle caress and said, “I’m gonna fuck up those huge guns of yours, super stud! I’m gonna pound ‘em to mush and rob you of your mutant strength! Get ready, cuz your days of being a super hero are OVER!” 

With that, Pile Driver stood upright and pressed the face of each of his piston fists on top of the gigantic, bulging, flexing biceps of Brick’s gargantuan 32-inch upper arms. The evil mutant then activated his metallic fists, which instantly became a blur of focused power as they rained destruction down on the young stud’s mammoth guns. 


Brick’s mighty arms were receiving some terrifically brutal punishment, but the sneer of contempt on the young man’s heroically handsome face told just how little he was being affected by the abuse. Almost any other mutant’s muscles would have been quickly battered and bludgeoned into formless uselessness under such a brutal barrage, let alone the arms of a merely mortal man, but Brick’s titanic biceps refused to even dent under this violent onslaught. In fact, the young man just flexed his massive guns, making his behemoth biceps swell to even greater dimensions, and stoically endured the brutal bicep beating without comment or sound. 

Pile Driver began to roar in fury and frustration, sending his pounding fists into overdrive. He leaned forward, adding the weight of his great bulk to the force pummeling Brick’s biceps at a rate of more than 20 annihilating hammer blows a second. 

The huge mutant kept up the punishing abuse for more than 5 full minutes. Finally, thin wisps of black, acrid smoke began to rise from Pile Driver’s pistoning fists, and he realized that he was redlining his own metallic arms. With a final cry of fury, he switched off his metal arms and stumbled back a couple of steps from the captive muscle hunk, panting and heaving to regain his breath after his powerful efforts. 

For his part, Brick merely flexed his massive biceps once again, swelling their already extraordinary dimensions to at least 35 mouth-watering inches of raw male muscle, showing to the auditorium full of super villains that he was still completely unharmed. The only visible evidence of the recent muscle shredding abuse were the angry red circles in the center of each bicep at the location of the multiple impacts. But even as the audience watched, that angry red color quickly began to fade, to be replaced by the lightly tanned hue of the young man’s healthy and unblemished skin. 

“I’m sorry,” Doc Evil said. “You also guessed wrong, Pile Driver. Though Brick’s massive arms are indeed almost unimaginably powerful, they’re not the source of the young man’s extraordinary mutant powers. Any other guesses out there?” 

A deep and booming voice thundered from the back of the auditorium, “HIS BALLS!”

Doc Evil looked up and smiled as the largest student in the classroom — indeed, one of the largest humans in the entire world — stood up in the back row. A hush fell over the rest of the students, for this was the most feared and most respected student at the university. 

The gigantic man was Doc’s favorite student, a gargantuan bull elephant of a male named simply ‘Behemoth’ due to his gigantic size, dwarfing even the phenomenally built super hero currently strapped to the table. Brick and Behemoth were a study in similarities and contrasts. Both men were tall, but while Brick’s 6’5” was still well within the realm of human norms, Behemoth’s 10’4” was perhaps the tallest height ever yet achieved by a human being. Both men were outrageously muscular, but while Brick’s exquisitely chiseled physique was masculine perfection taken to the utter extreme, Behemoth’s gargantuan muscles were so bloated and monstrous as to be outright obscene. It was a wonder that the huge mountain of muscle could even move at all with his frame so overpacked with goliath muscles! While Brick’s 485 pounds of rock solid muscle was admittedly outside the realm of what any merely mortal man could ever hope to achieve, Behemoth’s weight exceeded a staggering and mind boggling 5,000 pounds!! That was more than two and a half TONS of raw muscular power, and more than TEN TIMES Brick’s own extraordinary weight!!! 

Brick may have held the title of Strongest Man on the Planet, but Behemoth was a not too distant second. 

What few people guessed, though, was that Behemoth had a sharp and intelligent mind hidden behind his brutish, heavy-featured countenance. It was that intelligence that had truly earned the respect of Doc Evil, for he saw in Behemoth a mutant who might someday inherit the empire that he himself hoped to build. 

The other students backed away from the gigantic muscle beast as he slowly lumbered down the steps to the lecture floor. Even Brick’s stunning blue eyes widened in the first real sign of fear the young hero had shown since his capture. 

Doc favored his student with a large smile and said, “That’s an excellent guess, Behemoth! Please give us a demonstration to see if you are correct.” 

Behemoth lumbered over to the captive hunk and took a few moments to survey the stud’s gorgeous form. Then he reached forward with his massive left hand, a hand bigger than a dinner plate, toward the enormous bulge at the front of Brick’s suit. The young man’s eyes widened in horror, and he began to thrash about wildly against his restraints, but there was no escaping the clutches of the gargantuan muscle beast. 

Behemoth’s hand roughly encircled the base of Brick’s prodigious genitalia and squeezed hard, eliciting a grunt of pain from the handsome stud as his entire package was squeezed down to the bottom of his crotch, forming a colossal mound bigger than an overinflated basketball. Behemoth then lifted his other hand up, formed a fist nearly the size of a wrecking ball, and brought it down full force into Brick’s straining package. 


The thunderous impact seemed to shake the very walls, and Brick threw back his handsome head to bellow in terrible agony. Behemoth’s massive fist had crushed that enormous crotch mound more than halfway flat, and the giant compounded the handsome lad’s agony by grinding his huge, bony knuckles into the traumatized flesh before raising his fist upwards and slamming it home again. 


Brick’s entire body convulsed into one gigantic flexing muscle, his back arching so hard that his body nearly lifted off of the table. His compacted cock and balls were again forced to absorb the entirety of the devastating blow, smooshing more than halfway flat only to rebound to full size again once the offending fist was removed. 




Three more terrible punches, each powerful enough to shatter house-sized boulders, landed square into Brick’s vulnerable man parts, and the handsome young lad bellowed and brayed into his ball gag like some wounded animal. 

The tough rubber of Brick’s red suit couldn’t handle such horrific abuse, and small tears appeared in the fabric, exposing the reddening flesh of the young man’s massive cock and gigantic balls. These tears opened larger and larger with each successive blow. 




Brick thought for sure that his massive genitals had already been reduced to a jellied, mutilated pulp, but despite the inferno of agony erupting from his huge cock and burly balls, they were continuing to endure, plumping back up after each devastating hammer blow, only to be crushed nearly flat again with the next inhumanly brutal punch. 




The tears in the suit’s crotch were now large enough that the entire apple-sized head of Brick’s huge cock came into view, and on the next strike, his mammoth left testicle came into view, rolling out of the shredded confines of his suit to lay heavily on the reinforced steel table. The oblong globe of Brick’s ball looked like some sort of dinosaur egg, an incredibly massive and meaty orb of nut flesh that looked even more vulnerable and fragile as it rested on the slab, exposed and naked and unutterably male. Gasps could be heard throughout the rapt audience at the sight of this colossal gonad, for none of them had ever seen such a titanically oversized bollock in their lives. Even Behemoth appeared impressed at the sheer enormous size of Brick’s gigantic left ball, and he seemed to consider that massive man lump for several moments before aiming his next bludgeoning hammer blows on just that isolated bull nut. 






Brick was now sobbing openly at the unreal agony erupting from his wounded bollock, and his screams and bellows grew even louder and more urgent with each successive hammer blow. His massive bull nut seemed to be flattening a bit further with each titanic strike, and he wondered how much longer even his heroically tough nuts could endure such terrible abuse. 

Behemoth stepped back for a moment to survey Brick’s abused and traumatized crotch. His genitals were now more than half exposed, the crotch of his red suit barely containing his goliath limp cock and equally mammoth right bollock. Behemoth reached forward with one great paw, gathered some of the suit fabric from above the young man’s crotch, and effortlessly tore a huge opening in the front of the suit, exposing the young man from mid belly down to his upper thighs, and revealing the entirety of the young man’s extraordinary genitals to the view of the class for the very first time. 

“Now as I alluded earlier,” Doc said, addressing his students, who had been stunned into temporary silence at the sight of the young super hero’s enormous genitalia, “Brick possesses additional physical attributes that are of important note. And I think you can all see exactly which ‘attributes’ I’m talking about. Young Brick possesses a huge monster cock that, even when completely limp, exceeds the length and girth of 99.999% of the biggest, hardest boners on the planet. His flaccid cock is almost like a third leg, measuring just over 12 inches long and more than 10 inches around at its widest point mid shaft. Even I haven’t yet seen how big that massive schlong gets when it’s hard, so that is a bit of data we have yet to collect…” 

“Perhaps even more impressive, though, are the colossal testes hanging so huge and heavy beneath that masterpiece of man meat. Each mighty orb is the size of a ripe cantaloupe and weighs in excess of 5 pounds, making them the largest and heaviest human testicles in recorded history. They are also ferociously tough, with an incredibly thick and fibrous outer wall that makes them nearly as indestructible as the rest of his fantastic and rock hard body. But despite their near invulnerability, Brick’s power-packed nuts contain ten times more nerve endings per cubic centimeter of testicular tissue than those of a normal man, meaning that he feels the pain of brutal ball abuse exponentially more than a typical male. And this vulnerability to testicular pain is Brick’s greatest weakness!” 

“Congratulations, Behemoth! You have correctly deduced Brick Haus’ greatest weakness! Remind me later that you will receive a special award for your correct answer.” 

“Now class, it’s time for us to exploit this handsome super hero’s weakness. And for that, we’ll need some additional equipment…” 

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Update on blog status

Hey there everyone!

I just wanted to let you all know that the regular weekly posting of stories on this blog is likely going to be interrupted in the weeks and months ahead. I have another half dozen or so stories that I'll be posting here soon, but after that, I don't have any more completed stories ready to post. I DO have a number of multi-chapter stories where the first few chapters are completed, but the entire series is still in progress, so I might start posting the completed chapters and then solicit comments from all of you on where you'd like to see the story go next. That will be a significant departure for me, as I almost always have an entire series 100% completed before the first chapter hits this blog. But I also think it could be a lot of fun to allow you all to have input on what happens to my big, muscular, bull-hung studs! :D

I've also been super busy with work, and will be transferring to another department in about a month, so I expect to be preoccupied with that for the next little while. Never fear, though, as I promise that I will return with more ball-busting stories in the near future.

As always, thank you to all of you who visit this blog and enjoy the stories I post here!


Friday, March 10, 2017

In Just A Moment - Original Version

In Just a Moment
An original story by JAD

The mightily-muscled and equally mightily-membered knight had been stripped naked and secured to the huge wooden block the TortureMaster lovingly called 'Old Oakheart'.  His handsome head hung back over one edge of the cube.  His enormous arms were manacled to the adjacent sides.  And his ankles were short-shackled at the bottom of the fourth face, with his thick-thewed thighs spread in a T with his powerful torso and anchored to the top of the cube by heavy leather straps.

A cut-out area in the foot end of the block exposed the man's boulder buttocks and gave access to the virgin pucker hiding between them.

His stallion staff had been forced to full equine hardness through manipulation and aphrodisiacs, then cuffed at the root to keep it that way.

His bullish balls had been captured in a hellishly clever device called Stone Screws, which first spread the nuts wide and taut in their sack, and then trapped them in separate sharp-studded bar vises which could be tightened individually.  Additionally, the Screws had a ring, to which was attached a stout chain.  Currently, this chain had been run over a hitching bar, and a hundredweight of iron plates had been hung from the other end, stretching the powerful paladin's prodigious plums to near their limit.

Karok, the Torturemaster and his minions, Torg and Veelo, had amused themselves by sticking large bead-headed pins into the giant's flesh--particularly such tender areas as his fat sovereign-sized paps and his monster member with its apple-like head--and then heating them with pokers fresh from a blazing brazier.

However, they had also been disappointed.  For unlike other guests whom they had treated to this entertainment, this stoic cavalier had refused to either scream or ejaculate from the pain.  In truth, the man was not unfeeling, for his massive muscles were constantly flexed against his bonds, and his eyes were screwed tight with his brow deeply furrowed.  Additionally, a sweaty sheen covered his bare, brawny body, gleaming gold in the light of the torches that lit the chamber.

But the only thing that escaped his lips were curses growled through gritted teeth.  And the only thing that emerged from his quivering, huge-veined member was an unceasing stream of dewy pre-seed.

The Torturemaster had avoided puncturing the prisoner's seed-pods; however,he had tightened the Stone Screws so tightly that the knight's duet of enormous man-eggs looked like a quartet of still-oversized human gonads.

But now he took up another great pin and pushed the sharp end against the purple skin of one of the bulging sub-nuts.  Slowly and steadily he pressed, as the metal made a deeper and deeper indentation.  And then it popped through the thick scrotal skin and slid well into the meaty interior.  A bead of blood welled up from the wound and the prisoner made a small grunt.

Karok gave a close-lipped grin and took a fresh poker from the coals.  He held it to the pin head and the heat of the larger metal rod began to transfer to the smaller one.  The ooze of red sizzled and was cauterized, and then there was the fresh smell of singing flesh.

The powerful prisoner tensed harder and struggled, just slightly.  He groaned low, but his lips remained tightly shut.  His studly staff quivered more and the dewy stream increased.

Grinning wider, the Torturemaster returned the poker to the coals, then took a second pin and slowly inserted it in another scrotal segment.  Another bead of blood and another grunt, both a bit bigger. He took back the poker and heated the pin head.

The knight thrashed harder and gave a louder groan, which turned into a half moan.  The horse cock twitched even more and the thick, clear stream was now a freshet.

The beaming Karok took a third pin and repeated the process in a third portion.

The bound giant moaned louder and gasped once, twice, three times. He writhed mightily against his chains.  His enormous staff seemed to be swelling even larger.  It twitched wildly and the freshet was becoming a flood.

But still the iron-willed paladin resisted, bravely battling the inevitable.

With lips pulled back in a wolfish grimace, Korak took a fourth pin and jammed it into the last, untouched bulge.

The prisoner began grunting continually, deep and throatily.  He bobbed his head back and forth with increasing vigor, as though trying to bang it against something.  He pounded his huge fists against Old Oakheart and pulled at his chains, but his restraints held fast.  His powerful feet kicked against his fetters, but again to no avail.

The monstrous member was vibrating, flailing its thick, clear rope all about. What had been a puddle and then a pool on the floor was becoming a sticky sea.

Laughing, the Torturemaster again took up the poker.  Slowly and deliberately he moved the red-hot iron toward its target.  And then, just before the two pieces of metal touched, he hesitated.

Oh, if only he could make this delicious torment last, so he could savor it forever!

In only a moment, he knew, this Herculean, heroic, sweating, stinking prisoner would be at last broken, bellowing like the pain-and-lust maddened beast he now was, and he would spew a volcanic eruption of thick, creamy seed high and far across Karok's wonderful studio of suffering, his beloved chamber of pain!

And then he touched the poker to the pinhead.

Friday, March 3, 2017

In Just Another Moment - Jayse Version

A dear friend and fellow artist/writer provided me with the inspiration and raw material for the story below. I am endlessly impressed by his imagination and creativity! Thanks JAD!! :D


In Just Another Moment
Based on an original story by JAD


The mightily-muscled and equally mightily-membered knight had been stripped naked and secured to the huge wooden rack the Torture Master lovingly called ‘Old Oakheart’. Karok, the Duke’s Torture Master, had never seen a man of such spectacular male beauty and prodigious muscular development as this young knight, and he had longed to torture the breathtakingly handsome young man ever since he had first risen to prominence among the Duke’s knights just a short year ago. The massive young knight had enjoyed the Duke’s favor for a time, much longer than most in fact. But as always happened with the fickle and ruthless Duke, that favor could be revoked in an instant. Through no real fault of his own, the handsome and valiant knight now found himself in the castle’s deepest, darkest dungeons, to be thoroughly tortured and abused — and eventually emasculated — by Karok and his cruel and eager minions. 

The dashingly handsome young knight was purported to have the strength of 20 men, and judging from his freakishly enormous muscular size, Karok did not doubt the truth of such claims. He had therefore taken extra precautions to ensure that his mighty young charge was securely shackled and bound using the thickest, strongest irons at his disposal. The young man’s handsome head hung back over one edge of the huge wooden table, while his enormously muscular arms were manacled straight out to the adjacent sides. The knight’s herculean torso was further anchored to the heavy wooden block by a series of three thick leather straps, one across the corrugated washboard of his cobblestone abdominals, one across the tremendously wide and almost impossibly thick plates of his pectoral muscles, and one across his thick, corded, bull-like neck. His ankles were short-shackled at the bottom of the fourth face of the table, his tremendously thick-thewed and awesomely powerful thighs rendered as helpless and inert as his ferociously strong arms. The knight’s spectacularly muscular body was therefore spread in a large ‘T’, his perfectly-formed physique fully displayed for the appreciation of the Torture Master and his minions. 

A cut-out area on the backside of the rack exposed the man’s boulder buttocks and gave access to the virgin pucker hiding between them. Karok knew that the young knight was a fervent follower of the chivalric code, and was thence a virgin in every sense of the word. And the Torture Master longed to deflower the muscular man in every way imaginable, particularly by exploring the hot, beefy depths of the young man’s shit chute. 

Meanwhile, on the front side of the rack, the knight’s stallion staff had been forced to full equine hardness through rough manipulation and liberal use of aphrodisiacs, then cuffed at its astonishingly thick root to keep it that way. Karok and his men had certainly seen some truly enormous cocks over the years, but none could remotely compare to the mighty monster of a penis rising majestically from the young knight’s muscular groin. The knight’s colossal member exceeded the previous record-holding length by more than three inches, was thicker than a warrior’s muscular forearm, and was harder and stronger than an iron crowbar. The towering masterpiece of a cock jutting proudly skyward, defiantly daring the dungeoneers to do their worst…a task for which the men in Karok’s command were uniquely and eagerly suited. 

But despite all of the knight’s spectacular attributes — his almost impossibly handsome face, a massively muscular body out of legend, and a colossal cock whose bulbous, foreskin-hooded tip was even now tapping him in the middle of his prodigious chest — his crowning glory was nestled in the huge, baggy scrotum dangling so heavily between his massively muscled legs. 

The knight’s gargantuan testicles could only be described as titanic. Even likening them to bull’s balls did them a disservice, as the knight’s goliath gonads were even bigger than the mighty testes hanging from the Duke’s prized stud bull. Each mighty orb was bigger than two men’s fists clasped together, and hung extraordinarily low in their massive sac. It was no wonder that the young knight was built far, far bigger than any other man alive, for with testes as monstrously massive as these, his manhood was beyond compare. 

Karok had made sure to pay special attention to the knight’s colossal nuts. The handsome warrior’s beyond-bullish balls had been captured in a hellishly clever device called the Stone Screws, which first spread the nuts taut and shiny in the very bottom of their sac, more than half a foot from his straining crotch, and then trapped them in separate sharp-studded bar vises that could be tightened individually. Additionally, the Screws had a ring to which was attached a stout chain. Currently, this chain had been run over a hitching bar, and several hundredweight of iron plates had been hung from the other end, stretching the powerful paladin’s prodigious plums several MORE inches from their muscular crotch. Though the titanic testes looked like they had been stretched to their utter limit, Karok believed that they might yet be able to carry even more weight, and so had stacked more iron plates off to the side for later use. 

The Torture Master had slowly tightened both of the Stone Screws, gradually crushing the studded bars down across the center of each goliath nut. The duet of unbelievably enormous man eggs had soon begun to appear like a quartet of still-oversized human gonads, each segment of ball meat still larger than any PAIR of man balls the torturers had ever seen before. But the mighty knight refused to cry out. In fact, the only thing that escaped his lips were curses growled through gritted teeth. Eventually, Karok had tightened the Screws down as far as he dared, nearly bisecting the gargantuan balls, and STILL the heroic warrior would not bellow or cry out in pain. The Torture Master feared that any additional tightening of the Screws could result in the rupturing and destruction of the knight’s massive balls, an unthinkable result so very early in the young man’s torture. Karok and his minions had to therefore resort to other means to break their herculean prisoner. 

Karok and his men began to amuse themselves by sticking large bead-headed pins into the giant’s muscular flesh, particularly in the most tender areas of his massive body. They started by skewering his fat, sovereign-sized paps, then moved on to his deep, hairy, muscular armpits. His colossal cock followed, with pins speared into the astonishingly thick cum tube running up the underbelly of that gigantic beast, more pins inserted into the flaring coronal ridge of his apple-sized glans, and even more pins thrust into the unusually tough meat of the tremendously thick shaft and bulbous head. With such a vast acreage of man meat at their disposal, the dungeoneers were able to insert several hundred pins into the knight’s quivering cock, and still leave room for many hundreds more. 

The Torture Master then took red-hot pokers heated in a blazing brazier, and touched the glowing tips of the pokers to these bead-headed pins, heating up the pins and scorching and searing the flesh of the achingly handsome muscle man. 

Yet still the dungeoneers were disappointed. Any other guest would have screamed or ejaculated (or both!) from a tenth of the abuse that had already been heaped upon the young man, but the stoic cavalier refused to do either. It wasn’t that the young warrior was unfeeling; in fact, just the opposite was true. His utterly massive muscles were constantly flexing and straining against his heavy iron bonds, bulging heroically as he struggled in vain to free himself from his mounting agony. The pain was obvious on the young man’s breathtakingly handsome face as well, for his eyes were screwed shut, his powerful jaw tightly clenched, and his handsome brow deeply furrowed. Additionally, a sheen of manly sweat covered his bare and unspeakably brawny body, causing his gigantic muscles to gleam in the ruddy light of the many torches and fire pits that lit the stone chamber. 

The knight’s almighty cock was also showing evidence of the extreme strain the young man was enduring. The gnarled veins that ran up and down the fantastically thick cock shaft were bulging so hard that they looked like they might burst right through the overstretched skin, and the magnificent glans was so bloated and purple that it looked like it might explode. The monumental, quivering member was pulsing with every one of the knight’s thunderous heart beats, and an unceasing stream of dewy pre-seed flowed down the colossal length of his massive member in clear slick rivers. 

There was no doubt the the heroic paladin was holding back his churning, boiling load by sheer force of his tremendous will, but that even his mighty endurance was waning. Karok knew that it wouldn’t take too much more to make the warrior blow his long-overdue load — the first of many, many loads that the Dungeoneer intended to torture from the young muscle bull’s loins. And with testicles as freakishly and monstrously oversized as these, Karok knew that the young man’s cum load would be something out of legend. 

The Torture Master had thus far avoided puncturing the prisoner’s seed-pods with the metal pins. Karok had feared that any further abuse of the viciously crushed man eggs might cause them to finally lose their battle with the Stone Screws and burst asunder. But his lustful need to break the defiant warrior to his will overwhelmed any sense of caution, and Karok decided to harpoon the young man’s balls anyway. 

Karok picked up a great pin that was larger than any of the others he had thus far used. The pin was still a slender length of metal with a beaded head, but it measured half a foot in length, twice as long as the other pins. He gently pushed the sharp end against the reddish-purple skin of one of the huge bulging sub-nuts. Slowly and steadily he pressed, causing the metal to make a deeper and deeper indentation against the straining wall of the surprisingly tough and fibrous nut. The pin suddenly popped through the stretched skin and hardened outer wall of the mammoth orb, causing the hunky prisoner to make a small grunt of pain as a small bead of blood welled up from the tiny wound. 

With exquisite slowness and almost loving touch, Karok pressed the pin even more, driving the slender metal spear into the very heart of the young man’s delicate testicular tissues. The young man’s entire body flexed spectacularly as he fought the searing agony of his mammoth nut being slowly skewered on the long metal spike. Karok finally felt the pin hit the wood on the far side of the punctured nut segment. Barely an inch of the pin was still exposed on the top side of that mighty gland, further evidence of the impossibly thick meatiness of just HALF of one of the knight’s behemoth bollocks. 

Karok picked up a fresh brand from the brazier, a close-lipped grin spreading across his face, and touched the red-hot poker to the beaded head of the pin. As the heat was transferred from the hot iron to the slender pin, the small upwelling of blood sizzled as the wound was cauterized. The powerful prisoner tensed and flexed even harder than before, a low growl rumbling in his massive chest, but still he refused to cry out. His gargantuan cock gave a mighty lurch, though, his studly staff quivering even harder as the dewy stream increased in volume. 

The smell of singed flesh filled the air, and the dungeoneers began to salivate at the delicious scent of cooked nut meat. 

Grinning wider, the Torture Master returned the poker to the coals, then took a second pin and slowly inserted it in another scrotal segment. Another bead of blood appeared, and another grunt was torn from the knight’s huge lungs, bigger than the last. 

Karok took back the poker and heated the second pin head, causing the knight to thrash even harder than before, giving out an even louder groan of pain, which soon turned into a half moan. The mighty horse cock twitched even more and the thick, clear stream was now a freshet.

The beaming Karok took a third pin and repeated the process in a third portion, slowly harpooning the massive nut segment and then heating the pin with a poker. 

The bound muscle giant moaned louder and gasped once, twice, three times. He writhed mightily against his chains. His enormous staff seemed to be swelling even larger still, if that was possible, and it twitched wildly, the freshet becoming a flood.

But still the iron-willed paladin stoically resisted, bravely battling the inevitable.

With lips pulled back in a wolfish grimace, Karok grabbed a fourth pin and isolated the last untouched bulge of nut meat. But instead of slowly inserting this fourth pin, Karok jammed the pin through the young man’s ball segment with one violent thrust, burying it almost to the hilt in the warrior’s tortured nut flesh. 

The knight’s response was extraordinary. Every one of his monumentally massive muscles bulged in fantastic relief, and Karok feared for a moment that the mighty warrior might actually succeed in breaking his fire-forged iron chains! It was the single most spectacularly powerful and masculine sight that any of the men had ever seen! The prisoner began grunting continually, deep and throatily, his baritone voice grown husky. He bobbed his handsome head back and forth with increasing vigor, as though trying to bang it against something. He pounded his huge fists against Old Oakheart and pulled mightily at his chains, but his restraints held fast. His powerful feet likewise kicked against his fetters, but again to no avail. 

His truly monstrous member was vibrating, flailing its thick, clear rope all about like some great drooling beast. What had been a puddle and then a pool of lust honey on the young man’s torso, the table, and the floor was now becoming a slick and sticky sea.

Laughing, the Torture Master again took up the poker. Slowly and deliberately he moved the red-hot iron toward its target. And then, just before the two pieces of metal touched, he hesitated.

Oh, if only he could make this delicious torment last so that he could savor it forever!

In just another moment, he knew this heroic, herculean, sweating, stinking prisoner would at last be broken, bellowing like the pain-and-lust maddened beast he now was, and that he would spew a volcanic eruption of manly warrior cum unlike anything he had seen before. He knew that the thick, chunky, creamy seed would blast high and far across Karok’s wonderful studio of suffering, his beloved chamber of pain! No doubt the first of countless loads that would be tortured out of the young knight’s mighty loins in the hours and days ahead, before his magnificent man parts were finally mauled and mangled into uselessness. 

And then he touched the poker to the pinhead. 

Bull Balls at the Bar - Original Version

Here is the original version of last week's posting...


Bull Balls at the Bar 

Down at the local tavern there is a guy who drinks, gets drunk and shoots his mouth off often. His name… Bull O'Neil. He is, as his name would imply, a fiery Irishman with a temper and drinking disposition to top them all. He is known to frequent a local bar several times a week, mostly on weekends. Drinking is Bulls specialty. Several bottles of beer are downed with whiskey chasers starting about 4:00 in the afternoon. Bull is a large man with masculine features like the Marlboro man in many ways. At 6'5" and 275 lbs. he rarely gets fight invitations or a second look while at his cockiest. His crew-cut brown hair and massive muscular build make him pretty intimidating. 
Two of his overwhelming characteristics, a big mouth and a thick cock with two meatball sized nuts. Everyone at the bar knows this because on many occasions he bets someone, a guy or a girl, one thing or another to show them off. A favorite bet of his he calls "Rack 'em". While playing pool with someone, Bull will unzip is pants and pull out his balls then place them in a corner pocket. He will then challenge the opponent with a $100 wager that he can take a slam to balls created by a cue ball launched from across the table. The player is to hit the cue ball as hard as they can to the corner pocket and slam into his awaiting nuts. If he passes out, the challenger wins the hundred bucks. If he does not, he wins it. 
Another bet is with women. He would bet them that they couldn't stuff the head of his cock into their mouths A hundred bucks was on the line if they could do it. As forward as it sounds he got a lot of replies based on his reputation as having a thick stick. Most hoped he would offer the wager just to see or try sucking on his massive rod. If they couldn't do it they would have to give him head as best they can until he shot his sticky cum on their faces. As a loyal member of the bar myself, I have seen these bets performed several times, always with Bull standing to collect the cash. The bar where I visit is a small dimly lit hole like you would expect in the downtown district. The customers range from local ironworkers to firemen and blue collar. Bull fancies women and gets in a handful of ass when he chooses, even if she belongs to a nearby boyfriend.
One night a beautiful blond walks in and sits at the bar. Busy playing pool, Bull spots the young thing, sets his stick down on the table and proceeds towards her. Rebecca is her name. She just took a job at the local mill in the shipping department. Tonight is the first time in the bar even though she has heard of the strange tales that come from it. The ones about the big Bull. As Bull approaches Rebecca looks away not to appear interested in the hunk of man just feet from her. 
He asks gruffly, "Hey baby, what's a hot blonde like you doing in a place like this?" Bull was not known for his lightning wit or impressive one-liners. Rebecca turns slowly to him and mentions she would like to play some pool if some guy had the balls to challenge her. 
You know that these are magical words for the tough man and he yells into the pool area, "CLEAR A TABLE... I'm gonna play!" Rebecca, leaving her purse behind, walks to the pool table, now available. Bull sets up the game and invites his new challenger to break. 
"I like to break the balls," she belts so everyone can hear. This makes the locals keep an eager eye on their game and Bull’s nuts to churn in excitement. She aims the cue carefully and slams it into the rack making the balls scatter across the whole table. A stripe and solid go into pockets at the same time. 
Bull is impressed and walks up behind Rebecca and whispers, "Nice break, I like the way you rack the balls," as he massages her firm rear end. 
"You like that..." she replies, "then you will probably love this..." as she positions the butt-end of her pool stick between Bull's legs leaning it against the table. The next move was impressive; she leaned forward on the cue and leveraged the tail end up into his groin. A dull thud was heard and his hand dropped from her ass and he grunted lightly. Rebecca went on to the next shot as if this happened all the time. Bull's look of frustration and curiosity made him want more. Shot after shot Rebecca slowly set up the billiard balls and slowly cleared the table. 
"How about another game big boy?" Rebecca howled to the loser. He nodded and she waited as he set up for the next game. Bull left to get a pitcher of beer, as he would need it if she were to keep beating him at pool. When he returned with two glasses and the brew, Rebecca had missed the third shot and the table was open. As Bull walked up to the table Rebecca met him and put her hand on his protruding bulge in his crotch and squeezing lightly. 
"I like playing with balls," she says softly. 
Bull's cock was on the rise as he replies back to her, "Try squeezing harder, I like it rough." Throughout the game each player took turns at the table and exchanging grabs and feels when they felt the urge. Rebecca was squeezing Bulls meatballs harder each time she walked past enjoying the feel of massive ball mass pressured in her grip. Bull was enjoying all of it and encouraged her to do more one time by stuffing her hand down the front of his jeans. She could feel the two hot orbs pressing against his jeans. She would hold one ball at a time in her hand and grip down with more and more pressure until she saw a motion form Bull that he could feel what she was doing. 
This went on for some time as Rebecca worked his nuts back and forth. The time came finally on the 5th or 6th pitcher and the 10 or 11 game when Bull unzipped his pants and placed his balls into the corner pocket, place a $100 dollar bill on the table and barked the challenge. The rest of the bar gathered around for this one. Most of us have never heard a girl much less a guy break a rack like she could. 
Rebecca accepted the offer and snapped back, "Why don't you pull out your cock too... an extra hundred bucks says I can make you cum as well.” Shucks, this had to be the boldest counter-offer he had heard yet. “So what the hell,” he thinks, and tugs on his member to enter the evening air. It hung there in all its glory. Some girls sighed and others giggled as his manhood dangled down into the pocket and began to rise to the occasion. 
"Ready when you are!" he bellowed. Rebecca set the cue ball in the far corner pocket for distance. She was pacing herself watching Bull's cock slowly rise making his dangling jewels come into view. She stretched her arm way back, slowly studying the shot and snapped forward with a powerful swing. The cue ball raced across the table and hit the targets dead on. "SMACK" rang out around the bar. Everybody was watching and waiting for the result. After a few moments Bull's eyes rolled up and he coughed, staggered back and fell onto the floor... passed out!
Rebecca got half of her wager with one swift shot. Determined to collect the second she motioned a couple of guys to pick him up and stand him next to the table as he was before. When they finally propped him up she took his now swelling balls and placed them into the pocket, one on top of the other. 
As Bull started to come to she stepped up to him closely and said "I heard you had the biggest balls in town, and I always wanted to bust the biggest pair I could find." As he became more conscious, she said, “Well, let's collect on the second half of the bet..." Rebecca reached for the eight ball and used it to stuff the enormous nuts of this proud man into the corner pocket. The crowd went wild as cheers from the guys and girls shout at random. As she pushes down on his ever-aching balls his cock comes partially to life and arcs over her hand pointing at the tabletop. He starts to groan a low tone as his head falls back and his back arches away from her torturous hands. Rebecca leans in with increasing pressure until his groans become more audible and thick cum starts to drool from the bulbous head of his cock, down the thick shaft and onto the table. 
"That's it!" she proclaims and takes the last hundred from the table edge and leaves the black ball on-top as a memento. Rebecca downs the last of her beer as a couple of guys around the table become interested in the situation. They decide to move Bull over to the end of the table and rest his balls on the green felt against the back rail. Two guys hold him as others form a line to take shots at his exposed and completely vulnerable balls. 
The first guy takes a shot firing the three-ball into his leathery ball sack. THUD! The sound is heard as the ball crashes into both of his nuts making a spurt of cum jump from Bull’s cock. The guys are really getting into this trying to outdo the last guy by making the white jets spurt farther and farther from the source. One of the guys got a 'three-footer' he was declared the winner as the guys holding Bull couldn't keep him up. 

Rebecca smiled while looking at the mess of cum all over the pool table. She thought to herself as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Another set of busted balls to add to her collection and a notch on her garter belt.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Bull Balls at the Bar - Jayse Version

Greetings everyone! Once again, I'm falling behind on my posts, so please forgive me. Here's a story that I revamps and expanded in late 2016 - I hope you enjoy it! :D


Bull Balls at the Bar
Based on an original story by Ballbasher69

Down at my local tavern, there’s this big guy who drinks, gets drunks, and shoots his mouth off all the time. And no one can do a damn thing about it cuz he’s an enormous monster of muscle, and everyone is intimidated by him! 

His name is Bull O’Neil, and as his last name would imply, he’s a fiery Irishman with a big temper and an even bigger disposition toward drinking. (Incidentally, no one knows what Bull’s real first name is; hell, it might really be “Bull”!) He’s at the bar at least several times a week, downing enough beers and whiskey chasers to incapacitate an elephant, but rarely - if ever - showing any signs of actually being drunk. And that’s probably because the guy is just so insanely huge that he can absorb as much booze as he can guzzle down into his muscular gut. 

Bull is by far the biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s very tall — about 6’5” — with a huge frame and very broad shoulders. And he’d need to be that big to carry as much muscle mass as he does. There was a betting pool about a year back to guess the guy’s weight. The guy is built unbelievably huge and solid and thick everywhere. Even his waist is thick and muscular, despite the fact that there’s not an ounce of fat on the guy. So we all guessed high, some of us even putting out what we thought were some pretty ridiculous numbers, but in the end no one came close to his actual weight, which was a monstrous 369 pounds! Of course, he’s gotten even bigger since then… 

The huge muscle beast is in his late 20’s, and cocky as hell. But then again, I guess he has every right to be. His mammoth musculature is pretty damn awesome, and though he’s as arrogant and belligerent as they get, he very rarely gets into fights. I mean, just one punch from those massive guns of his (recently measured in another bar bet at a phenomenal 26.5 inches - cold!) wouldn’t just knock a man down, it would likely kill them! Who wants to go toe-to-toe with a guy who could palm your skull and crush it with ease?! So he just throws his weight around - literally - and the rest of the guys in the bar just cower in submission. 

Even worse, the guy is just ridiculously handsome, with intensely masculine, square-cut features that are simultaneously rugged and beautiful. You know the kind, those very rare lucky studs who look like a comic book super hero, with the square jaw line and powerful chin. He’s also got these stunning blue eyes that can see right through you, and a thick mop of blond hair worn short on top and cropped on the sides and back. Yeah, Bull is as alpha male as they come, and though all of us guys resent and fear the guy, I think we’re all more than a little bit jealous of him too. 

And that’s all completely independent of the fact that Bull is also hung bigger than I would have thought humanly possible. 

Yeah, that’s right — on top of everything else, Bull is also hung like some sort of prehistoric beast, possessing a gigantic set of cock and balls that would look big even on the animal from which he gets his name. His schlong is just fucking huge, a giant dangling limb of male meat that measures just over 10 inches long when completely soft, and is thicker than most men’s forearms. When hard, his mighty column of flesh rears up to what has GOT to be a record-breaking 14.5 inches of the hardest, thickest, fattest, veiniest human cock in history! And the huge set of meatballs hanging below that monument to manhood are, if anything, even MORE impressive! Bull’s got a set of cajones on him that would make the biggest Brahma bull cry. They’re bigger than softballs, bigger than ripe grapefruit, and almost as big as the guy’s own enormous, ham hock fists!! 

The reason why we’re all intimately aware of the gargantuan size of Bull’s big male junk is because the dude whips it out every damn chance he gets! He’s always taking bets with both guys and girls that result in him showing off his goliath goods. One of his favorite bets is a game he likes to call “Rack ‘Em”. He’ll be playing pool with someone and will then suddenly unzip his pants, haul out his meaty genitals, and stuff his big balls into the corner pocket. The great spherical mass of his nutsac is too big to fit comfortably inside the big pocket, so he always has to stuff and deform his huge balls to get them in there, but he doesn’t seem to mind the rough ball play in the slightest. Once his impossibly fat nuts are crammed into the pocket, Bull will then challenge his opponent with a $100 wager that he can take a slam to the balls from a cue ball launched from across the table and remain standing. The opponent is invited to hit the cue ball as hard as they can into the corner pocket and slam it into his awaiting nuts. If Bull drops to his knees, then his opponent wins, but if he stays standing, then he wins. 

Bull has never lost a game of “Rack ‘Em”. The dude is incredibly tough, I have to give him that, as I’ve seen that cue ball collide with his mammoth gonads with enough force that any other man would be crumpled on the floor, cradling his broken nuts and sobbing in agony. But not this huge muscle stud! He rarely even flinches when the cue ball crashes into his meaty ‘nads, and I’ve only heard him grunt on impact a couple of times. And even on those occasions, I strongly suspect that he was letting out a grunt of pleasure, not pain, as I think the huge muscle hulk actually gets off on having his behemoth balls bashed! 

Another one of his favorite bets is one that he does only with women. He’ll bet them that they can’t stuff the head of his hard cock into their mouths, with $100 on the line if they can do it. As forward as it sounds, he gets a lot of replies based on his reputation as having the biggest and thickest dick in town, as well as his reputation as being an all-around stud. Hell, I think most women agree to the bet as it gives them a chance to touch, lick, and suck on the biggest cock they’ll ever hope to see! Because even if they lose the bet, their “punishment” is to give Bull head as best that they can until he shoots his mammoth cumload all over their faces. 

Even soft, it would be a herculean effort to fit Bull’s apple-sized cock head into your mouth. But when he’s hard, it’s downright impossible! When bloated to full size, Bull’s gigantic cock head swells to the size of a softball, a size far too big to fit into anyone’s mouth. And the colossal, tubular, vein-gnarled shaft behind that massive head is even THICKER! Needless to say, Bull has never lost this bet either, and sometimes as much as five or six women in one night will have their faces and chest shellacked by the stud’s superhuman-sized load, each happily losing their bet against the huge muscle stud. 

I guess that was a consolation for some of us, though. Seeing Bull’s titanic cock in all of its rampant glory was visual proof that the huge and annoyingly handsome stud simply HAD to be a virgin. The big guy could have - and frequently got - any woman he wanted, even women who came to the bar with their boyfriends or their husbands. When he got them home, though, they might jerk off his cock or tittie fuck his huge meat, but one thing was for certain, he never fucked them. There wasn’t an orifice on the human body built large enough to contain the phenomenal girth that was Bull’s horse cock! Heck, maybe that was why he was such an asshole all of the time — he was frustrated because he’d never been able to fuck anyone in his entire life, and he never would! You could almost pity the big guy for that… 

Anyway, Bull had been a fixture at the bar for several years now. The bar catered to a very blue collar crowd, ranging from steel workers to firemen to construction workers. It was a very masculine, tough guy crowd, but there was no question that Bull was the biggest, manliest stud of them all, and everyone gave him a wide berth. 

Until last night…


Last Saturday night was hot and sticky, even for August, and the bar was even more crowded than usual by folks trying to cool off with a couple of ice cold beers. Bull was there, of course, just as cocky and arrogant as ever. He was wearing blue jeans that seemed to almost audibly groan at the effort of trying to contain his massively muscular thighs and huge ass, not to mention the colossal bulge of his crotch. His pale gray t-shirt may have been an XXXXL, but it was still several sizes too small for him, and clung to his enormous muscles like a second skin. Every gigantic swell and graceful curve of his fantastically muscular body was on clear display, and even the straightest guys in the bar had a hard time keeping their eyes off of his spectacular frame. 

Due to the heat in the place, the armpits of Bull’s straining shirt were stained dark gray with the stud’s heavy sweat. The guy clearly hadn’t bothered to use any sort of antiperspirant that day, as the sweat was just pouring out of his deep and muscular pits. The stud’s heady odor filled the space around him, but it wasn’t some sort of horrible reek. If I’m being honest, then I’ve got to admit that the huge stud smelled good. Amazing, in fact. Like his body was pumping out pheromones that worked on both sexes at the same time. It was a smell that was rich and heavy and 100% male, and promised rough sex and brutal, overwhelming power. 

It was still early, maybe only 8 o’clock or so, when she stepped in. Rebecca was her name, and she was one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen. Tall and leggy and breathtakingly beautiful. She was young, mid 20’s at the most, and had thick blond hair that cascaded down her back in beautiful waves. Even though she was in blue jeans and a t-shirt, the standard attire for a bar like this, there was an elegance and poise about her that made all of the other women in the place look underdressed. She commanded attention from the very moment she stepped into the place. 

Along with half the rest of the dive, I stared at her as she made her way to the bar and ordered a beer. She smiled at the bartender, and I swear her smile made her even more spectacularly beautiful! The poor guy behind the bar was little more than a kid, a handsome young guy with dark brown hair and puppy dog eyes, and I could see how flustered the poor lad was as he spoke with this beautiful creature. Hell, even from a dozen feet away, I could see the huge boner that he’d sprung in his pants, and the way he was trying to hide it behind the bar. The handsome kid was surprisingly big, though, and so hiding his rampant cock was proving to be a losing proposition. 

I could overhear her small talk with the stammering young lad, and that’s how I learned that her name was Rebecca and that she’d just moved to town and taken a finance job at the local mill. She said that she’d heard some interesting stories about this bar, and that she wanted to check them out. In particular, she was interested in the stories about a man named Bull, and whether or not those stories were actually true. 

Meanwhile, Bull had also noticed the gorgeous young woman and had strutted his way across the room. Men automatically got out of his way, as everyone was accustomed to the fact that Bull didn’t make way for anyone — if you didn’t get out of his path, then he’d just effortlessly knock you over with his colossal, unstoppable bulk without giving it a second thought. In only about a dozen long-legged strides, the grinning hulk was standing right behind the young lady, listening to her asking questions about him. For her part, Rebecca didn’t seem to notice the massive presence looming behind her, a massively muscular stud that was easily three times her weight. But I strongly suspect that she knew he was there all along, and was purposely asking questions about him so that he could hear. 

Bull interrupted the obviously love-struck bartender to say, “Hey baby! What’s a hot piece of ass like you doing in a place like this?” Bull was obviously not know for his lightning wit or his impressive one liners. 

Rebecca slowly turned around and casually looked the huge muscle man up and down, with an aloof air like she was appraising a car or a refrigerator, or perhaps even a piece of prime livestock. And not looking the least bit impressed, she said out loud to the room that she would like to play some pool, if some guy had the balls to challenge her. 

You know that these were magical words for the big tough guy, and he bellowed in his rich baritone, “Clear a table for this pretty lady!” The group of off-duty firemen who had been in the midst of a game immediately stepped back from the table, obeying Bull’s command and also very curious to see what this beautiful young woman would do. 

Bull opened one of his monumentally muscular arms wide toward the pool table as an invitation, and Rebecca casually walked to the table. Mine were among at least a hundred pairs of eyes that were glued to her gorgeous ass as she gracefully sauntered to the pool table, mesmerized by her sheer beauty. Bull’s hungry blues drank in her form as well, though in a far more predatory manner than the rest of us. Oh yeah, there’s was no question that Bull wanted to claim this gorgeous young woman as his prize! 

Bull followed Rebecca to the pool table, and then watched with his big hands on his hips as she racked up all of the balls and set up the table. It quickly became clear that the young woman was largely ignoring the young muscle beast, which only served to turn him on more…which was no doubt her intension. Women normally threw themselves at Bull, so to have a stunningly beautiful young woman play aloof and hard to get was really pushing the guy’s buttons in a big way. 

After setting up the table, Rebecca grabbed a pool stick, chalked it up, and then said to the room at large, “I like to break balls.” You could almost SEE the fires of lust blazing even brighter in Bull’s blue eyes. She aimed her cue carefully, taking a few slow practice jabs, and then slammed it with impressive force into the cue ball. The white ball streaked across the table and slammed with a loud CLACK!! into the rest of the balls, scattering the other balls across the table. A stripe and a solid landed into separate pockets at the same time. 

Bull was clearly impressed, and walked up behind Rebecca and loudly whispered, “Nice break, gorgeous! I really like the way you rack the balls.” Then his right hand grabbed her firm rear end, cupping almost an entire butt cheek in his huge paw, as he gently squeezed and massaged her shapely butt. 

Rebecca hardly seemed to notice his groping hand as she replied, “Oh, if you like that, then you’ll probably love this.” She then positioned the butt end of her pool stick between Bull’s thick, thick thighs and leaned forward onto the table. In an impressive move, she then forcefully brought the pool stick to horizontal, leveraging up the thick tail end right into the stud’s tightly-packed groin. The dull meaty THUD!! of solid wood striking dense nut flesh could be heard clear across the room, and a surprised Bull dropped his hand away from Rebecca’s ass as his mind registered the blow to his balls. Just about any other man would be bent double and puking up his lunch after a crushing nut blow like that, but big Bull just grunted lightly and arched one of his eyebrows in surprise. He seemed to consider the beautiful woman in front of him more closely, and a slow smile spread across his handsome face. Oh yes, he must have thought — here was an opponent worthy of my time! 

Bull’s attention never wavered as he watched Rebecca quickly and expertly sink shot after shot into the side and corner pockets, rapidly clearing the table of every billiard ball without giving anyone else a chance to play. The huge man’s curiosity and interest only increased as he took in her obvious skill at the pool table. 

As she sank the cue ball into a corner pocket, ending the completely one-sided game, she flashed the crowd a devastating smile and teased, “How about another game, big boy?” 

Bull grinned in return, and then strutted over to the bar to get a pitcher of beer and two glasses. By the time he got back to the table, Rebecca had racked the balls up again and was about to start her second game. She once again struck the cue ball with astonishing force, scattering balls in all directions. This time, however, she failed to sink a ball on her third shot, finally opening up the game to Bull. She fearlessly walked up to the big man and met his cool blue eyes for the first time, taking one of the glasses of beer offered from his huge hand. And with her free hand, she gently cupped the underside of his protruding crotch bulge (or at least as much of that man meat as she could with her delicate, dainty hand) and squeezed lightly. 

“I like playing with balls,” she said in her soft, sultry voice. Damn, I’m pretty sure more than one guy in the bar shot his load then and there! 

Bull’s own huge clock was clearly on the rise as well, making an ever lengthening and thickening swell in his already overstuffed pants. He grinned down at the beautiful young woman, brimming with masculine confidence, and said, “Try squeezing harder. I like it rough.” 

And so their overt flirtation began. Just about every person in the bar gathered around the pool table to watch the two play their game of pool, as well as their game of teasing and seduction. Throughout the pool game, both players took turns exchanging ever more forward and sexual grabs and feels, rubbing their bodies past each other and teasing the crowd as much as they teased each other. Rebecca was squeezing Bull’s goliath gonads harder and harder each time she walked past him, clearly enjoying the feel of his mammoth ball mass pressured in her strong grip. Bull was just as clearly enjoying all of the attention, and encouraged her to crush his nuts even harder by thrusting his power-packed groin into her hands each time the walked past each other. 

It was a disgusting display on unbridled male lust, really. Or it would have been disgusting if both Bull and Rebecca hadn’t been utter paragons of their respective genders. As it was, the mating display we were all watching was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen in my life, and my own cock was rock hard and steadily leaking into my pants. 

At one point, Bull forcefully grabbed Rebecca’s ridiculously smaller hand and thrust it down the front of his jeans. It was a tight fit with all of that bloated cock and ball meat already stretching that denim to the max, but the lithe young goddess stroked her fingers over the silky smooth surfaces of both magnificent bollocks. She could no longer keep up the pretense that she wasn’t awestruck by the sheer monumental SIZE of the muscle man’s humongous balls, and she cupped first one ball and then the other, clearly trying to wrap her head around the unreal mass of the man’s world class testicles. 

Rebecca met the stud’s cocky grin and arrogant stare with a smirking glare of her own, as she started squeezing each ball one at a time, back and forth, using greater and greater pressure each time. She could only grip a fraction of each mammoth ball at a time, of course, but she had astonishingly strong hands, and her fingers were able to dig impressively deep into the stud’s dense ball flesh with each brutal squeeze. 

Bull’s handsome face betrayed nothing as she squeeze each nut again and again, harder and harder, really putting all of her impressive strength behind each nut-wrenching squeeze. Soon, all pretense of playing the pool game was left behind as Rebecca dropped her pool stick and shoved her other hand down Bull’s pants, letting her squeeze BOTH of his balls at the same time! 

Minute after minute of this brutal ball abuse went by, and all of us guys in the crowd were flinching and moaning in sympathy for the agony that must have been shooting through Bull’s behemoth bollocks. But the huge muscle guy proved once again that he was a tough fucking bastard, as he endured every nut-busting squeeze and wrench and twist of his balls with cocky stoicism. 

After about 10 minutes of this nut torture, abuse that would have burst another man’s balls a dozen times over, Bull finally started showing the slightest signs that even his mighty lug nuts might have an endurance limit. First it was some minor flinching around his eyes. Then his ridiculously powerful jaw started to clench, his jaw muscles rippling as he fought harder and harder to not groan in pain. Finally, a low and guttural growl could be heard coming out from behind his clenched teeth, the big guy no longer able to hide the fact that Rebecca’s strong fingers were working over his bulging bollocks something fierce. 

This nut play went on and on for a good long while, until Bull finally let out a loud shout and all but ripped open the front of his packed jeans. Rebecca stumbled back a step or two in response, releasing her death grip on the guy’s tortured jewels. But it was immediately obvious that Bull wasn’t yelling in pain — he was getting more and more overcome with lust. The huge stud hauled his enormous bollocks out of his underwear and let them dangle in the open air, looking even more breathtakingly massive than ever. I could see that the normally pale pink skin of his smooth ballsac was now glowing a bright red, visible proof of the rough mauling they’d just received at the hands of the petite young blond. But those titanic testicles were clearly none the worse for wear, as they looked as bloated and powerful as ever, and eager to pump out yet another of the stud’s signature earth shattering cum loads. 

The huge muscle man stomped over to the nearest corner of the pool table and plopped his enormous ballsac on top of one of the pockets. His gargantuan nuts looked even bigger than usual, swollen either because of their heavy load or all of the recent abuse, or perhaps both. Bull used both hands to roughly compress the sides of that titanic sac to force both balls partway into the table pocket, really distorting those huge rubbery orbs and cramming them hard with his thick, blunt fingers, but soon he had them secured in place. 

He then took a $100 bill out of his back pocket and placed on the side of the table — the same $100 bill that he’d used for all of his bets, as far as I could tell — and bellowed his usual challenge to the crowd. He declared a game of “Rack ‘Em”, and said that he’d give $100 to any man — or woman — how could get him to drop to his knees from a cue ball to the nuts. 

The crowd had been talking and murmuring constantly during the earlier part of their game, but now a hush fell over the bar’s patrons. All eyes turned to the gorgeous young blond to see if she would take up the challenge. Most of us had never seen a guy — let alone a girl — break a racked set of billiard balls like this young lady had done, and we were all eager to see her take a whack at Bull’s huge bollocks. 

Rebecca seemed to consider the offer and then shot back, “Tell you what, big boy. Let’s make it double or nothing. You pull out that big fat cock of yours, too, and I win an extra hundred dollars if I can make you cum as well.” 

This was the boldest counter offer we’d ever heard, and I could tell that it turned Bull on, as I could see his mammoth cock lurch in his meat-packed pants. Hell, I think the huge stud almost came at the very mention of Rebecca’s offer! The herculean hulk flashed a dazzling grin of his own as he shoved one hand deep in his pants in an effort to haul out his massive fuck stick. Of course, that huge slab of beef was now beyond rock hard and snaking down his right pant leg almost all the way to the stud’s fucking KNEE, so it took considerable effort and not a small amount of cock-bending pain, but eventually Bull worked his huge member free. 

His mighty cock heaved upward and slammed into his muscular abdomen with a beefy slap, and we all once again marveled at the utterly spectacular size of his enormous penis. Its length was phenomenal, nearly 15 inches of prime, 100% Grade AAA stud cock, stretching upward almost to the colossal overhang of the guy’s mammoth swollen pecs. But it was the ungodly GIRTH of that massive battering ram of a cock that really took the prize, for it was so unimaginably thick and wide that it almost made his cock look stout in comparison to the length. I certainly hoped that Rebecca didn’t challenge Bull to any sort of sucking or fucking contest, as the dude’s mighty man meat would no doubt rip her apart!! 

Bull’s titanic cock pulsed and throbbed in eager anticipation as it hovered proud and protective over his colossal testicles, now firmly wedged into the corner pocket of the pool table. The huge muscle man possessed unspeakable masculine power, and he was now displaying it for the whole world to see, daring the petite blond to do her worst to him. 

“I’m ready when you are, babe,” Bull said in his cockiest and most arrogant voice, a confident, shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face. 

Rebecca calmly set the white cue ball in front of the far corner pocket for maximum distance. She was clearly not in any hurry, and her every movement was steady and completely controlled. She grabbed a fresh pool stick, thoroughly chalked its tip, and then lined up her shot. The raucous cheers and cat calls from the audience quickly died down as the beautiful young woman focused on her shot. She brought the pool stick back three or four times, practicing her aim, and then brought her right arm as far back as it would go. Time paused for an eternity as she took final aim, and then her arm snapped forward with incredible speed. 


The pool stick connected so hard with the cue ball that I would not have been surprised if the stick itself shattered into splinters. The cue ball raced across the green felt of the table with such amazing speed that it was little more than a white blur. Rebecca’s aim was true, for the cue ball struck right in the middle of the stud’s huge sac, directly into the seam separating his right ball from his left. 


It was well known that Bull’s behemoth balls weren’t just inhumanly large, but unnaturally dense as well. It took a great deal of force and power just to dent the incredibly tough and durable outer walls of those massive gonads. Bull easily had the strength to do so, as so recently evidenced by the way he mauled and deformed his own bull gonads in order to fit them into the corner pocket. But few others had ever managed to even dimple the surface of those huge stud nuts. 

Rebecca’s billiard ball collided with such overwhelming force into Bull’s huge gonads, however, that it buried itself more than halfway into his traumatized testicular tissues!! In fact, the cue ball actually lodged itself in Bull’s huge nuts for several long and agonizing moments, before finally plopping back onto the table and allowing the stud’s injured nuts to rebound back to their normal shape. 

The look on Bull’s handsome face said it all. His eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped open in shock and surprise, but not a sound escaped his lips. He just stood there stock still for several long seconds, and we all wondered if this titanic stack of muscles would be able to remain standing after such a devastating blow to his nuts. But then his stunning blue eyes crossed, and we knew it was all over for the previously undefeated stud. 

Bull began to topple backwards like some mighty tree felled in the forest, falling over in epic slow motion. His behemoth balls remained trapped in the corner pocket, however, and so his thick, hairless scrotum started stretching out like some huge rubber band. Those fleshy cords and cables connecting his mammoth bollocks to his massive body must have been just as ferociously tough as the rest of him, however, for his toppling descent actually began to slow. His balls were quickly stretched to 5 inches, then 6, slowing down, then 7 inches, slowing even further, and finally stretching to a phenomenal 8 inches! Then Bull’s fall ceased, halted by nothing more than the power of his colossal balls!! 

Bull was now leaning backwards at about a 60 degree angle, so the force and weight tearing at his mighty nuts must have been awesome indeed. The eye-popping stretch to his thick scrotum was simply unbelievable, and I think we were all convinced that the dude’s huge balls would tear off at any moment. I mean, no man’s balls could endure such a profound and painful stretch! But Bull’s mighty balls somehow held, second after second, even as his scrotum continued to ever so slowly stretch out even further. 

No one made a move to help the big lug. I don’t know if we were just too paralyzed in that moment to act, or if our resentment and jealousy of the huge mega stud had something to do with it, but we all just watched mesmerized as the stud’s behemoth bollocks prepared to rip right off of his massively muscular body. 

The stud’s own colossal weight and the super human stretch to his nuts finally won out over any other resistance, and with a sound similar to a wellington boot being pulled out of the mud, Bull’s balls finally worked themselves free from the corner pocket, popping free. With nothing else holding the huge stud aloft, he quickly fell the rest of the way, toppling backwards and striking the wooden floor so hard that I swear the pool table itself jumped up off the ground by a good inch or two! 

Rebecca had won!! She had succeeded where men twice her size and twenty times her strength had failed, and she had toppled the massively muscular stud with a single, perfectly-placed billiard shot to the nuts!! 

Of course, that was only the first half of Rebecca’s bet. 

Determined to collect on the second half of her bet as well, Rebecca asked the men nearby to help Bull to his feet. The firemen who had vacated the table for Rebecca all but fell over themselves to fulfill their request. As big and strong as those men were, however, it took half a dozen of them to lift the semiconscious muscle monster to his feet. 

Bull was moaning in pain, and his blue eyes were half lidded as he struggled to regain full consciousness. He didn’t put up any resistance to the strong arms holding him upright, however, and I wondered if the big lug even knew where he was at that moment. His humongous stud balls, which normally hugged his crotch tight, were dangling a good two or three inches from his groin, no doubt as a result of the violent stretching they had just endured…and I wondered if that stretch would be permanent. The balls themselves were visibly swelling from the brutal blow they’d received, bloating even bigger than ever, and the site of the cue ball’s impact was glowing an angry red. Oh yeah, that billiard ball strike had done some serious DAMAGE to Bull’s big nuts! 

Amazingly, however, Bull’s raging horse cock was just as huge and rock solid as ever, and if anything was even MORE big and bloated than before! What’s more, a steady river of clear precum was now leaking from the colossal cock head and running down that enormous shaft in slick streamers. The impact of the cue ball into the stud’s massive nuts must have broken some sort of dam, and now a flood of the stud’s clear lust honey was virtually pouring out of his cock! Any other man would have been nursing his battered balls for weeks, unable to throw a boner for a month or more, but this heroically horny and virile stud was just as randy as ever! Damn, but this muscle stud was one fucking tough BEAST of a man!! 

While the firemen levered Bull upright, Rebecca went around the table and collected all of the solid-colored billiard balls and brought them to the corner pocket. She dropped ball #1 into the pocket, and then grasped Bull’s massive right nut and plopped it into the hole. She then took balls 2 through 4 and wedged them into the pocket between the bloated right nut and the pocket wall, creating a triangle of billiard balls with the stud’s thick nut meat trapped in the middle. Even though the stud’s brutally tough balls had softened up a little bit under the cue ball strike, they were still ferociously dense and strong, so Rebecca had to enlist the help of the two biggest firemen to poke and prod the stud’s resilient gonad to force the billiard balls into place. 

With the first behemoth ball wedged firmly in the corner pocket, Rebecca placed ball #5 on top of the trapped gonad and then stuffed the stud’s equally enormous left ball in after its brother. Again, she enlisted the help of the firemen to force balls 6 through 8 around the sides of the left bollock, forming a triangle that was inverted compared to the triangle beneath it. 

When Rebecca and the firemen were though, the corner pocket was bulging to near bursting with both of the stud’s herculean nuts and the eight billiard balls crammed all around them. The leather basket itself was filled to overflowing, and the crosshatched leather cords that formed the basket were starting to dig deeply into the stud’s distorted testicular tissues. 

But as we soon learned, this was just the beginning. 

Rebecca then walked to the far end of the table and gracefully hopped on top. She now towered over everyone else in the room, including the massive form of Bull himself. A cruel smile on her beautiful face, she then walked the length of the table toward the captive muscle man, rolling her hips seductively and tossing the white cue ball back and forth between her petite little hands. When she reached the corner where Bull’s gonads were plugging and overflowing the pocket, she just stood over him for several long moments, taunting him with her gorgeous form and the knowledge that she was utterly dominating him. Bull’s magnificently rampant cock was sticking straight upward between her widely planted legs, throbbing and pulsing almost as if it was straining to reach her glorious pussy. 

Rebecca then began to lower herself downward, bending at the knees and straddling the stud’s enormous cock. She scooted far enough forward so that, when his huge cock finally touched her groin, his fist-sized cock head was situated back behind her crotch. That way, as she continued to lower herself, her own weight forced the stud’s ridiculously bloated bull cock to lever downward, pushing it down towards the surface of the table. 

Any other man’s cock would have been easily pressed downward by the young woman’s weight, no matter how hard his cock might be. But Bull’s groin muscles proved that they, too, were as phenomenally strong and tough as the rest of his body, and they resisted being pushed toward the table. Rebecca was therefore able to use Bull’s cock as something of a makeshift chair, wedging the stupendously thick shaft in the crevice of her magnificent ass and resting all of her weight on the massive member. She was able to force the towering staff downward until it was about 30 degrees above the horizontal, but it refused to budge any further. She was now being held aloft almost entirely by the stud’s brutally powerful cock, using her feet just to maintain her balance on either side of the colossal column of man flesh. 

The gorgeous blond was now essentially eye level with the moaning male beast, and it was clear by the long gaze that they exchanged that both of them knew that Bull was now completely in Rebecca’s power. No words were traded between them, as none were needed. 

Rebecca gently reached down with both hands, straddling the underside of the thick base of Bull’s cock, and softly placed the white cue ball directly on top of the stud’s bloated and straining left nut. Then, with erotic slowness, she began to lean forward, placing more and more of her weight on top of the cue ball, and forcing it further and further into the stud’s tough but yielding nut meat. 

Given the way that Rebecca had stacked the billiard balls, balls #1 and #5 were in a direct vertical line with the cue ball, and so as she pressed downward, each of Bull’s gigantic balls were trapped between two of the billiard balls, forcing them to squash flatter and flatter as the three billiard balls dug deep into their centers. However, as the squashing nut meat pressed outward, it was the forced up against the solid spheres of the other six billiard balls, which then squished the colossal nuts from the sides as well. 

In effect, as Rebecca pressed downward, Bull’s mighty nuts were being crushed by nine billiard balls at the same time, and from all directions! It was a diabolically clever way to thoroughly crush a man’s nuts! 

The pain must have been extraordinary, for Bull threw back his handsome head and bellowed in agony. The thick muscles on his massive neck stood out in deep relief as his thunderous roar echoed throughout the room. But his protestations of pain only coaxed the young blond to press down even harder, and soon the cue ball was disappearing more than halfway into the stud’s grossly distorting nut meat. 

The basket itself started to bulge dramatically outward as the tough leather straps strained against the gargantuan mass of flesh and billiard balls that were pushing harder and harder against the pocket’s walls. Small bubbles of nut meat began to protrude through the straining leather mesh, the stud’s quivering and weakening balls desperate for any escape, no matter how small, from the crushing forces being exerted on them from all sides. 

Bull’s titanic stud cock began visibly vibrating, and impossibly began to bloat even thicker and longer than ever! The massive veins snaking up and down the gargantuan tubular shaft were bulging so huge that they looked like they would rip right out of the skin, and the normally pale skin of the hunk’s ponderous prick darkened further and further until it was an angry dark red verging on purple. The super human stud was clearly on the edge of blowing his mammoth load. 

At the same time, it looked like his massive stud balls might burst at any moment. They were now profoundly and grotesquely distorted, mauled and mangled into shapes that no human balls were even meant to take. But they somehow still endured, even as Rebecca pressed the cue ball right into the very heart of his failing left bollock. 

Bull’s entire, magnificently muscular body arched backward, every spectacular muscle and sinew bulging in astounding relief as his body was wracked by the most powerful, painful, and erotically intense orgasm of his young life. With a terrific shudder, Bull’s mammoth cock spurted an impossibly thick and heavy rope of cum, which shot diagonally across the entire length of the pool table and beyond, painting an enormous white stripe of clotted stud cream across the vibrantly green felt. The crowd erupted into wild cheers as Rebecca won the second half of her bet. 

That single slug of nut juice contained more spunk than most men could produce in a year, but Bull quickly proved that that was just the beachhead of his monumental load. A second, equally spectacular slug of cum burst from his throbbing cock, blasting even farther across the room, only to be followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth magnificent blast. Undaunted, Rebecca just kept pressing down harder and harder on the cue ball, forcing Bull’s bulging and straining balls to cough up even more of their precious male fluids. 

The crowd started chanting with each new massive spurt of splooge, calling out the numbers as Bull’s epic orgasm soon reached legendary status. Half a dozen gigantic blasts, then eight, then ten, then a dozen, then 15. The stud’s spectacular orgasm just went on and on, a purging of his behemoth balls that would no doubt go down in the record books as the single most powerful and voluminous cum load in history! And STILL his load raged onward! 

Meanwhile, Bull’s battered and bulging balls were looking much the worse for wear. All nine billiard balls were now pressing so deep into his screaming bollocks that they all threatened to meet in the center. Sick crunching and crackling sounds could be heard coming from deep within those traumatized tissues as the very heart of the stud’s heroic manhood was being mauled and mangled beyond all possible endurance. Yet, somehow, impossibly, Bull’s nuts did indeed continue to endure, holding their structural integrity against all odds and continuing to purge themselves of his supremely potent seed. 

18 blasts of cum! 20!! 22!! 25!!! 

Bull had been moaning and shouting throughout his entire, almighty orgasm, but now his screams were taking on a desperate sense of urgency. The stud’s deep blue eyes were open wide in terror as he watched his proud bollocks, the source of his phenomenal masculine power, slowly and steadily crumbling into rubble. It was clear that Rebecca was nearing the limits of even Bull’s legendary endurance, and the huge man thrashed and struggled even harder against the men holding him, desperate to break free and save his balls before it was too late. But the horrific agony in his balls was sapping the lion’s share of his upper human strength, and Bull was therefore unable to break free. Instead, he was forced to watch as Rebecca steadily ground his massive balls into oblivion. 

Bull suddenly threw back his head and roared his most defining bellow yet, a cry of anguish and agony unlike anything he’d uttered before. At that same moment, a tremendously loud CRUNCH!!!!! sound could be heard as the cue ball suddenly plunged another half inch into the leather basket. A final, colossal gout of cum burst from Bull’s mammoth cock, his 32nd blast of his impossibly huge orgasm, and shot so hard and so far that it slammed into the side of the bar itself, dozens of feet away, narrowly missing the handsome dark-haired bartender who was as transfixed by this spectacular sight as the rest of us. 

Rebecca’s entire lithe form shuddered as she hit her own orgasm, her blue eyes all but rolling back in her head as her beautiful form quivered and quaked over that of the defeated male. She continued pressing the cue ball into Bull’s hideously compressed testicles, eliciting even more wet crackling and scrunching sounds, until her own long orgasm finally subsided. 

The young woman then released her grip on the cue ball and stood upright once more. Bull’s hideously compressed balls immediately began to rebound back toward something resembling their normal shapes, and then immediately began to swell larger still, the trauma they had just endured causing the tissues to swell and bloat larger than ever. They rapidly grew so big that they popped right up out of the pocket, forcing all but the bottom billiard ball out as well. These no longer resembled the perfect male orbs of a mere hour ago — Bull’s balls were now soft, mushy, distended, somewhat misshapen, bloated beyond all possible human size, and mottled an ugly purplish red all over their massive surfaces from the brutal punishments they had just endured. 

But astoundingly, miraculously, despite all of the damage and abuse they had just suffered, both of Bull’s behemoth bollocks still looked intact! Mauled, mangled, and nearly broken, but still very much alive! 

The pool table area was a spectacular mess. It looked like someone had taken an entire bucket of cum and splashed it across the pool table itself, from one corner to the opposite corner. The felt cloth itself was clearly ruined, and if the bar owner didn’t act fast, the wood of the table itself might get swollen and warped from all of the blindingly white cum spewed across its length. Even more of the astoundingly thick and clotted gloop festooned both the patrons and the floor beyond the far table corner, extending all the way to the bar itself more than 30 feet away. The sheer volume of ripe male spunk that had been splashed and splattered across the room was only matched by the unbelievable power it took to launch such unnaturally thick and copious spume such incredible distances! 

“Looks like we have a winner!” Rebecca proclaimed as she swiped Bull’s $100 bill off of the edge of the table. “You owe me another hundred, big guy,” the gorgeous blond said, running her delicate hand along the powerful jawline of the barely conscious muscle beast. “Don’t make me come find you to collect, or I’ll finish what I started here.” She lightly smacked her other hand down a couple of times on the swelling mound of Bull’s mangled balls, and the huge dude flinched in pain and fear. 

Rebecca then hopped down off of the pool table, remarkably free of any of the stud’s unnaturally copious cum. She then grabbed her beer and headed back to the bar, leaving the barely conscious loser in the hands of the dozens of men he had ridiculed and bullied for so long. And these men all decided that it was time to take revenge on the arrogant young muscle man. 

Half a dozen men manhandled Bull’s weakly protesting form over to the end of the table and rested his swollen and bloating balls on the green felt against the back rail. At least four guys held him as the rest of the men formed a line to take shots at the stud’s exposed and completely vulnerable balls. 

The first guy grabbed the three ball in his hand and hurled it across the table. The thick lines of cum slashing diagonally across the table slowed the ball’s progress down appreciably, but it still slammed into the stud’s colossal right nut with a satisfying THUD!!! The beefy giant howled in agony once again, and a small spurt of clotted cum was forced out of his still rock hard cock. The gout of spunk was paltry compared to the mighty salvos of Bull’s recent orgasm, but was still huge by any other man’s reckoning. The second and third guys repeated this move, shooting billiard balls across the surface of the table to strike with remarkable precision into one or the other of Bull’s already bruised and battered testicles, and forcing similar small spurts of cum to erupt from the stud’s almost terminally hard cock. 

The men quickly realized, however, that the thick coating of fresh nut sludge sprayed across the table was slowing the billiard balls down too much, so they did away with the surface of the table altogether. Tossing away any semblance of the game of pool, the men started hurling the billiard balls overhand as if they were baseballs, aiming for the massive target that was Bull’s behemoth gonads. 


The beefy smack of stone on flesh filled the room, each devastating blow accompanied by the loud and raucous cheers of the crowd. There were a lot of very strong men in the room, fire fighters and construction workers and brick layers, all of whom used their physical strength daily at their jobs. And these big, tough men brought all of that power and strength to bear as they hurled billiard ball after billiard ball into Bull’s defenseless nuts. 

The poor herculean hunk was bellowing with every brutal blow. The billiards slammed into his nuts with terrific force, like a series of wrecking balls were hammering into their steadily softening forms over and over again. The large marble balls would often sink deep into the stud’s traumatized testicular tissues, burying themselves almost halfway into the incredibly dense meat before bouncing free again. 

Each strike of a billiard ball forced another gout of spunk from his heavily battered and wounded cum tanks, rocketing out of his colossal cock with astounding force. The size of each cum slug was in direct proportion to the force of the blow, so the guys quickly started trying to outdo each other to force the biggest and most powerful streamer of cum from the handsome stud. Each guy tried to outperform the last, trying to get Bull to shoot the white jets of his seemingly limitless supply of stud cum farther and farther from their source. 

The eventual winner was a former minor league baseball pitcher who struck Bull’s sagging left nard so hard that he nearly shattered the weakening orb. The devastating blow forced a majestic ‘ten-footer’ from Bull’s cock, a colossal gout of cum so huge that it was longer than the pool table itself! This titanic streamer of splooge erupted from his cock with such force that the bulk of the huge wad struck directly in the center of the dart board more than 40 feet away! That single rope of cum was so unbelievably thick and chunky that it splattered across the entire face of the dart board, covering nearly its entire surface with the muscle man’s procreatic goo. Needless to say, the pitcher was declared the winner, to much cheering and applauding from the happy crowd. 

Meanwhile, the beautiful blond had been making time with the handsome young bartender. The dark-haired lad clearly couldn’t believe that this spectacular creature was talking to HIM, but I had know the guy for several years and knew that he was a good kid, one of those nice guys who is effortlessly charming. But the young lad could have been mute and dumb for all that it mattered, for it was clear that Rebecca had made her decision and would be going home with the lucky young bastard. While Bull was continuing to have his monstrously huge and tough balls hammered into mush by a rowdy group of vengeance-seeking men, the bartender took off his apron, hopped over the bar, and offered the beautiful young blond his arm. The smile on the kid’s face was pure joy as Rebecca took his arm and let him lead her from the bar. I said a silent prayer for the kid, and hoped that he would have the fuck of his life and not have his own seed-heavy balls mangled by this gorgeous nut buster. 

Then, with that pair gone, I turned my attention back to the pool table, and added my own cheers to those of the assembled throng as we watched Bull’s balls get bashed and bludgeoned beyond all possible endurance. The brutal punishment went on for hours and hours on end, with all sorts of creative ways devised to beat and squeeze and crush those ridiculously oversized bollocks. I gotta hand it to the guy, though, for Bull’s big balls took everything that we could dish out and more. 

It wasn’t until closing time that the guys finally let up on their nut annihilating abuse. Bull had long since passed out from the pain, but his cock had somehow remained rock fucking hard, pumping out another half dozen herculean loads throughout the remainder of the night. The place reeked of sex and the floor was positively slippery with all of the stud’s spilled juices, and it seemed impossible that all of that cum could have come from one set of nuts, even a set as inhumanly oversized as those possessed by the handsome muscle stud. 

Those balls were very much the worse for wear by night’s end, however. They had bloated and swollen to easily three times their normal size, looking for all the world like a pair of bowling balls in some big, purple, leathery sack. Bull’s nuts were so battered and mushy that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began — they just made one gigantic lopsided sphere in his battered and abraded scrotum. It was hard to believe that the guy could even have a functioning set of nuts after all of those hours of abuse, but the continued jets of thick cum erupting from his cock proved time and again that Bull’s huge bollocks were down but definitely not out. 

As the last of the patrons were leaving the bar, the owner asked me and two other guys to help Bull into the back room. The bar owner had a cot there where he’d sometimes allow a passed out patron to sleep off a night of excess instead of trying to go home. Even with the four of us, though, it was damn tough to lift the stud’s colossal dead weight and heave his unconscious form onto the cot, but somehow we did it. 

The owner tossed me some ice packs, which I then placed all around Bull’s humongous balls. Up close, I could see just how deeply bruised his nuts were, and I could tell that they would likely be swollen and battered-looking for weeks to come. When no one else was looking, I also had a feel of those mighty man nuts, and was shocked at just how soft and mushy they’d become. Bull’s balls might have survived an epic night of brutal abuse, but it was a close thing. It clearly wouldn’t take too much more abuse at all to split those gigantic nuts wide open like a pair of rotting melons. 

The thought of permanently destroying this stud’s magnificent bull balls gave me instant wood. As the other two patrons left, I told the owner that I would be happy to make sure that Bull was settled and lock up the place after I left. I’d helped close the bar many times in the past, and the owner knew and trusted me, so he gladly tossed me the keys and headed out the door. 

Leaving me alone with an unconscious Bull O’Neil and his legendary bull balls. 

But the rest of that epic night is a tale for another time…