Samson and Delilah - Original Version

Here is the original version of Robert Moon's story "Samson and Delilah". This is the only one of his stories where his hunky hero ALMOST survives to the end intact. So close! LOL!

Samson and Delilah 

Original story by  Robert Moon
 

Nothing is sacred in this narrative about the misadventures of the virile Samson.  The tortured stud takes it all and dishes it out in the end.

SAMSON AND DELILAH - THE REAL STORY

By Robert Moon (a. k. a. "Lunatrick")

written: 7/25/99

The Emperor was outraged by the latest exploits of Samson.  Too many 

times had Samson been the undoing of his evil plans.  Common 

citizens adored the strapping hero.  The Emperor despised him.  

Samson's amazing strength and skill as a warrior were well known 

across the land.  What wasn't well known was Samson's secret 

weakness.  Using a well-placed accomplice, the Emperor was preparing 

a most unwelcome surprise for the young, muscled hero.

Delilah welcomed him into her dwelling.  Samson's bulging muscles 

glistened with sweat.  After eating a full meal and telling Delilah 

of his latest victory over the Emperor's soldiers, Samson retired to 

the bath to cleanse himself.  Delilah removed the tunic from his 

mammoth frame.  She admired his nakedness - his beautiful face 

framed by long, flowing hair; his mighty shoulders and arms, strong 

enough to defeat a regiment of men; his mountainous chest with its 

deep valley and peaked nipples; the slender waist with a whisper of 

hair starting just below the navel; tree-trunk thighs with enough 

power to support many times Samson's own weight; perfectly 

proportioned calves which complemented the thighs; the deep ridge 

running down his back, between his shoulder blades and into the 

crevice separating the beautiful round buttocks.  And yet, the most 

impressive aspect of Samson was his extraordinary set of genitalia.  

The thick penis hung halfway down those muscular thighs.  His balls, 

churning with virile male seed, were so large it took two hands to 

hold one of them.  The thick ball sack stretched low from the weight 

of the twin eggs cradled within.  His groin and balls were covered 

with thick pubic hair which tapered into a thin trail as it 

approached his navel. Many nights had been spent with Samson 

thrusting his huge cock inside of her, bringing her to erotic 

ecstasy over and over again.  Tonight would be no different.  After 

bathing Samson, they both retired to her bed chamber.  Delilah 

prepared wine while Samson stretched out in bed, his masculine body 

finally relaxing.  Samson sipped on the wine as Delilah slowly 

massaged his legs, belly, and chest.  Delilah's sensual touch 

aroused the hero, his penis began to engorge, getting fatter and 

longer.  Samson gulped down the remaining wine as Delilah lowered 

her face into his groin.  There she began licking the shaft and head 

of that magnificent cock.  Samson spread his legs apart, exposing 

his furry ball sack to Delilah.  As she continued to lick Samson's 

penis, her hands reached into the dark mass of hair and began 

fondling the hot, heavy balls.  Samson's breathing was becoming 

heavier, his cock continued to harden and swell.  Delilah enjoyed 

the feel of smooth, hot skin on her tongue; the pulsing, meaty balls 

resting in her hands.  Samson was starting to rhythmically lift his 

buttocks off the bed as Delilah continued her skillful fondling and 

licking of his quivering genitals.  Delilah paused long enough to 

drink some wine, letting it dribble onto Samson's glistening cock.  

She quickly placed the cock head at her lips, stretching her mouth 

wide and let the huge mushroomed tip force its way into her wine-

filled mouth.  Samson was moaning in ecstasy as Delilah closed her 

lips tightly around the shaft, licking the trapped cock head over 

and over.  Still keeping her lips locked on the penis, Delilah 

gently blew on the cock, forcing the wine in her mouth into the piss 

slit.  Samson could feel the sweet, warm wine flowing into his shaft 

and began moaning in pleasure.  The vein running along the underside 

of his shaft was bulging with the wine.  Delilah stopped blowing, 

letting the wine return into her mouth.  She loved the taste of the 

wine which was now mixed with Samson's pre-cum.  Over and over she 

expelled the wine into Samson's dick, letting it spew back into her 

mouth, each time tasting saltier and thicker as it was diluted with 

more of his ball-dribblings.  Delilah enjoyed this foreplay as it 

was always a taste of things to come.  Samson was panting heavily 

from the repeated "wine orgasms" that Delilah was giving him.  She 

finally swallowed the pre-cum flavored wine and began sucking on the 

cock head, reclaiming as much wine as she could from Samson's rock 

hard penis.  Samson placed his hands on Delilah's head, forcing her 

down.  Delilah was able to take the long rod completely in her mouth 

and throat.  Her nose nestled in his pubic hair and her chin forced 

his balls to either side of their sack.  His cock head probed her 

throat over and over as she slid her mouth up and down the monstrous 

girth of his penis.  Samson began thrusting his hips and grunting 

loudly.  He pulled his knees up slightly, cradling her body between 

both mighty, shaking thighs.  Delilah stopped moving her head, 

instead letting Samson push his dick in and out of her mouth.  His 

meaty buttocks clenched and relaxed with each thrust.  Delilah 

buried her hands inside his thick pubic bush.  Grabbing as much of a 

ball as she could in each hand, she began squeezing them.  Samson's 

thrusting sped up, he was enjoying the feeling of his virility being 

ravaged by a female.  Like milking a cow, Delilah continued to 

forcefully knead Samson's sperm-makers.  Samson was almost yelling 

with pleasure as he thrust his penis down Delilah's throat.  His 

balls were being squeezed to the point of delicious pain.  Delilah 

could feel the manly orbs tighten.  She could taste the pre-cum 

spurting from his cock.  He was close to coming.  With all her 

might, she clamped down on his balls.  Samson let out a loud short 

grunt as he spewed a huge load of sperm into Delilah's eager mouth.  

The hot man seed coated her throat as Samson grunted and groaned, 

thrusting his shaft deeply inside her mouth.  Delilah's grip on his 

ball sack was relentless.  She was forcing every drop of Samson's 

virile juices from the engorged orbs.  Finally, Samson quit 

thrusting, his legs locked rock hard and quivering, his buttocks 

clenched tightly together.  Delilah continued pressing her fingers 

together as Samson gulped for air and grunted over and over.  More 

of the salty, thick liquid erupted from her muscular lover's penis 

as she milked his manly balls of all their masculine cargo.  Samson 

was in pleasure and pain as the last load of sperm was squeezed out 

of him.  Delilah swallowed all of his man seed and licked the mighty 

shaft clean before letting go of his balls.  Sitting up between the 

spasming legs, she watched Samson's massive chest heaving as he 

gasped for air.  A smile was on his face, as the pleasure and pain 

of his orgasm began to fade away.  The ache in his ball sack felt 

good and kept his penis hard.  Delilah got up and fetched more wine.  

Besides Samson's legendary strength, he also possessed extraordinary 

sexual prowess.  Their love making session was not over yet.  

Delilah refilled their goblets and Samson quenched his thirst with 

several drinks of the sweet wine.  Taking her own goblet, Delilah 

poured wine on Samson's chest and belly.  She spread it around his 

torso, playfully fingering his navel and nipples.  Samson was 

getting aroused again, his manhood rising straight up above his 

hairy balls.  Delilah ran her fingers through his long hair, kissing 

him deeply.  She then inched slowly down his body, lapping up the 

sticky sweet wine from his torso.  Delilah then turned and straddled 

his waist, facing his feet.  Samson's huge penis  was jutting up 

right in front of her vagina as she sat on his belly, looking down 

at his glorious manhood.  Samson reached around and grabbed her 

breasts with each hand.  As he fondled her, she squatted up over the 

tip of his penis, slowly sitting down on it.  The flared head pushed 

against her as she tried to relax and let it enter her body.  Bit by 

bit she sank, the massive cock working into her, filling her with 

its hardness and warmth.  Samson continued to massage her breasts 

and admire the sight of his long, thick shaft disappearing inside 

Delilah's body.  Delilah was panting when she finally was sitting on 

Samson's groin, his penis completely inside her vagina.  As the pain 

in her groin turned to an erotic warmth, she put her hands on 

Samson's hands, helping him massage her bosom.  Delilah looked down 

between her legs, marvelling in the sight of her vagina stretched 

wide by the girth of Samson's meaty shaft.  As she sat impaled on 

the hot, rigid penis, she reached down and once again began kneading 

Samson's hairy vessels of manhood.  Samson watched Delilah's back as 

she tortured his virile balls again.  He could see her shoulder 

muscles contract and relax with every squeeze of his scrotum.  

Delilah started moving slowly up and down on his penis.  The feeling 

was exquisite for both lovers.  Delilah loved the feeling of 

Samson's shaft rubbing deep inside her.  Between the tight warmth 

sliding up and down his cock and the increasing pain in his balls, 

Samson was in heaven.  As Delilah quickened her pace, sliding faster 

and faster on the hot shaft, Samson arched his mighty back, lifting  

his buttocks off the bed.  Delilah's knees left the bed and her legs 

straightened out, as Samson pushed his groin higher.  Letting go of 

her breasts, Samson put his arms out on the bed, stabilizing his 

body.  Samson's face was contorted with pleasure.  His shoulders, 

arms and feet alone supported the weight of both his and Delilah's 

bodies.  Delilah was able to stand spread-legged on the bed, 

straddling the magnificently arched body of Samson beneath her.  

With his cock impaled inside her, Samson slowly relaxed down and 

thrust back up.  Delilah was in ecstasy with every stroke.  Again 

and again Samson would relax his back and knees, withdrawing from 

underneath Delilah before arching upwards again, forcing the thick, 

meaty penis into her.  As Samson's thrusting increased, he would 

lift Delilah completely off the bed, her legs hanging in the air, 

totally impaled by his penis.  As he reversed his thrust, her feet 

would rest on the bed, allowing him to slide most of the way out of 

her before repeating it all over.  Without releasing her grip, 

Delilah would pull Samson's ball sack down and then up again, 

regulating Samson's thrusting.  She was moaning from pleasure with 

each thrust.  Samson groaned and grunted as he arched his body up 

and down in response to Delilah's tugging on his balls.  When she 

pulled his ball sack up, she would squeeze the orbs together, 

causing Samson to gasp.  Likewise, when she pulled his balls 

straight down against he clenched butt cheeks, she would mash them 

hard against his rock hard buttocks.  Delilah was determined to mash 

all the ball juice from Samson, to fill her womb because she 

secretly wanted to bear his child.  Samson loved the feeling of 

having his balls crushed by a woman, since no man could harm him due 

to his incredible strength. The thought of Delilah squeezing his 

huge globes of life excited him.  The fate of his masculinity 

literally rested in her hands.  The excruciating pain that Delilah 

was inflicting on his virility; his well of manhood, brought Samson 

closer and closer to orgasm. Delilah tightened her grip on Samson's 

manly orbs as he thrust his body faster.  Once again, Delilah could 

feel his balls hardening, a sure sign that his orgasm was near.  

Finally, as Samson relaxed the arch in his back and legs, Delilah 

swung the full ball sack down and back, into the crack between 

Samson's semi-relaxed buttocks.  As Samson thrust upward, he 

clenched his buttocks together.  His own strength surprised him as 

waves of pain washed over his groin and balls.  Samson was crushing 

his virile balls between his own mighty buttocks with each upward 

thrust.  The pain felt so good, he began thrusting quickly.  Delilah 

kept her hands underneath his butt to prevent the huge balls from 

escaping the grinding butt muscles.  Samson was in a state of pure 

animal excitement.  His fat balls stayed wedged in the tight ass 

crack.  The mighty clenching of his buttocks inflicted unimaginable 

pain upon his pair of sperm makers.  The bull-sized balls were 

quickly succumbing to the pressure.  Even so, the intense hurting 

was like an intoxicant to Samson.  He began fantasizing that his 

pounding buttocks would burst his balls wide open like ripened 

grapes being squeezed.  Unable to control himself, he increased the 

speed of his thrusting motions.  Finally, his trapped and nearly 

crushed balls released their seed in an explosive orgasm.  Delilah 

could feel the hot jets of sperm shooting deep inside of her vagina.  

Each thrust sent more of the hot, white liquid oozing out of 

Samson's penis, coating and lubricating it and increasing the 

sensations of Delilah's vagina on it.  Samson was making wild 

grunting yelps as he continued to uncontrollably spasm inside 

Delilah.  Every spasm sent a thunderbolt of pain through Samson's 

loins as his balls were rhythmically crushed by his own body.  

Finally, Samson arched his back up one last time, sending the last 

remnants of man juice erupting from his penis.  His legs and chest 

shook as he remained locked in the arch with Delilah sitting on his 

crotch, her legs dangling over either side of his hips.  His 

buttocks strained, increasing the agony he felt in his man sack.  As 

his legs began to shake, Delilah reached between the quivering 

thighs and pulled the tortured ball sack from between Samson's butt 

cheeks.  Samson collapsed back onto the bed, leaving Delilah 

standing and empty.  His cock was red and shiny with his white seed.  

He had spewed goblets full of his male juices in that last orgasm.  

While Samson moaned and gasped for air, Delilah knelt down between 

his legs.  Examining the sweaty scrotum, she could see that no 

permanent damage had been done.  Both of his balls were intact, 

though certainly drained of their virility for now.  Delilah now 

laid herself face down on top of  the exhausted hero.  She gently 

guided his softening penis inside her vagina, relishing in its warm, 

sticky fullness.  They kissed passionately, until Samson fell into a 

deep sleep.  Partly due to the intense love making and ball 

draining, but also partly due to the potion that Delilah had put in 

Samson's wine.  The Emperor's Priestess had given it to her.  Now 

Delilah could carry out the Emperor's orders safely.  With some 

regret, Delilah climbed off Samson's now soft penis.  Arranging his 

head comfortably on the pillow, she spread his long hair out on 

either side of his face, covering the pillow.  Samson was in a deep 

sleep and she had no fear of him waking up.  The Emperor had given 

her specific instructions to find Samson's weakness.  The previous 

night, Samson had finally confided in her.  Now she would violate 

his trust by exposing his weakness to the Emperor.  Quickly entering 

the bath, she retrieved a short knife used for shaving and returned 

to the bed.  The unconscious, muscled body of Samson lay spread-

eagled on the bed, glimmering in the candlelight.  Delilah went to 

work on her massive lover.  Sitting on the bed, she poured some 

scented oil onto the groin of Samson.  She worked the oil into his 

pubic bush until all the hair from his navel to his balls was 

drenched.  Next, taking the knife, she began scraping the hair off 

from between his legs.  Working down his body, she removed the hair 

below his navel.  Then moving into the thick pubic hair around the 

base of his shaft, she carefully scraped and cut the thick matted 

hair away.  The oil lubricated the blade and protected Samson's pale 

skin as his masculine hair was slowly and deliberately removed.  

Scraping upwards, the hair at the top of Samson's inner thighs was 

removed next.  Delilah laid Samson's penis along his belly, out of 

the way as she shaved the hair from the top side of his balls.  More 

and more tufts of thick pubic hair were piled on the bed as Delilah 

gently trimmed away Samson's manly hair.  With some effort, Delilah 

grabbed each of his ankles and lifted them up and over until his 

thighs were resting on his chest.  Leaving the hair on his head 

intact, she twisted it into braids.  Using the long braided hair as 

rope, Delilah tied Samson's knees to either side of his head.  

Samson was now flat on his back with his legs doubled up on his 

chest, unable to move.  Delilah now had unobstructed access to 

Samson's balls and the crevice between his buttocks.  Once again, 

she began a careful scraping on the underside of his ball sack, 

trimming all the pubic hair below the heavy vessels of manhood.  

Finally, she removed the wisps of dark hair that were hiding around 

his anus.  Delilah washed him clean and stood back.  The mighty 

Samson, lay before her, his legs up, knees tied to his head, his 

depleted balls exposed.  His pubic hair completely gone, he looked 

like a hugely muscled child.  Delilah summoned the Emperor.  Soon 

the Emperor and his guards entered the bed chamber.  Delilah had 

done an excellent job.  She told the Emperor how she had learned 

that Samson's strength came from his hair - his pubic hair to be 

exact.  Now that Delilah had tricked Samson and removed the source 

of his strength, the Emperor was no longer threatened by this 

handsome hero.  The Emperor had what he wanted and Delilah wanted to 

make sure she got what she wanted.  The Emperor assured her that 

Samson would sire her baby.  He would be forced to orgasm inside her 

if necessary - a task the guards would surely look forward to 

assisting with.  The Emperor ordered Samson awakened.  A guard threw 

water on the helpless warrior.  Sputtering, Samson awoke, struggling 

to free himself from his own bondage.  It was useless. With every 

stroke of her knife, Delilah had removed his pubic hair along with 

his incredible strength.  Samson was helpless, robbed of his 

strength and dignity.  Samson writhed vainly to free himself from 

the braids.  The Emperor watched in satisfaction.  The muscular stud 

looked like a whore as he lay on his back with his bound legs up in 

the air.  Proclaiming that Samson had violated many of the Emperors 

laws, the Emperor declared that a violation of Samson was in order.  

With that, the Emperor removed a sword from its leather sheath.  

Using the broadside of the pliant leather sheath, he began beating 

Samson's exposed ball sack.  Each whack made the bound hero yelp in 

pain.  His powerless muscles tightened.  Over and over, the Emperor 

struck the bulging, naked orbs.  Each ball jerked around inside 

Samson's thick scrotum, the agony building with each impact.  

Delilah pointed out that Samson's penis was getting harder.  The 

Emperor stopped and gazed down between the humiliated Samson's legs.  

Indeed, Samson was oozing pre-cum from his lengthening cock.  

Despite his best efforts, Samson could not control the erotic 

feelings resulting from the Emperor's thrashing of his balls.  The 

Emperor decided to cease the painful pleasure on him and inflict a 

less pleasurable act.  Taking the leather sheath, he placed the 

blunt tip against Samson's anus.  With a firm shove, the Emperor 

slid the sheath up inside of Samson's butt.  The muscled body 

convulsed on the bed.  He had never been violated like this - like a 

woman.  The Emperor slid the sheath in and out of Samson's butt, 

declaring that Samson's humiliation was his greatest triumph.  Tears 

came to Samson's eyes as he was forced into feminine submission.  

The long leather sheath poked and prodded deep inside Samson.  He 

tried with all his might to expel the intruder.  The rough leather 

tugged on the rim of his anus, puckering it in then out.  At last, 

the sheath was removed.  Samson's precious anal virginity had been 

lost forever.  The amused guards were commanded to cut Samson free 

from his braided locks of hair.  Too weak to stand, Samson was held 

by the wrists and biceps by two guards and dragged into the night.  

Amid great fanfare, his naked body was displayed to everyone as he 

was hauled through the streets towards the palace.  His great balls 

bounced and jostled about, no longer hidden by his pubic hair - the 

source of his great strength and protector of his awesome manliness.  

The meaty shaft of his flaccid penis swung back and forth with each 

step, slapping into his balls, inflicting more pain.  Still, his 

abused and exhausted balls began producing more male seed, slowly 

refilling his well of virility.  As the guards struggled to support 

Samson's weakened muscular body, his balls collided repeatedly with 

one meaty thigh, then the other sending dull aches into his belly 

and ball sack.  Samson moaned from the pain.  His balls were no 

longer cushioned by the thick growth of coarse, dense hair.  They 

were now exposed and vulnerable.  Every slap of his balls against a 

thigh or his penis, sent a shudder of pain through Samson.  Pre-cum 

once again began leaking from his cock head, leaving a sticky trail 

in the dirt.  Onlookers gasped in horror at the sight of their hero 

being led through the dark streets, his now smooth genitalia bared 

for all to see.  Samson's symbol of virility, masculinity and power 

was gone, scraped off by Delilah's blade.  He had been reduced from 

an invincible man to a feeble boy.  The Emperor had made his mark on 

the body of Samson by removing his pubic hair.  Delilah followed the 

guards, smiling to herself as she imagined all the treasures the 

Emperor would bestow upon her.  She giggled at the thought of using 

Samson's magnificent body as a breeding male.  Delilah could hardly 

wait for more of Samson's hot, sticky, virile seed to erupt into her 

womb.

Upon reaching the palace, Samson was dropped unceremoniously into 

the center of the main hall.  The Emperor's court had assembled and 

were jeering at the defeated hero.  Samson tried to cover his 

nakedness, but was too weak.  He lay on his back in pitiful 

exhaustion as the spectators continued their ridicule.  The Emperor 

addressed everyone, telling of Delilah's deception, the shaving of 

Samson's pubic hair, and how he had deflowered Samson's anus.  As 

the audience laughed and clapped, one of the Emperor's soldiers was 

summoned to the hall.  The Emperor explained that Samson had brought 

terror to his soldiers and they would soon repay the favor.  The 

soldier walked up to where Samson lay.  Delilah joined them and 

began removing the soldiers tunic.  He was a thickly muscled, stocky 

man.  His chest was covered with dark hair which tapered down across 

his firm belly.  Fine dark hair covered both his muscular legs, 

joined by the thick garden of pubic hair from which his penis and 

balls hung.  Samson was envious as he stared up at the hairy figure 

towering above him.  Delilah started using her skills as a 

seductress to quickly arouse the soldier.  She stroked his manhood 

to a full erection while fondling the balls squirming in their sack.  

Adding some oil to the shaft, Delilah began pumping the soldiers 

hardened cock with all her might.  The soldier began groaning as 

Delilah smiled at Samson.  She kissed the oily cock head causing the 

soldier to shudder with delight.  Samson could only watch as his 

lover continued to excite the soldier.  Delilah ran her fingers 

through the thick pubic hairs, gently pulling them aside so Samson 

could glimpse the sweating balls hidden within.  With one foot, the 

soldier rolled Samson's massively muscled body onto his stomach.  

Delilah knelt down, straddling Samson's lower back.  She reached up 

and gently guided the soldiers throbbing penis down.  The soldier 

dropped to his knees between Samson's spread legs.  His oily penis 

hovered just above the valley between Samson's buttocks.  Delilah 

leaned backwards using Samson's body as a bed.  Samson and Delilah 

lay back to back , Samson's upturned buttocks jutting out from 

between Delilah's spread legs.  The soldier crouched over Samson and 

Delilah, placing his hands on either side of Samson's broad 

shoulders.  Burying his face between Delilah's breasts, the soldier 

began kissing the smooth bosom.  Delilah continued guiding the rock 

hard penis forward.  Samson could feel the hot, hard shaft resting 

along the crevice of his butt.  Slowly the soldier slid upward 

towards Delilah's vagina.  At the last moment, Delilah pushed the 

rigid cock downward.  Samson felt the oily member push between his 

tight buttocks.  He pleaded for them to stop, but Delilah whispered 

that he was to be raped as a woman.  The soldiers hot cock head slid 

up and down between Samson's buttocks, searching for his manly 

opening.  Samson clenched his teeth when the penis found its target.  

The huge, slick head pressed hard against his anus before popping 

in.  Samson grunted as more of the shaft entered his body.  While 

kissing and licking Delilah's breasts, the soldier began forcefully 

pumping his penis in and out of Samson's ass.  Heat and pain spread 

through Samson's butt as the hairy soldier assaulted the helpless 

hero.  He could feel the soldier's pubic hair mashing into his 

buttocks with every thrust.  As the soldiers ball sack swung back 

and forth, it collided with Samson's defenseless balls, shooting 

even more pain into his body.  The audience watched in silence at 

the spectacle unfolded before them.  The sounds of Samson's painful 

moans, the slurping of a well oiled penis thrusting in and out of a 

tight hole, the slapping of one massive ball sack hitting another, 

and the soldier's groans of rapture echoed off the walls.  Delilah 

ran her hands along the soldiers back, urging him on.  Every impact 

on Samson's naked balls caused his own penis to stiffen.  Samson 

could feel the sticky clear juice beginning to leak from his cock 

head.  Fortunately, his penis was trapped between his belly and the 

stone floor, out of sight.  As the tortuous rape intensified, 

Samson's moans became more lustful.  The virile soldiers heavy balls 

were beating Samson's orbs to the limits of pain.  Hearing the 

change in Samson's moans, Delilah immediately realized what was 

happening.  She deftly slid out from between the soldier and Samson.  

Ignoring her absence, the soldier continued his relentless attack on 

Samson's anus.  Delilah positioned the soldiers hands on Samson's 

hips.  The soldier lifted Samson's body off the floor until Samson 

was on hands and knees.  Without missing a beat, the soldier, now 

kneeling upright behind him, continued to thrust in and out of 

Samson's loosening anus.  No longer restrained by the floor, 

Samson's balls swung forward striking his groin before swinging 

backwards to be slammed again by the soldiers own swinging ball 

sack.  The erotic throbbing in his hairless scrotum caused Samson's 

penis to arc forward, parallel to the floor.  The audience watched 

in disgust as Samson's penis swelled larger and more erect.  The 

fallen hero was apparently being excited by another man.  Despite 

Samson's revulsion of having another man's penis inside of him, the 

constant rubbing on his prostate was heightening his sexual arousal.  

Clear pre-cum was dribbling from the end of his penis as the 

soldier's thrusting intensified.  Delilah, knowing that the 

unrelenting smacking of Samson's balls were the real reason for his 

erection, decided to add more humiliation to his rape.  She crawled 

beneath Samson's heaving belly and looked up at his fat, drooling 

penis.  Watching his manly eggs tossing back and forth, she reached 

up and caught them.  After the evening's earlier orgasms, Samson's 

balls had shrunk just enough for Delilah to get her hands wrapped 

around both orbs.  She fondled the smooth, hairless ball sack, 

enjoying the unusual sensation.  She could feel his male seed makers 

constricting.  Samson uttered a long, low moan as Delilah began 

forcing her hands together, trapping his nearly depleted balls with 

increasing pressure.  Intense pain radiated into his loins.  Samson 

was helpless as the soldier began to grunt and bury his penis deeper 

inside his aching butt.  The soldier's body started to spasm as he 

unloaded torrents of sperm deep inside Samson's ass.  The hot male 

juices flowed within Samson coating the recesses of Samson's anus 

and the soldiers hard penis.  Delilah pressed harder on Samson's 

agonized balls.  The incredible ache running through his scrotum 

pushed Samson over the edge.  His balls unleashed another load of 

his seed.  It spasmed out of his penis, shooting onto the floor and 

Delilah's face repeatedly.  Delilah maintained the pressure, forcing 

his orbs to cough up their remaining juices.  Spurt after spurt of 

white liquid continued to erupt from Samson's cock head.  At last 

the liquid slowed and thinned to a clear consistency.  Samson's 

vessels of manhood had finally been drained of their contents.  The 

exhausted soldier slowly pulled out of Samson's butt, his penis 

coated with his own slimy juices.   The salty, thick cream oozed 

from Samson's anus, running down the back of his ball sack and onto 

Delilah's clenched hands.  When Delilah released her grip, Samson's 

scrotum was wrinkled and baggy, his shrunken and empty balls rested 

in agony at the bottom of the hairless sack.  Delilah slid out from 

underneath Samson and cleaned his sticky seed from her face and 

hands.  The soldier released his hold on Samson's hips, sending the 

raped hero crashing into the floor.  The audience applauded wildly 

as the soldier raised his hands in victory.  He had been the first 

to satisfy himself with Samson as he would with a woman.  Revelling 

at the sight of Samson lying trembling in a pool of sperm, the 

soldier rose to his feet and walked into the crowd.  The Emperor was 

satisfied with the conquest of Samson's manliness.  The soldier 

would be very handsomely rewarded.  Samson sobbed quietly as his 

drained and aching balls convulsed sporadically.  Guards lifted his 

raped body and began dragging him to the prisoner cages.  The crowd 

parted to let them pass.  His muscular physique was coated with his 

own juices.  Samson's scrotum was sticky with the soldier's sperm 

which was still leaking from between his buttocks.  The mighty 

hero's disgrace was complete.  He was dropped inside a large cage 

which was chained shut.  Shortly, he was bathed and left alone to 

fall into a much needed slumber.

For the next few days, Samson was displayed like a wild animal.  The 

Emperor took great delight in telling the story of Samson's capture 

and rape.  Samson's naked groin was examined daily by the Priestess.  

As expected, Samson's balls were once again engorged with his manly 

sperm.  His ball sack was heavy with the juice-swollen orbs.  Every 

other day, Samson was escorted under guard to Delilah's bed chamber.  

She varied her techniques for bringing the reluctant hero to orgasm.  

His sexual appetite was insatiable when his meaty balls were abused.  

The exquisite pain that Delilah would inflict on them always brought 

intense orgasms from Samson.  Time and time again, he unloaded his 

sperm into Delilah's womb.    On the days he didn't spend with 

Delilah, Samson was made to perform manual labor.  Usually, he would 

haul buckets of water to the palace or, along with other prisoners, 

turn the massive stone wheel used for grinding grains.  

Occasionally, a group of soldiers or guards would be allowed to 

pleasure themselves in Samson's ass.  He had become the palace whore 

for many of the men.  They always enjoyed spewing their masculine 

juices into Samson.  All were curious about Samson's huge, smooth 

genitals.  Sometimes the men would grope Samson's hairless penis and 

scrotum, much to his disgust.  The Priestess' visits became more 

frequent much to the chagrin of Delilah.  Delilah's jealousy 

intensified with each passing day.  She believed the Priestess was 

gaining Samson's affections.  The Emperor intervened when he tired 

of hearing the two women fighting over Samson.  One day, Delilah and 

the Priestess joined the Emperor in the palace.  Samson was brought 

in and tied to a large granite column.  The Emperor decreed that 

Samson would pay the price for causing the conflict between Delilah 

and the Priestess.  While both women watched, a metal urn of glowing 

coals was placed on the floor beside Samson.  The blade of a long, 

thin knife rested on top of the coals, its metal glowing a dull 

orange.  The Emperor ordered Samson blinded, so he could no longer 

gaze upon the beauty of the women.  Samson struggled vainly to 

escape.  Guards held his head, forcing his eyelids open.  The 

Priestess was instructed to carry out the punishment.  She 

reluctantly grasped the glowing knife by the handle and held it in 

front of Samson's face.  When Samson began begging for mercy, a 

cloth was forced into his mouth to silence him.  The Priestess gazed 

into Samson's eyes as she apologized for the violent act that she 

was about to commit.  Turning to Delilah and the Emperor, she 

explained that if she could not possess Samson, then no one should.  

She turned back to Samson and using her free hand, grabbed his sperm 

filled ball sack, pulling it safely away from between his legs.  In 

one swift move, she plunged the glowing blade directly into the side 

of his scrotum.  The blade easily pierced the sack and both immense 

balls.  Samson's vessels of manhood were skewered on the hot knife.  

The scrotum was illuminated from within as the glowing metal began 

to boil away Samson's sperm.  The searing pain was so intense, 

Samson's penis stiffened almost immediately.  Boiling globs of sperm 

erupted from Samson's erect shaft.  His spontaneous orgasm 

intensified as his balls began to dissolve under the intense heat.  

The hot man juice burned his penis like lava as it flowed over the 

cock head.  The Priestess withdrew the knife as quickly as she had 

inserted it.  Thanks to the high temperature, the slits in Samson's 

scrotum sealed up, locking his mortally wounded balls in their sack.  

Samson hung from the ropes, mercifully blacking out from the pain.  

Scalding man juice kept erupting from the thick, hard penis.  

Staring in utter disbelief, everyone could not believe what just 

happened.  Delilah fainted at the sight of her lover's virile 

liquids boiling away forever.  Using the still hot knife, the 

Priestess slashed through the ropes which bound Samson to the 

column.  After falling into the guards arms, Samson was quickly 

moved to the Priestess' chamber.  The Emperor stood quietly, looking 

at the steaming puddles of sperm on the floor.  Back in the 

Priestess' chamber, Samson was laid out spread-eagle on a stone 

table, his wrists and ankles bound to each corner.  A square stone 

tile was placed on the table, between Samson's knees.  It was turned 

diagonally, and slid into place, acting like a wedge, forcing 

Samson's heavy thighs further apart.  His genitals were gently set 

on top of the tile, elevating them for easy access.  Samson's mule-

sized penis lay across the top of his ball sack while hot clumps of 

fused sperm still oozed from the blistered cock head.  Quickly 

gathering an assortment of medicinal herbs, ointments, and salves, 

the Priestess began rubbing the healing potions onto Samson's 

injured scrotum and penis.  She stroked Samson's penis, spreading 

the medicine over the entire shaft.  Starting at the base of his 

cock, she pressed her thumbs into its underbelly.  Working her way 

towards the cock head, she squeezed the fat vein which still carried 

the remnants of Samson's final, scorching orgasm.  A steady flow of 

congealed man juices bubbled out of Samson's piss slit, pooling on 

the stone tile.  When the shaft was emptied of the jellied male 

seed, the Priestess laid it over onto Samson's belly, out of the 

way.  She proceeded to apply generous amounts of herbal balm to the 

deflated ball sack.  Using her fingers, she gently pressed on the 

clean-shaven sack, being careful not to open the knife wounds.  As 

she traced the outline of the skewered, quivering balls, she was 

relieved to discover that they were not totally destroyed.  In fact, 

much of their sizable bulk remained.  Though no longer as large as 

before, they were still of envious proportions.  However, Samson's 

once-bloated scrotum no longer strained to contain enormous sperm-

engorged balls.  The Priestess boiled a flask of her healing potion 

over a small flame.  Various herbs were dissolved into the mixture.  

The strange brew was then poured into a goatskin bag and set aside 

to cool.  Removing a marsh reed from a pot of boiling water, she 

gently dried it off.  The hollow tubed plant was now soft and 

flexible.  She trimmed the ends off until she had a section that was 

as long as her forearm and no larger in diameter than her little 

finger.  Hearing Samson awaken, she returned to the table.  The 

dazed warrior twisted weakly on the hard stone table.  The Priestess 

caressed his face and told him not to worry.  The medicinal salve 

coating his genitalia produced a numbing side-effect.  Samson could 

feel a dull soreness spreading throughout his groin.  Occasionally, 

a sharp spike of pain would cause his brawny body to twitch.  The 

Priestess placed the warm, fluid-filled goatskin bag in the cleft of 

Samson's chest.  The bag was held upright by his prominent chest 

muscles.  Samson continued to calm down as the soothing warmth of 

the goatskin bag radiated throughout his torso.  Taking the supple 

hollow reed, the Priestess applied olive oil to its outer surface.  

One end of the reed was inserted into the neck of the goatskin bag 

and secured with twine.  She gently squeezed the bag until the warm 

liquid began dripping out of the reed's free end.  Next, she held 

the reed above Samson's belly.  A few drops of ointment were 

dribbled onto his cock head.  The Priestess massaged the liquid into 

his piss slit working it deeper inside his penis.  The oiled reed 

was placed directly in the piss slit, at the entrance to the fat 

vein running along the underside of Samson's meaty penis.  Still 

lightly squeezing the bag, she inserted the reed further into the 

slit.  The lubricated reed easily slid down Samson's shaft, forcing 

the vein to swell outward.  The potion coated the inner walls of the 

vein as the reed probed closer to the cock root.  Even when the fat 

vein bulged out along the entire length of his penis, the Priestess 

kept slipping more of the reed deeper into the canal.  Samson rolled 

his hips, trying to escape from the intruder snaking its way inside 

his penis and groin.  He could feel the fullness in his stretched 

vein and piss slit.  The Priestess finally stopped sliding the reed 

into Samson.  While maintaining pressure on the goatskin bag, she 

placed her free hand underneath Samson's scrotum.  Finding a spot 

between the top of his ball sack and his anus, she pressed hard, 

pinching the vein closed.  The potion continued to flow through the 

reed, but was blocked just after the scrotum.  The ointment backed 

up, spilling into the canals leading into Samson's injured balls.  

Samson could feel the warm fluid coursing through his balls.  The 

strange ointment saturated his balls, with the excess seeping into 

his ball sack.  Slowly his balls grew in size, becoming more egg 

shaped again.  The Priestess watched as Samson's scrotum expanded.  

She quit pumping ointment into his penis when the ball sack was 

plump and round.  It had swollen much larger than ever before.  His 

balls floated around within the engorged scrotum.  Samson felt the 

sensation to urinate.  The Priestess allowed his balls to soak for 

what seemed like an eternity.  At last she pulled the reed from 

Samson's cock.  Draping his penis across one hip, she put a goblet 

underneath the cock head which hung over the side.  Samson felt 

relief as the ointment drained from his scrotum and out his penis.  

Dead sperm was flushed out in coagulated lumps.  The Priestess 

carefully lifted and massaged Samson's scrotum, allowing gravity to 

empty the excess fluids.  His invigorated balls were clearly 

outlined as the scrotum shrunk back to its normal size.  The 

Priestess once again laid his penis against his belly.  Now she 

needed to give Samson's genitalia a chance to heal.  Using a long 

strip of ointment soaked cloth, the Priestess began wrapping the 

tender ball sack.  Taking care to use as little pressure as 

possible, she completely enveloped Samson's scrotum.  Continuing to 

unroll the wet cloth, she passed it underneath the base of Samson's 

penis, arcing it over his left hip and across the small of his back.  

Angling the strip around his right hip, the Priestess again brought 

the strip under the penis.  She spiralled the strip around his 

abundant shaft, moving upwards toward the tip.  Leaving a gap over 

the piss slit, she tied the strip off.  Samson lay outstretched on 

the table.  The stone tile wedged between his thighs supported the 

cloth-encased ball sack.  Likewise, his enclosed penis lay limp 

across his belly.  The Priestess summoned her attendants.  They 

lifted Samson's awesome body from the table and laid him on the 

Priestess' bed.  She made him as comfortable as possible by 

arranging pillows under his head and genitals.  The attendants 

cleansed his enormous, muscular body.  Food and wine were brought 

forth.  Samson ate and drank huge amounts until his appetite was 

satisfied.  Excusing the attendants, the Priestess joined Samson in 

bed.  Her hands massaged Samson, enjoying the feel of his skin 

stretched tightly over his dense muscles.  She vowed to take care of 

him while his wounds healed.

For the next week, Samson's every need was attended to. The 

medicinal salve and bandages were reapplied daily. His genitals 

recuperated at a fantastic rate due to the medicine's potent effect. 

At last he was able to leave the bed. Samson staggered into the 

Priestess' bath. For the last time, she removed his bandages. 

Washing the salve away, she saw his pristine penis and scrotum. They 

were completely healed, except for the two narrow scars on either 

side of his fat ball sack.  The scars served as a visible mark of 

Samson's impotence.  The Priestess sat Samson down on a short wooden 

stool in the bath. She poured buckets of water over his body, 

refreshing him.  As she continued to bathe him, she pressed the side 

of her face against his warm, wet flesh.  She relished touching 

every part of his body.  Samson groaned with delight when she licked 

and nibbled on his protruding nipples.  His breathing became deeper 

as she slid lower, kissing the area just below his navel.  Kneeling 

between his legs, the Priestess lifted his hardening penis in both 

hands.  Placing the growing cock head between her lips, she began 

licking and sucking on it.  Samson threw his head back in ecstasy as 

the Priestess stimulated his cock.  Her lips were stretched tight 

when Samson's penis stiffened into a full erection.  His girth was 

enormous, and the length more so.  Though she only dared to swallow 

the cock head, fearing injury to her own mouth, Samson was 

experiencing intense pleasure.  He had been deprived of sex for a 

week, and he was used to having orgasms several times a night.  The 

Priestess moved her hands underneath Samson's balls, cupping them in 

her palms.  Samson put his hands on her head, attempting to force 

her further down his shaft.  It was of no use, without his pubic 

hair, his strength had been sapped.  A child could easily defeat him 

now.  The Priestess fondled his naked balls, delighted with the 

curious sensation of their baldness.  His groin resembled that of a 

young boy's and this thought vaguely repulsed her.  However, there 

was no denying that the genitalia in her mouth and hands belonged to 

a very well endowed man.  She could taste a trickle of Samson's 

thick pre-cum now.  The Priestess swirled the viscous fluid over his 

sensitive cock head, sending waves of pleasure through his body.  

Letting the slick head slide out of her mouth, she let go of 

Samson's trembling ball sack.  With one hand she stroked his rigid 

shaft.  The other hand was placed palm down on his oozing cock head.  

She rubbed her palm firmly against the flared tip, spreading his 

manly lubricant around.  Samson slouched forward, trying to back 

away from the intense feelings on the end of his penis.  In moments, 

the erotic sensations brought him over the edge.  Clear, sperm-less 

juice spurted from Samson's cock.  The Priestess could feel the hot 

liquid shooting into her palm as she continued rubbing.  Samson 

grunted over and over, lifting his convulsing legs into the air.  As 

more of his impotent juices flowed from him, Samson leaned his torso 

backwards until his shoulders and head were on the floor.  He lay 

arched over the stool, while the Priestess continued to fondle his 

slippery penis.  She finally removed her hands from the spasming 

penis.  Samson was breathing heavily, his massive body draped across 

the stool, his glistening penis pointed straight up.  Great streams 

of his infertile secretions ran down the shaft, coating his pulsing 

scrotum.  The Priestess examined the liquid, but could find no trace 

of milkiness in it.  If Samson's balls were producing sperm again, 

they had certainly not given them up this time.  The Priestess was 

determined to prime Samson's well of fertility.  She lifted his 

fatigued legs up and placed her shoulders under his knees.  Pressing 

up and forward, she curled his thighs over above his chest.  She 

stopped when his fleshy buttocks were rotated into view.  Samson's 

low hanging ball sack lay against his butt, covering the crevice 

leading to his anus.  The Priestess then brought his legs back down 

in front of the stool, trapping Samson's ample balls between his 

buttocks and the stool.  The exhausted warrior began squirming in 

agony as the weight on his balls increased.  He was too weak to 

resist as the Priestess pulled his torso upright, into a sitting 

position.  His weak legs could offer no support, bringing all of his 

weight to bear on his scrotum.  He could feel the two fist-sized 

balls wriggling against each other, pressing against his buttocks, 

trying to escape the pressure.  As the pain increased, so did his 

erection.  Samson's penis pointed upright between his bulging 

thighs.  The Priestess grabbed his hips, pulling them forward and 

back, grinding his buttocks over the confined balls.  She became 

strangely excited at the sight of Samson's clean-shaven groin.  The 

big cock was throbbing upwards, but no balls were visible hanging 

underneath it.  The top of the sack was just visible before it 

disappeared into his ass crack.  Once again, Samson's penis started 

to leak pre-cum.  He actually began rocking his hips, causing his 

balls to ache even more.  The Priestess sat on Samson's thighs, 

facing him.  His huge, oozing cock was pressed upright between their 

two bellies.  She stood up slightly letting her belly and groin rub 

Samson's shaft.  Reversing direction, she slowly descended to sit on 

his legs again.  She repeated this faster and faster, enjoying the 

sensation of her body rubbing up and down against his rippled 

abdomen and hot penis.  The pleasure coming from his cock was the 

extreme opposite of what he felt from his squashed scrotum.  The 

fiery ache in his manly eggs stimulated his sexual reflexes.  Samson 

craved the torture on his bull balls.  The more they hurt, the more 

excited he became.  Recalling the sight of a blazing knife poking 

through his enormous balls caused Samson's penis to seep pre-cum.  

Both his and the Priestess' bellies were lubricated by Samson's 

emissions.  The Priestess increased her sliding motion, landing 

harder and harder on Samson's legs.  Every time she sat down on 

Samson's legs, a terrific bolt of pain shot through his already 

agonized balls.  He urged the Priestess on, begging her to crush his 

huge balls.  With that, she wrapped her legs around his hips, 

locking her feet together against the small of his back.  Samson 

writhed in agony, adding more grinding pain to his ball sack.  Their 

combined weight was being applied to Samson's flattening balls.  

Samson could feel his manly eggs starting to succumb to the 

pressure.  Suddenly finding an opening, one of his balls squeezed 

part way into Samson's flexing anus.  For a moment, he thought the 

ball had burst.  His other ball slid into the crevice between his 

buttocks, relieving most of the crushing pressure on it.  However, 

the first orb continued to be pressed up into his ass hole.  His 

anus felt like fire as the massive ball penetrated his man hole.  

Involuntarily clenching his muscles, the ball was caught midway 

through by the constricting anus.  Horrible waves of pain passed 

through Samson's groin as his tightening ass hole continued its 

crushing grip on the massive intruder.  Samson began screaming while 

the fist-sized ball slid further into his ass.  His ball and anus 

were being simultaneously tortured.  Without warning, hot streams of 

fluid shot from Samson's erect cock, spraying his stomach, nipples 

and chest.  More of his man juice spewed forth, coating the 

Priestess' bosom.  Samson thrashed about wildly, his orgasm flowing 

unrestricted between their two bodies.  His ball finally penetrated 

the anal opening, rubbing against Samson's prostate and multiplying 

the power of his orgasm many times.  Copious amounts of white, 

sperm-laden juices were surrendered from Samson's rejuvenated balls.  

When the virile fluids stopped flowing, the Priestess and Samson sat 

embraced, trying to catch their breath.  They both felt great relief 

as they watched the globs of sperm running down their bodies.  The 

Priestess' medicine had certainly been effective in restoring 

Samson's bull balls virility.  She lapped up the streams of sperm 

hanging from Samson's chest and nipples.  Biting and sucking on his 

erect nipples, she enjoyed the salty taste of Samson's manly fluids.  

Scooping some of the sperm onto her fingers, she guided them into 

Samson's panting mouth.  Scraping her fingers gently against his 

teeth, she deposited the white juice onto his tongue.  Samson was 

startled at the thought of eating his own sperm, but the taste was 

curiously pleasant.  He willingly opened his mouth when the 

Priestess offered him more of the tangy substance.  As she cleaned 

the sperm from his torso and penis, they shared the remaining 

masculine nectar.  At last they untangled from their embrace.  The 

Priestess helped the physically and sexually exhausted warrior to 

his feet.  His flaccid cock still leaked an occasional drop of sperm 

now and then.  Half of his scrotum was visible as one ball hung 

tightly between his sweating buttocks.  The other half was still 

tucked inside his anus along with his other ball.  The Priestess 

tried to get Samson to relax as she gently pulled the trapped ball 

from its musky prison.  His anus widened as the ball started to 

emerge.  Grunting with the pain building in his ball and butt, a 

thin stream of ball milk poured from the cock head.  The tight anus 

pressed the remaining, pent up sperm from Samson's ball as it slowly 

slid from his butt.  Finally, the last bit of scrotum and ball 

dropped out from within his anus.  Once again, Samson's huge scrotum 

swung low, cradling his two immense balls.  Samson was thankful that 

he had survived yet another sexual encounter with his genitalia 

intact.  He and the Priestess returned to her bed, falling asleep in 

each others arms.

Hours later, they were awakened by the sound of the Emperor's guards 

rushing into the bed chamber.  Pulling Samson from bed, they hauled 

him off to the palace.  Once there, he was presented to the Emperor.  

The Priestess was forbidden to be with Samson again.  The Emperor 

then ordered Samson's hairless groin covered.  The Emperor had a 

special treat for his guests at the upcoming Festival of Dagon.  He 

didn't want the festival attendees seeing Samson's baby-smooth 

genitals ahead of time.  A white cloth sack was placed over Samson's 

gigantic manhood.  His penis and balls were clearly outlined against 

the tight fitting bag.  Cloth strips sewn into the top of the bag 

were tied around his waist, preventing the bag from sliding off.  

The Emperor instructed Samson to wear the thong-like garment 

whenever he was in public.  The penalty for disobedience would be 

extreme.  With that warning, Samson was led away to resume his 

manual labors.  Each night he was fed, bathed and locked in his 

cell.  One night, three soldiers entered his cell.  The two older 

soldiers held Samson down on his back.  The third soldier was young, 

barely into manhood.  He was about to leave for battle and wanted to 

lose his virginity before departing.  The two older soldiers 

convinced him that planting his seed in their once mighty enemy 

would prove his manhood.  The young soldier removed his clothing, 

revealing a tight, firm body.  Fine dark hairs covered his lower 

abdomen above his penis.  His balls were still hairless, but they 

were plump, full of his youthful juices.  The soldier hesitated for 

a moment as he examined the physique and endowment of the legendary 

warrior lying before him.  At the other soldiers urging, he sat on 

Samson's chest.  Laying his penis across Samson's lips, the other 

soldiers grabbed Samson's jaw and forced his mouth open.  The young 

soldier slid his cock into Samson's mouth.  The soldiers began 

taunting Samson while cheering the young soldier on.  Wrapping his 

hands in Samson's long locks of hair, the young man began thrusting 

his cock in and out of Samson's mouth.  Samson was sickened at 

having another mans penis in his mouth.  He could feel the cock 

getting hard.  Warm pre-cum quickly started oozing from the lad's 

stiff penis.  Samson tried not to swallow it without success.  The 

soldier's pace increased causing his balls to slap repeatedly 

against Samson's chin.  Samson was gagging as the throbbing, oozing 

cock head reached the back of his throat.  The look of panic on 

Samson's face excited the young man.  He buried his crotch against 

Samson's mouth, sending torrents of sperm flooding into Samson's 

throat.  Samson shook his head from side to side, trying to get the 

spewing penis out of his mouth.  Most of the hot seed flowed down 

his throat and into his belly.  The young man kept his cock pushed 

into Samson's mouth until his orgasm subsided.  Samson coughed up 

some of the sperm, coating the soldiers penis and crotch hairs.  The 

soldier pulled his dripping cock out of Samson's mouth, spreading 

his virile ball milk across Samson's lips and cheeks.  The older 

soldiers howled with laughter, obviously amused at the unmanly act 

that Samson had just performed.  They congratulated the lad who was 

leering down at Samson.  The young man shakily stood up, weak kneed 

from the intensity of his first orgasm.  He walked over to the cell 

door, checking for the guards.  Seeing none, he returned to where 

the other soldiers were now spreading Samson's legs apart.  They 

removed the cloth thong from his penis and ball sack.  His 

vulnerable genitals hung between his thighs.  All three soldiers 

were fascinated at the size of Samson's manhood.  Without warning, 

the young man kicked Samson's balls with enough force to send the 

heavy penis flopping over against his straining abdomen.  The 

soldier kept kicking Samson in the balls while the other two 

soldiers held Samson down.  As the kicks continued, Samson closed 

his eyes, trying to shut out the inevitable humiliation that was 

soon to come.  In disbelief, the soldiers watched as Samson's penis 

grew harder with each kick.  A slimy patch of pre-cum trailed up his 

belly as his cock lengthened.  Samson's shaft arced up off his 

stomach bubbling clear fluid from its tip.  The young man shouted 

that he was going to turn Samson into a woman.  He began stomping on 

Samson's meaty balls, trying to force them inside his groin.  Samson 

tried to block the erotic feelings produced by the abuse on his 

scrotum.  His balls were being forced higher into the ball sack.  

The older soldiers stopped the lad.  They had him hold Samson's 

ankles apart so they could each grab a ball.  The two soldiers 

started forcing each ball into his crotch at the base of his penis.  

As the balls began to disappear into Samson's pelvis, they could 

feel them harden.  To their surprise, Samson's started rocking his 

hips.  His pre-cum thickened and then turned white as he orgasmed.  

The older soldiers continued to mash the jerking balls deeper, 

attempting to push them completely inside his lower abdomen.  

Samson's ball milk squirted on his belly, running down to fill his 

navel.  Ceasing their efforts to stuff Samson's quivering balls 

inside his groin, the two soldiers released their grip.  Samson 

looked down at the pair of wriggling balls that were hugging the 

base of his cock.  He could see the twin bulges in his groin where 

they had been partially inserted.  The young soldier released 

Samson's ankles and stood between his thighs.  Stroking his own 

cock, the lad erupted another load of hot sperm on the protruding 

ends of Samson's half-buried balls, marking his territory.  The 

older soldiers rubbed their shafts to hardness and added their own 

virile seed to Samson's scrotum.  The hot sperm of three men was 

splattered against his pulsing ball sack.  His lips and cheeks were 

wet with young ball milk.  Samson's own juices filled his navel and 

cascaded down his stomach.  All three soldiers spat on the powerless 

warrior then dressed and hurried out of the cell before any guards 

appeared.  Samson struggled over to a bucket of water and washed 

away all traces of shame and humiliation from his body.  Next, he 

tried to dislodge his bruised balls from his pelvis.  The upper ends 

of both balls were wedged tightly between the root of his cock and 

his pelvic bone.  No matter how gently he tried to pull them out, 

the intense pain caused his legs to weaken.  Finally, using both 

hands, Samson drove his fists into the bulges in his groin.  His 

balls shot back into his scrotum as he let out a loud, anguished 

yelp.  He massaged his ball sack, easing away the pain.  Samson did 

not want the pain to drive him to another orgasm.  He wanted to 

conserve his manly seed in hopes that its potent virility might 

strengthen his will, making him less docile.  The next few days were 

uneventful and routine.  Samson continued to toil at his daily 

labors.  The cloth thong he was forced to wear in public was getting 

uncomfortable.  As his balls continued to produce sperm, his scrotum 

gradually enlarged.  The cloth bag enclosing his balls and penis was 

stretched tight, applying great pressure on Samson's genitals.  Of 

course, the pain aroused Samson causing his penis to stiffen 

somewhat, packing his balls even tighter into the unyielding cloth 

bag.  At the end of each day, the guards would taunt Samson, as his 

swollen thong would be drenched with pre-cum.  Samson was able to 

keep his sexual urges under control and did not allow himself to 

reach orgasm.  Each night he would remove the tight thong and pour 

cold water over his large balls, cooling the erotic fire that he 

felt in them.  The Festival of Dagon was approaching and each 

passing day brought Samson closer to finding out what the Emperor 

had in store for him.

The day of the festival finally arrived and the Emperor was 

gleefully contemplating what will soon be his ultimate conquest.  

The main event at the festival was to have Samson castrated in front 

of the guests.  The scourge of the Emperor would soon find himself 

permanently crippled.  Samson would be unable to partake of sexual 

gratification; unable to sire children; and most importantly, unable 

to foil the Emperor's plans.  Samson's loyal followers would cringe 

at the sight of their hero.  The Emperor would parade the naked, 

emasculated Samson throughout the city.  Everyone would know the 

Emperor had claimed Samson's mighty strength and manhood in victory.  

Samson and his allies would be defeated!  The Emperor summoned 

Delilah and the Priestess so that they could escort him to the 

temple.

Samson's heart was racing when the guards fetched him from his cell.  

He didn't know what the Emperor had in store for him, but he was 

sure it would be most unpleasant.  As the guards led him to the 

temple, he could see the huge audience that was gathering.  The 

Emperor had many friends and all of them were Samson's enemies.  The 

crowd moved aside to let the small procession through.  The closest 

guests could see patches of flesh peeking through the bulging cloth 

thong wrapped tightly around his manhood.  Samson's sweaty muscles 

gleamed and rippled in the sun as they begin climbing the temple 

steps.  Upon reaching the top, the guards stood Samson on the altar 

and bound his compliant arms and legs to a pair of massive stone 

columns.  His spread-eagled body was stretched upright between the 

columns for all the audience to see.  The crowd applauded at the 

display of the Emperor's most powerful adversary in such a helpless 

position.

The Emperor, followed by the Priestess and Delilah, arrived amid a 

wildly cheering audience.  They climbed the steps to the temple to 

join the captive Samson.  Once there, the Emperor welcomed his many 

guests.  He promised them good food, good wine and, pointing at 

Samson, good entertainment.  Thunderous cheering shook the temple as 

the crowd roared their approval.  The Emperor and his court sat in 

front of the altar, looking down at the hundreds of guests below 

them.  Samson remained tethered behind and above the royal table, 

silently observing his enemies.  Food and wine were served and the 

Festival of Dagon commenced.  Neither the Priestess nor Delilah cast 

a glance in Samson's direction, not daring to call down the 

Emperor's wrath upon themselves.  Hours of gluttony passed by as the 

crowd indulged themselves on the Emperor's generous feast.

Finally, the Emperor addressed his guests, cautioning those with 

weak appetites to sustain from their meals until after the main 

event.  He then turned his attention to Samson, walking around the 

bound muscleman while telling the story of Samson's capture and 

downfall at the hands of Delilah, the Priestess, and himself.  The 

audience listened intently as the Emperor's story unfolded.  Samson 

hung his head in shame as the agonizing details of his tortures were 

described.  The guests cheered when the Emperor finished his tale.  

The powerless prisoner remained strapped to the columns, his bulging 

legs and arms stretched wide.  Long, dark hair flowed around his 

face and over his straining shoulders, shielding his anguished 

features from view.  At the Emperor's command, a multitude of 

torture devices were brought to the altar.  The Emperor examined the 

various implements before taking a short bladed knife.  The guests 

were silent when he approached Samson.  He took the knife and gently 

placed the tip into Samson's navel.  Samson's muscles strained at 

their bindings while the Emperor ran the blade lightly down the 

smooth skin.  Much to his relief, the blade didn't penetrate the 

skin.  The Emperor laughed.  He enjoyed tormenting his feeble 

opponent.  When he reached the top band of the thong, the Emperor 

plunged the blade straight down into the cloth pouch.  Samson gasped 

in fear as the blade approached his penis.  The Emperor thrust the 

blade outward, slicing the thong open.  When the cloth surrounding 

his loins fell away, Samson's genitals were revealed.  The crowd 

gasped with delight upon seeing the unnaturally large penis and 

balls swinging between Samson's muscled thighs.  Given Samson's 

marvelous physique and enormously proportioned genitalia, his public 

emasculation would be spectacular.  The crowd could hardly wait to 

see the handsome warrior's balls drained and then removed along with 

his penis, reducing him to a passive eunuch.  The Emperor tossed the 

knife aside and returned to his seat.  Samson stood naked and 

helpless before the Emperor and his guests.

The Emperor had decided to ridicule Samson in front of the many 

guests before castrating him.  Several of the Emperor's guards 

surrounded Samson.  A plate was taken from the Emperor's table and 

lifted up to the altar.  One guard took a large bone, half cleaned 

of its meat and walked behind Samson.  He placed one hand on 

Samson's taut buttocks and forced the meaty bone up Samson's ass.  

With no mercy, he thrust the bone in and out between the tightly 

clenched buttocks.  A few scraps of meat fell from the bone, unable 

to fit through the sphincter.  Samson grunted and squirmed in his 

bindings while the guard defiled his body.  The crowd cheered wildly 

at Samson's obvious discomfort.  The bone was driven deeply into his 

anus where it was deliberately rammed into his prostate gland.  Much 

to the disgust of the audience, Samson's fat penis began dripping 

clear pre-cum.  It appeared that the muscle-bound hero was not as 

manly as they once thought.  The Emperor clapped his hands, halting 

the guard's manipulations with the bone.  The audience laughed as 

the guard left the bone buried in Samson's ass.  The bone finally 

wiggled free and dropped onto the altar.  Chunks of meat were also 

expelled by the humiliated hero.  All Samson could do was close his 

eyes in shame during his public rape.  The guards did not give him a 

moment of rest.  Olive oil was poured onto Samson's long, pre-cum 

dribbling penis.  Several pairs of hands were needed to spread the 

oil over the massive length and girth of Samson's manhood.  Soon, 

his erect shaft was shimmering with oil.  Even his plump, furry 

scrotum was fondled and slathered with olive oil.  The guards could 

not resist squeezing his gargantuan balls while they smeared oil 

across his tightly packed scrotum.  The crowd gazed silently at 

Samson's muscular body, stretched between the columns, as it was 

groped and manhandled by the Emperor's minions.  The captive hero 

wept as his body was violated by the guards roaming hands.  While 

Samson writhed on the altar, the Emperor pondered the method of 

Samson's imminent castration.  Should it be by hot poker?  No, he's 

seen that before.  Perhaps by attaching heavy weights to his balls.  

They could stretch until they were ripped off.  He was partial to 

having leeches placed on Samson's thriving balls.  They could eat 

their way into his manhood until he begged to have his balls cut 

off.  The slow agony would be delicious.  At last, the Emperor 

settled on the means by which Samson would be castrated.

A thick length of hemp rope was coiled around Samson's scrotum.  

Starting at the top, nearest his cock, the rope was wound tightly 

about Samson's virile balls.  Lesser endowed men would have already 

succumbed to the strangling pressure of the rope.  Samson's huge, 

meaty balls painfully resisted the tight coils.  Sweat once again 

poured off his muscles as the aching throb in his scrotum increased.  

It had been many days since his last orgasm.  His balls were 

overflowing with sperm and had become tender and ripe.  Ripe for 

picking, thought the Emperor!  Each end of the rope was tied to the 

columns.  Samson was bound by hands, ankles, and now balls.  The 

grunting hero was even more helpless than before.  Once more, the 

feeling of captivity and the pain in his balls triggered erotic 

feelings in Samson.  Even as the rope was crushing and strangling 

his scrotum, Samson's fat penis arched upward.  More cheers erupted 

from the audience as his penis swelled up above his trapped scrotum.  

Everyone had a clear view of Samson's manhood now.  The Emperor was 

delighted at the sight.  Samson's agony was providing an exciting 

spectacle.  True to his desire to make Samson's castration as slow 

and painful as possible, the Emperor held a pitcher of water up.  He 

calmly poured it over the rope, drenching the coiled hemp 

thoroughly.  At first the water felt refreshing on Samson's confined 

balls.  Soon, the water caused the rope to begin swelling.  As the 

rope grew, it began to crush his plump balls.  The ache in his 

scrotum intensified with each passing minute.  One guard continued 

to wet the rope while the Emperor and his guests kept eating and 

watching Samson's dilemma unfolding before them.  More pre-cum 

started dribbling from the tip of Samson's erect penis.  Standing 

high above the gluttonous crowd, Samson stood helpless and ashamed.  

His lustful groans became more throaty as the wet rope tightened its 

grip on his ball sack.  Everyone gloated at the slow torture the 

Emperor was inflicting on Samson.  The guards laughed as Samson's 

monstrous balls started turning cold and blue.  His sperm-ripened 

balls were in agony when the first spurt of gism oozed out of his 

penis.  The crowd grew silent while they watched the huge stud 

thrust his hips against the rope.  Long, white jets of sperm spewed 

forth as Samson's orgasm began.  Despite his dire predicament, 

Samson was in momentary ecstasy.  The feeling of his plentiful balls 

being choked to death while he was bound to the columns triggered 

his climax.  He grunted and moaned with each spurt of thick, hot 

gism that erupted into the air.  The Emperor and his guests went 

wild with excitement.  They were witnessing the annihilation of 

Samson's heart of virility.  His potent juices streamed out for 

everyone to see.  A pool of sperm rapidly formed between Samson's 

feet.  Delilah fought back sadness while his potent man seed spilled 

onto the altar.  She yearned to have Samson's penis inside her body, 

impregnating her with his abundant sperm.  Now his semen was being 

wasted for the enjoyment of the Emperor.  For a moment, she 

considered mounting her muscular lover's cock right in front of 

everyone.  After contemplating the consequences, Delilah remained 

seated.  She watched Samson's hot, white discharge subside.  His 

erect penis shone with ejaculate as it dripped down from the tip 

along the shaft before splattering onto the altar.  Samson's mighty 

chest and stomach expanded and contracted while he took deep 

breaths.  The ropes creaked as he hung by his wrists.  His mighty 

legs quivered, weakened by the intensity of his climax.  Samson's 

head slumped forward, his chin resting in the valley between his 

chest muscles.  The Emperor's guests went wild.  They cheered at the 

scene up on the altar.  It appeared that the ropes had squeezed the 

sperm right out of Samson's testicles, causing him to pass out.  

Despite having unleashed such a large amount of sperm, Samson's 

balls were still plump with his fertile seed.  Fortunately, his 

balls had shrunk just enough to prevent the swollen, wet rope from 

crushing them.  Little by little, warmth and color returned to 

Samson's nearly choked scrotum.  When the guards removed the damp 

rope from his intact scrotum, the audience moaned with 

disappointment.  Samson still retained his huge vessels of manhood.  

From their size, the crowd knew they had not been drained of their 

precious sperm.  The Emperor quickly addressed the unhappy audience.  

He explained that this was merely the prelude to Samson's 

castration.  They should treat it as an appetizer for what was to 

come.  More food and wine was brought in as the food orgy continued.  

Between the food and the prospect of seeing Samson tortured even 

further, the crowd quickly became jovial.  The Emperor, pleased that 

his guests were anxious to see the big man mutilated, allowed Samson 

to recover from his profuse orgasm.  He wanted Samson to know that 

his balls would be plucked from his body while still brimming with 

fresh sperm.  Once more, everyone ate, drank, and watched the 

weakened Samson.  It was well into the afternoon before the Emperor 

once more turned his full attention to Samson.  

As the moment of his manly destruction loomed near, an intense 

feeling of anger and hatred overcame Samson.  The great warrior had 

never been so enraged as he was at the Emperor and his followers.  

From deep within his heart, Samson's will to survive rushed out.  

Amidst his fury, he suddenly realized that his legendary strength 

had returned.  Indeed, the Emperor had neglected to keep Samson's 

groin sheared of manly hair.  The fur sprouting between his legs and 

across his heavy balls was plentiful enough to rejuvenate him!  

Having regained much of his mighty strength, Samson pushed against 

the great stone columns.  Everyone watched him struggling against 

his bindings.  The crowd laughed and cheered at the Emperor's 

muscular foe.  They were convinced that Samson had become terrified 

and was trying to free himself.  The Emperor himself approached 

Samson.  He would permanently destroy Samson's virility in front of 

the roaring audience.  As he grasped Samson's throbbing scrotum, the 

Emperor remarked that it was like holding a beating heart.  In fact, 

within its leathery confines beat two massive orbs of manhood.  

Bountiful quantities of Samson's vital, masculine sperm were growing 

within the marrow of his meaty testicles.  The Emperor tightened his 

grip on Samson's balls.  He was going to burst those ripe balls with 

his own hands.  Samson was in a race now.  He had to break free 

before the Emperor crushed his balls.  The bound warrior also knew 

he had to overcome his own innermost desire.  He could already feel 

an approaching orgasm.  If he ejaculated before freeing himself, he 

may not have the strength to break lose.  The Emperor laughed as he 

clasped Samson's leathery scrotum in his fingers.  He felt the sperm 

sloshing around inside while he strangled the twin orbs.  Samson 

tried to direct his attention on escaping.  Unfortunately, his 

lustful ambitions were proving to be as menacing an adversary as the 

Emperor!  Samson's penis had grown erect once more.  The crushing 

grip on his balls by his mortal enemy caused intense erotic feelings 

to spread through his loins.  Here he stood, spread out and exposed 

before his foes.  His captor was pulverizing his balls while he was 

strapped to the thick stone pillars.  Samson tried to fight the 

desire to have his balls split open.  He wanted to escape, but his 

sexual urges were beginning to overwhelm him.  The Emperor was 

surprised when Samson thrust his groin forward, grinding his ample 

balls further into his hands!  Samson's will was caving in.  He 

wanted and needed the Emperor to destroy his masculinity.  His 

ability to reproduce had to be removed and along with it, his great 

strength and sexual prowess.  As the Emperor mashed Samson's balls, 

he could feel them harden.  Knowing that the helpless stud was close 

to orgasm, he doubled his efforts to flatten the massive nuts.  He 

was determined to deny Samson of this final ejaculation.  The mighty 

Samson was in a state of erotic delirium.  He struggled to force the 

pillars apart, but his sensual longings were sapping his 

determination.  Samson imagined that all of his masculine milk was 

spilling from his body and oozing from between the Emperor's 

clenched fingers.  Even while his bulging shoulders, biceps and 

forearms strained against the columns, Samson started begging the 

Emperor to rip his balls off.  The Emperor and the crowd were amazed 

when they heard Samson begging to be castrated.  The audience 

cheered and urged the Emperor on.  They wanted to see the muscle 

man's scrotum ripped apart.  The Emperor dug his fingers into the 

ball sack.  He was attempting to gouge out Samson's testicles and 

shred them before the great stud could ejaculate.  Samson could feel 

the fingers trying to claw their way inside his scrotum.  He yelled 

out in agony as his immense testicles began to deform in the 

Emperor's hands.  In the midst of his ultimate sexual desire, 

Samson's muscles strained until, finally, the columns began to 

yield.  Even as the Emperor began to remove Samson's manly essence, 

cracks appeared in the stone supports.  At first, no one noticed.  

All eyes were focused on Samson and the Emperor.  Suddenly, the 

guards became aware that small stones had begun to rain down on 

them.  With a mighty shout, Samson smashed his bulging arms against 

the columns once more, forcing them to collapse.  A cascade of large 

stones and columns rushed down into the large crowd.  The temple 

walls and ceiling dropped onto the stunned audience.  A great 

rumbling echoed throughout the city, silencing the crowd's cheering.  

The temple continued to fall into a pile of debris.  The Emperor, 

Priestess and Delilah were buried beneath the shattered ruins.  The 

last thing they saw was that of Samson breaking free of his bondage.  

As the dust settled, only the occasional crash of granite against 

granite could be heard.  Most of the temple lay in ruin.  The 

Emperor and all of his guests had been crushed by the heavy stones.  

Up on the altar, large slabs of granite had fallen from overhead, 

pinning Samson down.  Thrown onto his back, both of his brawny legs 

were buried under the rubble.  His long penis and plump balls rested 

safely on top of several large granite fragments, while his buttocks 

and back lay on the smooth, unbroken floor.  Samson used his 

newfound strength to raise one leg, then the other, slowly clearing 

them from beneath the debris.  As the last heavy pieces of stone 

rolled off his legs, Samson lay quietly in the remnants of the 

temple.   Though bruised and scraped, his body was otherwise 

unharmed.  Samson was glad to be alive.  The hatred within him 

slowly ebbed away as he caught his breath.  He listened intently, 

but could hear no sounds coming from the toppled remnants of the 

temple.  Samson had destroyed his enemies and his lovers in one 

lethal act.  He quietly lay where he had fallen, allowing his body 

to recuperate.  Once and for all, he had triumphed over the Emperor.  

Without warning, another granite stone fell from high above.  Samson 

watched in horror as the stone plummeted downward, landing directly 

between his legs.  The broken edges of granite acted like a knife, 

instantly severing Samson's fat penis from his body.  His bulging 

scrotum burst open, as both sperm-filled balls exploded in a shower 

of flesh and male seed.  In one instant, the rejuvenated hero was 

completely emasculated.  His manhood, virility and strength were now 

permanently eradicated.  A horrendous shriek reverberated across the 

city.  Samson lost control of his rippling muscles as they convulsed 

uncontrollably.  As his beautiful physique trembled, he could see 

the meaty remnants of his balls splattered over his legs and groin.  

His own sperm was dripping from the granite jutting up between his 

legs.  The impact had been mercifully swift and almost painless.  

However, waves of agony began to pound through his body, signaling 

his unimaginable loss of manhood.  Out of the corner of his eye, 

Samson saw something moving nearby.  He cried out for help, however, 

his pleas went unanswered.  Turning his head, he looked directly at 

the source of the movement.  It took a few moments for his 

disbelieving eyes to register what it was.  His cleanly severed 

penis was writhing about on its own.  Like a fish out of water, the 

long, fat member convulsed in a pool of blood. At last, his deepest 

sexual desire had been fulfilled.   Lying in shock, Samson gasped 

his last breaths as his life slipped away.

His massive body would be found devoid of genitalia and life.  

Samson's face was frozen with an expression of pain and sorrow.  The 

heavy granite shard between his thighs was covered with red blood 

and white sperm.  A few feet away lay Samson's detached penis.  Even 

in death, the Emperor had triumphed over the mighty Samson.