Tank
Based on an original story by an unknown author
When he first started on the loading dock, Tank really pissed me off. He knew it, too, even if he didn't know why. He worked extra hard to try and keep me happy, ‘Yes sir-inq’ this and ‘No problem sir-ing’ that, always wondering when I was going to snarl at him next. I laid the heavy-duty trip on him partly because he was new and I wanted to make sure he figured out who was the boss, partly because I sensed he got off on taking orders, but mostly because he made me hornier than hell and I had to blow off steam somehow. I mean, my cock ached just thinking about him.
His real name was Dominic, but after the first day on the dock the rest of the guys started calling him Tank. It's an apt description. He's one of the best-looking boys I have ever laid my Texas eyes on, the kind that must have started lifting weights when he was three. He's only about 5'9", but he weighs 285 pounds; that’s right, and all of it is solid fucking muscle. I'm talking enormous, oversized, power lifter-type muscle. The kind that gives a guy shoulders a yard wide, traps that start behind the ears, bulbous pecs so huge they sag with the weight of muscle in them, and thighs like oak tree trunks.
The kid is a fucking monster, some would even say grotesque, but he can do the work of ten men and so quickly earned the respect of the other construction workers. Besides, beauty being in the eye of the beholder and all that, one man's grotesque is another's hunk of Grade-A turn-on and, let me tell you, looking at Tank sets the thermostat in my balls on high. For not only was the kid built like a brick shithouse, but he was stunningly handsome as well, with chiseled features, a powerful jaw, soulful brown eyes, and thick dark hair worn short to the sides of his head. If he hadn’t been built so huge, he could have had a great career as a model. And judging by the size of the huge bulge in his crotch, he could have been a porn super star as well.
But like I said, the kid - and I call anyone who's only 20 a kid - really got up my nose. He was being a real cock-teaser, even if he didn’t mean to be. I mean, here's this Texas boy obviously brimming over with bulging muscle, and for some reason he keeps almost all of it covered up! What the fuck gives?! It's ninety degrees in the shade, everyone else is either in a T-shirt or stripped to the waist, and he's wearing a bulky flannel shirt! Sure, he's got the arms chopped off, displaying mighty guns that, I kid you not, MUST have exceeded the 25-inch mark, and some of the buttons are undone at the top, showing an ultra-deep cleavage between two heaping huge mounds of pec muscle…but he's still covering up the hottest part of the male anatomy!
Now, don't get me wrong, a hard cock and a tight ass are great, but nothing beats two man-sized nipples on a set of huge, heavy, muscular pecs. And the way he filled out his straining flannel shirt, I figured Tank's chest must have been nothing short of phenomenal. So why the hell wasn't he showing it off?! It just ain't natural for a guy with that much thick muscle to keep it hidden, especially around other big, muscular guys. This coy crap had to stop and, as luck would have it, it was some of the other guys who gave me the chance to make my move.
A bunch of us were sitting around on the dock eating lunch and shooting the breeze when, as it always does on a Friday, the question came up as to who was going to the bar after work for a few beers. That always led to a heated argument on the bar's strippers, which usually degenerated into a crude discussion on the finer points of a woman.
"I'm a pussy man," stated Vic Morowsky, for something like the tenth time. "Pussy is definitely the best part."
"No, man, you're wrong," argued Manny Montoya, shaking his head. "Ass. Ass is where it’s at.”
"You're full of shit," replied Morowsky. "Tank. Hey, Tank! What do you think is the best part?"
Tank is not much of a talker at the best of times, so being singled out and asked an opinion made him uncomfortable as hell, especially an opinion related to sex. He looked around helplessly and shrugged those herculean shoulders of his, unable to speak.
That's when I decided to play my hunch. Looking him in the eye, I said, "I'll bet Tank's a tit man."
The look of embarrassed surprise in Tank's beautiful brown eyes said it all. Guilty as charged, Your Honor. His red face confirmed it.
I made a point of scratching my hard, left nipple through the fabric of my sweat-soaked T-shirt when I asked, "Am I right, Tank? Are you a tit man? Do tits turn you on?"
The rest of the guys roared in good-natured delight, getting a kick out of Tank's obvious unease, assuming he was just shy. But I knew differently. The way he was staring at my t-shirt and licking his lips told me the truth. I had him.
The horn signaling the end of lunch went off and the guys scattered to put their stuff away, giving Tank and me a few minutes alone. I walked up to him and he protectively crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"You didn't answer me, Tank," I growled down at him. "Are-you-a-tit-man?"
Despite being physically stronger and outweighing me by a good 50 pounds of muscle, Tank was intimidated by me. He just didn't know me. After a long pause, his beautiful brown eyes downcast, he finally confessed, "Yes, Sir, I'm a tit man. I get off on tits, Sir."
"Especially your own, eh?" I prodded at the front of his bulging shirt, and was amazed by the dense solidity of the thick muscle beneath. Shit, his muscle was that solid, and he obviously wasn’t even flexing it!!
His eyes were still cast down at the ground as he slowly nodded.
"Open your shirt!" I ordered.
He nervously did as he was told, looking furtively to either side to make sure that none of the other guys were around to see him, and soon his tanned, smooth chest was on proud display for my inspection.
Holy SHIT!!! The first time I laid eyes on his awesome chest I just about creamed my jeans. My wildest dreams had come true - ten times over! His massive pecs sat low and heavy across his deep ribcage, two swollen mounds of densely packed muscle - fuller and deeper than any pecs I have ever seen before. Each mighty slab of beef was squared off and impossibly wide, and had to be at least six inches thick, maybe even more. And capping each mighty mound of relaxed pec-flesh was a good half-inch of hard, mouth-watering nipple about as thick as the end of my little finger. They were the biggest, juiciest, most perfectly-formed nipples I had seen in my life!
I reached across and slid the palm of my hand under the curve of his left pec, feeling its tremendous solid weight and the warm satin-smoothness of his skin. I pinched hard at the skin and found no fat. Tank winced at the slight pain but made no protest. I traced my finger around the outer edge of his left pec, then grabbed a handful of the bulging, relaxed muscle. I quietly marveled at its size, shape, and density, and then gave it a good, hard squeeze. In response, Tank contracted his pecs and the muscle solidified like steel under my touch. Beautiful -- huge, erotic, and beautiful.
I reached down to my belt and found the tape measure I was looking for, then put it under his left pec and measured the depth. “Shit!” I murmured with real feeling as I saw that Tank’s pec-depth was indeed more than six inches – six and a half inches, to be exact – more than half a FOOT of muscular chest-flesh bulging out from his body! I dropped the tape measure to the floor and both of my hands found their way onto each of his huge pecs. Tank flexed again. "Relax them!" I ordered, and suddenly my fingers sank deep into the sensuous chest flesh, kneading and probing the depth of each mighty pec.
I knew I was running out of time and that one of the other guys could stumble upon us at any moment, so I reluctantly released the pecs and let my fingertips examine Tank's erect left nipple. "Your nipples need to be worked on to make them bigger!" I said.
"Yes, Sir." Then Tank's voice dropped and he hesitantly asked, "Would Sir show me how?"
I didn't reply right away — partly because I was struggling to fight the powerful urge to spontaneously jizz in my pants! — and let go of his enormous left pec. Out of the corner of my eye I could see some of the guys coming back. Tank looked into my face and in a barely audible voice begged, "Please, Sir."
I let him stew a few more seconds then said, "Meet me at my car after work."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Oh, and from now on, you’re not allowed to wear a shirt at the job site. Strip your shirt right off," I said. "I want to be able to see those humongous muscular pecs of yours this afternoon - and I want the other guys to see them too!"
"But, Sir," he stammered, "The guys, I'm so big, they won't . . . understand."
"Just do as I tell you, or else!" I sneered.
"Yes, Sir…" Tank said reluctantly as he tucked his discarded shirt into his belt and returned to the work site.
That afternoon Tank worked bare-chested. And man, let me tell you, my balls ached every time I caught sight of those sweat-drenched pecs hanging over his cobblestone abs, all exposed and vulnerable, twitching and heaving with every move his body made. Tank had the body of a god, and I couldn’t believe that what I was seeing was real. And his spectacular chest wasn’t the only thing I was staring at; his massive, cannon ball shoulders were at least three feet wide, his incredibly thick lats could block out the sun, and his powerful arms bulged with more muscle than I had ever seen on a man, regardless of his height. Tank’s massive upper body tapered majestically in a stunning V to an incredibly tight and muscular waist, and his abdominals looked like they were made out of corrugated iron. He was a fantasy brought to life.
But possibly even more of a turn-on was watching how the other guys reacted to seeing Tank's gargantuan pecs exposed for the first time. There was everything from stunned surprise to horror and disgust. Everybody looked, some stared, but no one had the guts to say anything out loud. And Tank? Yeah, he was self-conscious at first. But as the day wore on his confidence grew, and by the end of the shift, even his oversized jeans couldn't hide the huge erection he was sporting. He got off on the eyes staring at his huge chest development.
As ordered, he was waiting beside my car at the end of the day. There was no one else around and, without a word, I used his shirt to wipe the sweat off his pecs, then reached into my lunch bucket for a couple of tiny, chrome plated clothes pegs. I snapped them onto his thick tits, thinking they looked damn insignificant on that huge expanse of chest. Tank let out a low moan and seemed to get off on them, so I told him to put his shirt on and get in.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Just near the park, sir.”
I drove away, and in the park ahead I could see some young guys playing touch football. They were around eighteen years of age, just a couple of years younger than Tank. I had an idea as I stopped outside his apartment building. "Go and put on a pair of shorts, sneakers, and a T-shirt, and meet me over there." I pointed to a spot where the boys were throwing a ball around. Just before he left, I opened his shirt and roughly pulled the clips off his nipples. The way he winced made my balls ache.
I wandered over to the park and didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later the massive, bulky figure of Tank appeared next to me near the park bench. He was wearing high-cut running shorts that showed his massive, oak trunk thighs and football-sized calves to perfection. They also showed a bulge in his crotch that looked even bigger than before. Did this stud have a cantaloupe shoved down his shorts?!? The t-shirt hugged his huge torso like a second skin, and if anything made his awesome pectorals look even bigger. I pointed to the area surrounding the playing field. "Now start running around the field 'til I tell you to stop!" Tank looked surprised but nodded and obeyed my order.
The late afternoon air was still hot, and after a few minutes I could see that Tank's t-shirt was completely soaked with sweat. Several of the boys playing football stared at his muscular frame as he made his circuit around them. One in particular couldn't take his eyes off the big man.
A few minutes later, the football game ended and the boys dispersed - all except one. The handsome young 18-year-old was bigger, leaner, and more muscular than the rest, and was staring at Tank as he sweated his way around the field. He was still looking at Tank as he came to where I was standing.
"Hi, I'm Mark - are you training that big guy?" The young man was even more handsome close up, with short brown hair, stunning blue eyes, and that classic all-American look. He was very similar to my size - 6 feet tall and about 235 pound of thick, lean muscle.
"Trying to," I replied.
"He looks like he's got a massive chest on him!" the boy whispered hoarsely, trying to be nonchalant and failing.
I smiled and nodded, then called Tank over. The huge fireplug of a stud obediently jogged over and stood before me, panting from the effort of his run, his thick dark hair matted with sweat and his formerly pale gray shirt now dark and dripping with sweat. Mark's eyes were glued to the heaving set of pectorals pushing against the thin material covering the muscle giant's upper body. As Mark watched, I scribbled my address on a piece of paper and pushed it into Tank's hand.
"If you want to some real muscle action - be there at eight tonight!" Tank looked at Mark, then at me, nodded submissively and set off for his apartment across the road.
Mark stared after him, "God he must look incredible stripped to the waist!" Mark blushed, then turned and looked at me for a response. I decided to test his real interest.
"A big guy like that needs a lot of discipline. Hands on discipline."
Mark's tongue lightly licked his lips. "Yeah... I'd like to see someone give him some of that!"
Mark accepted my invitation to witness some real training, and as we drove to my place, he became more and more excited by thoughts of what that night might bring. By the end of the journey I was convinced his passions matched mine. We ate a quick snack and made some small talk, and then I looked at the clock.
"He'll be here in half an hour,” I said. “I'll show you the workout room."
Mark was intrigued as we descended the stairs into the basement. I swung open the steel door and pointed to the padding. "This room is soundproofed."
Inside the room there was a small area set aside with weight training equipment. Next to it was a leather-covered, padded 'examination' table, and Mark noticed the leather restraints hanging from each corner of the table but made no comment.
"Punishment is part of the training - no pain, no gain."
"Oh, yeah. That big guy needs a lot of punishment!" the eager teenager said a little breathlessly as he examined the array of canes, straps, and clamps revealed by the open cupboard door.
I looked at my watch, and it was just past eight o'clock. Then the doorbell rang. Tank stood there apologizing for being late, saying that he couldn't get a cab. "Shut up your whining and get down those stairs!" Tank was surprised to see young Mark staring at him as he entered the basement, but he made no protest. I introduced them to each other.
"Mark's a young man who wants to see you put through your paces, so strip down to your briefs and get ready for an inspection." Tank paused, then took off his shirt, baring his spectacular upper body.
Mark let out a gasp when he saw Tank's torso. "Shit, look at the size of those pecs!" he gasped.
Then Tank took off his sneakers and peeled down his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of skimpy white briefs. Then again, any form of underwear would have looked skimpy on this muscular mega stud.
I couldn’t believe the size of the package in those straining white briefs! His soft, uncut cock looked like another man’s monster hard on! The huge tube of man flesh was at LEAST 8 inches long and as thick as a beer can in it’s completely flaccid state, and I dreaded to think what kind of a weapon it became when it was fully hard.
Clearly outlined beneath that huge horse cock hung what had to be the two largest testicles I had ever seen on any man or beast. They immediately reminded me of ripe fruit, but we’re not talking plums or even lemons here. No, these massive bull balls were in the realm of apples, oranges, and grapefruit, and I was willing to bet that they were just as juicy. Mark gasped once again, and I thought he was going to shoot his load right then and there. Hell, I was dangerously close to doing the same thing myself!
I had to agree with Mark’s reaction — Tank looked fucking impressive indeed! I ran an appraising hand over his massive delts, thickly muscled back, tight, muscular butt, and thick, tree-trunk thighs. This was going to be good. Very, VERY good. I grabbed Mark's hands and pressed them against Tank’s huge pecs. His fingers sank into the mountains of relaxed muscular flesh, and the teenager’s mouth paged open with lust and awe.
"That's what you wanted to do to him all afternoon, wasn't it?" I said.
"Oh yeah!" the boy whispered hoarsely as his fingers groped and fondled Tank's huge mounds of relaxed chest-flesh.
I reached down into Tank’s white briefs and grabbed his massive tube of a cock, which was already swelling in response to the hands groping his huge chest. As his cock grew, I realized that it, too, was perfectly proportioned for his enormous physique. It swelled to 10 inches, then 11 inches, and then 12 inches, and it didn’t seem like it would ever stop! Finally, the massive cock reached a mind blowing 13 ½ inches, throbbing mightily in my hand like some legendary beast. I couldn’t believe the sheer awesome SIZE of the man’s throbbing tool, and I brought both hands up to fondle and caress Tank’s massive member.
Tank’s cock was also thick, REAL thick, and my big hands could wrap only slightly more than halfway around it. The shaft was as thick as Tank’s own muscular wrist and was covered in a delicate tracery of thick blue veins, making the gigantic shaft look simultaneously brutal and beautiful. The huge, acorn-shaped head was easily as big as an apple and nearly as bright red and shiny.
The monster schlong felt like warm marble in my hands, and I pumped it slow and rough a couple of times to get the feel of it. Then I slid my hands down into his briefs to grab his massive, hairless balls. God DAMN, but I couldn’t believe the SIZE of the kid’s massive cajones! I didn’t know a man’s nuts could BE so big! I had to adjust my estimate for the size of these two award-winning bull nuts, for if they were the size of grapefruits, they were the biggest grapefruits I’d ever seen!
I encircled the base of the big, floppy scrotum with one of my fists and giving them a rough twist, torcing them a good quarter turn to the right while simultaneously yanking them down a good three or four inches. Tank just moaned with pleasure in response, and his cock gave a huge throb against my forearm. Nice! Real nice! I now knew another one of Tank’s hot spots, his massive bull balls.
I pulled Mark's hungry hands off Tank’s gigantic pecs. "Feel the rest of him while I apply these." Mark stared at the chrome clothes pegs in my hand, then watched, fascinated, as I clipped them onto each of Tank’s swollen and protruding nipples. I twisted the pegs a few times, and Tank moaned quietly with the pain, his huge chest muscles flexing most appealingly.
At the same time, young Mark mauled as much of the rest of Tank's mighty body as he could, squeezing and groping Tank's titanically muscular man flesh. Mark paid special attention to Tank’s heroic cock and legendary balls, jacking the massive shaft and roughly fondling and squeezing the stud’s enormous low-hangers, now completely freed from the damp and sweaty confines of his tight briefs. In no time, the first thick drop of clear precum glistened at the tip of Tank’s mighty cock, and I knew he was now primed for the evening’s entertainment.
I couldn't help smiling inwardly when I pulled the chrome clothespins off Tank's nipples and his eyes blissfully glazed over for a moment as the blood rushed back into them. Talk about nipple-sensitive! Fuck, if this is how the kid reacts to this Mickey Mouse stuff, I thought, he's going to freak when we start going heavy-duty! But I quickly reminded myself that going heavy-duty was a long, long way off yet.
With that in mind, and knowing how anybody who lifts weights gets off on his own pumped muscles, I led Tank and Mark downstairs, and then pointed the massive muscle stud over to the bench press. There was already a bar waiting for the young man, loaded with 400 pounds of steel, and I told him to warm up by cranking off three sets of 20 reps each.
"Yes, Sir," he replied, sliding under the 400 pound barbell as if that was everyone’s warm-up weight. I wondered how much his max weight was, and suspected that this muscle monster was probably somewhere in world record territory. Crap, just how strong WAS this kid?!
"But before you start," I said, "these are to remind you to concentrate on your pecs." His eyes widened when he saw me pick up a couple of mean-looking alligator clamps from a nearby work bench and then hold them up a moment for his inspection.
He hoped gritting his teeth would help but, no, he still ended up wincing and moaning involuntarily in pain when I eased first one then the other clamp onto his erect nipples. "There, that'll help," I taunted. "Now, squeeze out those reps!"
Like I suspected it would be, all three sets of 20 reps were a piece of cake for him, his massive pecs bulging spectacularly with each hoist of the heavy weights. Fine, let him think he was finished. I tapped the ends of his nipples, which made his massive cock jump and brought a whimper to his lips. A long drooling line of precum began to drip from Tank’s cock to pool in the middle of his abs, the young stud obviously enjoying the nipple abuse. Mark just stared gawking at Tank's body, obviously enjoying both the big man’s awesome size and his obedient submission.
I then ordered Tank over to the incline bench, where I told him to use the pair of 150 pound dumbbells to squeeze off three sets of 20 reps of incline flyes, another great chest exercise.
Before Tank could open his mouth to respond, I gave the two alligator clamps a good twist to remind him who was the boss. He let out a howl and I roared, "Do you have a problem with that?!” He obediently shook his head no and, with his concentration focused back on his pecs, sat on the incline bench and did the flyes in strict form like a good boy, his great muscles straining under the huge weight.
He was a stunningly beautiful sight pumping all that iron. His huge pecs alternately contracted and relaxed across his incredibly broad chest, his shoulders writhed in a blatant display of awesome power and strength, and his cannonball arms grew to near-inhuman proportions, swelling to at least 26 inches, the largest arms I had ever seen on a man. The man was a monster! But he was now MY monster.
And if Mark and I thought the muscle show was a beautiful sight, then watching those clamps turn Tank's swollen nipples into concentrated pain receptors was nothing short of fantastic. They were tenderizing his tortured nipples and searing a memory of that workout into his brain that he'd never forget. By the look on his face, I could tell he was hurting something fierce by the of his third set of 20 reps.
But if his handsome, pain-contorted face said one thing, his hyper erect horse cock said another. It belied Tank's pained expression by pointing straight up in the air like a loaded howitzer, just itchin' to go off. All Tank needed was someone to pull the trigger. And, dammit, that someone was going to be me.
I had Tank repeat three sets of both exercises another four times, steadily increasing the weights each time until he was flat benching 800 pounds and incline pressing 300 pounds in each hand! God DAMN but this boy was strong!! He grunted and strained, but he managed to pump out three sets of 20 under even this heaviest weight, and I knew then for certain that this kid could easily shatter world strength records if given half the chance. My rock hard cock lurched powerfully in my pants, demanding my attention, but I continued to ignore its insistent throbbing.
Tank was temporarily exhausted by the time I finally let him stop, but man, you should have SEEN his chest, shoulders, and arms! He was pumped bigger than a fucking house!!
He looked so hot I was having real trouble controlling my baser instincts. The way my hard cock and aching balls were screaming for relief, it was all I could do to keep from throwing Tank down and fucking him right then and there. So I did the next best thing. I took the clamps off his tits.
Sure enough, Tank's pecs were so pumped and tender that when the blood hit the nerve endings in his nipples, it zapped him like a bolt of lightning. He let out a howl of pain and almost doubled over.
"No you don't!" I yelled. "Stand up! I want those tits pointing skyward! And keep your fucking hands by your sides!"
I gotta hand it to the kid, he might have had tears in his eyes but he stood up and thrust out his chest like a man. And he stayed like that, too, when I started grabbing handfuls of those heavy slabs of chest meat, groping them and massaging the buggery out of them. Then I started pounding them with my fists and generally giving his chest a heavy workover.
Before long I could feel Tank responding, flexing his pecs and resisting my rough attention. That's right, kid, I thought, fight me. Fight me hard. But Tank wasn't fighting and I knew it. Just the opposite. Any man with muscles welcomes the chance to show off the results of his work, to be inspected and compared, to be admired. I respected that, and so did Mark.
"Okay, flex!" I ordered. "Swell that chest, tighten those pecs! Come on, Tank, let me feel those big pecs bust clear outta that skin! Impress us, man! That's right, fucking impress us!"
When he hunkered down into a most-muscular pose, I thought I would pass out from the sight of his gargantuan chest cleaving into two striated fans of the thickest, densest, hardest muscle I had ever seen. I thought the massive muscles would burst out of his body. I grabbed those large inviting nipples of his and spun them back and forth like dials to help him along. "That's it, kid! Keep flexing and straining! Flex hard! HARDER!! Now, hold it! Hold it right there!" While he held the contraction, I bent down and took his left nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. His man-tit instantly responded to the oral stimulation. In no time I had him moaning and groaning and gasping for breath.
Sometimes I'd gently nip with my teeth at those big mounds of pec-flesh and other times I'd suck them deep into my mouth and grind them, grind 'em good with my incisors and molars. And then sometimes, for a nice change of pace, I'd flick over his nipples with the end of my tongue, tickling the red-hot nips just enough to let him know I was there. After all the rough stuff, this seemed to drive Tank the craziest. It's true, you know -- sometimes less is more.
The way my big balls were churning, I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer this time round. I took a quick glance at the huge, glistening blobs of milky pre-cum oozing from Tank's baseball bat of a penis and figured he was damn close, too. Time to go out with a bang, I thought.
I groped at and chewed on his heaving man-tits for a few more seconds, then told him to go lie facedown on the examination bench while I picked up a few toys. Mark watched fascinated as I fastened the leather restraints to Tank’s big wrists and ankles to immobilize him. Tank’s huge cock was trapped underneath his abs, but his huge, low-hanging balls were readily accessible between his widespread, columnar thighs. I grasped both those huge, hot orbs in one hand, easily filling my big palm to overflowing, and tied a thin leather cord around the base of the heavy balls.
Tank couldn’t see what I did next, but Mark could.
I walked over to a nearby bench and picked up one of the 150-pound dumbbells that Tank had recently finished using. Straining against the great weight, I brought it back to the examination table and silently set it down between Tank’s mighty thighs, just a few inches below his unprotected balls. Mark’s eyes grew as large as saucers when he saw me begin to tie the other end of the thick cord to the dumbbell bar, and he clearly began to fear for the safety of Tank’s elephantine nuts. I just stared Mark into silence and finished my preparations, Tank completely unaware of what would happen next.
I walked over to the side of the table and, without ceremony, pulled a lever that opened up the section of the table supporting Tank’s cock and balls.
Everything then happened in slow motion.
The cock, balls, and dumbbell began to fall simultaneously, released by the sudden opened in the tale. For just a moment, a look of relief crossed Tank’s handsome features, his massive cock and balls no longer trapped beneath his heavy, muscular body. But as the 150 pounds of iron continued to descend toward the floor, it quickly took up the four or five inches of slack in the leather cord and began to pull at Tank’s mighty nuts. The look of relief was quickly replaced by one of confusion, which in turn quickly changed to surprise and agony as the weight yanked at the great testes.
The huge dumbbell threatened to tear Tank’s huge nuts clean from his body, pulling them to 3 inches, then to 4 inches, then 5 inches, then 5 ½ inches, all in a fraction of a second. Finally, at a brutal and extraordinary 6 full inches, the huge weight was jerked to a rough and sudden stop by Tank’s mighty bull balls. Every spectacular muscle in the handsome stud’s huge body bulged in fantastic relief, and he threw back his head and let out a deep, deafening animal bellow of sheer agony. At the same moment, a huge wad of clear precum, larger than most men’s entire ejaculations, shot from Tank’s pulsing cock with such force that it landed between Mark’s feet, more than six feet in front of the table.
Though they were stretched beyond anything that seemed humanly possible, Tank’s nuts had gone to battle with gravity and won. I breathed a sigh of relief, for I wasn’t sure if even Tank’s mighty balls could have taken such a massive weight. It was twice the acknowledged world record for amount of weight suspended solely by a man’s balls, but I had somehow known that this huge muscle man was such a stud that he could carry twice that weight and more. I was just thankful that I had been right!
The hairless scrotum was stretched a full 6 dramatic inches from the base of the huge cock, the scrotal skin stretched perilously thin and the thick ball cords clearly visible through the shiny sac. I felt along the length of those thick cords to confirm that they were indeed still firmly anchored in his crotch, and wondered if they, too, were not made of steel like the rest of this hot young stud’s physique. Though taut as bowstrings, those all important and life-giving cords and vessels attaching Tank’s glorious nuts to his body were suspending the 150 pounds of steel just fine, so I moved my hands farther down to inspect the stud’s goliath balls.
The huge balls themselves looked even more massive than before, bulging obscenely at the bottom of their overstretched pouch. Each giant, fist-sized nut was clearly defined through the thin scrotum, and they bulged bright red and shiny, threatening to burst from his sac at any moment. The weight itself had come to a stop a mere ½-inch from the concrete floor, and swayed gently, increasing the excruciating pain already being inflicted on the young stud’s mighty nuts.
Again, I thought both Mark and I would cum at the sight of this hyper masculine display of strength and super human endurance, but somehow we both held on.
I pulled another lever at the side of the table, and the section supporting Tank’s massive pecs dropped away. With their huge weight and mass, those magnificent chest muscle hung down well below the level of the tall table. Mark and I both cupped our hands under each of Tank’s pecs and felt the great weight of the mighty muscles and admiring them for several long minutes.
After his huge pecs had received a rough fondling from both of us, Tank seemed to calm down. Fondling can do that for a guy.
Then I fastened a couple of vicious Dutch Demon clips to his nipples, and Tank groaned in fresh pain. When I clipped 10-pound weights onto each nipple clip, his thick nipples were profoundly stretched down from his chest. The expression of pained pleasure on Tank’s face was downright heartwarming. Man, I could hardly wait until we really got going and all those weights started jumping up and down, jerking like crazy on those nipple clamps and those massive bull nuts! The teeth in the tit clamps would make mincemeat outta those swollen nipples, and then he'd really be fucking ecstatic! I just hoped his balls were strong enough to continue to endure the 150-pound dumbbell.
I looked at Tank's massive, impossibly wide back and rounded, muscular ass bulging before me, and I stood between his wide spread, muscular legs and began to knead that fantastic butt. Tank started to shake his head. "Please Sir, no, not that!"
I couldn't tell if Tank was just role-playing or for real. But judging from the fear in the young man’s soulful brown eyes and the way he started struggling against his restraints, I realized he was truly frightened. And then it dawned on me — this huge muscle stud, the most handsome and extraordinarily powerfully built man I had ever seen, was a virgin!
Mark just stared at us, then leaned over and whispered to me, "Fuck the ass off of him! Any guy with pecs that big deserves to be fucked real good!”
That was all the encouragement I needed.
Tank's pearly gate was a tight little fucker. "Oh no, Sir!" Tank moaned as I began to press my huge cockhead against his tight, muscular cherry.
Mark got beneath the table, grabbed one of Tank’s huge screaming nuts in each of his hands, and squeezed them as hard as he could. He got close to Tank's ear and sneered, "Open up your ass and take it like a man!"
The incredible pain in Tank’s nuts helped weaken his resistance against me, but my dick's also on the big side at a whopping 10 ½ inches and with a girth as thick as a coke can, so it took some time and a lot of pressure before I could slip my cockhead past his super tight sphincter and into his asshole. All the while, Tank was moaning and groaning and rolling his head back and forth, his spectacular muscles writhing all across his expansive back as he struggled futilely against his bonds. The big stud was powerless to stop me from raping his ass, and he knew if as well as I did, but he kept right on struggling anyway.
Once my cockhead was in past that tight, muscular ring, though, I decided I'd been Mr. Nice Guy long enough and it was time to get down to some serious fucking. I took a deep breath and, with a grunt, rammed my cock right to the balls up that tight tunnel in one quick, gut-bustin' thrust.
Going by the look of wide-eyed surprise on his face, it was clear that Tank had never been fucked before. He let out another thundering bellow of agony, his knuckles going white from gripping the edge of the table so hard, and I thought my dick was a goner the way his ass clamped down on it. The man's muscular ass was so strong that I thought it would snap off my cock right at the root!
As I began to pump in and out of Tank’s tight hole, Mark went to work beneath him, alternating between yanking on the weights attached to the stud’s thick nipples and brutalizing the guy’s huge, trapped, defenseless nuts. It turned out that Mark was really into delivering pain, and he really went to town on Tank, punching and pummeling, squeezing and crushing, pounding and pulverizing those massive, meaty orbs with devastating force. Any lesser man’s balls would have quickly been reduced to rubble, but not only did Tank endure it, his cock began to belch out thicker and thicker wads of precum until it was continually drooling onto the floor, creating an ever-widening puddle of his fluid. Tank must have had super human endurance and stamina, not to mention balls of granite, for Mark never let up on his assault, and I quickly lost count of the number of blows after about 100.
Ten minutes into this abuse, and Tank was moaning and squirming with pain and pleasure. He was now getting his ass royally fucked for the very first time, and I could tell that the clamps on his tits and the bludgeoning of his balls were speeding him right to the ultimate pain point where I wanted him to be. He was fucking awesome, the way his muscles contorted and writhed all over his tanned upper body, the way his oversized nipples were caught in the clamps and pulled down from his carved Herculean pecs, the way he grunted and his whole body bucked every time Mark delivered another devastating blow to his seemingly indestructible bull nuts, the way his skin glistened with sweat under the dim lights, and that look of total tit- and ball-induced absorption on his face. Fuck, he was hot!
By now I was panting like a bellows and sweating like a pig as I rammed my cock again and again into Tank's tight muscle butt. When my balls had a sudden spasm, I gasped, "Any second now! Any fucking second!" and started pounding harder and faster.
Tank grunted as Mark unclipped the clamps from his tits. Just like before, only worse, when fresh blood hit those starved nerve endings and he roared, “OH FUCK!! MY TITS!! THE PAIN!!”
Tank started thrashing around like he was getting hit with 20,000 volts. He was in agony, and very close to the edge himself.
Mark then grabbed the base of the 150-pound weight hanging suspended by nothing but Tank’s massive balls, and pulled it down toward the floor.
That’s when all hell broke loose.
As Tank’s bruised and battered nuts were pulled to an unbelievable and impossible 6 ½ inches from his crotch, the mighty muscle man bellowed in fearsome agony, his great nuts a hair’s breadth from ripping right off of his body. At the same moment, without a single hand touching it, Tank’s monster cock began spurting the thickest, whitest slugs of prime stud cum I had ever seen.
Maybe blasted or exploded was a better word, for the cum burst forth with a force and a volume unlike anything I had ever seen or even heard of. Massive, creamy wads, each larger than what a normal man could cum in a week, shot out in thick white ropes and streamers, one after the other in an unending display of super human virility. The slugs of stud juice rocketed forth with such force that many of them hit the stone wall some 15 feet away, striking with a wet SLAP!! a good 3 or 4 feet up the wall and then slowing oozing down the rough, cinder block surface. Many other slugs struck Mark, who was often directly in the line of fire, and he was quickly drenched by the torrent of cum that erupted from Tank’s monstrous beast of a cock.
All this thrashing and bucking around, and the awesome rhythmic clenching of Tank’s muscular bowels, triggered a mind-blowing explosion in my own nuts. Throwing back my head, I let out a roar to match Tank's and damn near passed out as I was hit with one heavy-duty contraction after another. A steaming load of jism rocketed up my cock and blasted out my piss hole deep into Tank's heaving guts. It felt like I was shooting bullets! It was the biggest, most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my life.
Even as my huge orgasm came to an end, Tank powerfully thundered onward, pounding quarts and quarts of his hot seed all over Mark, the floor, and the far wall. Throughout Tank’s titanic ejaculation, Mark continued to punch and bludgeon the huge muscle man’s mighty bull nuts. Mark had straddled the dumbbell with his legs, effectively adding his weight to that of the dumbbell and keeping Tank’s now extremely low-hanging nuts stretched to their absolute limit. Mark then used his fists to pummel and batter the immobile and screaming nuts with all his might. I began to worry, as the teenager seemed intent on destroying those mammoth, magnificent testicles. Anything that marred or damaged the stunning masculinity of this god-like stud would have been a tragedy of epic proportions. Yet still, somehow, Tank’s nuts endured even this terrible abuse, pumping out even more cum in an unending display of alpha male superiority.
Finally, after several full MINUTES, Tank’s unbelievable and earth-shattering orgasm finally began to ebb, until the last big wad belched from the tip of his cock onto Mark’s already cum-drenched chest.
Mark frantically jerked himself off as he continued to grope at Tank’s huge pecs and tenderized nuts. As he neared his climax, Mark picked up a pair of huge pliers, the kind usually used on galvanized steel pipes, and opened it over Tank’s terrifically bruised and battered left nut. I could only watch in horror, unable to stop the kid, as he clamped down with all his might, utterly crushing the massive gonad between the serrated edges of the huge pliers.
Mark squeezed so hard that the teeth of the pliers almost met, his big and powerful muscles bulging and straining with the effort. I thought for certain that Tank’s mighty nut would burst under the tremendous pressure, and knew I was about to witness the partial unmanning of the greatest stud male that had ever walked the earth!
But instead, stunning and surprising both me and Mark, Tank’s tortured gland held, defying even this most brutal torment, and the huge hunk began to cum a second time, this second load very nearly as powerful and copious as the one before.
Tank arched his massive back and screamed in pure agony as the cruel metal caused a searing pain to shoot through his swollen bull nut. The mighty testicle quivered uncontrollably with the pain, bulging grotesquely around the invading metal teeth and threatening to explode at any moment even as it pumped mind-blowing quantities of muscle jock spew out of his pulsating cock. Hot cum also gushed out of Mark's sizable cock and splashed all over his muscular victim, but even his impressive load was quickly lost among the fresh buckets of cum pounding out of Tank’s mighty cock.
Mark held those cruel pliers clamped down throughout Tank’s spectacular second orgasm and beyond, keeping the man’s awesome bull nut quivering on the razor’s edge of destruction long after Tank’s mighty orgasm was complete. The big man kept on bellowing and thrashing in response to the searing agony in his crumbling testicle. But somehow, impossibly, Tank’s colossal gonad survived, and as Mark finally released the pliers from the tortured man fruit, it quickly plumped back to its normal, egg-like shape.
Tank’s mighty nuts had survived intact! And, other than some heavy-duty bruising that would take a week or more to go away, they were undamaged after enduring abuses that would have ruined a normal man a hundred times over. Tank had proven that he was the greatest stud in the world, and I couldn’t believe that he’d landed in my home.
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Man, it took a long time for Tank, Mark, and me to recover from that first workout. Mark and I came two more times each that night, while Tank beat us all with a total of seven magnificent loads, each one a massive, knock you to the floor deluge of thick, white-hot super cum.
Mark continued to brutally torture and torment Tank’s massive balls throughout the night, but even after we untied the huge stud, he never resisted even the worst brutalities that were inflicted on his behemoth balls. Mark even used the pliers again that night, this time on Tank’s other ball and to the same dramatic effect, and Tank just laid back and let him do it. I’ve learned to be careful having those two play together by themselves; Tank is too submissive to ever say no, even when the punishment threatens to cause him serious permanent harm, and Mark has no concept of limits.
Then again, it’s entirely possible that this massively muscular stud of a man HAS no limits!!
By the time I took the 150-pound dumbbell off of Tank’s mighty bull nuts at the end of the evening, his scrotum had been permanently elongated to 4 full inches, making his huge low-hangers hang very low indeed. No more boxer shorts for our young stud; he’ll need to wear briefs just to keep from accidentally sitting on his huge bull nuts.
Over the past few months, I’ve continued stretching that amazing ball sac, and his titanic balls now naturally hang over 6 inches from his crotch, and the mighty gonads can be stretched to over 8 ½ inches with sufficient weight. I’m hoping in a year or so to get those massive nuts past the stud’s knees!
Sometimes the first time is the best. I'm happy to say that ain't so in our case. It just keeps getting better. We had a mind-blowing time that weekend, getting to know each other in and out of the playroom. Turns out Tank and I were both what the other was looking for. But our subsequent visits have been even better, and Mark visits too when he gets hot for a muscle workout…which is at least several times a week! On one of Mark’s recent visits, we established a new record, making Tank cum a total of 12 times in one night. But our muscle stud is so virile, I’m sure he’ll even surpass that some day!
You should have seen Tank at work the following Monday after our first weekend together. I made him wear his tightest T-shirt so that even when he was standing still, there'd be some pressure on his supersensitive nipples and he'd keep remembering the weekend. I also made him go without any underwear, so not only were his heavily bruised bull balls chaffed by the denim jeans, the baggy pants allowed the stretched nuts to bounce freely whenever he moved, causing him lots and lots of delicious pain. And when he moved around hauling bricks and two-by-fours, man, he was in absolute agony. I liked that.
Now, unless I tell him to, he won't wear a shirt at work. He's proud of his huge pecs and the big, pain-worked nipples on them. On Fridays, when we're all sitting around having lunch and talking about strippers and which is the best part and all, Tank'll look me right in the eye and say "Tits."
And Tank ought to know. He's got the biggest pecs in Texas.
What I have is Tank…
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I think I just learned how to have multiple orgasms :)
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