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Manfred Wanks in the Woods
by paladinblue
Manfred's family is rich. They owned a big house in a 12-acre birch forest that they also owned. It had been a month since Manfred's parents took off on their private jet on their second honeymoon in Europe, and Manfred is left alone on the estate, with all the freedom an 18- year-old ever dreamed of having. He hasn't worn any clothes for the past month now (except a pair of boots when he goes off on his daily trip into the woods) assured as he was that there wasn't anybody else on his vast estate to catch him strutting around in the nude.
Not that he would be embarrassed even if he was, At 6 feet tall, Manfred was proud of his young and athletic body, proud of the 180 pounds of pure muscle he had slowly accumulated over his teen years with all the work he put in pumping iron in his weights room at home.
Ever since his parents left, Manfred has developed a sort of daily ritual. He woke at 10, has a huge breakfast of half a dozen eggs, then works out in his weights room until afternoon, when the fun begins. In the afternoon, glistening with sweat from his workout, his muscles pumped and bulging from his exertions, Manfred puts on his boots as a sole article of clothing and walks out into the woods. There, confident that no one else was looking, Manfred will lean his back on the smooth bark of a birch tree, grab his flaccid dick, stroke it to its full 8 inches and ride on the very edge of orgasm for hours on end.
He'd only stop when the sky begins to darken and the woods grow cold, when he'd brace himself, violently jerk his dick and shoot his daily load in a massive orgasm.
Having pumped his prostate for over four hours, Manfred never fails to squirt a huge load: a dozen thick ropes of milky white cum every evening. It helped that he had balls the size of lemons too, with lots of sperm-making tissues to feed his ejaculation. Over the past month, he had marked thirty different trees with his cum, planted his living seed into their roots. Manfred saw it as a way of marking out, like an animal, what he saw (in the absence of his parents) as HIS territory.
One evening, having built up a particularly massive orgasm for five hours, Manfred was too engrossed by the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis to notice that five men had arrived and surrounded the tree he was reclining against. Manfred's eyes were closed, his mouth was still moaning with pleasure, even as four of the men grabbed each of his limbs and restrained him. Manfred's eyelids flew open with fear. He was too shocked to scream - and even if he did there was no one else about to hear him anyway. He struggled to get free, flexing his powerful arms, chest and legs against the strangers holding him. But his regimen of weightlifting in the morning had taken its toll. Manfred's muscles, big as they were, were exhausted from the exertion of all the bench presses, squats & flys earlier in the day. His pecs and biceps flexed in vain against his captors, who after all weren't particularly scrawny themselves.
Although all of them were shorter than Manfred, they were of stocky build with thick arms that could resist yielding to Manfred's struggles.
The fifth man stood alone, grinning. He eyed Manfred's body coyly, relishing the display of musculature the young man was giving in the struggles against the fifth man's compatriots.
"Tie him up," the fifth man said.
The two men holding onto Manfred's arms lifted them up to two sturdy low branches of the birch tree Manfred had originally intended to spray with his cum. The two burlier men hugging onto Manfred's thick calves slammed his legs onto the opposite sides of the birch tree's trunk. The fifth man, took out a long roll of duct tape and secured Manfred's wrists and ankles to the birch.
When he was finished, all four men let go, but Manfred continued his struggles against the duct tape. His torso was free, and Manfred seemed to be violently thrusting the air as he tried to release his arms and legs.
"What do you want!?" Manfred finally found his voice again, and screamed.
"Stop shouting," said the fifth man, "there is no one here to hear you. Most of what we want, you have already given us. For the past month, we've been filming you, photographing you. Nothing like watching a rich young wanker beat his meat for hours. Although I must say, you're very good at it. Who knew a man could make so much sperm? But with nuts the size of these, I don't expect any less." He laughed as he prodded Manfred's testicles with his finger, bulging with the day's unspent load.
"You're being filmed and photographed as we speak by the way," the fifth man added. All around him, the other men were fiddling with cameras, taking snaps of Manfred's face and dick and abs. "But all this is a little boring: a fid young lad jerking off. C'mon, let's make this a little more....interesting."
The fifth man grabbed and tore off a bunch of twigs from the birch trees and taped them together at one end, like a brush. He weighed it meditatively, then suddenly began striking Manfred over his chest, his inner thighs and throbbing penis. Manfred yelped with each strike and begged the man to stop. The birch twigs were leaving red welts of pain all over Manfred's chiseled body.
Tears began to form at the corners of the young man's eyes.
"Crying already? That was just the overture!" The fifth man said as he used the twigs tow whip at Manfred's massive bull balls. Manfred screamed, but the man didn't stop. His scrotum was turning an angry red and retreating into his abdomen.
"my balls, not my balls....please. my balls, my balls," Manfred was whimpering senselessly with tears running down the sides of his boyish face. His powerful and manly frame looked spent as it sagged helplessly from its restraints.
"Don't worry," the fifth man said as he grabbed hold of Manfred's testicles, "they're still alright. Can't you feel them?" And he squeezed them viciously.
"NO!!" Manfred hollered, and thrust his body up and down in pain. His abs rippled with the continual agony of his balls.
The fifth man dug a long thumbnail into Manfred's right testicle, making the young man (barely out of boyhood) scream like a wounded animal. When he let go of the pair of boy-balls, Manfred regained enough of his senses to shout curses at his captors, threatening them with lawsuits.
The fifth man laughed. "Take any action against us," he said, "and we'll release all the photos and tapes of you jerking it off. Got that? Now shut up while I punish you for your insolence." He stepped back and threw all his weight behind a kick to Manfred's testicles. The steel-toed boot caught Manfred's right nut perfectly and flattened it against the bark of the tree behind it.
Manfred grew senseless with tears again, as the fifth man drove punch after punch into Manfred's family jewels. Each time he punched, the fifth man ground his knuckles into he tender meat of Manfred's manhood, mashing it until it swelled to twice its normal size.
"Wow," the fifth man said in mocking awe, "these nuts are big. We could use them to play tennis if we cut them off."
He held Manfred's right testicle in his hand. Only one ball could fit at a time on his hand now. It felt heavy, and was dark from all the bruising. The young man's balls looked like a pair of plums ripe for plucking. One of the other men brought out and opened a box full of small pins. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Manfred was too dazed with his present pain to notice it and deduce what it meant for him and his testicles.
The fifth man picked up a long, sharp pin in his right hand while gently massaging Manfred's right nut in his left hand. He poked at the boy's scrotal skin with the pin, then slowly drove it deep into the heart of Manfred's baby-maker.
The young man let out high-pitched scream after scream, as though he were having some sort of orgasm. Despite the pain, Manfred's dick began to thicken and rise to its full 8 inches. The fifth man noticed it and began stroking the boy's dick. It quivered with pleasure, and its purple head peeked out from under its foreskin, a head as purple as the bruised balls that hung beneath it.
"Seems like you enjoy this sort of stuff, pretty boy," the fifth man mocked as he drove another pin into Manfred's right orb. It was a thicker pin this time, a fatter pin. A drop of blood oozed out at its point of entry. He took two smaller pins and pierced both of Manfred's dime-sized nipples, then took a long pin and drove it through the bulging head of Manfred's penis. Manfred screamed in a mix of agony and pleasure, and began thrusting his hips, releasing the pent up load for the day. Twelve long streaks of blood mixed with sperm shot out of his cock and struck the fifth man on the face. The fifth man relished it, gathering off all the virgin cum from his face with the palm of his hand and licking it off.
"That's all the fun for tonight, wanker. We'll come back tomorrow....if we feel like it," said the fifth man as he left with his compatriots, leaving Manfred still tied to the tree, with a limp cock pierced through the head, pins through his genitals and nipples and sobbing uncontrollably.
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