Friday, April 29, 2016
Saddle Castration - Part 3
Once again, I've posted an illustration to accompany this story. It can be found on my artwork blog at http://jaysesbrutalballbustingdrawings.blogspot.com/
Based on an original story by an anonymous author
A young man’s virility is put to the ultimate test while riding a specially designed mechanical bull.
Then, without warning, the mechanical bull cranked it up to full power – level 12.
The bull began to buck like a demon, its fury and violence unmatched by anything that came before. Within no more than 10 seconds, Doug finally lost his purchase on the bull, and fell off.
Now, Doug did not fall to the floor, for his arms were still tied above his head, his wrists bound in thick iron manacles attached to a ring in the ceiling. Doug continued to hang suspended from the ceiling, but he could no longer try to make his body move in time with the bull. In seeming slow motion, Michael watched as the bull dove downward, waiting to see Doug’s enormous balls, the wellspring of his mighty masculinity, torn from his body. The bull dove down and down with tremendous force, and Michael watched as Doug’s balls were stretched again to 12 inches, then 13 inches, and then beyond to an awesome 14 inches. Yet the bull was still diving downward, pulling Doug’s balls along with it. But Doug’s balls remained fully rooted to his crotch, for the moment anyway. 15 inches, 15 ½ inches, my god, how could any man endure this! 16 aching inches, four TIMES the already awesome dangle of this stud’s huge, beefy, low-hanging balls!
Doug bellowed in unimaginable agony as his balls were stretched to 16 ½ inches from his crotch, his entire body straining, tremendous muscles bulging mightily, like some god of sex and masculinity brought to life. His balls’ cords were stretched to the max, and were clearly visible through the thinly stretched skin of his scrotum, which now formed a ridiculously thin neck of flesh nearly a foot and a half long connecting his mighty testicles to the rest of his body. His balls were bulging so hugely and so monstrously at the bottom of this thin pipe of flesh that the gigantic, coconut-sized, purple-red orbs no longer looked like something human. They glistened with ball sweat and thick cum, the scrotal skin stretched so perilously thin that it shined in the light, and every curve of the massive contents it was trying to contain showing clearly through the gossamer flesh.
And then, at the bottom of this unbelievable stretch, the truly spectacular happened. Instead of being torn asunder from his body, Doug’s massive balls pumped a gigantic gout of pure sperm up through his throbbing cock, spraying into the air like a fucking geyser. Impossibly, the majestic wad was even larger than those seen in his previous two orgasms, despite the fact that he came 5 minutes ago, and then 10 minutes before that. The enormous wad was so thick that it looks like it would split Doug’s huge cock in two, and blasted with such force that it actually knocked over several men who were in the direct line of fire.
The bull recoiled, allowing Doug’s balls to snap back like they are on elastic bands, and then the bull dove again, this time to Doug’s right, violently yanking the young man’s behemoth balls to the side. This time the bull dove even farther, tearing Doug’s balls down to an unimaginable 17 inches from his muscular crotch. And once again Doug let loose with a gargantuan slug of fresh spunk, striking down several more spectators as he bellowed again in deep-throated agony. And then again, and again, and yet again, the diabolical bull tore at Doug’s balls of steel, and each time they somehow endured, blasting out yet another monumental volley of sperm. It almost looked like an ironic reversal of fortunes, with the man being milked by the beast, almost like a cow being milked by its udders; every vicious downward pull on Doug’s massive spuds caused him to shoot forth another blast of his thick and powerful man milk.
On and on this continued, with the bull yanking and pulling at Doug’s balls with horrific force, stretching them down, forward, backward, left, and right, and everything in between, slowly but steadily stretching those mighty male powerhouses farther and farther from his crotch. And every once in a while, after each third or fourth dive, the bull would rear up, with a resounding and very wet slap of flesh on leather, into Doug’s unprotected balls, smashing them into his crotch. And unlike before, where the bucking of the bull caused Doug’s massive 385 pounds to smash into his bull nuts, crushing them against the saddle horn, Doug was now the immobile object, and the bull was the force and the weight crashing into his nuts. The bull weighed a full ton and was propelled by powerful hydraulic pistons. The blow was pure devastation. Not only would it obliterate any other man’s testicles, it would also shatter his pelvis, and his spine as well, and probably kill him instantly. But once again, Doug proved to be stronger and tougher than any other man alive, enduring the terrible punishment, surviving blow after terrible blow. However, Michael could see that the destructive blows were beginning to take their toll on Doug’s battered and bruised baby makers, and that it wouldn’t be long before even these gargantuan nuts, paragons of masculine ball meat, would be reduced to 20 pounds of pulped and broken ball flesh. It only remained to be seen which would claim Doug’s awesome masculinity first, the terrible stretching of his balls, or the brutal and unrelenting pummeling they were receiving by the bull itself.
One minute passed, and then two, and still Doug endured, though it was clear even he could not hold out much longer. His balls were stretched to 17 ½ inches, and then 18 inches, and then 18 ½ inches, gradually stretching more and more with each mighty pull, slowly losing their battle against the unforgiving metal beast. Doug’s loads were just as furious as the bucking of the beast, and erupting every few seconds as if in defiance of the worst that the bull can dish out. Three minutes went by, and by now Doug had blasted out nearly 200 mammoth-sized wads of sperm. The very floor was coated with a thick film of his male essence, making the floor extremely slippery, and the spectators themselves were literally drenched with the stuff. And STILL Doug endured, his powerful groans and bellows of agony reverberating off of the very walls.
The mechanical bull was raging so fiercely that black smoke was beginning to waft from underneath the beast, as it exceeded all design specifications, pushing beyond the intended limits of its design. The beast seemed truly demonic, as if it hungered for the destruction of the muscle god suspended above it.
Another minute passed, and Doug’s balls were stretched to 19 inches, then 19 ½ inches. Still somehow they endured, finding some hidden reservoir of strength that allowed the mighty ball cords and huge scrotum to survive a violent and brutal stretching that no human male was ever meant to endure. The pain in Doug’s bull balls was beyond comprehension, and with each mighty tug his thick ball cords threatened to snap and tear free of his body. And the pummeling his mighty gonads were enduring was beginning to have an effect as well, for with each new blow the men could see that Doug’s balls were getting more and more mushy, their incredibly tough and resilient outer walls beginning to succumb to the brutal pounding. And yet Doug continued to pound out load after unbelievable load of his precious male fluids, which continued to add to the massive sticky mess on the floor of the ballroom.
The smoke emanating from the bull was getting thicker, and a few sparks flew from the machine, but Michael was not about to shut the machine down, not when at any moment Doug’s destruction would be complete. At this point, any tug by the bull could be the last, and any powerful crushing of Doug’s testicles could pop them like a pair of overripe melons. Michael and the other spectators are convinced that Doug’s end was only moments away.
The seconds ticked by, and STILL Doug persevered. His balls defied possibility and stretched even further, stretching to 20 inches, and finally 20 ½ inches, over five times his natural dangle, and now stretched the entire length of the young man’s heroic horse cock! His mighty ball cords were at their absolute limit, and refused to stretch any further. Doug’s bellows of pain were frantic and agony-filled, for he knew that, despite the tremendous fight he had put up, he could not survive the onslaught of this diabolical mechanical beast any longer. As the final seconds went by, Doug realized in some detached corner of his mind that in a few moments he will have been on the bull for a full hour, nearly doubling the time record set by Troy, and some strange part of his pain-addled brain was pleased that he was able to accomplish such an incredible feat, and that it would be his last achievement as a complete male.
Doug knew his bruised, battered, and horribly overstretched balls were about to be torn from his body, and he prepared himself for the agony that would surely follow. Still he tried to hold on, but he now knew that all hope was futile.
As the clock neared the top of the hour, the men all knew that the moment they had waited for was finally about to arrive. They all gathered closer to the hanging muscle stud, eager to get a clear view of his super human balls being torn from his body.
That’s when the impossible happened.
Just as the clock reached the top of the hour, when it was clear that perhaps just one more tug would end Doug’s life as a complete man forever, the base of the mechanical bull released multiple arcing blue bolts of electricity. The bull lurched to a stop, paralyzed and frozen at the bottom of its dive, and stretching Doug’s balls an unbelievable 23 ½ inches from his crotch. Doug bellowed in animal agony as a continuous gout of cum erupts from his cock. His balls are visibly quivering in their obscenely stretched sac, threatening to burst forth at any moment, as a river, a virtual torrent of sperm pours forth from his mightily pulsing cock for several long seconds before finally ceasing.
The men can’t believe their eyes, and stare completely transfixed by the sight of Doug caught a hairsbreadth from castration. They hardly even notice the continuing destruction of the mechanical bull until it’s too late.
Maybe it was the fact that the bull had been operating beyond full capacity for so long. Maybe it was the fact that gallons of Doug’s thick sperm had soaked the machine and worked its way into the beast’s motor. Whatever the reason, the bull had a sudden and catastrophic malfunction, discharging a great blast of energy into the floor. The same floor that was coated nearly an inch thick with Doug’s rich cum, a fluid incredibly thick in electrolytes and electricity conducting materials. More of Doug’s hot, sticky fluid coated the bodies of all the men present. In short, the gallons of Doug’s sperm coating everything in the room formed a perfect conduit for the electricity, which poured from the beast into the thick sperm and then into the over 100 men assembled in the room. The one man in the room who was not a part of this circuit was Doug, who was safe suspended from the ceiling. His only connection to the bull was from the metal cord encircling his balls and connecting him to the large ring behind the saddle horn, but since the electrical current was being discharged from the beast’s motor into the floor, he was protected from its effects.
The men hardly had time to utter yelps of surprise before they were paralyzed by the electric current. Thousands of volts of electricity poured into their bodies, and they could not move an inch to save themselves. The lights flickered and dimmed, and then went out entirely for 5 or 6 seconds. A series of explosions could be heard from the mechanical bull, and then all was silent.
As the lights slowly flickered back to life, the room revealed itself to be the scene of mass carnage. Michael and all the rest of the audience of rich male socialites lay dead on the floor, electrocuted by the mechanical bull.
Only Doug survived, suspended from the ceiling by manacles around his wrists, drenched in sweat and cum, completely exhausted, his massive nuts stretched beyond all possible endurance at 23 ½ inches from his muscular crotch. Doug’s handsome head hung limply on his bullish neck, the young muscle stud nearly unconscious with exhaustion and agony. His rampant cock was still hard as a rock, and continued to drool a continuous stream of thick white fluids, adding still more jism to the massive pool of cum beneath him. His battered balls, nearly pulverized by their brutal beating, and even now quivering at the extreme end of their ball cords at the very edge of destruction, had somehow survived.
Doug had beaten the bull. And maybe in some strange way, the bull realized this, and in dying had admitted its defeat. But the bull didn’t perish without exacting its sacrifice, claiming the lives of the rich and jaded men who had used it for their amusement for years, sacrificing the manhood of countless young men to their twisted pleasures. Yes, it was somehow fitting that these men should perish in such a manner.
About three hours later, the squad car arrived at the mansion. The foreman at the local power grid had told the police of a short spike in power usage at this address, and recommended that they send someone to investigate. It was not a high priority call, so it was more than two hours before a car was assigned to visit the scene, and then almost another hour before they arrived at the estate, for the manor was located far from the center of town.
Joe and his rookie partner, Matt, arrived at the manor sure that this would be another bug hunt. But when no one answered the doorbell, they let themselves in and began to search the place. All the lights were on, but no one seemed to be home. They searched most of the huge building but found no signs of anything odd, and were about to leave when Matt decided to check behind one last door, the door leading to the ballroom.
Matt gasped as he opened to door to the scene of carnage within. Matt’s exclamation of surprise brought his partner running, and Joe, too, could only gape in horror at the sight. At least 100 men, all prominent men of the highest economic brackets, and all dressed impeccably in expensive but fluid-soaked suits, lay dead on the floor, their cause of death not immediately apparent. It took several long moments for their eyes to make sense of the scene, and then several more before they realized that there was still someone alive in the room.
Joe didn’t believe that Doug was a person at first. First of all, the man was simply huge, all bulging and sinewy muscles, too large to be a man. Then there was the matter of his cock, a raging beast of a schlong well over a foot and a half long, covered in gnarly veins, and glowing a very angry red. A white fluid flowed freely and in copious amounts from the oversized parody of a cock, and it simply couldn’t be cum, because more sperm was flowing from that cock than Joe himself could produce in a month, and he had some pretty hefty balls.
And then there was the matter of the twin, round, dark purple objects attached to the body of this muscle creature. First of all, they were far too enormous to actually be testicles, and then there was the fact that they were stretched very nearly two feet from his crotch, hanging well past his knees, connected by an extremely taut cord to the saddle of a mechanical bull, frozen in mid buck.
No, this simply could not be a man.
But when Joe saw the muscle man breathe, and heard him groan feebly in terrible pain, he realized that this was indeed a man, the most awesome man he had ever seen in his life!
Joe and Matt rushed forward, careful not to slip in the sperm that thickly coated the floor, and came to the young stud’s aid. The young muscle man had clearly been severely brutalized, and his obscenely stretched and oversized balls were a wicked shade of dark purple from bruising and being stretched for so many hours at the very ends of their ball cords, but he was miraculously alive, and apparently intact. The cops first untied the metal cord from the saddle ring, taking special care to be as gentle as possible and not stretch the young man’s truly humungous balls a single millimeter further than they already had been.
As the cord finally came free, Doug’s balls shot back like rubber bands toward his crotch. The big muscle stud groaned in renewed agony as his huge battered balls jostled wildly in their sac for several long moments. When they finally came to rest, they hung an unbelievable 8 ½ inches from his crotch, were they swung ponderously and pendulously at the bottom of their huge and clearly overstretched scrotum.
The police then gingerly unwrapped the other end of the cord from around the big man’s huge balls, but even their lightest touches elicited groans of pain from the massive muscle man, for even the merest touch caused his grotesquely bruised balls incredible agony.
Doug teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, but struggled to remain aware and to continue to battle the agony in his balls. But as he was finally released from the manacles and lowered to the ground, once he finally knew that he had been rescued, Doug allowed himself to slip into the black and numbing bliss of unconsciousness…
Doug made a rapid and complete recovery, though he was held in the hospital for several days as many tests were performed on the young stud. The police and the doctors viewed the tapes of the night’s events many times, and still could not believe what had occurred, or that Doug and his monstrous, mammoth balls had survived.
One thing had changed, though – Doug’s titanic bull balls, the source of his awesome, super human masculinity, had been stretched so brutally and for so many hours that their natural dangle had more than doubled. Whereas before Doug’s balls were extremely low slung at 4 inches from his crotch, now they boggled the eye, swinging at just over 8 ½ inches from his mighty crotch. The sight was intensely male, the largest testicles in the world hanging very nearly to the knees of the mighty muscle hunk who possessed them.
When the story broke that a secret cabal of wealthy and powerful men had been torturing and castrating young men for their amusement for years, the public outcry was ferocious. Additional men beyond those killed in the massacre were implicated and indicted, and others fled the country rather than face prosecution. Several companies crumbled, as did a number of blue blooded families across four continents.
Doug tried to maintain a low profile, but his fantastic and miraculous survival was also in the news, and when the complete video of his torture hit the Internet, his life as a quiet, unassuming fire fighter was over. The paparazzi and media hounded him wherever he went, and the big muscular stud knew no peace. He was placed into federal protection and provided a new identify and address far from any urban center.
A few months after his harrowing adventure, Doug was contacted by the FBI to inform him that he was the sole beneficiary of the cabal’s amassed fortune. For reasons unknown to anyone now living, Doug had been made the benefactor of the secret society’s amazing wealth, identified in a document signed by Michael himself just hours before the ceremony. Perhaps Michael knew that Doug would survive the ceremony - who can say?
Doug used the money to very quietly buy himself a small island in the Pacific. He now has the privacy he craves and is no longer hounded by the media and crazed fans. He is still hounded and haunted by memories of his near-castration, and has made it his life goal to seek out the members of the cabal who had escaped justice, and bring his own brand of justice to them.