The Ravaging of Giovanni

Jotto is not only one of my favorite artists, but he's also one of my all-time favorite authors! The story below was adapted from one of his classic tales...

The Ravaging of Giovanni

Based on an original story by Jotto

Giovanni is an extraordinarily handsome young man by anyone’s standards. He has a square jaw, brilliant blue eyes, and large, solid frame from his German heritage, while his Italian background provides him with the thick head of dark hair and the perfect olive skin that further highlighted a body worked to muscular perfection. The young, dark-haired stud is barely 20 years old, but years of bodybuilding and martial arts training have packed over 280 pounds of pure muscle onto his big 6’2” frame. 

The handsome hunk has achieved this awesome muscular development totally on his own and without the help of any chemicals or enhancements, but he now feels that his training has hit a wall. Eager to improve on his bodybuilding and martial arts skills, Giovanni has decided to finally try the use of steroids, and is directed by his sensei to a doctor who can get him set up. 

Giovanni reports to the doctor's private laboratory, which is located in a run down and largely abandoned industrial park. The young man feels a little foolish traveling to this deserted part of town on his own, but his desire to get even bigger overrules his feelings of dread, and he enters the building. 

Giovanni walks in to the dingy and musky office, and is immediately intimidated by Dr. Grigori’s presence. Giovanni’s 6’2” Adonis body is hugely buff and exquisitely well defined, but the doctor is a mighty powerhouse of muscle nearly twice his size. The doctor was a good 6’5” or 6’6” tall, and weighed nearly 400 monstrous pounds of thick, battle-hardened muscle. Giovanni's beautiful blue eyes almost bug out of his head at the sight of the massive doctor, by far the biggest man he’s ever seen in his young life, and he immediately knows that he's come to the right place if he wants to get bigger. 

The doctor was equally impressed with Giovanni, though his taciturn expression betrayed nothing. The doctor's cold gray eyes take in all of Giovanni's beauty, drinking in his achingly handsome face and massively developed physique. The one-size-too-small tank top Giovanni is wearing showcases a major set of guns and does the best it could to (unsuccessfully) cover his chiseled and sculpted chest. The flaring lats further test the tensile strength of the tank top's thin fabric, while the young man's slender waist is so muscular and tight that even the undersized tank top is almost baggy across his chiseled midsection. But it is the massive bulge of the young stud's manhood pressing tight against the inside of his blue jean cut-offs that really grabs the massive doctor's attention. The doctor knew immediately that this young man was indeed the perfect subject for his experiments.

“Hi, I’m Giovanni,” the young man says, extending his hand in greeting. “My sensei sent me…”

“Strip.” Dr. Grigori’s thick Russian accent interrupts him.

“What?”

“Strip.”

“Hey dude, I just came here to get…connected. You know, steroids?”

“Not without exam. Strip.”

Giovanni ponders leaving for a moment, but it took him too long to get hooked up with this guy, so he begins to strip by kicking off his flip-flops. Just three undersized articles of clothing kept the boy from breaking laws against nudity. As Giovanni peels the clothing from his muscular body, each reveal confirms the doctor’s judgment of his capacity. And when Giovanni is down to just his supremely overpacked jock strap, the doctor almost loses his composure at the first glimpse of what he knows will soon be the next trophy on his wall. The pouch of the athletic supporter is stretched well beyond its design limits as Giovanni's carefully balanced privates roll and peek out from the sides of the skimpy garment. 

As Giovanni pushes off this last little bit of clothing, his freakishly huge cock and balls are revealed. His colossal testicles drop, fully extending his scrotum until the sack is tight. A phallus with enormous girth and magnificent length heaves forward and swings low, seeming to inhale as it comes to rest just above his knees. As the boy shifts his weight, the Herculean cock sways gently against a set of hefty bull balls that roll across muscular thighs. Giovanni's unclad body stands proudly before Dr. Grigori. Years of judo and bodybuilding have turned him into a god of tight flesh, rippling muscle, and massive man meat. 

Dr. Grigori swiftly walks over to Giovanni and harpoons him in his muscular ass with a syringe.

“Fuck, that hurt! What was that?!”

“Vitamin cocktail.”

“How about a little warning next time, Doc?” The boy protests.

With a quick grasp on his shoulder, Dr. Grigori marches the boy out another door. Giovanni, now nude and stripped of both clothes and dignity, is guided down a long and dark hallway. His bare feet stumble over the uneven floors and through puddles of water. Unknowingly, he is a cow being lead off to slaughter. Throughout the walk, Dr. Grigori can’t keep his eyes off of Giovanni’s massive privates as the boy’s hugely muscular thighs play a naughty game of tennis with his thick penis. As he walks, his huge legs paddle the plump head of his cock back and forth, back and forth. His awesomely low-hanging bull balls are also bounced side to side, dangling so low and heavy in their overstretched sack that the doctor wonders how the huge orbs do not get trapped between the lad's muscular thighs, and crushed to oblivion by those thick columns of muscle. 

Giovanni is put off by the condition of the building.

“What a dump!”

“Yes, but rent is cheap.” Dr. Grigori chuckles at his own joke, his deep voice reverberating off of the slick concrete walls. 

"Where are we going?"

"To finish the testing." Dr. Grigori's response is curt.

"What about my clothes?" Giovanni asks.

"You won't need them any more."

Giovanni is spooked, "What did you mean by that? I think I’ll go home now."

"Amazing how stack of muscles like you can be such a pussy."

That shuts up Giovanni as they walk into a dilapidated room that is lit by a small dingy window and a glass door. The boy recognizes his jeep through the window and thinks of making a nude sprint for his car. 

“Is that your vehicle?” Grigori asks.

“Yeah, I didn’t know where the front door was. I had to walk around this whole building. If you give me a minute, I can park it in a better spot.”

“It can wait.”

As Giovanni’s eyes adjust to the dim conditions, he sees that a metal butchers table, an old desk, and a chair are the only furnishings. Water boils frantically in a coffeepot. Giovanni becomes anxious not only by this sight, but from the smell as well. A scent that is more familiar to an adult movie theater. The doctor guides the stud against the table and falls to his knees confronting Giovanni's raw beauty and his exposed massive manhood. With firm hands, he rolls Giovanni's huge, uncut penis between his fingertips. Giovanni is dismayed by the aggressive handling of his goods, but is willing to put up with the doctor’s antics to get the drugs he wants.

"Never have I seen genitalia of such gross excess," Dr. Grigori quietly remarks.

"You can thank my father for that," is Giovanni's sheepish reply.

“Your sizable ham and eggs would make excellent addition to any collection of hunting trophies mounted on wall.”

“Yeah, right.” Giovanni laughs nervously, but little does he know the doctor was not kidding. That is exactly what Grigori has planned for the boy’s manly package.

“Have ever considered doing adult video?”

“Dr. Grigori, really!”

“Nothing to be shamed of. I have many clients in zat line of work.”

“Well, if you must know, some old guy once paid me a lot of money to jack-off at a nude beach while he video taped me.”

“Ah yes, you’re the one on rock surrounded by waves while doing fellatio on yourself. I thought to recognized you.”

“You mean that old fuck is showing that tape around town?!”

“Actually, selling many copies for big price, on web-site.”

“Well fuck me! I’m going to kill that bastard!”

Dr. Grigori laughs, “You already porn star and did not know.”

“And I thought he was doing me a favor when he gave me a copy...”

Dr. Grigori then brushes the young man’s gargantuan meat to one side and starts juggling Giovanni's heavy, voluminous balls. Despite the huge size of the doctor's meaty hands, it requires both hands to fondle and manipulate the young stud's enormous balls, for they were so large that each orb filled the doctor's huge hand to overflowing. After a few minutes firm but gentle ball fondling, the doctor pulls out his stethoscope and holds it to Giovanni’s sack. He asks the boy to cough and as Giovanni complies, his huge nuts wiggle and pulse in the doctor’s hand.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect for the needs of my pets.” Grigori mutters.

"What was that, Doctor?"

"I was not talking to you."

After several more minutes of this, the doctor releases his hold on the boy’s behemoth balls. With a touch to Giovanni's hip, Dr. Grigori guides the nude stack of muscles to turn away and face the exam table. As the stud turns, he starts to feel lightheaded. 

“Hey dude, what vitamins did you say were in that shot? I don’t feel right.”

The doctor doesn’t answer as he places one hand on Giovanni’s thigh and the other on his back, guiding the dizzy boy to bend over the examination table. The doctor's firm touch makes Giovanni compliant as he grabs onto the cold metal of the table. The underdeveloped muscle in Giovanni’s head begins to suspect that there was more than just vitamins in that shot. Dr. Grigori stands, places one hand on the back of the stud’s neck, licks the long middle finger on his other hand, and then without warning or permission, plunges his thick finger into Giovanni's tight muscular ass. Giovanni lurches and tries to break free, but the doctor's single digit grip has great authority, particularly when backed by the doctor's massively muscled arm.

"Ow! Hey! What are you doing to me?!” Giovanni shouts out.

"Relax, boy, while I examine you. This probe will only take several minutes."

After ten minutes of thoroughly fingering the stud’s tight, virgin manhole, the doctor finally pulls his finger out of Giovanni's ass and surreptitiously raises his hand to his nose and takes in the boy's musky perfume for a moment. The young man’s chute was surprisingly clean, and the doctor sucks on what little of Giovanni's juices accumulated on his trespassing digit. Then with two fingers, the doctor fiercely reenters the boy’s ass. Giovanni recoils and tries to stand, but the doctor overpowers him and forces him face down once again on to the cold metal of the table.

“Hey! That really hurts!!”

"Shut up, boy!"

“This ain’t cool! Take your fingers out of my ass now, you mother fucker!!”

“Take like man and learn to like it, muscle boy.”

Secure in the knowledge that his prey is now properly sedated, the doctor’s fingering becomes more aggressive as his long and thick digits painfully pop the muscle stud's virgin cherry. Giovanni refuses to believe his body is being violated like this. He struggles helplessly with huge muscles that are now too weak from the drugs. The pain of insertion gives way to the odd sensation of an uncaring probe removing any last trace of virginity that Giovanni may have had. 

Then the doctor finds what he has barbarically been searching for and presses down with great force on Giovanni's prostate. Giovanni’s beautiful blue eyes bug open wide as his prostate gland is prodded for the very first time in his life. Dr. Grigori then begins slamming the young man's prostate over and over again, jabbing it with his blunt and powerful fingers. With youthful autonomic response, the boy's body responds quickly with an erection. Giovanni's massive cock lurches forward and quickly starts to swell with his arousal. In the space of a dozen heartbeats, the young stud's cock grows from colossal to truly monstrous, a pulsing, rock hard fuck stick that would make a prize stud bull jealous. In his bent over position, Giovanni's rampaging horse cock hangs down beneath the butcher table, visibly throbbing to the young man's powerful heart beat and slapping upwards against the underside of the table. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?!”

“I think I am having fun.” Grigori laughs.

“What?! Oh, no fucking way!”

Giovanni can no longer deny what is taking place on and in his body. The once proud assemblage of muscles starts to quiver like a frightened schoolgirl as he realizes that he is being RAPED! Giovanni takes what’s left of his strength and tries to break free once more, but he is now as frail as a kitten. All the boy can do is scream. But this little struggle still earns him the doctor’s ire. Grigori rips his fingers out of the boy’s glory hole and races around. He whips off his belt and tightly binds Giovanni’s hands together to the far edge of the table. 

“Hey! Don’t do this to me, man!! Okay, okay, wait a minute. Untie me and I’ll do what ever you want.” The boy pleads.

“You already are doing what I want.” 

The doctor then pulls two sets of handcuffs out from the desk and locks the boy’s ankles down to the legs of the table. Grigori grabs him by a handful of his thick, dark hair and yanks up his head.

“Now you struggle all you want, you go nowhere! I no more nice guy, I get busy on your man pussy now, boy!”

As the doctor strolls back to the boy’s rear, he caresses the tight body and then slaps his firm ass for a while. The boy distresses over his fate as the doctor punishes his hard buttocks until the gorgeously muscular cheeks are bright red. Grigori then pulls a seat up to Giovanni’s ass and sits down for the feast he’s been looking forward to. He buries his face into the boy’s ass and starts with a simple licking of his manhole. His tongue digs deep into Giovanni’s glory. As Grigori revels in his feast, Giovanni fights off the thought that this new sensation actually feels good. But all too soon, the boy screams out in pain as the smooth tongue gives way to vicious teeth that chew down on the handsome muscle dish. The doctor spreads Giovanni's butt-cheeks apart to the point of almost tearing the young man's brown-eye open. Grigori sucks powerfully at the stud’s anus. Giovanni feels like he’s being pulled inside out. He is dizzy from his endless screaming and squirming. The doctor flicks his tongue at the bits of anal flesh that are trapped between his teeth. 

“I love eating Italian. Always so spicy.” Grigori teases.

“You disgusting sick FUCK!! Oh please, dude, just let me the fuck out of here and I wont say a thing to anyone!” 

“Shut up, boy.”

Giovanni begs, “Just let me go and I’ll let you eat my ass all day! Huh, is that what you want from me? I can do that for you! I want too, really! All the spicy ass you want! Huh?”

“Let me spell out for you. You never leave here and your body now belongs to me! This is the rest of your life.”

Grigori swings a hard punch in to Giovanni’s kidney. The young man might be muscled like a brick shit house, but the doctor's fist is like a solid steel battering ram, and the force of the blow temporarily knocks the wind out of the helpless boy. 

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God help me!! I’m in hell! I’m in hell!!” Giovanni gasps. 

Grigori mocks him, “Oh poor baby, you did not like that? Let’s see if you like this, my little cry baby.”

The doctor reinserts his fingers into Giovanni’s anus, but this time he forces his whole hand into the boy’s ass. Giovanni screams out in agony and panics uncontrollably as the doctor twists his huge fist around inside the stud. The doctor reinserts his fist over and over, then faster and faster, until he’s doing it with the force of a boxer hitting a punching bag. Each punch causes Giovanni’s walloping stiff cock to slap against the undercarriage of the table. The doctor’s free hand forces its way through Giovanni's thunderous thighs and callously grabs onto his massive, dangling nuts. Dr. Grigori yanks violently on the colossal family jewels to raise Giovanni's ass higher, actually raising the boy a few inches off of the floor by his huge nuts, and giving his fist deeper reach in to sobbing mass of beef. Giovanni's still rock hard cock swings like a pendulum across the surface of the metal table, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum in its wake. Giovanni‘s expelled tears, mucus, and saliva coat a face that is red with pain. Judo never taught him how to get out of this hold.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect." The doctor muses to himself.

Giovanni’s once tight and beautiful asshole is now a loose and tenderized mess. His glory hole is now so numb, it allows the young man's uncontrolled hysteria to simmer down to a steady, painful moan. 

The doctor eventually stops when he tires of this exercise. He releases his hold on Giovanni’s stretched nuts and his limp body falls to the table, pinning his hard and impossibly thick cock between him and the cold metal. Dr. Grigori releases the cuffs from Giovanni’s ankles and spreads his legs, causing them to drape towards the floor. The fluids of Giovanni’s emotional breakdown glue his face to the table. Grigori reaches over to his desk and grabs a teapot of boiling water and pours it over Giovanni’s ass. The near searing liquid burns its way into the open wound that once was his anus. Giovanni starts screaming again, his body heaves violently and he raises his head to look back. Grigori swings the glass pot and smashes it over the boy’s head, knocking him senseless. Blood seeps out from beneath his hair and mixes with his tears.

“Don’t look, pussy boy! You cry like little girl you pussy boy! You disgust me! You have such big muscles but you cry like little pussy boy you are! Go, cry, cry all you want, nobody hear you! We all alone here in middle of nowhere! Just you and me pussy boy! Just you and me!

Dr. Grigori drops his pants, revealing a hardened cock that almost rivals Giovanni’s huge phallus. Without hesitation or lubrication, Grigori rams his huge cock in to the hilt and fucks the boy’s numb ass. As his body rolls around on his rolling pin of a cock, the only indication Giovanni has of the violations taking place in his ass is the back and forth motions of his body causing his face to smear bloody and emotional juices across the table. Giovanni’s huge balls madly slap against the table’s edge from the force of Dr. Grigori's thrusts. A face that could launch a thousand ships is now pressed down onto the cold metal table, and smeared with blood and tears. 

As painful and humiliating as it was to be fucked by a man, Giovanni was grateful it didn’t hurt as much as the fierce fisting he had received. And as he started to convince himself that being fucked actually felt good, he was able to stop crying for a moment and catch his breath. He then realized that there was only one way for Dr. Grigori to successfully get away with a crime of this magnitude -- Giovanni realized that the doctor had to kill him. The logic was cold, simple, and true. And with his beautiful body trashed, his humanity stripped away, and his manhood compromised, he did not wish to go on anymore. Even if someone did manage to rescue him, what was there to rescue? Grigori had successfully crushed Giovanni’s spirit. Giovanni readied himself for the sweet release that only death could bring. The boy closed his eyes as he drifted in to an unconscious bliss.

It wasn’t until after Dr. Grigori had shot his load that he realized his new sex toy had passed out. He unties the hands and flips the limp heap of muscles on to its back. Hugely muscular arms and legs spread out and dangle flaccid over the table’s edges. The forced erection now towers majestically over its host’s body. The doctor is astonished at the sight of the excessively massive cock throbbing to the beat of a frantic heart. With consternation, Grigori grabs onto the mighty phallus, shakes it vigorously and then slaps it around for a while. The cock remains rigid as a liberal amount of pre-cum surges from its tip. 

The doctor aims the shaft of flesh at his mouth and samples a taste, and it is sweet. Seminal fluid meanders down the side of the soaring cock like wax on a burning candle. Both of the doctor’s hands reach out and work the clear fluid around the throbbing member. The massage becomes more and more energetic over the next half hour, and then turns downright violent, until finally, the mountain of flesh erupts with an explosion of pearlescent magma. Geysers of sperm jettison forth from the colossal cock with a force the doctor has never seen before, shooting four or five feet almost vertically into the air before splashing down across the young man's gloriously muscular torso. A fountain of sperm quickly floods the terrain of placid muscle, quickly coating it in thick streamers and bolts of incredibly thick splooge. Dr. Grigori continues to roughly masturbate Giovanni's thick pole throughout the massive orgasm. After nearly a minute and a half, the unbelievable torrent of semen finally throttles down to a trickle. Veritable rivers of white flow through deep valleys between massive and perfectly chiseled muscles and then descend down cliffs of tight flesh, forming pools of life generating juices around the unconscious body. Dr. Grigori wipes the boy’s sperm from his face and is greatly disturbed by what he’s just witnessed.

“What are you, boy? Are you a god or just freak of nature? What or who created that monster between your legs? I will cut off that beast of yours and take it for my own!” Dr. Grigori grapples the mighty cock and pulls a switchblade from his back pocket. The blade springs open as he holds it against the base of the rock hard and incredibly thick shaft. Just as he’s about to cut the member free from its owner, he calms down and reconsiders the mutilation about to take place.

“No, not yet. I need you intact for further experimentation. But I will deal with you later.” 

Grigori puts his blade away and wheels the table and its contents out to the deserted street. The doctor walks back to the office, leaving the emasculated body to bake in the hot summer sun. As the minutes pass by, the bodily fluids that coat the young flesh start to crust over. The proud cock slowly relaxes, coming to rest on a bed of chiseled abs. Flies congregate on the body and concentrate their efforts around the face and groin. Just as they start to feast, the insects are frightened off by a spray of water from a hose in Grigori’s clutches. He returns to wash off the mess that was Giovanni. The water turns the dry fluids into a pink tea that cascades off the table and to the gutters beyond. The water also brings the boy back to this world.

Giovanni slowly opens his eyes. With the cool water flowing across his body and the bright light in his eyes, he thinks he is entering heaven. But then his view of the sun is replaced with the face of Dr. Grigori.

“You awake now? Here, have drink.”

Grigori shoves the hose into the boy’s mouth. As he chokes on the water, Giovanni hasn’t the strength or desire to fight back and lies limp and spread-eagled in the midday sun. He hopes the water will drown him as Grigori washes the cruel morning from his ravaged body. The doctor’s rough hands scrub away at his muscles, his face, and spend some time on his hefty package. The hose is then crammed up his ass, washing out Dr. Grigori’s residue. Then he feels the doctor’s hands clamp around his neck as the flow of air to his lungs is cut off. Is this the death that Giovanni has been looking forward too? Dr. Grigori looks into the boy’s eyes.

“You go to sleep now.”

“Kill me. Please, kill me.” Giovanni pleads.

“No boy, that honor belongs to something else.”

As Giovanni’s world fades to black, he looks at the sun for what he knows will be his last time. 

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In what seemed to be a blink of an eye, Giovanni awakens sometime later to a new world that is dark and filled with lights coming from machines. As he slowly regains his senses, he sees that he is still naked. Thick metal shackles around his arms and legs restrain him vertically to a huge steel pipe in the middle of this room. His time out has allowed a filament of hope to return to him. However, that hope may be short-lived as the familiar figure of Dr. Grigori emerges from the shadows. As the doctor approaches, Giovanni starts to cry and tries to squirm out of restraints that are much stronger than him. Grigori casually reaches out and handles Giovanni’s impressive man-meat.

“It is pity you have to die. I would like to tame this beast of yours before I cut it off from your body."

Giovanni doesn’t believe what he just heard. “WHAT?!?”

Grigori pulls out his knife and holds it to the boy’s face. “When I done with your body and you are dying, I will stick this blade into your body just behind scrotum.” 

Grigori demonstrates with his other hand as he jabs Giovanni in that very spot with his fingertips. “Then I slice back and forth and work the blade up through your body, cutting your manhood free from loins. Then I use my taxidermist skills to preserve and mount your impressive genitals to beautiful piece of wood. And I will even hang in center of my trophy wall, a true place of honor for such a proud addition to my collection. Oh, I wish you could see it.”

Giovanni starts to hyperventilate as fear of his fate sets in. Grigori pockets his knife, reaches out and strokes the boy’s massive but flaccid cock.

“You like me to rub you out one last orgasm before you are dead?”

"You God damned mother fucker!! I hope you rot in hell you perverted..."

But Giovanni's ranting and attempts to escape are cut short when Dr. Grigori pulls a remote control out of his pocket and thumbs the center button. A low but powerful electrical current surges through the boy's body. All of his huge muscles are frozen in a permanent - and awesomely impressive - flex by the electricity that races from cuff to cuff by way of his body. Dr. Grigori takes the rest of the day to enjoy the view of Giovanni's weighty package jiggling to the motions of his electrocuted body. Giovanni glares at the doctor and tries to spit at him every now and then, but the best he can do is drool. 

Many hours later, Grigori walks over to the vibrating heap of young muscles, and begins to molest him for a while. Giovanni can barely feel the doctor’s violations through all the pain. Finally, Grigori smiles and walks out of the room. Giovanni occupies his time with thoughts of escape and revenge as he pisses on himself for a third time. But then those thoughts are interrupted by the sound of two sets of footsteps coming down the hall. Dr. Grigori walks into the room followed by Giovanni's sensei. Giovanni can't believe his eyes, but there he is. The two men then turn and kiss each other passionately in full view of Giovanni. The betrayal becomes all too apparent and hopelessness challenges him once again. Giovanni's sensei was the one who sent him here and the only one who knew where he was going. The doctor uses the remote to reduce the electrocution to half power, giving Giovanni the opportunity to express himself through the tears.

"How could you Sensei!? WHY?!?" Giovanni cries out.

Sensei coldly replies, "For our perverse pleasures, my boy. And ever since I saw that video of yours, the one where you eat yourself and devour all three of your own massive ejaculations, I knew you would be perfect for our desires.”

"But Sensei!" Giovanni sobs. “You took me in as your own son! You personally trained me for years to be one of the best! And I grew to love you like the father I never…”

With Judo precision, the sensei shuts up Giovanni with a bludgeoning back of the hand to his face.

“You have never been anything more than this to me, just some dumb animal that has been fed and primed for slaughter. This moment is what I’ve been training you for.”

Giovanni rambles hysterically. “You’re lying! You loved me! You said so! You can’t mean this!”

The sensei makes way as the doctor wheels over an aquarium. Dozens of slug like creatures cling to the walls of the tank.

Giovanni pleads more desperately now. “Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll be a good boy! Please Sensei, please!! I’ll make it right! I’ll do what ever you want! Oh God, this can’t be happening to me!!”

Dr. Grigori plucks out a handful of the leeches and walks over to Giovanni. The sensei takes one and holds it up to his student's face for one last lesson.

“These are called semen leeches. The doctor will soon insert them into that inhumanly huge cock of yours. They will claw their way to those oversized man-milk producing orbs between your legs. There, they will latch on and feed on your sperm until their bodies have become fully distended."

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, this can’t be happening to me!!” Giovanni prays.

The doctor adds, "Don't worry, the pain of their migration and subsequent feeding should drive you insane and then make your heart fail long before they become fully engorged. Though with balls as astoundingly massive and virile as yours, I believe leeches will mature quickly. It's quite Zen-like really, your body continuing to provide pleasure and sustenance long after its death." 

Desperately, Giovanni asks, "Why, Sensei!? Why are you doing this to me?"

Sensei instructs him, "Giovanni, you know the art we practice is largely about enduring pain. So, the next logical step after that is the enjoyment of pain. And with the ability to enjoy high levels of pain comes rapture. But since such enjoyment is usually accompanied by death, we must be content to only witness such pleasure. But you, my prodigy, will know this rapture. You are our conduit to that exalted and divine level of emotion. Goodbye, Giovanni"

Giovanni is consumed by disbelief and desperation. The sensei hands the semen leech back to Dr. Grigori. Dr. Grigori walks over to Giovanni and kneels before him. Giovanni tries to regain control of his body from the electricity running through him, but he can't even manage to unclench his fist. The doctor takes hold of Giovanni's ample phallus and guides a semen leech to its maw. The leech doesn't take to Giovanni at first, but once the doctor massages some clear seminal fluid out of the boy, the leech quickly takes the scent.

Desperately, Giovanni cries out, "Oh God, this is not happening! Please don't do this to me! I'll do anything you..."

Giovanni's last plea is cut off by his own screams as the semen leech digs in and starts to claw its way up his huge, flaccid dick. The pain is unlike anything he's ever experienced. How could so much pain come from such a little creature? The leech's tiny claws dig in quick and hard, shredding the delicate inner walls of Giovanni's cock. It then swiftly squeezes its entire body inside the doomed boy's penis. Giovanni can feel the beast now half way up his member and can hardly breathe through his screaming. The boy dares to look down and can make out the leech's stirrings through the thick flesh of his meat. And the sight of blood dripping out of his penis is more than he can bear. Extreme pressure quickly builds up in his head as the pain causes massive synaptic discharge, overloading the neurons of his brain. He can feel his psyche starting to slip away as he becomes delirious and confused. 

Giovanni regains control of his thoughts just long enough to see his cock is engorged to its full glory. An erection caused by the current location of the leech in his reproductive system, but the added pressure is killing him. The doctor coaxes a second semen leech into his ruined manhood even as the first continues its downward descent. Giovanni tries to look away as the second leech enters him. The pain of the two leeches ravaging his manhood almost proves too much for him as he chokes on his tongue. The sensei quickly reaches into Giovanni’s mouth and straightens out the oral muscle, allowing the boy to breathe.

The sensei commands him, “Not yet my son. You have a ways to go first.”

He can feel the first leech reaching the base of his scrotum while the second does even more damage to the deep recesses of his loins. The doctor and sensei can see the first leech passing down the very long neck of Giovanni's scrotum, and they know that the first leech has almost reached its target. 

Just as Giovanni thought it was impossible for the pain to get worse, the first leech reaches his right testicle and bites down hard. This new level of pain pushes Giovanni far beyond his grasp on this reality. Everything he knows and everything he is drifts away as the overcharged neurons start to burn out like bulbs on an old string of Christmas lights. The over pressured blood vessels in his brain burst like fireworks. And just as the last neurons wither away, his screaming stops. Giovanni now knows the euphoria, ecstasy, and rapture that his sensei spoke of, the nirvana that exists only on that fine line between life and death. Then all to soon, these precious last thoughts fade away. Even though the body breathes and the heart beats on, Giovanni is gone. What little of his brain that survives is like that of a feebleminded dog.

In all, the doctor feeds a total of a dozen leeches down the young man's gargantuan horse cock, but the handsome young man is no longer aware of his own body, and he barely twitches as each new leech attaches itself to the outer walls of his mammoth balls. 

Dr. Grigori and the sensei have mad torrid sex at the foot of the silent shrine that was Giovanni. As the two men are about to finish up, Dr. Grigori notices, much to his surprise, Giovanni's heart is kept pumping by a brain that is now little more than a triple A battery. Not being ones to pass on perverted opportunities, the two men release the stack of muscles from the restraints and leash him up like the dog he’s become. They guide this sexual beast of burden over to a bed in the next room. 

Though blood still courses through Giovanni's body, the only signs of brain activity come from his ability to walk and feel to pain. Pain caused by the semen leeches that continue to feed on the retarded stud’s gargantuan and voluminous balls. Giovanni's body was now part of their perversions as the two of them took turns fucking his beautiful ass. Forcing a blowjob out of a nearly comatose Giovanni was easy with the use of a special rig applied to the boy’s mouth. 

This macabre three-way went on for days, and then weeks. The sensei and the doctor become captivated by the boy’s ability to survive the constant and vigorous abuses and violations that are done to his body. They can't believe that any human could endure the punishments that they visit upon the handsome young man's glorious physique, but he continues to survive. Eventually, they invite a few privileged friends over to join in and have a crack at him.

Once the leeches have had their fill, they leave the way they came. Though mostly brain-dead, the boy reacts violently to the leech’s exodus and even more again when Dr. Grigori introduces new leeches into the dumb boy’s massive cock. Now nothing more than a breathing sex toy, he spends his last days tied to the end of a leash, at the feet of his masters. A beast of sexual burden, he unconsciously takes on the severe abuse, pain, and humiliation dispensed from his owners and their guests. Whips, paddles, and chains are his only stimuli. The semen leeches are his pets. The electrocution post is his bed. His body is repeatedly given over to the depraved and perverted aristocracy who are more than delighted to abuse his body. His geyser-like ejaculations are the stuff of local folklore and worship, as many believe his sperm to have youth preserving properties. The late Giovanni had once encouraged worship of his collection of muscles and genitalia, and was now unable to protest the pain and suffering inflicted on to his young and tight olive flesh. 

Every so often, the doctor and the sensei would let this beast that was once a young man out of his kennel, and wash him down with a fire hose. They would take it for walks and feed it dog food in between its sexual duties. Once every morning, they attach a sump pump to the boy’s morning wood to suck out a pure sample of his semen for future cloning efforts. On two occasions, they release the boy into the woods. Then with bow and arrow, hunted him down like the beast he’d become. 

This activity goes on for six weeks, until the semen leeches, constant abuses, and sexual performances take their toll on the sex toy’s body. The stud’s powerful heart starts to give out. Too weak to move or even have a prolonged erection, it has out lived its usefulness to the doctor and the sensei. 

The doctor fulfills the destiny he had earlier reveled to the boy, to collect a souvenir of their time together. Grigori binds the living sex toy to the electrocution post and electrifies him one last time. The muscles of the sex beast tighten up as its eyes roll back. And then, like a master thespian taking one last bow, the mighty phallus swells up to its full glory and becomes erect one last time. Grigori whips out his pocketknife, takes a chokehold on the young man's junk and prepares to slice it from the once proud body. 

As the knife is shoved through the base of his ball sack and then his cock, the boy lets out a blood-curdling scream that bellows out of the building and echoes through the surrounding valley. As Grigori’s blade exits the body just above the base of the penis, the screaming stops. Blood drains out of the boy and coats the floor. The beautiful olive brown tone of his skin slowly fades to a deadlier hue. The doctor looks up to a pair of eyes that seem to be looking back at him. Could it be one last glimmer of Giovanni, the doctor ponders. With both hands, he holds the severed and still erect genitals up to the boy’s face and presses them against his lips. 

Grigori offers the boy one last perversion. “You like to kiss them good bye?” 

A tear rolls down Giovanni’s cheek as he takes one last breath and spits on Grigori’s face. 

Grigori laughs, “You earned that. Now go to sleep. It’s all over.”

The doctor turns off the electrocution post and the boy’s massive muscles simmer down to a dead calm. Giovanni's last protest is nothing more than a couple of flinches across his body and the last few beats of his mighty heart as his head rests into his chest. 

Giovanni's burial is short and covert. They place the naked and ravaged body in his jeep and drive it over to a nearby wrecking yard, where both beautiful bodies of Giovanni and his jeep are crushed and folded into a neat little cube. Later that night, with great care and craftsmanship, the doctor preserves and then mounts Giovanni’s huge manhood to a plaque. He hangs his new artwork on the center of his wall, beside his diplomas, precious keepsakes, and other trophies. 

Those of you wishing to pay your last respects to Giovanni can either visit his cock and balls hanging in Grigori’s house, at your own risk of course. Or can visit his body at the sensei's backyard where Giovanni, and twenty-one other cubes of former students and their cars, have been arranged to form a shrine, a shrine honoring all those that have their lives stolen while testing the ultimate limits of pain and pleasure. The sensei is currently looking for his next prodigy.