A Final Lap - Jayse Version

Here is a second offering from my dear friend JAD, modified and expanded for your pleasure... 

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A Final Lap

Based on an original story by JAD

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Laughing deeply and cruelly, Brutus flexed his powerful arms and pulled the big levers. The chain drives to the castle’s water wheel engaged, setting in motion the smaller torture wheels, to which the Marquis’ brawny peasant prisoners, Henri and Michel, were shackled. In addition to the iron manacles and tough leather fetters that secured the riders’ strong wrists and ankles to the sides of the wheel rim, the outside face of each wheel was also fitted with a curved foot-long dildo of the stoutest oak, which fitted up the passenger’s bunghole, further anchoring him in place. 

The two young men had been arrested more than a week ago, and had been suffering at the Master Torturer’s hands continuously since then. The handsome young lads were innocent of any crime — they had simply had the misfortune of coming to the Marquis’ attention. The Marquis had a predilection for handsome, well-muscled men with prodigious loins, and thus the wicked nobleman knew the moment that he spotted this pair of lowly serfs that he had to possess them. 

The Marquis’ gilded carriage had been passing through the countryside on a warm and bright spring day, skirting the edge of an idyllic little lake, when sounds of laughter and splashing caught his jaded attention. He lazily lifted up the shades to his carriage window and spied an incredibly erotic sight — two naked young peasant lads frolicking and wrestling in the shallow pond. But these were no ordinary peasants. No, these were the two most handsome, striking, muscular, and virile young men that the Marquis had ever seen! 

The pair were towering young lads, each much taller than six feet, and more powerfully and enormously muscular than any knight or blacksmith the effete nobleman had ever seen. Their bodies were simply exploding with muscles, even larger and more exquisitely defined than the marble statues of Greek and Roman gods that decorated the Marquis’ expansive gardens. Nary an ounce of fat obscured those thick, dense, and heavily striated muscles from view, nor a single mark or scar marred their shining, unblemished skin. These were the most magnificent male specimens that the Marquis had ever seen, a perfectly matched set, and he instantly longed for them. 

Even more incredibly, the two splashing men appeared to be barely full grown! Their faces were full of youthful innocence, and caught in that magical age between adolescence and adulthood. And such faces! Both lads were breathtakingly handsome, with exquisite yet intensely masculine features. They were each so handsome that the powerfully aroused Marquis could not pick a favorite between them, for they were so equally matched. In fact, the only real difference between them was that one had pale, golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and the other had wavy locks of chestnut brown and sparkling green eyes. 

The lust-filled Marquis was already preparing to stop his driver and order his soldiers to arrest the two men, when the two young, laughing, wrestling bulls splashed into shallower water and stood up. The jaded nobleman’s heart skipped a beat or two at what he saw, for dangling between the enormously muscular legs of both beautiful lads were the absolutely largest sets of staffs and stones that the depraved Marquis had ever seen! Their flaccid cocks, thick and heavy, extended to just past mid thigh, and their sacs of bollocks were so unspeakably enormous as to be obscene. Each mighty gonad was easily larger than the golden grapefruits he had imported from the south of Spain each year, and appeared to be just as juicy. 

It took several tries for a flushed and flustered Marquis to call out to his driver to stop, and then order the immediate arrest of both lads. Two score of his heavily armed soldiers fanned out along the shore of the small lake, surprising the cringing and terrified young boys, ordering them out of the lake. Officially, the lads were being charged with lewd and unnatural behavior, illegally swimming the Marquis’ lake, and other trumped up charges, but the soldiers all knew that in reality, the nobleman had simply taken a depraved fancy to the boys. The dripping and naked lads weren’t even allowed to retrieve their dry clothes from the shore of the lake, but where instead shackled in heavy iron handcuffs and forced to march naked behind the carriage for the entire ride back to the palace. 

And the entire time, the smirking and evil Marquis gazed hungrily upon their naked and jogging forms through the heavily screened rear window of the carriage, longing to get his hands on both stunningly beautiful young men. 

The Marquis had since learned that both young lads had been born in the same village and had been fast friends all their lives. Henri, the blue-eyed blonde, was all of three days older than the chestnut-haired and green-eyed Michel, and it seemed the two had spent almost every waking moment together. Some even rumored that they might be lovers, especially now that they’d come of age and neither of the two young men had yet chosen a bride. 

That had been nine days ago now, though the two young men had long since lost all track of time. The hapless, helpless lads had been tortured, brutalized, and repeatedly buggered every day — and every night — since their capture, with each day’s torture becoming more brutal and violent than the day before. Prisoners of the Marquis rarely lasted more than two or three days under this rigorous and inhumane ministrations, with a particularly powerful and memorable knight once lasting for a full seven days, so the fact that both young peasants were still alive and intact and going strong after a record-breaking nine days was truly extraordinary, and a testament to their incredibly formidable strength, fortitude, and resilience. 

Tonight’s trials, however, with both young muscle man strapped to the pair of large torture wheels, would be their most brutal torments yet. 

Earlier in the evening, the two sexy young lads had been mounted on the large oak dildos on the two wheels, their now well-plumbed asses more than capable of accepting the thick, foot-long invaders. Then their powerful limbs had been stretched out across the wide, curved face of the wheel, with arms stretched tight above, legs below, and powerful backs bent backwards. Heavy manacles were then latched around wrists and feet to secure both men in place. Massive braziers filled with red hot coals had been prepared earlier in the day, and their fiery contents dumped into the deep channels cut beneath each wheel, a hellish bed of glowing heat that would scorch and singe the two luckless lads every time they passed through the bottom of each rotation. 

Before the turning of the wheels was begun, the degenerate nobleman had manipulated the men’s mule-like members to full and spectacular hardness, once again marveling at the gargantuan size of both thick and sturdy phalluses. Here again, the two best friends were perfectly matched, sharing identical — and incredible — measurements in length and girth and rock solid tumescence. Each stallion staff was considerably longer than a full cubit in length — just over 18 inches, as the English measured length — making them half again as long as the longest cock the nobleman had previously seen! Their extraordinary girth more than matched their peerless length, and it took BOTH of the Marquis’ slender hands to fully encircle the mighty cock shafts at full tumescence. 

The Marquis had already experienced great joy and pleasure from torturing and tormenting these two huge, oak-like staffs, having forced countless gigantic and messy orgasms from both, but for today he wanted to try something different. 

After coaxing both bullish cocks into rocky hardness, the Marquis then slowly inserted finger-thick iron rods down the piss-seed channels of both, and secured the iron rods with tough leather straps at the bulbous, helmet-shaped heads and thick, beefy roots. The rods went all the way down to the very base of both men’s plumbing, and extended a couple of feet beyond the meaty, gaping cock-mouths. The rods were intentionally long so that they would drag through the beds of coals laid beneath the wheels, heating a little more with each revolution. This gradual heating of the iron rods would slowly roast each man’s beefy member, searing it from the inside and causing the two young men excruciating pain. 

The massive iron rods served a second, and perhaps even more devious purpose — they completely plugged the urethra of both young men. That way, no matter how much the two lads longed for release, no matter how hard they might try to orgasm, no matter how powerfully and violently their great, columnar cock throbbed and pulsed, not a single drop of seed could escape their capped off cocks. Instead, every aborted orgasm and failed load would gather and build inside of their colossally huge and fantastically virile balls, causing the huge orbs to swell and bloat even bigger, and adding to their erotic agony

Henri and Michel’s bullish balls hadn’t been ignored. The more-than-fist-sized orbs had been secured onto T-shaped testicle spreaders, which separated the enormous orbs wide and trapped them in separate small baskets made of a fine, metal mesh. Brutus, the Master Torturer, had then tightened the nets with various screws, causing them to constrict until they hugged the testes excruciatingly tight, making the thick and dense nutflesh bulge out through the diamond-shaped holes in the mesh. The Marquis himself hung deceptively small but extremely heavy cannonball weights from the spreaders. He normally only used 10 or 15 pound weights for such a task, but the great orbs of these two young men had proven to be so astoundingly tough and strong that he went for broke and used the very largest cannonballs in his dungeon for these two burly young studs. These spheres of solid iron were ‘only’ about 8 inches in diameter, but they weighed a staggering 275 pounds each! The Marquis knew that the lad’s freakishly — some would say unnaturally — tough bull nuts could carry even more weight than this, for he had suspended each lad from the other’s balls several times in the past. Their massive, beyond-herculean bodies weighed far more than even these heavy, heavy cannonballs, so the depraved nobleman was confident that their balls could carry the iron weights without any permanent damage, but certainly causing a great deal of agony. 

Once the wheels began turning, the heavy cannonball on its thick iron chain would roll and move and pull in regard to gravity. Obviously, on the downward spin if the wheel, the enormous 275-pound weight would pull viciously at the lad’s tightly bound and separated nuts, pulling them almost halfway down their heroically muscular thighs. But on the upswing, that same heavy weight would be battering the prisoners’ incredibly chiseled and hard-cobbled bellies, while simultaneously stretching the stud’s screaming balls past their navels. And even at the top of the wheel, the weights would swing and jerk the overstretched ostrich eggs to the left or right, never giving the throbbing and cum-engorged balls a moment of relief. 

Most importantly, however, and just like with the iron rods rammed deep down the entire length of their bullish cocks, the heavy cannonball on its weighted chain would also drag through the coals on every pass of the wheel, heating hotter and hotter with each go. In time, the massive cannonball could heat up to the same cherry red as the coals below, gradually heating up the heavy chain as well until that searing heat was eventually transferred to the lads’ own trapped bull balls. 

As a further torment, the Marquis had pierced the large, fat nipples of the young giants several days ago with a red-hot awl, and inserted large brass rings. The rings on each man were connected by a chain from which was hung another cannonball weight, this one much smaller at ‘only’ 20 pounds. This weight would, of course, significantly add to the prisoners’ suffering, yanking the tender teats in various ways as the wheels turned. Fortunately, as with the rest of the young lads’ powerful and extraordinarily beefy and muscular bodies, their thick paps were incredibly tough, and though they might get stretched up to several inches from the young men’s goliath, meaty pectoral muscles by the heavy weight, the Marquis was certain that the weight wouldn’t be nearly enough to rip those thick nubs off of their heaving bodies. 

Brutus could also regulate the motion of his devices so that Henri and Michel could hang over the coals for a while, allowing the rods and cannonballs weights to heat even more. And, as the powerful peasants rose up to the tops of the wheels, he could ply their pits and other tender flesh with heated pokers and pincers. The handsome young muscle men would not be given a moment of relief, and would experience extreme suffering throughout the long, long night, their mighty and baritone bellows of agony echoing inside the stone-walled dungeon and making sweet music for the depraved cruel nobleman. 

 

For now, the Marquis seemed to be more than entertained and pleased by his latest playthings, and considering just how stunningly handsome, massively muscular, and enormously hung both young peasant boys were, it was quite possible that the twisted nobleman might continue to be thus engaged and enthralled for many days yet to come. But, should the Marquis grow bored with his latest prisoners and weary of his sport, then there were other levers that Brutus could throw. 

Levers that would cause double-pronged iron devices to pop up from the floor and hook the heavy ball weights on their final lap around the wheel. 

Should such a time come to pass, Brutus would then slow the turning of the torture wheels to a crawl. The wheels would still continue to turn, however, ever so slowly, gradually stretching out the handsome lads’ gargantuan gonads more and more, and putting a terrific strain on the mighty ball cords anchoring their huge bollocks. Brutus idly wondered if he could get those mammoth testicles to stretch past the lads’ knees — they had already proved to be so ferociously strong and tough that he thought they just might. But eventually, inevitably, tragically, the end would be unavoidable — those two gorgeous sets of crushed, stretched, and roasted bull balls would finally be ripped from their bellowing and thrashing owners. 

But, of course, such an end might be hours or even days into the future. For now the wheels of torture were just beginning their first turn, sending Henri and Michel on their first rotation toward the hot coals below. They yearned to offer one another a last gesture of love and comfort, one last expression of their lifelong bond with each other, for before long they would be too immersed in their own agony to do so. Their heads passed as their closest point and they stretched their thick, bullish necks toward one another, trying for a kiss, but their lips were just out of reach. However, just before they passed out of range, they stuck out their thick, strong tongues and gave each other one final lap.