The Ghost Network V — What A Mess -- Part 5

The Ghost Network V — What A Mess

Part 5

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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The Ghost casually walked over to the table and retrieved a small steel chain with a narrow manacle at one end. He then walked back to the bound muscle hunk and secured the manacle around the base of Nikolai’s tight nutsac like a noose, forcing the titanic testicles perhaps an inch or so away from the young man’s crotch, and let the steel chain dangle between the young man’s colossally muscular thighs. Nikolai roused from his exhausted state and once again began to beg and plead with his callous captor, tears streaming from his bright blue eyes and drool dangling from his gorgeous and kissable lips as he tried unsuccessfully to force words past his ball gag. But the heartless torturer ignored it all, instead turning his attention to the cameras once again. 

“I wonder just how much weight Nikolai’s super tough sac can take. Let’s find out together!” 

The Ghost had a fresh spring in his step as he walked to the table and came back carrying a very large iron block with a hook on the end. Nikolai looked on in horror as The Ghost attached the hook to the bottom of the chain dangling from his balls. The Ghost’s masked face looked directly at a silently pleading Nikolai for several long seconds, his mask’s rictus grin seeming to taunt the captive jock, before suddenly stepping back and simultaneously letting the weight free fall. 

Nikolai hollered in agony and fear as his huge balls were viciously yanked downward by the enormous iron weight. His blue eyes crossed and his abdominals instantly rippled and clenched into stunning relief as his entire body tensed up, trying to somehow share the heavy burden that was now being supported only by his beleaguered nuts. The huge fleshy orbs were instantly pulled three or four inches from his body before hauling the weight to an abrupt halt, the iron block hanging suspended in midair as the hunk’s huge sac and the big weight reached a painful equilibrium. The Ghost, not wanting to rush the experience for his thousands of remote fans, stood off camera so that everyone could admire the new significant hang to Nikolai’s usually tightly locked nuts. The big weight slowly swung slightly from side to side, pulling the young man’s straining balls with it, but the sturdy gonads appeared capable of bearing the heavy block indefinitely. 

“Very impressive!” The Ghost said. “I’ve castrated some very big-balled men with less weight than that! But I think that we can do better.” 

The tall, blond athlete could only flex and buck his tightly bound body as he watched The Ghost saunter back to the table and come back with a second, equally huge weight. Nikolai felt nauseous just at the sight of it, and The Ghost wasted no time attaching it to the steel chain as well. The black-clad man held the heavy weight aloft for a few moments, allowing his audience to admire Nikolai's massive nutsac being pulled by the first weight with the second precariously ready to drop. The sick visual lingered for several moments longer before The Ghost let the second weight fall. 

Nikolai thought he felt something tear in his sac as his scrotum was violently pulled toward the floor several more inches. The young jock struggled and screamed, trying to move his narrow, muscular hips in a desperate attempt to relieve the terrific strain, but that only succeeded in making his heavy sac swing wildly, forcing the two weights to ponderously swing as well, and pull even harder at his heroically straining nuts. There was another heinous tearing sensation and his nuts quickly lowered another inch or so before the weights stopped again, reaching a new equilibrium and refusing to stretch any farther. 

“MMMmmph!! MMMMPHmmmm!”

The young man’s melon-sized bollocks were now bulging enormously in their overstretched sac, previously hidden veins beginning to bulge and swell all over their bloated surfaces, and looking like they could burst out of the tautly stretched skin at any moment. The huge, ovoid-shaped testicles were now hanging nearly eight spectacular inches from the lad’s hairy and precum- and sweat-soaked crotch, an impossibly narrow tube of flesh connecting the massive orbs to his magnificent body. The incredibly tough cords and cables that anchored Nikolai’s big balls to his chiseled and muscular crotch were now clearly visible through the thin skin of his long and slender scrotum neck, mighty bands of sinew and muscle that had been stretched unbelievably taut in their continued valiant effort to keep from snapping apart or ripping free. 

But once again, Nikolai’s supremely powerful ball cords looked like they could support both massive weights indefinitely, refusing to allow his bollocks to drop any lower in their already dangerously overstretched sac. 

The Ghost danced a little excited jig before heading back to the table to retrieve yet another enormous iron block. Nikolai’s bright blue eyes flew open wide in terror at the sight of the third weight, for he knew with dire certainty what would happen to his already nearly failing nuts if the masked man added even more weight to the chain. The Ghost attached the third weight and, ever the showman, held it aloft for what seemed like several minutes. Nikolai’s massively muscular form was shaking like a leaf and his spectacular body was positively glistening with sweat as he wordlessly pleaded for the man to show mercy. 

“PPPpppmmph!!”

But everyone knew — The Ghost, the audience, and even Nikolai himself — that such mercy would never come. 

Nikolai nearly blacked out as the third weight was released and immediately tore at his screaming balls. His humongous, melon-sized nuts were violently yanked down another inch or two almost instantly before the connective tissues in Nikolai’s sac stiffened and arrested the weights’ fall, again reaching a new equilibrium. But that precarious balance seemed to last only a few moments, the incredibly tough fleshy tethers valiantly suspending all three heavy weights, before the iron blocks resumed their slow descent toward the floor. Nikolai bellowed and screamed in increasing urgency as he felt his helpless nuts being brutally dragged downward. He could feel his mighty testicles being ripped from his body, and there was nothing he could do about it! Slowly but inexorably, the weight stack lowered and lowered and lowered, further elongating the already insanely long and narrow neck of Nikolai’s scrotum, as the howling and sobbing young man felt the delicate internal structures of his humongous balls start to tear apart under the ferocious strain. 

The Ghost just stood there silently the entire time, his rapt attention laser focused on the almighty struggle between man and gravity. Any ONE of those weights would have been enough to instantly rip off almost any other man’s balls, yet here was this impossibly handsome blond muscle giant suspending THREE of the deadly iron bricks from his herculean huevos! The sight was utterly awe inspiring! 

But even as The Ghost watched, it was clear that Nikolai’s mighty and magnificent bull balls were steadily losing the fight. They were sagging lower and lower as each second ticked by, already exceeding any possible stretch that a man’s balls could conceivably endure, and yet they continued to survive, if just barely. It was clear, however, that even Niko’s behemoth bollocks couldn’t hope to take much more. Those battered orbs had nearly been pulled past the quivering and quaking muscle man’s knees by this point, and his horrifically overstretched ball cords were on the verge of snapping like over taut rubber bands, which would spell instant death for the handsome jock’s record-breaking boulder balls. 

And STILL The Ghost continued to passively watch the drama unfold before him. The stretch to Nikolai’s scrotal neck had long since surpassed an entire FOOT of dangle, and yet his almighty ball cords and cables simply refused to break! The end was clearly coming fast, however, for the excruciatingly slow pace of his balls’ descent slowly began to speed up. Nikolai’s valiant ball cords were finally failing, and it would only be a matter of moments before his beautiful bollocks were ripped right off of his spectacular, muscle-girded body… 

At the seemingly last possible moment, The Ghost languidly moved forward and, with unrushed motions, detached the third weight from the stack yanking mercilessly at Nikolai’s balls. With only two weights tugging at them, the descent of Niko’s balls finally stopped, though they were still stretched to the very brink of snapping, seemingly unable to rebound even with one of the huge weights removed. The Ghost tossed the first weight to the floor with a loud thud and then removed the second weight. Only then did Nikolai’s balls recover somewhat, the overtaxed but terrifically strong cables managing to haul the last weight upward by a good three or four inches, providing much-needed relief to his nearly broken ball cords. 

But even after the final big iron block was removed, Nikolai’s testicles remained stretched out an astonishing distance from his crotch. Where they had once nestled tight against his lean and hairy groin, Niko’s humongous balls now rested impossibly low in their sagging scrotum, coming to rest over eight inches below the root of his outrageously engorged monster cock. Nikolai swore that he had felt the floor vibrate as each big metal block hit the ground, a testament to their ridiculous weight, and he was profoundly relieved that they were no longer yanking at his battered and deeply aching balls. 

The Ghost unshackled the steel manacle from around Niko’s scrotum and tossed it aside, and then once again lifted up the young man’s nuts for the audience. This time, the dark-clothed man had to use both hands to cradle the battered testicles, as they had now swollen to easily twice their original mammoth size. They only vaguely resembled the healthy, pink, grapefruit-sized orbs of barely more than an hour ago. Nikolai’s testicles were now hideously swollen, permanently lower hanging, and a dark purplish-red with mottled bruising. Yet they still maintained their oblong spherical shapes and a great deal of their unnatural firmness and density. Even after all of the brutality that they had endured, Nikolai’s massive orbs were still hale and hearty, proving that, against all odds, he was still an intact male. 

But how much longer could even Nikolai’s mighty bull balls survive The Ghost’s brutal tortures…? 

Apparently this handsome blond muscle hunk was simply MADE for prolonged, hard abuse!