Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 6 (Epilogue)

Here is the final chapter in this particular Jack the Hammer series. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm eager to hear what you all think. 

And for those of you who are familiar with Pink Beefcake and the original version of this story, you'll know that my version is almost tame compared to the original! If you prefer your stories with even more gore and butchery, then check out his website. He's a fantastic writer! 

Until next time!

--Jayse

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Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special

Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake

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Part 6 - Epilogue

Addison Wiley

A sobbing Addison drove at breakneck speed back to town, the cold wind whipping through the broken windshield and forcing her tears to stream backwards across her lovely, cum-stained cheeks. She reached the local police station in record time, screeching to a halt outside the building and blaring her car horn. Several officers rushed out to see what the problem was, and were shocked at the state of the terrified young woman, the heavily battered vehicle she was driving, and the absolute reek of male sex coming from them both. They cut the zip tie holding her to the steering wheel and guided her inside, even as the traumatized young college student hurriedly babbled out her fearsome tale. 

Once they had an idea of what had happened to the young woman, a trio of police cruisers sped out to the site of the attack. The sight that met them left all six officers sickened, with most of them puking their guts out at the horrific damage that had been done to the rugby star’s gloriously muscular and massive body. They gently lowered the corpse of the handsome young titan to the ground, and retrieved both his severed penis — still planted firmly up his muscular backside — and his severed nutsac — still containing the sloppy and broken remains of his gigantic left bollock. A large bucket was required to gather the remains of Troy’s pulped and splattered right nut, though, and it took three gloved officers the better part of an hour to scoop up all of the ruined sludge that had once been one of the mighty stud’s two titanic testicles. 

The officers also recovered both students’ cell phones at the site. Troy’s phone was still laying right where it had fallen then the young man’s shorts had been shredded by the killer’s sharp hook. Addison’s phone had tumbled out of the car when she’d gunned it in reserve, sliding out of the broken windshield and across the battered hood to land unharmed on the ground. The cell phone’s camera was still recording, and as luck would have it, the phone landed at just the perfect angle to capture the rest of Troy’s unmanning and murder in high definition and brilliant color. The entire, horrific video was nearly three hours long, from Troy’s playful strip tease with Addison at the beginning, to the arrival of the squad cars less than half an hour after the big stud’s unmanning and demise. 

And just a few weeks after the murder, was somehow leaked onto the Dark Web, where it caused an enormous worldwide sensation and was viewed by unknown millions of people. 

Addison was rushed to the local hospital. The beautiful blond cheerleader was in shock, but other than some bruising on her left wrist and a few tiny cuts from the broken windshield, she was physically unharmed from her ordeal. The emotional and psychological wounds, however, would take far longer to heal, if they ever truly did. 

But that’s not to say that Addison was entirely physically unchanged from her experience. Despite all of the birth control methods she had been employing for the two years that she had been dating her hyper virile titan of a boyfriend, something bordering on miraculous had happened that night. Troy had pumped so much of his stud cum onto Addison during his second tortured orgasm that the thick fluid had soaked through her skirt and panties, worked its way into her vagina, and somehow overcome every physical and chemical obstacle in its way to make it to her womb. There, the two mightiest and strongest sperm cells fertilized the two eggs that had also overcome so many hurdles to pop out of Addison’s extremely fertile ovaries. The beautiful blond college student wouldn’t realize it for several weeks yet, but she had been impregnated by Troy that night, with two strapping boys slowly growing and maturing in her womb, a final gift from the handsome giant of a man who had loved her more than life itself. 

It was shortly after Addison learned about her surprise pregnancy that the beautiful young woman received another unexpected gift. A young police officer named Travis Burke had arrived at her family’s doorstep unannounced, the handsome and well built young man nervously holding his hat in his hands. He expressed his sympathy for the family’s tragic loss, and explained that he had been the junior officer left at the station while all of the other officers raced to the crime scene, and he’d been the one to process Troy’s battered and dented Audi. 

Officer Travis then stated that, despite the prolonged exposure to the cool night air and the wind that had whipped through the vehicle on Addison’s flight from the crime scene, the vast lake of seminal fluids that had pooled at the back of the car was still liquid and warm more than an hour after Troy Cooper had shot that gargantuan load. The blushing officer then explained that he had grabbed one of his sample containers and scooped up a big, jiggling cupful of the late rugby bull’s still vital and fertile sperm, and rushed it to the nearby crime lab, where a technician had cryogenically frozen it, putting the young man’s seed on ice. The shy and awkward officer just wanted to let Addison know that, if she ever wanted to carry Troy’s children in the future, there was an entire container chock full of his sperm waiting for her. 

A tearful and grateful Addison cried and hugged the embarrassed young officer, thanking him for his kindness. And she promised to make use of Officer Burke’s wonderful gift. His information delivered, the shy officer once again thanked the family for their time, and then left. 

Troy’s family, which had already grown to love the beautiful Addison like she was their own daughter, had already promised to set her and her unborn twins up for life. And Addison decided then and there that she would honor Troy’s memory and the promise they’d made of raising a family together, by bearing as many of his children as she possibly could. She planned on spending the next two-plus decades of her life becoming a one woman baby factory, pumping out as many of Troy’s strapping and devastatingly handsome sons and beautiful daughters as her lush and fertile body could produce. Addison would make sure that the handsome muscle giant’s mighty legacy would live on. 

Officer Travis Burke

What Officer Travis neglected to tell Addison and her family, however, was that he hadn’t salvaged just one sample container of Troy’s quivering nut oysters from the damaged car. When the enterprising young man realized that the entire interior of the car was flooded with semen, that the impossibly huge deluge of sperm had come from just one man, and the identity of that heroically gifted man, he went into quick action. 

Travis Burke had secretly been a massive fan of rugby star Troy Cooper since he’d joined the force two years ago. A raw recruit, Travis had attended a university rugby game along with his new work buddies as a team-building exercise, but when the handsome young officer saw the muscular mountain that was Troy Cooper take the field, he was instantly in love. The young man was simply gorgeous, utter masculine perfection, the kind of man that Travis wanted to be… and the kind of man that Travis wanted to have. The young police sergeant was still in the closet about his sexuality, but he would have done almost anything for a muscle bull like Troy. 

The rookie officer went to every home game — and many of the away games — of Troy Cooper’s undefeated rugby team for the next two years, growing more and more in love with the big, beautiful, auburn-haired giant. Troy’s friendly and easygoing manner, his dazzling smile, his beyond herculean physique, his unrivaled talent prowess on the rugby pitch, all drove Travis mad with unrequited lust. Just watching the 585-pound rugby bull barrel down the field like an unstoppable freight train was enough to make the young officer throw a big tent in his pants, and more than once, he’d almost blown his load right there at the rugby game. 

Officer Travis had had two long years of longing after the magnificent Troy Cooper before the fateful night of the young man’s brutal butchering and murder, and thus he was almost overwhelmed with both lust and grief when he was left alone at the police station with the young man’s wrecked Audi. Just the smell of sex and sperm wafting out of Troy’s wrecked car made Officer Travis dizzy, and he inhaled deeply of the pungent yet delicious scent of the young rugby star’s intoxicating scent. And once he realized what an unprecedented opportunity he had on his hands, the rookie cop spun into action. 

There was so much unnaturally thick and funky jizz coating the car’s interior that Travis was able to quickly fill every one of the sample cups in the store room — dozens of them — in an matter of minutes. When he ran out of sample cups, the enterprising officer rushed back inside and came out with several tall stacks of paper cups, the kind the other officers used for water or coffee, and filled those up as well. Even then, there was STILL a wealth of prime male fluids whitewashing the Audi’s interior, more thick baby batter than he could have ever scooped up. The clever police officer realized that he had to leave enough of the nut sludge behind to corroborate Addison’s story, so he left the remaining jizz to slowly cool and crust over, while carrying multiple trays of sperm-filled containers into the back office. 

There, almost forgotten in a back corner, was the force’s old evidence freezer, long since replaced by a newer model. Travis packed that large freezer into the back of his own truck, carefully stacked all of the semen-filled containers in his back seat, and rushed them home. He quickly set up the freezer in his basement, and then stuffed the large unit filled to brimming with Troy’s still warm and steaming stud sperm. 

Only then did he take his final sample container, the one filled with the sperm he would later gift to Addison, and rush that container to the local lab, where it was frozen and later made available for Addison’s use. 

Travis desperately wanted to be as big and strong and muscular as the late rugby star. He already had an impressive physique, muscular and lean and powerful, but like so many young men, he wanted more. And he was convinced that Troy’s spunk was the secret to getting there. Travis threw himself into his workouts, becoming even more dedicated to growing size and mass. And each night, he would thaw a cup of Troy’s sperm. guzzling the surprisingly thick nut sludge down his hungry throat. The handsome young officer even fantasized that he could feel the stud’s powerful sperm cells swimming around in his mouth and in his belly, filling him with a contented fulness and a satisfying warmth. 

And to Travis’ great joy and surprise, his plan was even more successful than he could have hoped! In the weeks and months that followed, Travis packed on top quality muscle mass like never before, for not only was Troy’s spunk absolutely packed with protein and nutrients, but it was positively drowning in testosterone and other growth hormones, hormones that Travis’ body eagerly soaked up and absorbed. By the time Sergeant Travis went to visit Addison, just a few weeks after the incident, his muscles had already swollen so much that he’d needed to invest in a new, larger uniform. And in the months that followed, he had to do that several more times, as his physique just exploded bigger and bigger. 

The handsome young man was even more surprised and overjoyed at the transformation taking place in his crotch. Travis had always been well hung — not massive like some of the porn stars he’d seen in videos, but impressive nonetheless, with a beautifully shaped 9-inch cock and a pair of large nuts bigger than grade AAA hen’s eggs. But chugging Troy’s sperm every night was making even Travis’ genitals grow! His mighty boner had already added a good 4 inches in length in just six months, and swelled much thicker as well, while his nuts were even more changed, swelling into two extremely heavy sex organs damn near the size of ripe grapefruit! Even his cum loads had been dramatically magnified, and he easily came at least ten times as much sperm as before! 

In just half a year of guzzling a cup full of Troy Cooper’s spunk every night, Travis had exploded into a certified alpha bull, with a magnificent physique that any professional bodybuilder would have been proud of, and a set of mighty genitals that would have made the most blessed porn stars green with envy. The rookie cop might never be able to become the gigantic muscle monster that Troy had been, but he had become a stellar example of hyper masculine perfection. 

And that’s when Officer Travis Burke caught the fateful attention of Jack the Hammer… 

Jack the Hammer - Quick Update

There is still one more chapter to post in the current iteration of this story, and it will land this Sunday. But I just wanted to announce that, based on the heartfelt pleading of one reader, I will indeed be making an alternate ending to this story where sweet and gorgeous Troy survives with his entire glorious body intact. 

While most of my stories end with the handsome, huge-balled hunk surviving, I have always felt that if my big bull men didn't suffer a tragic fate at least SOMEtimes, then my stories would lose that tension where you're wondering if he will lose it all at the end. That said, I have to admit that I also have a sweet spot for big Troy, and I did feel bad for him as I penned the previously posted chapter. My goodness, though, if you've read the original upon which my version is based, you'll know that Troy got off easy in my version! 

I'll try to start creating an alternate version this weekend, and I already have some thoughts on how Troy can be the first stud to survive an encounter with Jack the Hammer. I hope to have the new  chapter ready to post by early July. 

In the meantime, happy almost summer to you all! 

--Jayse

Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 5

Though an epilogue chapter will follow in a week, this is the final chapter featuring the titanic rugby player Troy Cooper. Please enjoy his final orgasm and his last moments as an intact male, and let me know what you think in the comment section! :D

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Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special

Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake

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Part 5

Troy was in the throes of his first aftershock orgasm when Jack struck. The killer grabbed a particularly large hook off of his belt and stabbed it downward with brutal force, driving the big curved spear of steel clear through Troy’s gigantic left nut and pinning the enormous quivering organ to the hood of his car. Fresh ear-splitting screams were torn from the young rugby stud’s ragged throat as unimaginable pain lanced through his harpooned bollock, an inhuman agony that dwarfed all of the pain he had suffered until now. But far worse was still to come. 

Jack violently tore the hook out of Troy’s left nut, widening the wound with the hook’s exit, and brought it slashing down a second time, this time stabbing the young man’s mammoth right nut. 

What followed was an orgy of violence that even Jack the Hammer had rarely before achieved. Again and again and again, Jack stabbed downward, punching great holes in the trapped stud’s magnificent nuts. Troy’s screams were like that of a wounded animal, and his entire body thrashed and bucked with awesome power, heedless of the damage he was doing to his harpooned biceps. Blood and raw sperm were splattering Jack’s body and Troy’s own monumentally muscular thighs as the killer massacred the handsome lad’s titanic spunk bunkers, a feral grin etched across his fire-ravaged features. The huge meathook stabbed and stabbed and stabbed each enormous orb at least a dozen times, tearing huge rents in the thick and beefy flesh, and doing nearly as much damage when pulled out as when plunged back in. Troy’s screams hit new heights as he felt his future as a male and as a father being mercilessly stabbed to death between his almighty legs. 

Addison was quaking with numb horror by the time Jack stood back to admire his work. Troy’s heaving and sobbing body was still absolutely magnificent, even drenched in his own spunk and with a huge bloody wound boring through the heart of both of his bulging biceps. His face was still breathtakingly handsome despite the cuts on his forehead and the blood running down his chiseled features. His cock, impossibly STILL hard as an iron crowbar even after the slaughter of his testicles, arched majestically over his heaving, rippling abs, throbbing and pulsing with virility and might. But the young man’s glorious bull balls were mangled almost beyond recognition. Though miraculously still maintaining their ovoid shapes and not yet dead, both hulking bollocks had clearly been mortally wounded. Crimson blood and raw, chunky sperm oozed from scores of puncture wounds, and dozens of broken strands and uncoiling loops of the slender, delicate, and almost translucent spaghetti-like tendrils that made up the heart of those sperm-manufacturing organs dangled obscenely from some of the rents in the muscular lad’s thick testicular flesh. 

Jack panted and heaved from his recent exertions, a fire of excitement and blood lust lighting up his bloodied and ruined face, his teeth bared in a horrible grimace. The killer’s end game had begun, but he wasn’t finished with the devastatingly handsome muscle bull just yet. Not even close. 

Troy looked down at his mutilated sex organs and knew that all hope for him was lost. But he could still save his lady love. Craning his head backwards so that he could meet Addison’s terror-stricken gaze through the broken windshield, the young man croaked in his broken voice, “Addi. I love you. Save yourself. Flee. Please.” 

The young man’s words snapped Addison out of her frozen shock. The look of love and profound sadness in Troy’s gorgeous green eyes ripped a sob out of her shaking chest, but she nodded at him, her tears nearly making her blind. She fumbled a couple of times before she was able to turn the key in the car’s ignition, but she managed to start the car, its engine thrumming to life beneath Troy’s pinned and trapped form. She desperately hoped that, if she pulled away fast enough, she could tear Troy right out of the killer’s clutches, and perhaps even save them both! 

The sound of the revving engine shook Jack out of his own lust-filled reverie, and he acted quickly while Addison struggled to throw the car into gear. He tore the hooks out of Troy’s mounded biceps, wrapped the thick chains around the young man’s enormously muscular bison neck, and then threw the other ends of the chains up and over one of the low-lying sycamore limbs above him. Then, just as Addison threw the car into reverse and hit the gas, Jack pulled on the dangling length of chains, viciously yanking Troy’s hulking body upward just as the thoroughly warped and dented car hood slid out from under him. As she spun the car around and sped off into the night, the last sight Addison had of her gorgeous and gallant lover was of him swinging by his neck, and struggling weakly with the chains strangling his beefy throat. She sobbed once more, but hit the gas even harder, rushing to get help, even though she knew in her heart that any help would come far too late for Troy. 

Troy’s big, strong hands clutched weakly at the thick iron chains around his neck, trying to find some purchase, but his hands were so slick with his own hyper abundant cum that he could not get any purchase. Worse, the bleeding wounds in his biceps sapped much of what little strength he had left. He watched the taillights of his car disappearing into the distance, and his heart soared with joy that Addison had escaped unharmed, even though it came at the cost of his own life. But that love quickly blossomed into defiance, and Troy renewed his struggles, this time reaching for the lengths of taut chain above him, grabbing hold with both hands and laboriously pulling his 585 pounds higher, his weary arms trembling, to relieve the choking pressure on his neck. 

Jack watched the scene play out before him in silence, mesmerized by the glorious interplay of his victim’s colossal muscles as they bulged and flexed and fought for life. Blood still poured from the wounds in the young man’s goliath biceps, while more blood — and other fluids — oozed from the stud’s heavily perforated bollocks, hanging loose and heavy and absolutely enormous in their battered and torn nutsac. And though Jack could barely believe his own eyes, the lad’s gargantuan 22-inch schlong was still waving and waggling in front of him in full steely hardness. It was obvious that that monster perma-boner wasn’t going to go soft this side of death… and maybe not even then! Even now, that massive meat was throbbing and pulsing with vibrant life, as the handsome young man struggled to take agonizing breaths through his half choked airway. The killer had to give Troy credit, for the giant jock had survived longer than most of his victims, and was still struggling for freedom. Jack was difficult to impress, but he was profoundly impressed by the colossally muscular bull stud dangling before him, and his continued fight for life. But all of that was soon to come to an to end. 

Seeing Troy’s humongous, breadfruit-sized bollocks hanging there so heavy and loose in their sac and oozing fluids from dozens of full-thickness holes gave the killer a macabre idea, something even he had never tried before, mostly because he’d never before encountered a muscle jock with balls so outrageously massive. Jack raised up both of his hands like he was about to grab those mammoth man nuts, but instead of cupping them, the killer splayed out his big, scarred fingers and started inserting them into some of the various holes. Big Troy croaked out a strangled cry as he felt Jack’s fingers digging around INSIDE of his mangled nuts, probing around their interiors until the grinning fiend was knuckle deep inside of them. The pain was unbearable as Jack dug his fingers into the mutilated testicles, and it was all a desperate Troy could do to maintain his grip on the chain stretched out above him. 

Jack luxuriated in the wet, languid heat of the dense and beefy ball meat that encased his thick fingers, and he wiggled all ten digits around, loving the sick squishing and squelching sounds emanating from the severely wounded bollocks. It looked like he was clutching two oversized, egg-shaped bowling balls, and their brawny and robust density meant that they were damn near as heavy as bowling balls as well. The killer delighted in wearing Troy’s balls like massive finger puppets for many long minutes, still finding it hard to believe that a man, no matter how big and tall and muscular, could have a set of testicles so astoundingly huge. 

Eventually tiring of the puppet show, Jack decided to tick things up a couple of notches, and started to try to clutch his fingers together, attempting to make a fist inside of Troy’s grievously maimed nuts. The young man’s testicles grossly distorted as Jack squeezed and crushed at the heart meat in the center of both bollocks, trying to shred and burst those mighty man orbs from the inside. Troy’s entire body flexed and shuddered from the unbelievable pain, his green eyes bulging wide and his massively muscular legs kicking out spasmodically, as Jack’s fingers clenched and ground at the very core of his herculean manhood. But no matter how hard he squeezed, Jack was unable to get the dense centers of the lad’s unnaturally tough and sturdy nuts to rupture. He squeezed and crushed until his fingers were very nearly meeting in the middle of those almighty orbs, but Troy’s goliath testicles simply refused to break. 

It felt like an eternity to Troy before the killer finally relented and relaxed his death grip, and then pulled his gore-covered fingers out of the young man’s nuts, leaving even larger holes where his thick fingers had been. Jack noticed that the stud’s colossal cock was not only still diamond hard, but it was once again dripping long strands of milky, pink-tinged precum. Was it possible that this extraordinary muscle bull was getting ready to cum AGAIN!?!?!

Jack started looking around for some suitable tools. Almost hidden by the tall grasses beneath the massive sycamore tree was a large pile of old construction debris, including chunks of broken concrete and bent lengths of rusty rebar. The debris gave Jack a dark idea, and a horrible rictus of a grin spread across the killer’s scarred visage. 

The killer rooted around in the debris and started pulling out short lengths of twisted and rusty rebar, most no more than about a foot in length. The most bent ones he effortlessly straightened out with his supernaturally strong arms, and then he carried the armload of metal bars over to his dangling victim. Jack placed the bars on the ground in a loose pile, picked up the first piece, and then considered the struggling rugby titan once more. The killer then grinned, and started inserting the ribbed piece of rusty steel into one of the many holes in Troy’s pincushioned ballsac. The monumentally muscular young bull bellowed in thunderous agony as he felt the rough and cold metal penetrate one of the gaping holes in his right nut, work its way through the hot and wet interior, and then slowly begin to exit out the other side. 

Jack gleefully picked up another piece of rebar and repeated his action, followed by another and another and another. He eventually had to go back to the pile of rubble to retrieve even more segments of twisted rebar, as there were so many holes in Troy’s mutilated nutsac that he needed more metal bars to fill them. By the time he was done and could stand back to admire his handiwork, Jack had created what looked like a macabre and profoundly disturbing mobile, with over a score of ribbed and rusty metal bars shoved clear THROUGH Troy’s mangled and dying balls. Nearly as painful as the cold steel perforating Troy’s balls was the great weight of the rebar itself, which had to amass several hundred pounds at this point, all pulling mercilessly at the thick and tough ball cords anchoring Troy’s great bollocks to his hairy and muscular crotch. 

The cruel killer let Troy hang like that for several minutes, enjoying the grotesque sight. He even batted the rebar around a bit, causing the horrible amalgamation of flesh and steel to wobble and twist on the ends of the young man’s straining ball cords. Jack eventually tired of this game as well, however, and started roughly and violently yanking the lengths of rebar back out of the young man’s bleeding balls. Troy let out more strangled cries as his ridiculously over abused balls suffered fresh trauma, the violent removal of the rebar segments tearing even more strings of beefy flesh out of the big holes in the struggling young man’s gigantic nuts. 

Inspired by the weight of those metal bars, Jack rooted around in the debris pile again and selected a large chunk of concrete from the rubble, a huge and knobbly block of some old building foundation with a loop of rebar sticking out from one jagged end. The chunk of stone was nearly the size of a car engine, and had to weigh north of 500 pounds, approaching Troy’s own stupendous weight, but Jack picked it up like it weighed nothing. He selected one of his hooks that was attached to a short length of slender chain, and secured the hook in the rusty loop, then carried the heavy block over to where Troy was dangling and struggling for his life. While cradling the concrete boulder in one arm, the killer deftly secured the other end of the chain around the neck of the young man’s mangled and bleeding ballsac, wrapping the thin chain several times around the long and narrow scrotal neck and cinching it tight. And then, with a feral grin, he let the chunk of concrete fall. 

Jack more than half expected the humongous block of concrete to rip the young man’s weakened and dying nuts right off of his body. But if this was a final test of the strength of Troy’s mauled and battered balls, then those mighty stones passed with flying colors. 

A short *Urk!* escaped Troy’s beefy throat as his obscenely overstuffed nutsac sharply arrested the weight’s fall, and the sudden agonizing jerk to his prized possessions forced the young muscle jock to again tumble to the end of his noose. Well over half a TON of muscle, steel, and stone jerked at his 26-inch bison neck so hard that most men would have been instantly decapitated, but Troy’s fantastically muscular bull neck held fast, though his breath was cut off once more. 

But even more incredibly, the thick and supremely tough ball cords anchoring his horrifically wounded balls to his muscular body held as well, yanking the concrete boulder to a sharp and abrupt stop. Sloppy fluids squirted out of every one of the holes gouged into both jackfruit-sized man orbs as they were violently yanked to the very ends of their fleshy tethers, nearly tripling their natural dangle and making both mammoth testicles bulge all purple and shiny at the very bottom of their heroically straining sac. No man’s nuts were meant to support even a tiny fraction of this much weight, and any other man would have been instantly castrated, but Troy’s mighty nuts held strong and fast, all but daring the killer to wreak even more harm upon them. 

Troy’s vibrant green eyes all but bugged out of his head at the agony and inhuman strain in both his neck and his nuts. Enormous veins popped out all over his thick and straining bison neck, as well as over the rotund surfaces of both massive balls, and his handsome face quickly turned a dangerous shade of dark reddish purple. But then the valiant rugby hunk once again grasped the chain above him with both hands and laboriously began to climb upward, hauling upwards of 1,200 pounds of dead weight with weary and shaking arms. He managed to climb up perhaps half a foot, enough to relieve the throttling tension on his neck, but his trembling arms wouldn’t lift him any higher. 

Jack meanwhile hadn’t wasted his time, and he rooted through the construction debris until he found what he wanted — a four foot long length of thick and rusty rebar, the longest and thickest in the entire pile, and just the sort of ‘bat’ that he wanted to use on his beefy and meaty piñata. The steel bar had a large bend in it, but the killer simply grabbed both ends of the nearly two-inch-thick rod and straightened it out in moments, his supernatural strength once again on display. 

Troy’s damaged throat was no longer capable of speech at this point, but he gazed down in horror at the terrifying killer as he lined up his first swing, begging with tear-filled eyes for mercy even as he struggled to keep his enormously muscular body and the huge concrete weight aloft enough to breathe. Jack, of course, ignored Troy’s silent pleas, and swung the rusty iron bar in a powerful wide arc. 

The blow struck Troy about halfway up his cock shaft, striking the left side of his dick so hard that, for a brief moment, there was a 20 degree leftward bend in his diamond hard cock, before the dick immediately snapped back to its ramrod straight length and careened wildly to the right with the force of the blow. The next blow struck the other side, a little further up, causing the gigantic phallus to fling itself in the other direction, trailing a long sticky strand of lust honey. Nothing more than short grunts of pain escaped Troy’s handsome lips as the struggling lad’s penis was mercilessly struck again and again and again and again. Angry red welts began to appear all up and down the perfect shaft as the brutal cock bashing continued, but in truth, Jack was using only a fraction of his true strength. He was just playing around with his victim, softening him up for the finale, but he didn’t want to destroy the young man’s glorious stallion rod. At least, not yet. 

Indeed, the dozens and dozens and dozens of iron-on-beef blows did nothing to ‘soften’ Troy’s dick, for the mighty column of man flesh remained just as huge and rock hard as ever. In fact, the titanic organ began to ooze even more precum, blood-tinged this time from all of the horrific damage wrought on his hulking he-man nuts, but looking for all the world like the mighty lad might just reach orgasm one last time. Something in Troy’s agony-filled brain must have short circuited, for even the most painful and brutal of punishments were now being interpreted as erotic stimuli by the handsome young stud’s overwhelmingly rugged and powerful reproductive system. 

Sensing the young man’s impending orgasm, Jack switched up his tactics, and started striking just the underside of Troy’s cock, over and over again, aiming for those magical couple of inches of skin directly below the young man’s swollen and bulbous — and now heavily bruised — cock head. And the strategy paid off, for it was clear that Troy was nearing the point of no return, and was about to hurtle over the edge of an agonizing ejaculation. 

CRACK!!

Just as the first salvo of pinkish-white sperm erupted from Troy’s thundering mule cock, Jack struck the right side of the young man’s ballsac with the rebar bat, this time swinging with all of his preternatural might. The spectacularly tough and hardy outer wall of Troy’s right ball, heavily weakened after all of the previous beatings and stabbings, finally cracked under the onslaught. Troy threw back his handsome head and opened his mouth wide in a silent scream, using all of his remaining strength and willpower to hold tight to the chains above him. 

CRACK!! 

Another demolishing blow, this time to the left side of Troy’s bloated and bulging nutsac, cracked his hulking left nut, further weakening the great orb even as his beefy bollocks sent another humongous jet of seminal fluids rocketing out of the young man’s wildly jerking and throbbing cock. 

The killer then commenced his by far most violent and brutal ball abuse of the night. Back and forth, right and left, Jack kept right on hammering at Troy’s rapidly failing nuts, causing cracks to grow and spread across the thick-walled surfaces of both balls, even as those valiantly struggling orbs tried desperately to fertilize something, anything, before they were reduced to useless rubble. Though both testicles had already been mortally wounded by the multiple stabbings, Jack was delighting in grinding down their surprisingly strong remaining virility, aiming for the complete annihilation of the handsome lad’s fertility and manhood. And it didn’t look like it would much longer to achieve his goal. 

Continued ruinous blows began to cause more of Troy’s nut guts to spurt out of the many holes in their unbelievably massive bulk. More and more of those slender spaghetti-like filaments unspooled and dangled in wet loops and broken strands out of the gaping wounds as the beefy interiors of both nuts rapidly started to disintegrate. Both of Troy’s humongous nuts started to look like half-carved jack-o-lanterns, wet pulpy guts hanging from many of the wounds even while the majority of both colossal cajones somehow kept their ovoid shapes and continued to pump out huge slugs of fresh sperm. 

Troy’s cum salvos, though still huge and undeniably extremely impressive, were markedly smaller than the almighty ropes of nut sludge shot out in his previous three orgasms. Perhaps those first three loads had already tapped most of the cum reserve inside of both of those mammoth bollocks, contributing to the smaller size of this fourth and final load, but there was no doubt that the extreme damage both testicles had suffered had dramatically reduced their sperm-making capacity as well. In fact, it was a wonder that those dying nuts were producing any sperm at all, given how close they were to utter annihilation! 

The young man’s strength and staying power deeply impressed the killer, and even as he kept hammering away at Troy’s crumbling bison balls, Jack heaped silent praise upon the devastatingly handsome and outrageously muscular jock titan, knowing that he’d likely never see his equal again. 

In the end, it took more than a score of Jack’s obliterating full force blows before Troy’s mighty right nut, critically wounded and unable to endure any more punishment, finally gave in. 

CRUUUNCH!!!

The heavily compromised orb, its thick and supremely tough outer walls cracked and split in so many places, caved in completely as a mighty blow struck its bulky side, fracturing the colossal gonad nearly in half. The young man’s raging orgasm instantly turned from pinkish slugs of mostly white sperm to decidedly crimson purgings of blood and other body fluids mixing in with the lad’s still copious cum. Troy’s left bollock bravely carried on, courageously pumping out more of its ballast of top grade baby batter as Jack focused all of his attention on striking the young man’s final intact orb. 

Troy’s left whale nut proved to be even more immensely strong than the right, as it took nearly a dozen more brutal blows from the rusty rebar before that ball, too, failed and fractured in its sac. 

CRU-U-U-UNCH!!!

The cracking of his last nut seemed to completely paralyze Troy for several long moments. Every one of his magnificent muscles flexed and bulged in their greatest size and relief yet, turning Troy into a true god of pure muscle. Even his cock stopped in mid flex, vibratingly hyper erect, but paralyzed from throbbing. Jack lined up one last blow from behind the quivering and seizing rugby stud, and struck the backside of both heavily compromised balls with all of his might. 

SPLUNCH!!!

Those utterly massive, magnificent, jackfruit-sized gonads, which had endured so much abuse and pumped out truly INSANE amounts of jock jizz, instantly exploded inside their sac, fracturing into dozens of separate chunks. At that same moment, one last titanic jet of fluid shot out of Troy’s cock, one of his most voluminous spurts of the entire night, but containing a gross mixture of semen, blood, and shredded testicular matter. 

Troy’s reign as an alpha stud of unparalleled might and stratospheric virility, had come to a sudden and very violent end. 

The young man’s titanic body gave a mighty convulsion as his mighty bull nuts were pulverized beyond any possible hope for repair, a great gasp of unimaginable agony was torn from his mighty lungs, but he somehow kept his death grip on the chains suspending him from the thick sycamore limb. Tears streamed down Troy’s achingly handsome face as he mourned the end of his once-mighty manhood. 

Jack dropped his heavy crowbar to the uncaring ground and used both of his eager hands to knead and fondled the stud’s gore-dripping nutsac, feeling huge broken chunks of testicular matter grinding against one another as they floated inside of their much-abused scrotum. The killer reveled in the horrible damage and destruction he had wrought, and he used his powerful hands to crush big chunks of nut meat to smithereens, one after another, each small explosion bringing him closer to utterly annihilating the biggest set of stud nuts he’d ever seen. Jack’s clutching fingers forced some of the smaller broken bits to squirt out of the various holes in the stud’s huge sac and plop messily to the earth below, but the vast majority of the chunks were far too large to fit through any of the ragged holes. In fact, Jack realized that each of these broken chunks were huge, far larger than a normal man’s testicles, and he had the sudden image of a talented surgeon somehow salvaging a huge testicle fragment in each bollock, leaving the handsome rugby bull with a still sizable and impressive — and functioning — set of balls. 

And the killer simply could not allow that to happen.  

In a flash like lightning, a hooked blade slashed silver in the pale moonlight as Jack cut through the stud’s elongated nutsac and extraordinarily tough and taut ball cords in one mighty swing, severing Troy’s utterly mammoth balls from his magnificent body and finally completing his unmanning. The concrete boulder plummeted to the ground with a very loud THUD, pulling the young man’s severed nutsac with it. The obese scrotum, containing the remains of Troy’s utterly massive orbs, smacked wetly into the concrete boulder and balanced atop that chunky mass of stone for several long moments before its great weight caused it to roll ponderously off of the boulder and onto the earth below. Those fantastically huge balls, which had powered Troy’s pubescent growth spurt and transformed him into the most outrageously muscular hunk of a man that the killer had ever seen, splattered wetly on the ground like a pair of rotten fruit, spilling out even more of their meaty and broken nut guts in the process. 

For good measure, Jack brought his heavy-booted foot down hard on Troy’s broken right orb one, two, three times. Even in its wrecked and broken state, the young man’s hulking herculean huevo still put up a surprising amount of resistance, the shattered orb flattening more and more with each stomp, but refusing to break. On the fourth stomp, however, Jack finally popped the goliath orb in a huge and gory shower of thick nut meat and raw sperm, which spewed across the grass and gravel for half a dozen feet in every direction. 

The killer wasn’t quite yet done with the still gasping and struggling Troy, however. 

The rugby stud’s towering phallus was somehow still rock hard and thrumming, looking even larger and more magnificent than ever, and Jack realized that he needed to remove this symbol of the lad’s oversized masculinity as well. He grabbed one of his smaller chains and looped it around the wide and thick base of Troy’s meat spire several times. Jack then grabbed one of the dangling ends of chain in each of this big hands, and yanked brutally tight. Troy let out another choked cry as the powerful killer began to strangle his titanic cock right at the root. The already hyper-bloated organ swelled larger still as even more blood was forced into it, the huge and tortured veins bulging ominously as the monument to manhood turned a darker and darker shade of purple. The steel chain was crushing the narrowing base of Troy’s cock harder and harder, threatening to pinch it off at the root, which forced the already dangerously swollen cock bloat to truly terminal dimensions, looking like it could burst wide open at any moment. Jack could have sworn that the mighty meat cannon added at least another inch or two to its staggering length in those final moments, surpassing the realm of human possibility by reaching an impossible TWO FEET in length and achieving truly god-like dimensions. 

And that’s when Jack’s curved blade sliced downward, severing Troy’s tough and muscular cock off at the very root in one powerful slice. 

The mighty young stallion, having just been turned into a gelding, began to lose his grip on the chain overhead. Extreme exhaustion had set in, which was exacerbated by the unstaunched flow of blood pulsing out of the raw wound where his legendary cock and balls had once lived. But more than that, Troy had lost the will to live. He was no longer a jock, no longer a stud, no longer even a man, and as he felt each link of chain slowly pass through his clutching hands, he realized that he now welcomed the cold embrace of death. 

As the noose once more tightened around Troy’s bullish and thickly muscled neck, choking him once more, Jack leisurely examined the severed penis cradled in both of his overflowing hands. The slender chain was still cinched tight around the base of the colossal organ, preventing the trapped blood from escaping, and the cock’s iron hardness and great heat gave it a false semblance of life. Jack marveled at the titanic size and overwhelming masculine beauty of the magnificent organ for several long moments. Even as Jack watched, a single pearl of cum appeared from the wide slit in that gorgeous glans, representing the very last drop of Troy’s fertile semen. Jack lifted the bulky and heavy cock upwards, and with the tip of his tongue scooped up that last bead of virility, bringing it into his mouth and savoring a final taste of the lad’s staggeringly powerful masculinity.

Jack then walked up behind the choking and struggling muscle titan and gazed once more upon his magnificent muscle ass, which was still oozing the remnants of two of Jack’s own prodigious cum loads. The killer grinned as he lined up the severed horse cock with the young man’s gaping and quivering hole, knowing full well that the rugby hunk’s colossal cock was far too large to fit up even the muscular giant’s own backside… and he shoved it in almost to the hilt in one terrible thrust! 

A dying Troy thought that he was beyond feeling pain at this point, but he was wrong. The achingly handsome young college jock felt his ass rip open as his own monumental bull cock speared through his insides, and he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see the swollen purple cock head erupt out of his magnificently rippling abdominal wall. The humongous glans did, however, grind up against the underside of the lad’s struggling diaphragm, further impinging his ability to breathe and hastening his impending end. 

Jack focused his entire attention back to his young victim, the handsome super stud’s mutilated body shuddering and quivering. The spectacularly fit young man was too fantastically tough and freakishly strong to die quickly, despite the thick steel chain choking off his windpipe and the heavy unchecked bleeding at his groin. The killer savored the stud’s extended death throes, watching his monumentally magnificent physique slowly drain of color, his richly tanned skin taking on a paler and more sickly hue by the moment. Troy’s mighty heart continued to valiantly thunder in his colossal chest, despite the lad wishing for the oblivion of death, forcing him to endure his pain and mutilation for far, far longer than any mortal man should suffer. 

It took several more excruciatingly long minutes, but eventually, Troy’s powerful stallion heart slowed and finally stilled, his heroic chest rose and fell no more, and his gargantuan arms and even more heavily muscled legs hung limply. The big, handsome, strapping, outrageously hung titan of a rugby player was now roadkill, the latest victim of the infamous Jack the Hammer. 

The blood- and cum-splattered killer lingered for a few moments more, admiring his offering to the creatures of the night, before retrieving his meathooks and walking back toward the highway. There were bound to be some dumb frat boys driving around somewhere, and willing to pick up a hitchhiker wearing an amazing Jack the Hammer costume…