Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special - Part 4

This may be the shortest chapter in this 6-part series, but I think it's deliciously brutal. I hope you enjoy it! 

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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 4

Troy’s thickly muscled arm was stopped in mid swing and slammed down onto the car’s hood with enough force to very nearly dislocate Troy’s enormous muscularly and immensely strong shoulder. The handsome, auburn-haired bull screamed as a new agony shattered his consciousness, for Jack had taken the largest of his meat hooks and stabbed it straight through the center of Troy’s thick boulder bicep, and drove the metal deep into the hood, pinning the lad’s arm to the car. The young man could only stare at his massive right arm in disbelief and horror, his seemingly invincible muscle pierced by cold, hard steel. Troy’s gigantic bicep muscle was shaped like a slightly elongated, bifurcated bowling ball, and the middle of that thick, rounded bulge of incredibly dense muscle had been penetrated like a butterfly pinned behind glass in a collection. 

Troy bellowed even louder as he tried to free his arm, but his every pull shredded more of his hard muscle against the sharp hook and he quickly stopped. He realized that he couldn’t hope to free himself without destroying his mighty arm. But even as he watched, his reflexively quivering and shuddering muscle twisted and tore against the unforgiving steel. His magnificent arm wasn’t ruined, not yet, not by a long shot, but the wounded limb had very effectively been taken out of play. 

In the lad’s current state, it was virtually child’s play for Jack to pin Troy’s left arm to the hood of the car using the same method, taking another one of his largest iron hooks and using it to skewer the handsome muscle hunk’s gigantic left bicep and pin it to the tortured and twisted metal of the car’s hood. 

Jack ignored Troy’s screams, his crying and his babbling, and the blood oozing from the grievous wounds in his mammoth biceps. Instead, he remained entranced by Troy’s fantastically ginormous cock. The studly rugby player’s massive man meat remained absolutely rock hard in Jack’s grasp despite the agonies in his ass, balls, and arms, and despite spilling a monster load twice in a matter of only 10 or 15 minutes. Great globs of thick cream were still running down the extraordinarily long shaft, a lush river of virility from the greatest and most prolific wellspring the killer had ever seen. Jack had never seen so much cum from one man, and Jack wanted to see more. Those first two colossal loads — and their impressive after shocks — had definitely been ones for the record books, and Jack wondered just how many more times he could get the big man to cum before he tapped out. He weighed one of Troy’s herculean balls in a hand, marveling at its great turgid weight even AFTER blowing such massive loads, and he knew that he would enjoy seeing how much sperm remained in these positively humongous cum factories. He wanted to watch this magnificent stud’s perfect stallion dick cum again and again and again. 

But at the same time, the bloodthirsty fury of the killer’s hatred rose. Jack withdrew his cock from Troy’s thoroughly plundered ass and heard his victim almost sob in relief. The killer’s own thick seed flooded out of the athlete’s reamed and battered ass and onto the car’s battered hood, mixing with the liquid wealth of Troy’s previous two monster loads. Jack put his own engorged manhood alongside Troy’s and compared his mutilated cock with the athlete’s perfect monument to masculinity. As huge as Jack’s 15-inch cock was, it was dwarfed by Troy’s 22 glorious inches of towering manhood. Jack’s torpedo-shaped cock was a mangled spear of scars and welted flesh, nothing like the smooth and unblemished skin stretched taut across Troy’s bulbous, purple-hued cock head, or the complex tracery of aesthetic and erotic veins that wrapped around the jock’s mammoth and perfect cock shaft. 

Jack pulled away his own cock but kept stroking Troy’s. Already, the killer could see Troy’s dick start to twitch and throb while Jack used Troy’s last load to lubricate his hands. Why did this proud and mighty young man deserve such an incredible dick? As Troy’s cock started pulsing again in the killer’s hands, Jack’s rage only grew. Nobody deserved a dick like this! No dumb college jock with the face of a super hero and the body of a muscle god deserved to be so virile that they were already getting ready to shoot another load mere minutes after already cumming twice! No bull-hung shithead’s deep voice should be panting with rising intensity as they enjoyed the fruits of their overproductive virility! Jack watched Troy’s now reddened and slightly swollen balls pull up in their sack yet again. He watched Troy’s muscular body tightening, his musclebound arms and legs shuddering with his approaching orgasm, his titanic schlong pouring out more sperm-rich precum onto his flexing abdominal muscles. Troy’s pleasure peaked again, but so did Jack’s rage. 

Without warning, Jack’s huge hard-knuckled fist plunged straight down into Troy’s massive nuts, crushing them against the hood of the car with a loud and beefy THUD even as the first massive slug of cum erupted from his thundering cock. Jack immediately drew his fist out of the lad’s wounded and battered nuts, and pistoned it downward again, punching Troy directly in his defenseless balls even as the bellowing lad’s giant cock launched its second mighty sperm salvo. 

What followed as an all-out assault on the vulnerable and completely defenseless source of the young rugby star’s almighty manhood. Jack’s left hand kept violently frigging Troy’s colossal cock, sending great gushing rivers of splooge to splash and splatter across the vast canvas of the big howling athlete’s utterly mammoth muscles and wash across the front of his car, while his right fist kept hammering into the young man’s utterly massive baby makers over and over and over again. The loud THUMP THUMP THUMP of fist on beefy flesh was accompanied by Troy’s own desperate bellows of pain, as well as the sound of twisting and tortured metal as Jack’s blows continued to dent and deform the thick metal sheet beneath Troy’s supremely burly balls. 

Truly lineage-ending blows were raining down on Troy’s screaming nuts, virility-decimating punches that would have quickly splattered almost any other man’s gonads across the hood of the car in no time. But Troy’s freakishly dense and insanely tough boulder balls doggedly refused to break. They were getting crushed more than halfway flat with each terrible punch and forced to bend and profoundly deform around Jack’s invading fist, and they were suffering serious damage to their delicate internal structures. But the valiant orbs refused to pop, their thick and fibrous outer membranes proving their mettle by enduring even this beyond-brutal testicle thrashing, all while pumping out his third titanic load of the night. 

Jack made sure to strike Troy’s battered and swelling nuts from every possible angle, including brutal frontal assaults on both colossal balls, devastating upper cuts to the vast undercarriage of his sac, and destructive attempts to stave in the side walls of those impossibly meaty orbs. The killer sometimes focused his blows on just one great orb at a time, but he more frequently struck both behemoth bollocks at once, trying to totally annihilate the most massive and magnificent manhood he had ever seen, and hammer Troy’s unparalleled virility out of existence. 

Yet Troy’s third orgasm raged on for a full minute, and then two minutes, and then three, pumping out mind boggling amounts of prime stud splooge even as the killer steadily decimated his titanic testes. Livid purple bruises were erupting all across the tortured tissues as more internal structures continued to snap and fracture. By the third minute mark, tiny but disturbing streaks of pink began to appear in the mighty ropes of sperm that continued to rocket out of Troy’s pulsating bull cock, visible proof of the unspeakable damage being caused inside the screaming and sobbing lad’s massive orbs. And yet the merciless testicle pounding continued. 

The handsome rugby stud’s entire torso had already been flooded and drenched by a fresh thick layer of stallion jizz, and still the deluge continued! It was as if Jack’s hammer blow punches were actually forcing the cum right out of the lad’s beleaguered bollocks! The sounds of the blows were taking on a disturbing wet and squishy tone as the brutal barrage continued, and Troy’s behemoth balls were taking on a decidedly mushy and jelly-like appearance as they were hammered into ever more gruesome and unnatural shapes. But still they endured as Troy’s orgasm reached its fourth minute, and then its fifth! Somehow, impossibly, after already blasting out two record-breaking bull loads, Troy was once again shattering his own personal record with this third and utterly colossal load of prime alpha stud jizz! 

The metal hood of Troy’s car, proving to be far weaker than the behemoth bollocks resting upon it, had by now been so clobbered and battered that it had molded itself to the solid steel engine block below. What little give the hood had provided to each of the thundering fist blows was now gone, and the devastatingly handsome young titan’s severely wounded balls were now effectively being hammered into the car’s solid engine, and being forced to warp around both the blocky steel below and the hard-knuckled fist above. Troy’s magnificent bull balls were now absorbing every since ounce of the killer’s preternaturally strong punches, and their battered walls were now reaching critical levels, the thick and fibrous protective membranes threatening to fail at any moment. 

Jack didn’t seem to realize it at first when Troy’s well of virility finally ran dry, for even once Troy’s horrifically bruised and battered bullocks had finished pumping out their unimaginably  EPIC third load, the killer kept raining destruction down on the temporarily spermed out orbs, crushing them nearly as flat as thick hamburger patties one, two, three dozen more times, punching both the cum and the fight out of the outrageously muscular and heartbreakingly handsome rugby titan. The quivering sex organs were taking longer and longer to plump back up to their original ovoid shapes, and any punch could now be the fateful blow that would burst open Troy’s mammoth man orbs. 

When Jack finally finished his legacy-ending assault on Troy’s horrifically bloated and bludgeoned testicles, the young man was a sobbing and twitching mess. The entire front of his magnificent body was positively awash with his own potent male essence, covered from crotch to head in the thick and steamy effluent of his most recent and, undeniably, his most voluminous testicle purging. Entire sheets of thick and gloopy cum ran off of his muscles like scorching hot ice floes made of creamy white molasses, impossible quantities of stud spunk damn near gluing him to the top of his car. The rippling cobblestones of his prominent abs, as well as the deeply chiseled cum gutters of his Apollo’s belt, worked overtime as they slowly drained off his stupendously thick fuckslop while the handsome young man tried to regain his breath. 

And incredibly, Troy’s mighty traffic bollard of a cock was STILL rock hard!! 

Jack surveyed the damage he had wrought on Troy’s behemoth balls, his hungry and lust-crazed eyes drinking in every vibrant bruise, every bloated vein, every lush and swollen curve of those battered and rapidly swelling balls, reveling in the tremendous harm and agony he’d unleashed upon them. He had never encountered a set of stud nuts that had been able to endure more than a fraction of what Troy’s hulking huevos had just been through, and he was greatly impressed by their super human strength and durability. He scooped up both hot and now extremely low hanging lumps of beat up man meat into his huge, muscular hands and gave the orbs a few tentative squeezes, smiling approvingly as his thick fingers were now able to sink easily into all of that dense and beefy ball flesh. Troy’s big pineapple-sized balls had been softened up nicely, virtually all of their ferocious strength literally pounded right out of them along with their cum, and were now swelling to even greater dimensions, approaching the size of monstrous jackfruit and making his bruised and abraded scrotum stretch perilously thin across their now even more unimaginably vast size. 

But despite the horrific beating they’d just received, the fibrous outer walls of Troy’s hulking and impossibly sturdy nuts were astonishingly still intact! In fact, Jack was convinced that, if he stopped right now, Troy’s big burly boy balls could recover from even this heinous abuse with barely a dent to their fabled virility! The killer fantasized about nursing the gorgeous stud’s magnificent whale balls back to full and vibrant health… only to punish and pummel them all over again! He wondered how many cycles of extreme violence such a huge and hearty pair of mammoth stud nuts could be forced to endure until the last vestiges of virility were finally hammered out of them, and the mighty bollocks themselves crumbled to useless rubble.

This fantasy played out in Jack’s warped and bloodthirsty mind for several long moments, as he almost lovingly groped, fondled, squeezed, and caressed Troy’s titanic testicles, forcing whimpers of pain out of the defeated and exhausted muscle giant. He loved the idea of bringing Troy to some dark warehouse or dungeon, and torturing this fantastic specimen of manhood for days and weeks on end, perhaps even MONTHS, flooding the floor with his never-ending supply of stud cum from his spectacular and monumentally oversized bull loins before Troy’s insanely tough and powerful balls finally gave out. Jack’s scarred lips parted in a grotesque smile as this torture fantasy played out in his mind, his own cock flexing and throbbing with anticipation. 

But in the end, as it always did, Jack the Hammer’s bloodthirsty nature won out again.