Wow, but this chapter is brutal! Good thing Troy is such a magnificent stud of a man, but even his almighty strength, resilience, and virility is put to the ultimate test...
Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special
Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake
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Part 5
Jack’s jealously caused his bloodlust to surge back in full force, and he wrenched a particularly large hook off of his belt and raised it up high, ready to strike a deadly blow. The killer’s scarred lips were pulled back in a horrific grimace and his crazed blue eyes bulged wide as he gazed down on the stunning magnificence of Troy’s outrageously muscular body, splayed out helplessly before him. The young man’s purple-mottled bollocks, which were now rapidly swelling after the unbelievably brutal barrage of punches they’d just endured, quickly became the focus of Jack’s unbridled fury. Here was the source of the handsome stud’s tremendous strength, his incredible power, his unparalleled masculinity, his staggering virility. Jack was filled with the violent urge to plunge his sharp steel hook downward, to stab Troy’s bloating balls over and over again, to rip out their guts and shred these beautiful and obscene parodies of a normal man’s nuts and to strew their hot entrails across the dented hood of the car. Jack raised his hook up even higher, hatred and lust flashing in his crystal blue eyes, and both Troy and Addison knew even greater terror.
And at the last possible moment, Jack wrestled his violent urges under control, slowly lowering his deadly hook. These extraordinary vessels of Troy’s burgeoning masculinity had given the killer so much joy and amusement already, and he found that he wanted to play with them some more… before reducing them to useless meat.
Despite the temporary reprieve for his huge and profoundly throbbing bull nuts, Troy now knew without a doubt that he was doomed, that the legendary serial killer wasn’t going to stop until he’d massacred Troy’s manhood and then butchered his body, just as he had done his other victims.
Troy looked down at his battered and likely half-ruined 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 with lightning speed while Addison struggled to throw the car into gear. He tore out the hooks pinning Troy’s forearms to the car, wrapped 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 lower-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 chain, 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 fantastically muscular neck, and struggling 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 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. 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 of rock solid stud muscle 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 desperately for life. The stud’s heavily beaten bollocks, hanging loose and heavy and absolutely enormous in their battered and abraded nutsac, jiggled and bounced as he struggled, their healthy pink color long since replaced by a garish mottling of dark reds and deep purples. 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 likely 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 already survived far 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 massive sac made the killer want to torture those beautiful balls even more. 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.
Jack 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 almost nothing. He selected one of his hooks that was attached to a short length of chain, and secured the hook in the rusty loop of rebar, 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 bloated 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 battered and weakened 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 terrifically wounded balls to his muscular body somehow held as well, yanking the concrete boulder to a sharp and abrupt stop! Sloppy fluids squirted out of Troy’s gaping piss hole as both of his jackfruit-sized man orbs 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 luminous green eyes nearly 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, as 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 impossibly 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 full 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.
WHACK!!!
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 to spray and spatter across the uncaring ground. 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, and 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 ribbed 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 with by far his 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 likely been mortally wounded by the earlier beating with the killer’s hard-knuckled fists, 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.
Troy could only grunt and moan as he felt his future as a male and as a father being mercilessly hammered to death between his almighty legs. Continued ruinous blows began to cause more of Troy’s nut guts to rip and shred as the beefy interiors of both nuts rapidly started to disintegrate. Both of Troy’s humongous nuts started to look like dented and battered oblong spheres, both colossal cajones starting to lose their ovoid shapes even as they miraculously 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 — and were continuing to suffer — 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!
But the young man’s ferocious strength and incredible 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 more 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 splintered 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 slightly pink-tinged slugs of mostly white sperm to decidedly rosier purgings of blood and other body fluids mixing in with the lad’s still fantastically 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. The terrific agony of both of his massive balls fracturing appeared to have short circuited the gorgeous young lad’s brain, and his wide eyes could only stare sightlessly ahead as drool oozed from his open mouth, a look of horror and agony frozen on his achingly handsome and utterly masculine features. His big, meaty hands somehow maintained their death grip on the chains overhead, hauling the combined weight of his massive body and equally massive chunk of concrete aloft enough for him to draw ragged breaths.
Jack dropped the heavy beam of rebar to the uncaring ground and panted and heaved from his recent exertions, a fire of excitement and blood lust lighting up his scarred 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.
The rugby stud’s towering phallus was somehow still rock hard and thrumming despite the breaking of both of his nuts, the mighty rod looking even larger and more magnificent than ever, and Jack realized that he needed to destroy 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 monumental 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 grunt as the powerful killer began to strangle his titanic cock right at the root. The already hyper-bloated organ swelled impossibly 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 right 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.
Jack tightly tied off the two ends of the chain right at the base of Troy’s heroically straining cock, maintaining its strangling grip on the thick cock root. The chain was very slowly choking the hulking stud’s gigantic cock to death, and if left on long enough, would eventually slay that mighty log of man meat. But Jack did not intend to wait that long.
With Troy’s mammoth, two-foot-long cock choked off and ever so slowly strangling to death, Jack turned his attention to the stud’s gigantic cracked and fractured balls. Both orbs had now swollen to maximal dimensions, the warped and misshapen testicles only vaguely maintaining their original ovoid shape, and now darkened to a nearly uniform deep purple. Troy’s behemoth boy balls were clearly terminally wounded, but still — somehow — very much alive, and throbbing in unimaginable agony.
The killer reached up with both eager hands to knead and fondle the stud’s grossly bloated and distended nutsac, feeling the ruptures in their thick and fibrous outer walls and the soft sponginess of the nearly pulped ball meat inside. Jack’s probing fingers found several deep fractures in both balls, and he enjoyed grinding the nearly ruined bollocks against one another and feeling them distort easily in his strong hands. The killer reveled in the horrible damage and destruction he had caused, and he knew that he was on the precipice of utterly annihilating the biggest set of nuts he’d likely ever see.
But Jack was also surprised at how much structural integrity remained in both terminally swollen orbs, and realized that even now, at this late stage, it might be possible for the mighty rugby stud to heal at least some of this extreme damage, and survive with a minimally functioning set of balls. And if he managed to retain even a fraction of his stupendous virility, he’d still likely remain one of the most virile men on the planet.
And there was no way Jack would allow this spectacular example of prime stud manhood to survive with even a sliver of his virility intact.
Jack knew that Troy’s titanic testicles were now so heavily damaged and weakened that he could easily burst them with his bare hands, and he considered that option for several long moments and he cradled and fondled the bloated purple spheres resting so hot and heavy in his scarred hands. He could readily imagine the feeling of both giant nuts bursting his hands like a pair of overripe melons, their shattered tissues oozing between his clutching fingers, all of that burly beef rendered into nothing more than meat sauce.
The killer’s large and preternaturally strong fingers flexed multiple times, firmly squeezing and releasing the tortured orbs over and over again, preparing for the crushing squeeze that would wreck Troy’s herculean huevos forever.
But at the last moment, Jack decided that he wasn’t quite yet done with the still gasping and struggling Troy. No, he decided that he wanted to send the mega stud’s manhood off with a bang.
The legendary killer picked the discarded beam of thick rebar off of the ground and then gazed upon the dangling stud once more. Troy’s struggles were becoming weaker and weaker, and his grip on the chains above was slowly slipping. If Jack did nothing but stand and watch, then it was only a matter of time before the muscle bull’s strength gave out and the chains once again began to choke that unbelievably thick and beefy neck of his, strangling the stud to death. Ditto for the slender chain throttling the base of Troy’s monumental stallion cock, which by now had turned a disturbingly dark shade of purple with veins so distorted and distended that they looked ready to burst right out of the skin. The huge chunk of concrete and iron hanging from the lad’s broken balls also seemed poised to finish the killer’s work and rip those gigantic sperm tanks right off of the stud’s muscular body, but somehow those almighty ball cords held, if only barely.
This was the most magnificent young male that Jack had ever seen, and he wanted to send him off with an appropriate ending.
Jack lined up one last blow from behind the quivering and struggling rugby stud, preparing to strike the backside of both heavily compromised balls with all of his might. Even a moderate strength tap would pulverize the young man’s critically compromised balls at this point, but the killer intended to hold nothing back on this last blow. He wanted the overkill to be extreme. He wanted to see those fantastically huge balls, those obscenely oversized sexual organs that 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, explode in a shower of gore and splatter wetly on the ground in a burst of decimated manhood. Troy’s reign as an alpha stud of unparalleled might and stratospheric virility was about to come to a sudden and very, very violent end.
The killer gently swung the rebar bat several times, tapping it against the backside of Troy’s straining, bulging nutsac, teasing the immensely muscular jock and dragging out his imminent emasculation. Even these light taps were burning agony for the struggling young buck, and tears streamed down from his gorgeous green eyes as he prepared for the end. All hope had left his proud young heart, and Troy was almost welcoming the release of his impending death. Jack drew back the thick chunk of rebar one last time, flexed his own massive muscles, and prepared for one final, fateful swing…
The sound of a redlining car engine suddenly split the night, and a pair of rapidly approaching headlights flickered on and illuminated the entire scene. Jack had just enough time to look up with a look of stunned surprise on his fire-ravaged face before the battered Audi struck him at top speed and then crashed with a deafening boom against the trunk of the huge sycamore tree.
Addison had returned, regaining her courage and racing to the rescue of the love of her life.
Jack’s body cushioned the car’s impact just enough to spare the engine and headlights, so a fiercely grinning Addison could watch as the killer’s body twitched and convulsed. She stared defiantly right into the killer’s blue eyes as the light left them and he slumped forward onto the battered and cum drenched hood of the car.
The impact had also released the chains holding Troy aloft, allowing his massive form to crumple to the earth. The huge chunk of concrete struck the ground first, and then the mighty rugby player crashed balls first on top of it, crushing his supremely damaged balls between his rock solid muscles and the jagged chunk of stone, damn near finishing off his battered bullocks.
Addison was trapped inside the car, one of her wrists still handcuffed to the steering wheel, so she could only shout encouragement to her beefy, battered lover as he ponderously drew himself upright and started fumbling with the chains at his crotch. The blond beauty was terrified that the killer would somehow come back to life and attack them both, and the urgency was clear in her panicked voice, but she tried to remain calm, realizing that Troy would somehow have to free himself and make his way to the revving car.
The poor stud was exceedingly weak at this point and barely conscious, but he somehow managed to release the chains around his abraded and profoundly stretched out scrotal sac, freeing his balls from the massive concrete weight. He then stumbled the dozen or so paces to the passenger side of the car, wrenched the door open, and collapsed inside. As soon as the stud’s massive body was fully within the vehicle, Addison threw the car into reverse and peeled backwards, watching Jack’s mangled body crumple lifelessly to the ground. And then she spun the car around and raced off into the night, gunning it for the campus hospital more than half an hour away.
And thus it was that Troy Cooper became the first victim ever to survive an encounter with the infamous Jack the Hammer.
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