Castration Warehouse - Part 5

Castration Warehouse - Part Five

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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While Jack remained briefly unconscious, Mitch and his men got to work setting up for their next torture of the young stud’s gargantuan nuts. Mitch took a length of slender rubber tubing and wrapped it around the root of the football jock’s heavily dangling ballsac, cinching it tight, but not tight enough to significantly impair blood flow to the massive eggs below. He then continued to wrap the tubing down the length of the big, hairless scrotum, creating a narrow cylinder of twined rubber rope surrounding the neck of Jack’s sac and the all-important cords, tubes, and cables contained within, while also forcing the big balls themselves farther and farther down in his scrotum. The big blond muscle bull already knew that Jack’s powerful nuts could endure an extreme stretch from testing them out earlier that evening, but he settled for creating ‘only’ a six inch stretch to the young man’s bollocks, doubling their normal dangle and causing the huge orbs to bulge bright and shiny in their sac. He then wound the remainder of the rubber tubing separately around each ball, splitting them and pushing out each mammoth gonad to either side. 

Satisfied with his rope work, Mitch then began wrapping a thin copper wire around the vast bulk of Jack’s trussed up left nut, creating several dozen loops around that goliath orb, before doing the same to the stud’s equally massive right ball, until they were both encased in a dense but delicate lattice of bright copper wire. He then hooked up the other ends of the wires to an industrial-grade electric generator. 

Right around the time Mitch was done with his preparations, Jack came to with a gasp and a start. His blue eyes flew open, and he quickly realized that he hadn’t woken up from his nightmare — his dire predicament was real. His aching limbs were still stretched out in a spread eagled fashion, his muscular ass still burned from his recent deflowering, and his balls throbbed with a deep, roaring ache like he’d just played half a dozen football games back to back, each one filled with brutal below-the-belt tackles and heavy blows to his unprotected balls. The enormously muscular lad began to pull and twist against his bindings once again, tearfully pleading for the five big men to release him, insisting he was innocent of anything that he’d been accused of. 

Mitch just looked at Jack in dispassionate cruelty and replied, “I honestly don’t know what you’ve been accused of, Jack, nor do I. It doesn’t matter. My men and I have been paid to perform a job, and we’re gonna do it.” Ignoring Jack’s fresh cries for mercy, the big blond pointed down at the set up between the young man’s heroically muscular, wide-spread legs and said, “While you were out, I got you all set up for the next phase in your torture. I’ve wrapped an insulating rubber cord around your nutsac to protect the rest of your body, and then trussed up your big baby makers in a tight cage made of highly conductive copper wiring, which is connected to this big generator here. That way, I can fry your fat nuts as much as I want, while keeping most of the electricity from affecting the rest of your body. Oh, and this generator? It packs a hell of a lot more of a punch than that simple tens unit I was using on your cock and ass earlier. Sounds exciting, huh? Let’s begin!” 

Without additional preamble, Mitch set the generator to 20 percent power with an interval of 2 seconds on and 2 second off. He flipped the switch, and Jack’s entire body arched backwards as he screamed in new agony. His balls were already tremendously tender and sensitive after having pumped out seven loads, being crushed almost flat for over an hour, and then brutally sucker punched by eight fists when already on the verge of cracking apart, so even a light caress would have been painful for him at this point. But the large electrical current now coursing through his wired up bollocks was anything but a gentle caress — it felt like his tortured testicles were being ripped apart from the inside out! 

“Aw, stop screaming, you big baby!” Mitch teased as he watched Jack’s gorgeous body buck and tremble as the powerful electrical current scorched through his bound balls. “We’re only at twenty percent — we have a long way to go before we reach maximum power!” 

One of the other men grabbed a pair of stubby violet-colored wands from the peg board, walked back to Jack, and turned the devices on. The tips of the wands began to glow with a pale blue light as small sparks crackled from the business end, and Jack’s blue eyes grew even wider as he watched the eagerly grinning man bring the tips closer and closer to his massively muscular chest. The smiling thug targeted the succulent paps of Jack’s beautiful nipples, touching the tip of each wand to the hard pebble of coral-colored flesh gracing his fantastic pecs. Tiny bands of blue lightning arced from the tips of the wands to the young man’s nipples, a sharp electrical zapping sound accompanying the fresh scream that was torn from Jack’s beautiful lips. 

“C’mon boys! There’s plenty of acreage here on this stud’s huge, muscular body for additional torment! Go grab some more goodies from the wall, while I crank up the juice on Jack’s freakishly huge balls.” 

Mitch dialed the generator up to 30 percent, eliciting even louder screams from the bound hunk, while the other men happily followed the big blond’s commands. Two of the men grabbed tasers off of the peg board, and amused themselves by randomly using them to shock Jack wherever it suited their fancy — the deep well of his muscular and hairy armpits, his exquisitely chiseled and lean flanks, the rippling cobblestones of his extraordinary 8-pack, the corded muscles of his inner thighs, the sides of his bullish neck, the long snaking tube of his limp horse cock, the small of his narrow and dramatically tapering back, and even the winking rosebud of his tight and quivering asshole. Jack jumped and jerked in his heavy chains with each sharp shock as the men laughed and taunted him. 

The cruel blond muscle bull cranked the generator up to 50 percent and declared, “Here’s some more juice for your big bull balls, Jack! You’re halfway there!” 

Jack was now genuinely in hell, and he was thrashing so hard against his restraints that it looked like he might literally tear his own body apart. He was in such a haze of agony that he didn’t see the fifth thug standing off to the side, lubing up his own huge cock and balls, and then taking up position behind the screaming stud. 

The bound muscle stud suddenly felt a second cock rubbing up the crack of his ass, and a fresh despair overwhelmed him. With one brutal thrust, the big man plunged his rock hard cock into Jack’s already raped ass and started roughly pumping in and out of the muscular shit chute, the burning pain causing the young man to violently arch his back in response. But that painful and degrading sensation was still nothing compared to the inferno of agony exploding inside of his electrocuted bollocks. 

Mitch dialed up the generator once again and said, “We’re at seventy percent now, Jack! Most men would have passed out by this point, but I gotta hand it to you — you are one tough fucker! You might even be the first to take it all the way!” 

Meanwhile, the grunting goon ravaging Jack’s dense and chiseled muscle ass said, “Holy shit, you guys! You gotta feel this! This fuckin’ stud is tighter than a virgin on her wedding night! He’s squeezing my big dick something fierce! And the electrical current that’s getting past the rubber cord is tickling my balls! It’s fucking AMAZING!!” 

Incredibly, Jack’s own cock began to rise once more, galvanized by the renewed pounding his prostate was now receiving. As the handsome hunk writhed and thrashed in mind-warping agony, his mighty cock quickly bloated to its full, majestic 14.5 inches, making it look for all the world like the captive football hunk was ENJOYING the beyond brutal tortures. 

While the thug behind kept on rutting vigorously in Jack’s tight and muscular ass, and the three other big men continued zapping the young man’s wildly thrashing body with wands and tasers, Mitch gradually turned up the voltage on the generator until it was cranking out electricity at full power, truly hammering Jack’s big man eggs with truly massive bolts of destructive power. The young man’s copper-enmeshed ballsac was turning an angrier and angrier shade of red as the gigantic testicles within threatened to cook clear through! 

“Aw fuck, man!! I’m gonna CUM!!” the rutting ruffian shouted as he began to power wash Jack’s prostate with huge slugs of spunk, bathing the sex gland in the thick and gloopy fluid. The feeling of the hot spray against his tight prostate sent Jack over the edge as well, and he started pumping out a fresh orgasm. Enormous slugs of ropey and smelly smegma blasted out in huge, graceful arcs across the room, adding to the vast slippery mess of sperm on the gray cement floor. It was a gigantic ejaculation, a fountain of unfathomable virility, made even more mind-bogglingly impressive by being his eighth such load of the night! 

“Let’s give our stud here a proper send off!” Mitch shouted gleefully. Two of the goons, armed with a taser in each hand, knelt down to either side of the hollering, convulsing, orgasming hunk and, at an unspoken signal, slammed their taser-armed fists together, each pinning a dark red, spasming bollock between the metal tines, and turned their tasers on full blast. 

The effects were devastating. 

Jack’s entire muscular body froze in a rictus of paralyzed agony, his blue eyes wide, his powerful chiseled jaw clenched, every muscle bulging in fantastic relief, thick and tortured veins popping out even bigger all over his glorious form, his stunningly handsome face locked in a mask of shock and horror. He was caught in mid orgasm, and even the powerful ejaculatory muscles in his crotch and cock were paralyzed by the enormous bolts of electricity that were now slamming into his nuts on a continuous, non-stop basis. 

Yet even this extreme level of pain and abuse couldn’t halt the young man’s almighty orgasm once it was already in progress. Instead of rocketing out of his cock in great thundering salvos, Jack’s beyond prodigious load began pouring out of his quivering, vibrating cock in a continuous, lush, pulsating river, painting the long column of his veiny and girthy cock in thick sheets of creamy spew, which then ran down the long neck of his tightly roped scrotum and onto his frying balls. It was a colossal cum load, one of his biggest of the night, and it kept pulsing out of Jack’s electrocuted cock with no end in sight. 

“That’s right, you elephant hung bull stud!!” Mitch shouted at the convulsing, frothing muscle hunk. “You can TAKE it!! Fuck yeah!! PUMP out that fuckin’ colossal bull load of yours, you fuckin’ BEAST!!” 

Jack was beyond hearing by that point, the all-encompassing pain tearing his tortured mind apart. His orgasm raged onward, though, creating a vast and growing puddle of spunk beneath his tightly bound body. The big man behind him, his own orgasm complete, roughly yanked his cock out of the lad’s spasming ass with a sharp yelp, rubbing at his still rock hard organ, which had felt just a fraction of the electrical shock shooting through Jack’s body. With two big stud loads now pumped into his muscular guts, filling them to overflowing, thick trickles of spunk began to burp out of Jack’s violated asshole and run in white, creamy rivulets down his inner thighs. 

Finally, the fourth thug, the one armed with the two violet taser wands, entered the fray, digging the tips of his electrified wands deep into the dense and beefy tissues of Jack’s cruelly used testes, and unleashed their full charge into the quivering orbs. 

A lesser man’s balls would have simply exploded under the awesome assault, exploding like a huge pair of baked potatoes left in the microwave for too long, but Jack’s herculean huevos somehow managed to survive. 

Jack’s body began to convulse violently, his brilliant blue eyes rolling back into his head and frothing drool pouring out of his open mouth. His monumental orgasm had finally shuddered to a cease, but the insanely brutal electrical assault continued for nearly a full minute longer. At a shouted command from Mitch, the tasers and wands were removed as one, and the generator was shut off. Jack’s savagely flexing body immediately collapsed like a wooden puppet with its strings cut, his magnificent form hanging limp and unconscious from his steel bindings once more. 

Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 3 of 4

Oh no!! Matthew's big, beautiful balls are in greater peril than ever!! How can he possibly survive such cruel and deadly abuse...?  

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 3

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Even under the heat of the many bright lights, Matthew could feel the huge open barn start to get colder as evening approached. The sun was heading toward the horizon, taking with it what little heat the cold winter day had provided. The young man’s sweat soaked muscles were chilled by the cooling air, and his large, succulent nipples once again hardened into thick nubs of dense, rubbery flesh. 

But the discomfort of the steadily cooling air hardly registered in Matt’s mind, for his crotch was so awash in pain that he could barely think of anything else. 

The clock now read 36:32:27, which meant that it was nearly 6 PM and he’d been ravaged by the soulless machine for close to 12 hours now! Matt did the math in his pain-addled brain and realized with a shock that he had already cum an extraordinary 46 times, and orgasm number 47 was only minutes away. His whole body ached from all of the bucking and flexing, but it was his ass, cock, and nuts that hurt most of all. 

Matt’s well-plundered butt felt raw and swollen from the rhythmic and electrical stimulating attentions of the large chrome dildo that had been shoved to the hilt up his massively muscular backside. But it was his prostate that had taken the brunt of the dildo’s rough abuse, and that gland now felt big, bruised, and swollen, like a massive hard and hot knot of agony between his ass and his balls. 

The young man’s monstrous cock looked bigger and more bloated than he’d ever seen it in his life, its thick veins standing out like never before and his huge, helmet-shaped cock knob darkening to an actual purple color. The huge phallus throbbed with a constant and unremitting ache, over congested with too-long-held blood. Matt knew that it wasn’t healthy for a man’s cock to remain hard for such a prolonged period of time, but something in the cocktail that they were pumping into his balls was keeping his massive penis harder than steel. The huge hunk had already been terrified of having his balls cut off and his prostate burned out and hammered to mush, but now he began to worry about his cock as well, wondering if it would die simply from being kept rock hard for so very long. 

And then there were the young man’s bound and bloated balls. Matthew couldn’t actually see his huge nuts at the moment, for his massive pecs were just too spectacularly thick for him to see over, and the shackle secured around his powerful, beefy neck allowed him a bare minimum of movement. But it was likely a good thing that Matthew couldn’t actually see his nuts, for the sight would have sent him into even greater panic. 

The constricting green band was now so tight that only a small fraction of his balls’ normal blood flow was making in through the bottleneck and into the starving, aching bollocks. The huge nuts themselves had darkened further from their earlier angry red to a vibrant purple, visual proof that their normal oxygen supply was well on its way to being completely cut off. The tracery of normally invisible veins that covered both massive orbs were now protruding through the thinly stretched scrotal skin, rivaling the mighty, tortured veins of his massive, muscle-corded forearms in their size and prominence. Those huge testicular veins were an even darker shade of purple than the balls themselves, looking like dark worms writhing beneath the surface of his nutsac. 

Matthew couldn’t see his balls, but he could sure as hell FEEL them, for they throbbed with an agony unlike anything he’d ever known. Every mighty beat of his powerful heart sent a wave of agony into the young man’s nuts, feeling like someone was kicking him square in the meaty bollocks, over and over and over again. With steel-toed shoes, no less! The fiery pain was unbearable, and Matt sobbed and moaned against the pain, but he had no choice but to endure it. 

Part of the terrible ache was the result of the constriction of the infernal rubber band cinched painfully tight around the neck of his elongated scrotum, forcing his huge and powerful nuts to struggle for the decreasing supply of oxygen that they desperately needed to survive. But perhaps the greater pain came from the fact that his oversized and overworked gonads had been ratcheted into high gear, literally being flooded with nutrients and growth hormones through the pair of IVs, and forced to manufacture fresh sperm at an alarmingly accelerated rate. His twin spunk bunkers felt extremely heavy and gravid with seed, even after pumping out dozens of unnaturally massive loads, and were positively aching from their constant fullness. At the same time, the frequent raping of his balls’ precious fluids made the overloaded orbs throb and pulse with a pain that was like a raging case of ‘blue balls’, only magnified 1,000 times. Matthew never knew that he was capable of feeling such intense and soul-rending pain, and he began to silently curse his natural toughness, for he was simply too damned strong and resilient to slip into blessed unconsciousness. Instead, he was fated to feel every last moment of his manhood’s slow demise. 

The cruel clock was rapidly nearing 36:30:00, and the handsome young Olympian muscle god steeled himself for the next cycle of testicular pillaging, sinking into even deeper despair as the sun began to sink over the horizon. 

With a low hum, the semen extraction machine kicked in once again, and his bloated and battered prostate was once more being hammered and shocked by the metal dildo impaled into his sore and tender ass. Matthew let out a deep and growling groan as his overworked pleasure centers were stimulated yet again, and his ever-randy cock began to throb with urgent need. The flow of crystalline precum from his cock no longer ceased between extractions, but as the machine activated, the flow from Matt’s painfully engorged and turgid cock increased to a steady river of slick, clear goo. 

The titanic Olympian whimpered as the infernal machine began to plunder his loins once more, and he felt his muscular hips began to involuntarily buck and quiver as the brutally erotic sensations began to build. His bloated and swollen bollocks felt like they weighed 20 pounds each, and Matthew was desperate to jettison the massive load of fresh sperm that was sloshing around inside of those twin orbs. It only took a couple of minutes for the stimulation to reach critical levels, and the young muscle man knew he was about to shoot his wad again. 

Matthew cried out in agony and release as his mammoth bull cock hit orgasm, thrusting his hips forward as much as his bindings would allow as he fucked the cool evening air. Nothing happened for the first few bucks of his slender hips, and no matter how powerfully his gigantic penis pulsed and flexed, only a steady drool of clear precum oozed out. But then his massive wellhead of splooge finally managed to start squeezing its way past the frighteningly tight constriction of the green band, and his cum began to pour out of his mightily throbbing cock. Unlike with his previous orgasms, however, Matthew’s load didn’t blast out in long, powerful streamers and ribbons of hot sperm. Instead, the extremely tight constriction of the rubber band greatly blunted the power behind each ejaculatory contraction so that his spunk sprayed out in a continuous, pulsating stream, half shooting, half pouring out of his shuddering cock. Even the most powerful and violent pulses of his thundering dick couldn’t project his spew more than 4 or 5 feet in front of him, and the bulk of his load was forced to pour almost straight down toward the ground beneath his bound and shackled body. 

The band’s tight constriction forced Matthew’s load to back up inside of his balls, further increasing his already super human pain to even greater levels. It took the young man more than three full minutes to pump out his latest load, and even after his agonizing orgasm was complete and the machine had once again switched off, Matt could tell that there was still a lot of sperm trapped inside of his profoundly aching bollocks. 

The constriction had now reached a critical point where Matthew could no longer fully release his load, and as he heard the solenoid retract just a tiny bit farther and felt the dark green band grow just a tiny bit tighter around the neck of his strangled nutsac, he began to truly despair… 

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Night found Tim still furiously typing at his multiple computers, desperately trying to trace the source of the video signals. Whoever was behind Matthew’s abduction and torture was damnably clever, and every time Tim broke through one fire wall and thought he might be nearing the vital information he sought, another obstacle would appear in his way, thwarting his forward progress. The young man remained undaunted, however, and kept right on trying, racing against time to save his friend. 

Meanwhile, Tim stole frequent glances at his central computer monitor, following Matthew’s progress and watching in rapt amazement each time the herculean hunk pumped out another gargantuan cum load, every 15 minutes like clockwork. The big dude was like Old Faithful at Yellowstone Park! Tim hadn’t been sure at first, but now he was convinced — Matthew’s volcanic and explosive orgasms were becoming even more voluminous over time, not less! Even a stud of Matthew Clark’s lofty heights should have had the size of his cum loads tapering downward after the couple almighty wads, and by all rights even Matthew’s humongous bollocks should have been bone dry and empty by now, but the exact opposite had been holding true for the colossally muscular hunk. Tim strongly suspected that the fluids pumping directly into Matt’s behemoth balls were likely the source for the Olympic athlete’s steadily increasing virility, and he wondered what sort of permanent effects such chemicals and stimulants might have on the young muscle god’s already supremely virile nuts. 

But considering the disturbing state of Matthew’s humongous huevos, Tim realized that permanent effects might be the least of the young man’s worries. 

Matthew’s dramatically low-hanging bollocks had grown to a dark, mottled, and unhealthy-looking purple color, clearly starting to starve for oxygen. Their condition already looked dire, and the clock still had nearly 30 hours to go. There was no way that even Matthew’s big bull balls could survive such conditions much longer. Tim looked longingly at Matt’s gorgeous, bloated bollocks, and then redoubled his efforts to try to track down the stud’s location… 

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It was some time in the pre-dawn hours that the ‘lazy bander’ reached its ultimate setting. Matthew had just been forced to cum yet again, and only a small fraction of his enormous, burgeoning load was able to achieve release, dribbling out of his violently throbbing, 16.5-inch horse cock into the massive pool of splooge beneath his bound and muscular form. His thundering penis was able to cough and sputter a few dozen thick slugs of his supremely potent seed — far more than a typical male could cum in an entire day, but still just a fraction of Matthew’s phenomenal virile potential — while most of his absolutely humongous cum load remained trapped in his hideously distended, bloated, and dark purple bollocks. 

His orgasm complete, Matt could hear the solenoid retract once more with its characteristic and dreaded clicking sound, and he let out a loud grunt as the elastic band encircling his testicles finally, and forevermore, reached the point where no further retraction was possible. The center of Matthew’s long and dangling nutsac was crimped to a fraction of its normal size, and the all-important blood vessels, cords, and cables contained within that narrow neck of flesh could be crushed no further. For the first — and the last — time in the young muscle man’s life, the blood supply that had been nurturing those two fantastic gonads was cut off completely from the rest of his body. 

With the final constriction came a wave of pain and nausea unlike anything Matthew had suffered before, and the huge muscle titan began to thrash, flex, and struggle more violently than ever, desperate to save his starving balls. Matt bucked and heaved like a wild animal for several long minutes, the entire metal stall rocking and shaking with the power and violence of the huge man’s efforts, but it was all for naught — the young Olympian was well and truly helpless. With a sob of defeat, Matthew collapsed limply in his restraints, tears streaming from his stunning blue eyes and sliding unheeded down his perfectly carved cheeks. The pain in his testicles was growing ever more intense by the minute, the green band now so tight that the flesh beneath had all but disappeared from sight, the balls themselves growing ever darker. 

With more than 24 hours to go before his ‘performance’ was complete, Matthew knew with a dread certainty that his big, beautiful balls would be cold and dead long before they were unceremoniously sliced from his body, strangled to death by the insidious ring of hard rubber throttling the neck of his bloated nutsac. 

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Hours had passed — Matthew was too delirious from pain to estimate how many. All he knew was that enough time had passed for the sun to climb over the horizon and bathe the interior of the barn with its cold light. The white hot agony in his balls was all consuming, a soul-rending pain that threatened to tear his mind apart, a constant, throbbing drum of searing agony as his behemoth bollocks struggled to stay alive. Though Matthew couldn’t see them, his titanic testes had swollen larger still, now resembling a pair of vein-gnarled melons, and they had turned a purple so dark that it was almost black. 

The young man’s pain became even worse each and every time he was forced to orgasm, for even though his sperm was now permanently trapped in his strangled and dying balls, he was still more than capable of reaching violent if unfulfilled orgasm. Every 15 minutes, the extraction machine would rev up anew, zapping and hammering at his nearly busted prostate and hurling him over the edge into one cataclysmic orgasm after another. His bollocks were so impossibly bloated with cooling nut sludge by this point that they felt like they might actually burst from the extreme internal pressures, and each subsequent orgasm caused even more of the stuff to back up inside of his hideously distended testicular plumbing. Every throb of his massive cock, every contraction inside of his goliath gonads, felt like his mighty bull nuts were being clobbered by a huge sledgehammer, again and again and again. The inhuman agony was almost — almost — enough to make the long-suffering Olympian pass out… but unfortunately for Matthew, he was built of supremely tough stuff, and his herculean body still wouldn’t grant him the sweet mercy of unconsciousness. 

Matthew’s only comfort — and cold comfort it was — was the fact that the continued scorching agony in his balls at least meant that this precious testicles were still alive. He knew that as the pain began to fade, it would mean that his bulky testes were finally dying. And the handsome hunk realized that he was torn — while he obviously didn’t want to lose his big beautiful balls, he also wanted the terrible pain to end, so part of his mind began to silently wish that his humongous bollocks would simply die faster and get it over with. In fact, he was frankly astounded that his balls yet lived, and he could only credit the nutrients and fluids that even now were still being pumped into his already overfilled nuts — and their natural, super human toughness and durability — that had allowed them to linger far longer than any other man’s balls could have survived. But Matthew knew that even HIS balls had their limit, and that in the not too distant future he would be sporting two huge, cold, dead, lifeless husks in his strangled nutsac…

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Tim startled himself awake, having dozed off at his computer desk. He had been working furiously though the night to try to track the website that was live streaming Matthew Clarke’s unmanning, but sheer exhaustion had finally taken over and he’d fallen asleep upright in his chair. He must have been out for several hours, too, for his clock now read well past noon. 

His television still blared in the background, national news providing continuous coverage of the desperate manhunt for the legendary Olympian’s location, hoping against hope that the police or FBI could track him down before every last vestige of his mighty manhood was lost. But so far, no one had any leads as to the young man’s location, and time appeared to be running out for the handsome muscle man, for while his ultimate castration was still nearly 18 hours away, his big balls appeared to be already past saving. 

Tim listened to the news reports even as he gazed at the technicolor horror playing out across his various computer monitors. Matthew seemed to be barely conscious at this point, only the rise and fall of his mighty chest — and the continued rock hardness of his purple, distended, vein-gnarled cock — providing proof that the handsome titan of muscle was still alive. Or at least MOST of him still appeared to be alive, for his gigantic testicles looked like they were already well and truly dead. 

The twin spheres hanging impossibly low beneath Matthew’s chiseled and muscular crotch didn’t even look like anything remotely human anymore. They had swollen from their original size as the largest of grapefruit to something truly monstrous and obscene, having more than tripled their mass and size to approach the size of basketballs!! Such swelling and growth just wasn’t even possible!! They were sagging even lower than ever, no doubt from their new tremendous weight, and looked to be a good 8 inches from the young man’s crotch at this point! But while the insane amount of swelling was deeply disturbing and no doubt extremely dangerous, it was their color that was truly horrifying. The entire huge double-barreled sphere of man meat beneath the constricting green band was a solid purplish-brown so deep and so dark as to be nearly black. Matthew’s bull balls even looked cold, devoid of even a spark of life. Young Tim was oblivious to the tears streaming down both of his checks, his heart breaking to see his friend and secret love being tortured and mutilated in such a cruel fashion. 

Even as Tim watched, the heartless extraction machine began yet another cycle. Matthew stirred from his nearly unconscious stupor, weakly struggling against his thick metal bonds as his magnificent body was raped once again. He slowly writhed and bucked his hips in response to the plundering of his well-used ass, moaning piteously as his body was forced closer and closer to orgasm. Matt’s titanic cock appeared mindless to the death of his massive testicles, for it continued to throb and pulse with a power and vigor unmatched by mortal men, making it look for all the world that Matthew was ENJOYING having his huge testicles taken from him. Matt’s soft, perfect lips parted in an almost silent groan as he hit his mark for the one-hundred-somethingth time, his towering pillar of a cock violently convulsing in a mighty but impotent attempt to pump anything from his strangled bollocks. But not even a single sperm could escape the prison that was Matthew’s cold, dead balls. 

Tim sobbed in despair, and just stared at the screen, watching the slaughter of his best friend’s manhood through a shimmering veil of his own tears… 

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The fading light outside the barn doorway and the steadily dropping temperature told Matthew that the sun had already set, and that his big balls had been completely strangled for more than 12 hours now. The young muscle giant was nearly delirious with exhaustion, but the great throbbing agony in his balls had long since faded to the dullest of aches, a mere phantom of the earlier agony. That near lack of pain more than anything else let Matthew know that his gigantic gonads must be close to completely dead by now, reduced to so much worthless meat. 

He had somehow gotten through the most recent extraction cycle, and his body was collapsing from the ungodly intensity of it. It seemed each session was worse than the one before, both more painful and yet even more mind-blowingly orgasmic. Though the horrific pain in his nuts had all but disappeared, he was hurting from so many other places now that he just wished he’d died. But once again, his magnificent, gym-hardened body was simply too tough, too strong, too damnably resilient to perish. 

Suddenly, he couldn’t hold it any longer, and he realized his bladder was emptying itself, the urine flowing out of his terminally erect penis like some sort of pornographic water fountain. The bulk of the flow arched several feet up into the air to splash wetly and messily into the thick cum and mud puddle beneath him, but a substantial portion of his piss flowed down the extraordinary length of his monumentally bloated cock in thick rivers, to then pour down the tremendous length of his sagging scrotum to run over his cold, dead balls, the heat of his urine giving the dark, bloated lumps a false semblance of warmth and life. 

Strangely, impossibly, Matthew still felt horny, perhaps even hornier than he’d felt since the whole punishment process had begun. He figured it must have been the strange cocktail of chemicals and hormones that they’d been pumping into his balls for the past day and a half, plus the big, relentless dildo quivering and zapping his prostate every 15 minutes, but he was still amazed that he could feel ANY sort of sexual urges at this point. After all, with his big, beautiful balls now assuredly dead, and his battered and swollen prostate not far from being hammered into permanent uselessness, it seemed like any possibility for sexual arousal should be dead and gone as well. Big Matt knew that these were likely his last moments to experience any sort of sexual release, however, so he tried to experience as much pleasure as he could, despite the overwhelming pain. He mourned for the thousandth time since his capture that he was doomed to forever remain a virgin, having never experienced the pleasure of laying with another human being. 

As the next extraction cycle began and his poor prostate was once again being shocked and prodded into action, an exhausted Matthew felt the now-too-familiar feelings of a fresh orgasm beginning to build in his tortured loins. Each of Matthew’s orgasms over the past six or seven hours had been more violent, more powerful, more desperate than the last, as if his ever-randy penis knew that its status as a prime, oversized alpha male cock was soon coming to a cruel and ignoble end, and it was determined to somehow release one last magnificent deluge of sperm before it fell limp forever. But with his balls now deceased and his vast reservoir of cooling spunk slowly dying on the vine, Matthew knew that his days of cumming like a firehose were already over. 

Matthew’s cock refused to be convinced of that fact, however, and continued to pulse and throb to the mighty beat of the young man’s muscular heart as his arousal reached higher and higher levels than ever before. Young Matt was now continuously groaning and moaning in a wild mixture of both pleasure and pain as he hurtled toward the point of no return. He thought he might pass out from the intensity of the sensations flooding his loins, but he held on, forced to ride the waves of erotic agony surging through his hideously abused genitals. 

His orgasm hit him like a freight train square in the nuts, and Matthew screamed in agonized release. Every muscle in his cock and crotch began to flex and convulse more powerfully than ever before, and the handsome young muscle man was convinced that had his huge nuts not already been crimped off by the evil green band, then the force of his ejaculation might have actually caused him to jettison his own titanic testicles out through his madly quivering cock! As it was, the extreme sensations pulsing through his magnificent and massively muscular body caused Matthew to buck and writhe within his restraints like never before. Even Matthew’s dark and dead bollocks were powerfully and violently contracting, giving them a macabre semblance of their former life and vitality, the grossly distended and bloated orbs quivering and shivering so wildly that they looked like they were about to explode. 

And that’s when it happened. 

A loud, sharp cracking sound could be heard, and Matthew Clarke screamed in inhuman agony, every colossally built muscle in his phenomenal body flexing to its maximum size all at once as the most insane, extreme pain slammed into the young man’s tortured groin. Most people viewing the live feed at that moment thought that something in the young muscle man’s plumbing must have finally burst — perhaps his ridiculously bloated cock had split open, or his bruised and battered prostate had cracked under the relentless assault. Or perhaps his gargantuan gonads, swollen to more than three times their normal size with IV fluids and too-long-held spunk and slowly choked to death by the ‘lazy bander’, had finally succumbed to the terrific internal pressures and had burst open like a pair of mammoth eggs, spilling their contents into their bloated scrotum. But in truth, none of these things had happened. 

Later review of the live feed footage would show that the dark green band of hardened rubber encircling the neck of Matthew’s sagging scrotum had snapped into nearly a dozen broken pieces. The mighty convulsions of Matt’s mammoth testicles were so forceful, the sheer volume of spunk trapped inside of those swollen orbs so unbelievably massive, that the pressure proved too much for the tough elastic band to take. The death throes of Matthew’s goliath gonads were so violent and powerful that they shattered the green band, an unprecedented action in the long history of banding that even the biggest of Brahma bulls had never accomplished. 

Matthew’s bellowing cry of unimaginable agony was from the sensation of fresh blood and desperately needed oxygen suddenly rushing into the very, very nearly starved and deceased tissues of his colossal cajones. The nearly dead nerves inside of his mammoth balls suddenly flared to life, screaming out in agony as the old blood was flushed out of them and life-giving oxygen once more flooded their interiors. 

A bare second or two later, Matthew’s agony increased ten fold as the vast storehouse of thick, thick spunk packed inside of his impossibly bulky and bloated balls tried to pump itself out all at once through his wildly throbbing horse cock. Matthew thought his entire crotch would split open and explode under the insane pressure, and in truth it very nearly did, as literally gallons of smegma tried to evacuate his suddenly freed testicles all at once. 

The young man’s devastatingly handsome head fell back limply on his huge, bullish neck as the mighty hunk nearly passed out from orgasmic agony. The rest of his body, however, was throbbing and bucking violently in time to his pulsating penis, as a veritable torrent of spunk began to spray out of his cannon of a cock with super human force. The unimaginably lush, pulsating river of cum was thicker than one of Matthew’s own thick and muscular fingers, far larger than the oversized cum channel inside the young man’s nearly foot and a half long cock, and the sheer size of the cum stream threatened to split the young man’s bullish cock wide open from base to tip — but somehow it managed to valiantly hold on, blasting out his spunk with such terrific force that some of his pearlescent spew very nearly cleared the open barn doorway more than 60 feet away! 

What followed was the most massive, most terrible, most glorious testicular purging in human history, blowing away even Matthew’s own stratospheric records achieved throughout his punishment. The deluge of stud jizz lasted for more than six solid minutes, and pumped out an impossible flood of the young man’s thick and chunky cum. Throughout the marathon ejaculation, Matthew’s staggeringly swollen and distended bollocks slowly began to shrink in size, contracting as their impossibly heavy burden was finally being released. The dangerously dark purple color was also steadily being washed out of his beyond-bountiful bollocks, gradually turning to an angry but healthier looking reddish pink. 

By the time that the final convulsions of his epic orgasm were making his mighty body flex and jerk almost spasmodically, mighty Matthew had nearly DOUBLED the volume of splooge that was strewn messily in front of him, damn near flooding the barn with his chunky nut slop. The size of his spuds had reduced dramatically, but they were still far larger than their normal size, looking like a pair of gigantic ostrich eggs. As the last of the old blood was washed away, they humongous orbs returned to very nearly their normal, healthy pink color, only the angry, dark red welt of where the green rubber band had nearly pinched off his balls leaving any real evidence of how close Matthew had come to being permanently emasculated. Somehow, against seemingly impossible odds, Matthew’s behemoth bollocks had endured more than 12 hours of strangulation, and ultimately destroyed the hard elastic band that had been trying to slaughter them!! Matthew’s balls had survived!!! 

But as Matthew collapsed in his restraints, panting heavily like he’d just sprinted ten miles, he knew that his nigh-miraculous reprieve was only temporary. His mighty balls might still be alive, hale and hearty as ever, but he was still trapped within the metal livestock stall, still shackled at neck, wrist, and ankle, and still unable to fight his way free. And his balls, his big, beautiful balls, were still dangling heavy and huge between his monumentally muscular thighs, still in the path of the second solenoid with its cutting wire. And come dawn, that solenoid would activate, heating up the cutting wire and sending it on a path of destruction to slice through the neck of his scrotum and sever his enormous bollocks from his body forever. 

No, Matthew wasn’t safe yet, not by a long shot. In fact, he had just gone from the frying pan into the fire… 

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 2 of 4

Hours have gone by, and Matthew continues to suffer the predations of the Extraction Machine. Meanwhile, his college football teammate, Tim, wakes up to discover that his best friend and secret crush has been abducted and is being erotically tortured on a live online video stream. 

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Banded Olympian Muscle Stud - Part 2

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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It was very late in the evening when a considerably inebriated Tim finally got back to his apartment after celebrating his football team’s championship victory at the local pub. The young college stud decided to log onto his computer and find some good porn, have a good wank, and then go to bed. His big, thick, 10-inch cock was feeling incredibly randy, and his huge lemon-sized balls ached for release, despite the fact that he had already jacked off four times since their football game ended earlier that afternoon. The poor lad couldn’t help it, he was just horny all the damn time, and his football teammate and cherished friend Matthew Clarke was the reason. 

As he began to surf the web, Tim began to fantasize once again about his teammate, Matt. Tim was a junior, one year behind the object of his ultimate desire, and for the past three years, he had had a secret crush on Matt that no one else knew about. Especially not Matt! It was tough for Tim, since he and Matt were also really good friends and hung out together all the time, but Tim was terrified of what would happen if Matt found out about his feelings, so he kept them to himself. 

But all of those hidden, pent up emotions came to a head earlier that very day. 

After their championship game, all the victorious guys headed to the showers, hooting and hollering in excitement, ready to get cleaned up and then go out to celebrate. As always, their star player, Matthew, found some excuse to stay behind and delay his shower. His teammates had long since gotten used to it, knowing that their friend and fellow footballer was shy about the obviously massive size of his junk, and so they said bye to Matt and told him to meet them at the pub. 

Finally, all the other guys had left, or so Matt had thought. 

Unable to contain himself any longer, Tim had decided that he had to finally see Matt’s naked body once and for all. He knew that, with the football season nearly over and Matthew graduating from the university at the end of the school year, this could be Tim’s last chance to catch the colossally huge tank of muscle in the nude. So he hid naked inside one of the oversized lockers that had a view of both Matt’s locker and the shower, and watched through the ventilation slats as the muscle man of his dreams finally walked up to his locker and slowly stripped naked before him. 

Tim’s cock was rock hard before Matthew even began to undress, his heart thundering rapidly in his chest, for even still fully clad in his football gear, the brown-haired, blue-eyed muscle man was by far the handsomest and most phenomenally built man the younger athlete had ever seen. And as Matthew striped off his clothes and his gorgeous, massively muscled body began to be slowly revealed to him, Tim almost shot his load then and there. Matt’s monstrously thick and wide back was facing Tim as he leaned down and finally removed his pants and compression shorts, revealing his big, muscular, tight ass. The sheer size of those two gigantic globes of muscle was staggering, and the fan-shaped striations etched into both cheeks were utterly beautiful. Tim wanted more than anything to grab onto those rock solid glutes with his big hands and bury his face between them. 

Matt then stood back upright with an open-legged stance in front of his locker, and Tim could actually see Matt’s humongous balls hanging down between his colossal thighs. Tim was utterly shocked by the sight, for not only were they hanging down farther than any man’s balls Tim had ever seen before, they were so large that Tim had to blink his eyes in disbelief. Those massive bull nuts had to be at least the size of the largest of grapefruit, or cantaloupes, or maybe even coconuts! No WONDER Matt had hidden his junk from the other guys, for they would no doubt gawk and tease the huge lug, ridiculing him about the mammoth size of his titanic sperm makers. 

Then as a mesmerized Tim watched, Matt turned around, and he got to see the rest of the view for the first time. And this time, Tim DID cum, and without even touching himself; the mere sight of this naked muscle god standing before him was enough to send him right over the edge, especially once he saw the sheer size and mass of Matt’s 10-inch super cock and mighty low hangers. Matt’s flaccid cock was as long as Tim’s was when hard, and far, far thicker!! Tim softly and quietly grunted as a fierce and powerful orgasm tore through his loins. He shot with such great ferocity, and his thick slugs of cum struck the interior door of the metal locker with such force, that Tim feared Matthew would hear them! 

But Matt was already on his way to the showers, and as he turned the water on, Tim’s soft grunts of ecstasy and the wet splatting sounds of his cum pummeling the interior of the locker door were quickly drowned out. Never taking his eyes off of Matt, Tim watched as muscular titan washed his thick, wavy hair, and then began to soap up his magnificently muscular body. Tim longed to be in that shower with Matt, running his hands over Matt’s awesome physique, lathering his great muscular bulk, and otherwise worshipping his devastatingly handsome friend from head to toe. 

As Matt’s hands played over his gorgeous body, Tim noticed that Matt’s cock had begun to noticeably swell. At first it was simply thicker, almost bloated looking, and then it began to increase in length. As it did so, the great rod began to gracefully rise, arching higher and higher as it continued to grow in both length and girth. In a matter of a dozen heartbeats, Matt’s mighty cock had grown to over 16 and a half incredibly thick inches, and it pointed straight upward, jutting proudly from Matt’s lightly hairy crotch. Tim once again couldn’t believe his eyes, and he gasped at the sight of his wildest dreams coming true. 

Matt gripped the base of his enormous balls with one hand, and with the other he began to jack off his mammoth monster cock, slowly stroking its great length from the huge bulbous head, halfway down the shaft, then back to the tip. While he stroked his cock, Matt was gently but firmly squeezing his huge bull nuts, and pulling them even farther from his crotch, extending their dangle from perhaps 4 inches to an awesome 6 inches, maybe even more! Matt moaned softly as he did so, tilting his handsome head back to let the hot water wash over his perfect physique, and clearly enjoying the warm, erotic sensations building in his mighty loins. 

Tim was transfixed by the sight of this stunning god of muscle slowly stroking the largest phallus in creation, privately pleasuring himself when he thought no one was watching. But Tim WAS watching, watching with a fascination and intensity so great that he feared he might pass out. Within minutes, Matthew’s great bulky muscles began to shudder and quiver, the handsome man making deep, sexy grunts and groans as he steadily approached the tipping point. The huge veins looked like they might pop right out of the skin on his fantastically vascular cock as Matthew began to work the shaft furiously, tugging and squeezing on his own massive bollocks with such viciousness that any other man would have instantly crumpled to his knees in testicular agony. But the heavy self abuse just seemed to turn big Matt on even more, and soon it was time for him to shoot. 

Matthew pressed his swollen, bloated, and veiny cock downward, making the powerful cables and tendons at the base of the young man’s colossal cock stand out in deep relief as he aimed the big, purplish head toward one of the shower drains. What followed was the most erotic, the most intensely masculine, the most insanely virile sight Tim had ever seen. Great gouts of supremely thick and chunky seed began to jet out of Matthew’s throbbing horse cock with a power and intensity that was difficult to describe. The young man’s aim was initially off by a bit, and the first few salvos of spunk exploded against the wet tiles near the floor drain, splattering messily across the slick ceramic like some sort of sperm shrapnel. Matt quickly adjusted his aim, however, and the next lush pulses of man cream collided smack into the metal grate itself. 

Any single one of those mammoth jets of spume likely contained more rich sperm than Tim could shoot in an entire WEEK, yet Matthew kept right on shooting more and more of the stuff out like it was going out of style. A dozen mighty blasts, then a dozen more, and then another dozen more! It was insane! It was epic! It was positively legendary!! 

Tim’s own knees buckled as a second, unaided orgasm rocked his own loins, somewhere in the middle of Matthew’s own mighty testicular purge. The young man’s eye’s crossed, and it felt like his convulsing balls were going to turn themselves inside out, paying their own comparatively paltry but heart felt homage to the colossal cum load he was watching get dumped in the nearby shower. 

Matthew was pumping out so much cum so fast — and it was so unnaturally thick and gloopy — that the young muscle titan actually succeeded in clogging the big drain! The handsome hunk didn’t even seem to notice, with his eyes closed and his hands roughly fondling and squeezing his flexing and convulsing loins. A sizable mound of chunky spunk began to form on top of the clogged drain, causing a pool of shower water to start to form around it, and in the back of Tim’s mind, the young athlete wondered if Matt was about to flood the entire locker room! But the big bull of a man eventually noticed the clogged drain, and he swiped one big, muscular foot through the huge mound of chunky nut slop, clearing away enough of the pearlescent sludge for the drain to start working again. With a loud and sloppy sucking sound, the water began to drain down the hole again, slowly taking more and more of the slippery, sticky semen with it. 

Tim lost all sense of time, and may even have passed out for a moment or two, but when all was said and done and Matthew’s super human orgasm finally came to a shuddering end, the young man estimated that the titanic ejaculation must have lasted at least a full minute, and maybe even two! Matthew, for his part, looked supremely contented, and kept on stroking his slowly softening penis as small aftershocks of pleasure made his gigantic muscles bulge and flex and jiggle. 

Tim knew he would never forget what he’d just seen for the rest of his natural life. 

Matthew eventually got out of the shower, toweled off, and got dressed, putting on several layers of compression shorts before donning his typical blue jeans, t-shirt, and university sweat shirt, and then left the locker room to meet the other guys at the pub to celebrate. Tim remained hidden in the locker for some time afterward, furiously jerking his terminally turgid meat pole and squeezing out two more powerful, violent loads. By the time he was done and his raging boner would finally go down, the entire interior surface of the locker door was awash with fresh stud cum, and the whole locker positively reeked of sex. 

Tim belatedly felt sorry for the mess he’d made, as it wasn’t even his locker. The young man finally exited the sperm-drenched locker, closing the door behind him, and then took a quick shower himself before dressing and joining Matthew and his other celebrating teammates at the pub. 

The rest of the evening was delicious, bittersweet torture for the love-sick Tim, for an ecstatic and celebrating Matt kept draping one of his gargantuan, muscular arms over Tim’s shoulders and pulling him up tight against his magnificent body, where the young man could feel those mammoth muscles bulging and flexing even through the baggy sweat shirt, the great heat of Matthew’s enormous body making Tim go almost weak in the knees. A happy Matt even kissed Tim on top of his head a couple of times, expressing his manly love for his best friend. Big Matthew was more than a little bit buzzed — hell, they ALL were — and so Tim took the opportunity to surreptitiously feel up his massive buddy as much as he dared. His hands stroked Matt’s muscular and deeply chiseled flanks, rubbed across the magnificent washboard of Matt’s cobblestone abdominal muscles, grabbed big handfuls of rock solid ass, and even made a game of weighing Matt’s unbelievably huge, protuberant pecs, gripping his enormous and densely-muscled deltoids, and trying to encircle the man’s behemoth upper arms with his hands. All the other guys laughed and took part in the game as well, with Matthew good-naturedly letting them have their fun, and even flexing his gigantic guns for them as they all tried (and failed) to even slightly dent the mountainous peaks of his incredible biceps. 

All of that groping and touching and fondling finally got Tim so hot and horny that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, where he stroked his once again raging hard on until he shot a surprisingly sizable load into the toilet. The alcohol in his system dulled his senses, though, so it took Tim longer than usual to blow his load. And by the time he rejoined his friends and teammates at the bar, Tim learned that a buzzed Matthew had finally excused himself and gone home earlier than the rest of them. Tim was disappointed and crestfallen that his big buddy had already gone home, and so he didn’t stay much longer himself, leaving just a little while later to go back to his own place. 

The young man would never know that he narrowly missed witnessing his best friend’s abduction, or the fact that the getaway car with his titanic teammate trussed up in the trunk drove right by him as he walked home. 

Instead, Tim got home late that evening, jerked off another three times dreaming and fantasizing about his massively muscular and heroically endowed friend, and fell asleep…

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TIME LEFT IN PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL:  46:02:39

Matthew Clarke could clearly see the countdown clock attached to one of the barn’s support beams, and he knew that another extraction cycle was imminent. He had already been forced to orgasm seven times, and he knew that his eighth one would be happening soon. The proof of all of those previous loads was sprayed out in an enormous messy snail trail in front of him, a wide swath of chunky white splooge spattered all over the hay-strewn dirt floor for a good 30 or 35 feet, extending more than halfway to the open barn doors. That tantalizingly close opening that meant escape, that meant surviving this ordeal with his big, beautiful bull nuts still intact. 

But the herculean muscle man was still firmly shackled in place, unable to even turn his head, let alone free any of his massively muscular limbs from their steel bondage. The open doors were just a final cruel taunt from his abductors, showing him the path to freedom, so close yet so unobtainable. Instead, young Matt would be forced to feel his huge nuts get slowly choked to death, and then sliced off his body like so much useless meat, before the manacles would release their iron grip and let the freshly castrated young steer stumble away in defeat. 

Truth be told, though, the whole ordeal would have been intensely pleasurable thus far, had Matthew not been scared out of his wits. Every 15 minutes, that large chrome dildo shoved deep into Matt’s previously virgin ass would rev up again, sending bolts of intense pleasure into the young man’s overjuiced prostate. The big muscle bull didn’t know that such pleasure was even possible, and he was helpless to stop the raping of his lush loins as the rhythmic jack hammering and electronic stimulation of his semen-swollen prostate would send him into toe-curling orgasm. 

Matt was fantastically virile, for his King Kong sized testicles were not merely for show, but even his colossal cum loads usually diminished in size after the third or fourth ejaculation in an evening. But to the young man’s astonishment, each of his seven mammoth cum loads had been just as voluminous and powerful as the one before, and he realized that that must have been due to the small IVs placed on either side of his gigantic nut sac, feeding a flood of nutrients and growth hormones directly into the blood vessels powering those titanic sperm factories. That flood of fluids was helping Matt’s nuts to whip up fresh batches of spunk at a vastly accelerated rate, and the young man’s behemoth balls felt even heavier and more full than normal. 

The young man could also feel that the dark green band secured around the neck of his scrotum, trapping his big bull balls in the very bottom of their sac, had ever so slowly cinched further closed with each new orgasm, ratcheting smaller by tiny but perceptible increments after each titanic testicle purge. The constriction was already starting to get uncomfortable, and the terrified young man knew he still had 46 hours to go of this torture. Clearly that rubber tubing would start completely strangling his bollocks LONG before the punishment was over. The question was when would that be, and how long his huge nuts could survive being cut off from their customary blood and oxygen supply. 

The clock hit 46:00:00, and the huge dildo buried deep in his guts switched on once again. Matt knew that he had no hope of holding back his monstrous orgasm, but he fought it nonetheless, trying to tamp down on the incredibly erotic sensations steadily building in his loins, the insistent throbbing of his huge, traitorous cock, and the pulsing, aching need growing inside of his trapped and banded balls. But as had happened seven times before, Matthew learned once more that he could hold back his burgeoning cum load no more than he could hold back the tides. Within minutes, he was involuntarily grunting and bucking his deeply chiseled, muscular hips, fucking himself even deeper onto the invading metal dildo, the next massive load building inside of him. 

Great bellows and erotic grunts of ecstasy accompanied Matt’s latest orgasm, as positively humongous ropes and streamers of jizz vomited forth from the young man’s gargantuan 16.5 inch long horse cock. Huge slugs of white hot man magma splattered all over the already cum-drenched floor, adding to the vast sticky mess already collected there as his cum-bloated bull nuts once again clenched and convulsed and pumped a deluge of fresh stud seed through his throbbing loins. 

Matt’s eighth load raged on and on, and for the first time, the young man felt a deep, aching pain accompany the intense pleasure. Never had he shot so much cum so many times in such a short span of hours, and his overworked bull balls began to throb and ache as they were forced to work overtime. Even as he kept pumping out his monstrous load, Matt worried that this was just the beginning of the terrible pain yet to come… 

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A groggy Tim woke up some time later, hearing the buzzing of his cell phone on vibrate. Who could be calling him at such an ungodly hour?! The young man opened one slightly bloodshot eye to look at the time, and it was already past 11 AM. Shit, he’d really overslept! 

Tim groped for the phone and took the call. “Hello…?” he croaked. 

“Tim!! What the fuck, man! I’ve been trying to reach you for HOURS!” shouted a very excited and anxious-sounding Evan, another one of his football teammates. 

“Dude, sorry; I tied a few too many on last night and am just waking up. What’s up? Is there something wrong?” 

“Holy shit, YEAH, there’s something wrong!” Evan replied, panic making his deep voice crack. “Matt’s been kidnapped!! It’s all over the news! Some sick fucks have tied him up somewhere and are torturing him!” 

“Fuck!!” was all that Tim could say in response, the final cobwebs of sleep getting quickly swept from his mind as he shot up in bed like a rocket. “Oh my god!! Are the police looking for him!? The FBI!?” 

“Yeah, there’s a massive manhunt going on, but no one even knows where to start! Dude, it’s terrifying, man! We’ve got to DO something!” 

Tim fumbled with his remote and turned on his TV, switching to the news, where indeed the top story was the abduction and live stream torture of the handsome young Olympian muscle man. “I… I gotta go, Evan.” 

“Okay, man. Just keep in touch. I texted you a link. The sick fucks are torturing Matt live on the internet!” 

“Thanks man,” Tim said in absentminded shock, his focus already on the news playing on his TV. He leapt out of bed, stark naked, and rushed over to his computer, switching it on as he looked for Evan’s text. He copied the link onto his internet server, and a live stream video feed appeared on his large screen. 

Tim was so stunned by what he saw that he at first could make no sense of it. The center frame of the screen showed an enormous naked man shackled spread-eagled inside some large, metal stall, almost like a horse’s stall. The young man would have known that titanically muscular physique anywhere — it was his best friend and secret crush, Matthew! The huge hunk looked like he was in great distress, for worry and fear were stamped across his achingly handsome features, and sweat drenched his entire, monumentally muscular body. His massive cock — all 16 and a half glorious, titanic inches of it — was rock hard and facing directly toward the camera, gently bobbing and bouncing in time to the captive hunk’s steady heart beat. Almost the entire cock was coated in a glistening film of the stud’s copious seed, and even more of the stuff slowly drooled out of the large gaping slit at the tip of his bulbous cock head. 

Beneath Matt’s mammoth cock and hanging impossibly low were the young man’s gargantuan gonads. But these weren’t the same healthy pink orbs Tim had seen in the showers only yesterday. No, there appeared to be something terribly wrong with them! There was a tiny dark green band of some kind cinched around the base of his huge balls, and the orbs themselves appeared to be somewhat swollen, and had turned a color that was bright red and intense. 

‘My God!’ Tim thought. ‘He’s literally being banded! Slowly castrated right before my very eyes!’ From the color of Matt’s huge balls, Tim could tell that he had already been there a while. No wonder his achingly handsome face looked like it was flushed with pain! Tim’s heart was pounding in his chest at the sight, and his breathing had intensified as he found himself strangely excited to a depth he did not fully understand. 

On either side of Tim’s computer screen were much smaller video frames, each showing the captive Olympian muscle bull from many different angles, with close ups of his face, his balls, his cock, and even his ass. Tim clicked on the frame of Matt’s massive, deeply chiseled ass, and that frame suddenly took over the center of his screen. He could now clearly see the tail end of a thick chrome dildo that had been inserted into Matt’s glorious ass almost to the hilt, impaling and raping the statuesque muscle god on a huge metal cock! 

Tim rapidly explored the other viewpoints and angles in quick succession, trying to get some sense of where Matt was, and just getting a vague impression of some kind of barn or other similar structure — the kind that dotted the rural landscape all over the Midwest! 

The last frame Tim clicked on was a closeup view of Matthew’s goliath gonads, the most amazing and enormous and beautiful set of testicles the young man had ever seen. Tim could now clearly see that the green band was indeed constricting the neck of Matt’s meat-heavy scrotum, slowly choking his burly balls. He could also see four slender metal prongs extending into the green band, no doubt controlling the amount of compression and constriction. There looked to be a fair amount of room left inside the green band, but not a lot, as it was already tighter than the thickness of the scrotal neck itself. 

A horrified Tim also saw the pair of IVs stuck inside two of the big veins coursing over the young man’s massive bollocks. He had no idea what the IVs were for, but he knew that none of it could be good! 

Tim zoomed back out to the main view just in time to see the time at the bottom of the screen reach 43:00:00, and the following words appeared at the bottom of the screen: 

Semen Extraction Protocol Initiated 

A loud, pained moan escaped Matt’s beautifully parted lips as his whole muscular bulk began to writhe and gently buck within his restraints. Something was happening to the young he-man to elicit such a response, and Tim suspected that it was the huge dildo shoved up his heroically muscular shit chute. 

A low humming sound began, and the words at the base of the screen now said:

Electrical Prostate Stimulation Activated

There was a sharp, rhythmic snapping sound, almost like electrical sparking or zapping, and Matthew’s beautiful blue eyes flew open wide in fear and panic as his whole huge muscular bulk gave a mighty flex and contraction. The young bull suddenly began grunting loudly as he began to thrust wildly within the constraints of his bonds, his slender and gorgeously muscular hips thrusting and bucking, impaling himself even harder on the invading dildo as his unbelievably massive, throbbing, bloated cock looked like it was fucking thin air. The unbearably handsome hunk looked desperate to fuck something, anything, as the anal invader pummeled and shocked his screaming prostate. 

Matthew was struggling like there was no tomorrow, his monumentally massive muscles bulging and flexing into even more magnificent size as he bucked and writhed in intense pleasure and pain, the line in between obviously blurred as the machine prepared to rape the young man’s supremely virile loins. His grunting and braying and bellowing was becoming louder and more urgent as the flow of milky precum suddenly increased from his swollen and distended-looking penis. 

Under the countdown clock, lines of text kept appearing, explaining everything that was happening as it was taking place. Tim watched, both fascinated and sickened, as the heroically muscular man bound within the metal stall struggled like a trapped animal, thrusting his hips like some raging bull in heat. 

Imminent Orgasm Detected

Matthew was bellowing continuously now, a howl of terrible agony, as he began thrashing so hard Tim feared he would tear himself apart. His muscular hips were really slamming into the machine now, bucking hard and fast, almost like they were being driven by a pile driver instead of a human being. The entire metal stall creaked and shifted a little with the force and intensity of his rocking motions. Matt gave a final forward thrust, his gargantuan muscles literally quivering they were flexing so hard, and he finally hit his nut. 

Ejaculation Commencing

Tim had seen the massively muscular heartthrob blow his cookies just the afternoon before, and it was the most intense, incredible, awe-inspiring sight he had seen in his life. That colossal cum load now paled in comparison to the violent torrent of sperm that now rocketed out of Matt’s wildly throbbing and bouncing horse cock. 

The many lights caught the first massive rope as it shot into the air, making the thick, creamy white gout of stud splooge glisten as it traced a huge and graceful arc before splashing onto the muddy, hay-strewn floor. That single wad of cum looked like it was a good 7 or 8 feet long, and it shot forth with such incredible force that it painted a thick white stripe extending nearly all the way to the open barn doors. Tim couldn’t even BEGIN to imagine the strength required for a man’s ejaculatory muscles to propel his seed so impossibly far!! 

But that monumental slug of cum was just the first in a very, very long line of lush seminal pulses that then shot out of Matt’s thundering horse cock, pounding out truly super human quantities of top Olympian-quality stud seed. And it was then that Tim realized that the earthen floor of the barn was dry hay and hard-packed dirt everywhere except within a wide swath extending directly in front of the bound muscle man, and that the only reason the earth in front of the handsome hunk was so wet and muddy was because it was ALREADY covered in a thick coating of the young man’s hyper abundant semen! Clearly, Matthew had already been at this task for a good long while, for it looked like there were literally GALLONS of the chunky, funky stuff pooling and cooling on the uncaring ground! 

Matthew Clarke was a BEAST of sex in every sense of the term!! 

The monumental seminal discharge lasted a good two or three entire minutes before it finally shuddered to a stop. Matthew finally stopped his frenzied bucking, collapsing limply within his restraints and panting to regain his breath. The text at the bottom of the screen read. 

Semen Extraction Completed

Subject Entering Refractory Period

Testicular Constriction Banding Retraction Sequence Initiated

Matthew moaned anew, flexing mightily against his restraints as he tried to jerk his unbelievably massive thighs inward, as if he was trying to protect his balls. The machine beneath the young man’s massive nuts began to hum, and Tim could see the prong arms contract ever so slightly, reducing the stretch on the dark green band and allowing the little rubber tourniquet to constrict just a little bit harder, strangling the narrow scrotal neck just a little bit more. Matt made a loud grunting noise, and Tim could see the humongous orbs immediately turn a slightly darker shade of red, the tortured map of twisting veins protruding all over those massive orbs swelling even bigger and angrier as just a little bit more of their blood supply was choked off. 

Testicular Constriction Banding Retraction Sequence Completed

Tim heard a rhythmic thumping sound coming from inside his own bedroom, and he quickly looked around for the source of the sound. He was amazed to discover that his 10-inch cock was harder than a rock, and was throbbing so hard that it was pounding out a beefy staccato beat as it repeatedly struck the underside of the computer desk. The young man was disturbed by how turned on he’d become at the sight of his best friend being raped and slowly castrated on a live streaming video, but he quickly shook himself out of his shocked state and went into action. 

Tim belatedly hit record on his computer screen, wanting to record and archive every little bit of information that was coming in on the live stream feed, hoping to find some clue of Matthew’s hidden location. He then powered up a pair of laptop computers that had been sitting on the edge of his desk, and began madly typing away on both of them. Tim was a computer sciences major at the university, and he knew a thing or two about computer hacking. He started delving into the code behind the live stream website, hoping that he’d be able to break in and track down Matt’s location. 

Before the mighty muscle stud’s behemoth bollocks were cruelly choked to death. 

To be continued… 

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