Mighty Thor and the Virility Stones - Part 3

 Mighty Thor and the Virility Stones - Part 3

An original story by Jayse

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And thus was Thor thrust into a world of unending pain and inhuman suffering, experiencing levels of agony that most beings couldn’t even dream of. Day after day went by uncounted, as Thor very quickly lost track of how many times his prized balls, the most precious family jewels in all of Asgard, were wrecked, ruined, and destroyed over and over and over again. His poor, beleaguered nuts were obliterated at least a dozen or more times each and every day, with Thanos eagerly inventing more and more creative and painful ways to snuff out the demigod’s magnificent manhood. 

The God of Thunder also quickly lost track of how many times he was forced to purge the white liquid gold from his mighty loins, pumping out load after colossal load even as his massive nuts were reduced to useless hamburger. The entire chamber was soon reeking of Thor’s pungent and heady sex, and great puddles of the stuff formed on the cold stone floor, but no one made much of an effort to clean it away. In fact, if it wasn’t for the multiple drains imbedded in the stone floor, the chamber itself would have had a thin layer of chunky splooge an inch or two thick coating the entire floor, such was the incredible volume of prime super hero spunk that had already been forced from Thor’s much-suffering bollocks. 

The various methods Thanos used to test and torture Thor’s balls were as insanely brutal as they were extraordinarily cruel. Thanos wanted to temper the demigod’s mammoth testicles into the strongest, toughest, most resilient pair of gonads imaginable, and that meant using and abusing them in every way possible. 

Pounding and Clubbing

The majority of the torture methods were straightforward, just multiple variations on blunt force trauma, punching, pounding, and pummeling Thor’s almighty bollocks to their very limits and beyond. Thanos would frequently just squeeze Thor’s bulging balls down to the very bottom of their sac and pummel the literal stuffing out of them, or use the demigod’s golden-haired nutsac as some sort of overloaded and densely fleshy speed bag, raining blow after blow after blow onto them until they simply popped. Thanos never ceased to tire of using his own gargantuan, bony-knuckled fists to endlessly pound and hammer Thor’s nuts to oblivion. 

Other times, Thanos would use some other instrument, like a leather-clad paddle, a steel pipe, an oversized sledgehammer, or some other heavy, blunt object, to inflict terrific damage onto the muscle man’s godly stones. Thanos also enjoyed dropping heavier and heavier weights from a height onto Thor’s trapped and defenseless balls, watching them pancake flatter and flatter until they finally burst within their sac. 

Crushing and Squeezing

Thanos also greatly enjoyed crushing and squeezing Thor’s great bull nuts. He’d most frequently use his own hands to accomplish this tasks, crushing the blond man’s nuts in his massive fists or grinding them against some unforgiving surface with his thick knuckles. Sometimes he’d even use another part of his body, such as when he would isolate one bloated bollock at a time and place it in the crook of his elbow, and then bend his forearm so that Thor’s straining nut was trapped. Then he would start flexing his gargantuan bicep muscles, crushing the valiantly resisting ball harder and harder until it eventually burst. Thanos would almost as frequently use other items to help him in this task, however, such as various vises, hydraulic presses, or just placing heavier and heavier weights atop the double mound of big and beefy balls until they broke. 

But one of Thanos’ favorite crushing methods involved pitting the two titanic testes against one another, such as by gripping them in both of his massive hands and slowly grinding them harder and harder against each other, feeling the two distorting orbs battle against each other for supremacy. Eventually, one or the other great orb (or sometimes both!) would shatter inside Thor’s nutsac in an explosion of burst nut guts. Thanos kept track of which ball (if any) survived such tortures longer than its brother, hoping for a hint as to which orb would prove the strongest and be worthy to be used as a Virility Stone, but both great balls seemed thus far equally matched. 

On another memorable occasion, Thanos placed Thor’s mighty nuts on a raised pedestal, and then started stacking heavier and heavier weights atop the bulging balls. It took a truly impressive amount of weight to even start flattening the big bruisers, and even more weight before they were getting crushed and were struggling to maintain their structural integrity. Eventually, however, as always happened, the ultimate limit of Thor’s balls’ extraordinary endurance was reached, and they were both messily and noisily squashed like bugs beneath the heavy weights, causing the handsome golden-haired Thor to howl in unbearable agony. 

But this time, instead of removing the weights, a cruelly grinning Thanos used his gauntlet to start rebuilding Thor’s balls…while they were still being utterly crushed beneath the weights!! 

What followed was one of the most gruesome of Thanos’ experiments to date. Thor’s broken balls heroically tried to reform themselves while being simultaneously flattened beneath the immense weight. A continuous cacophony of squelching and squishing sounds emanated from beneath the weight stack, chunks of nut meat shattering as soon as they were formed, and Thor’s agonized shrieks were deafening. Minute after minute after minute slowly ticked by, each one an eternity of hell for Thor, but cruel Thanos refused to relent. Thick slugs of pinkish-gray goo oozed constantly from beneath the weights, dripping heavily and wetly to the floor, where they formed an ever-growing pile of liquified nut guts. And STILL Thanos would not relent, even as buckets and buckets full of pulverized procreative material accumulated on the stone floor. 

But Thanos knew what he was doing. He knew that with each passing moment, with each attempt to rebuild themselves, Thor’s nuts were growing stronger and stronger. Thus it was that, some 15 minutes after Thor’s nuts had spectacularly collapsed, the entire stack of weights began to quiver slightly. And then slightly more. And then slightly more, rocking back and forth in various directions as chunks of nut meat reformed and were actually strong enough to survive for a second or two before bursting again. It took another 5 minutes or so before the entire platform of weights began to ever so slowly and ponderous rise upward, being lifted by Thor’s steadily strengthening balls! 

In the end, it took nearly half an hour, but Thor’s mighty bollocks finally grew so incredibly strong that they could once again support the tremendous weight above them. They were still squashed to a mere fraction of their normal girth and were in deep and terrible agony, but they held, proving that they were now stronger than the weight stacked on top of them. Thanos watched with rapt attention as Thor’s mighty balls continued to grow stronger still, very slowly lifting the weights higher and higher, until they were only slightly more than halfway flattened, where they stabilized and seemed capable of supporting the enormous stack of weights indefinitely. Thanos smiled and clapped his massive hands in approval, congratulating Thor on his extraordinary accomplishment. Then, without warning, Thanos instantly doubled the immense amount of weight bearing down on Thor’s nuts, instantly obliterating the recently rebuilt balls once more in a spectacular burst of broken bollocks. 

Energy. Vacuum, and Pressure

Still other methods included subjecting Thor’s mega nuts to various forms of energy and other stresses. Extremes of heat and cold were used on Thor’s huge, heaving nuts, as was electricity and even sound waves. Thor’s nuts were cooked until they were reduced to blackened charcoal briquets, frozen clear through so that they shattered under a single sharp impact, electrocuted until they messily exploded, and exposed to such high frequency sounds that they shook and shuddered and ripped themselves apart in a gory spray of nut guts and raw sperm. 

In a particularly cruel and messy torture, Thanos placed both of Thor’s humongous nuts inside of a very large clear globe, several orders of magnitude larger than the massive nutsac itself, and then gradually sucked the air out of it, subjecting the demigod’s struggling nuts to stronger and stronger forms of vacuum. Thor’s fantastically tough nuts at first resisted any obvious or visible effects, but as the strength of the vacuum got stronger and stronger, the demigod’s enormous nuts slowly swelled larger and larger as they were forced to occupy more and more of the globe’s vacant interior space. They eventually bloated to more than TWICE their normal size and mass, with thick and angry veins protruding all over their distended, ovoid surfaces! Increasing suction and vacuum failed to force Thor’s nuts to grow any larger, for they’d reached their absolute maximum size, but the increased strain was placing ever growing pressure on the extraordinarily tough interior structures of the valiantly struggling man orbs. Eventually, however, they could take no more, and both beyond-bloated testicles finally, simultaneously, and spectacularly burst, coating the entire interior of the globe with the gross innards of the stud’s shattered nuts. 

The opposite method of testicular destruction was used as well. Thor’s mammoth balls were roughly forced into a clear sphere barely large enough to contain them, and Thanos then used the Infinity Gauntlet to gradually and very slowly shrink the size of the sphere. Thor’s huge bollocks were forced to collapse upon themselves, growing more and more dense as they simultaneously pressed harder and harder against each other. Thanos cruelly grinned as he watched the two titanic orbs battle each other for the gradually diminishing space. Eventually, inevitably, one testicle would be triumphant over the other, and the loser would crack and burst. And with no other valve to relieve the building pressure, Thor’s broken nut guts were forced out of his mammoth, majestic stallion cock in a grotesque parody of his normal orgasm. A fountain of gore would erupt from his thunderously throbbing donkey dick as thick chunks and streamers of his shattered nut would be powerfully ejected through his internal plumbing, spraying a chuckling Thanos in a hideous shellacking of ruined testicular matter. 

The implosion of one of his great nuts would grant Thor’s surviving bollock a reprieve against the awful crushing pressure… but only temporarily. Thanos would continue to decrease the size of the sphere’s deadly embrace, bearing down on the demigod’s remaining orb as well until it, too, burst and was vomited forth out of the young muscle man’s bloated and distended penis. 

Other Testicular Tortures

Thanos had an almost limitless imagination, and Thor had a pair of the biggest, toughest, and most beautiful nuts he’d ever seen, so the types of tortures and abuses that were heaped upon those long suffering bollocks was virtually endless. 

Choking Thor’s Nuts

In one cruel torture, Thanos placed several crimping devices around the relatively narrow neck of Thor’s dangling scrotum, securing them so tightly that he very nearly pinched off Thor’s strangled testicles then and there. The crimping devices instantly choked off the vital blood supply for the blond-haired muscle bull’s humongous balls, starving them of the blood and nutrients they needed to survive. The behemoth balls quickly turned a dark and angry red, which progressed to a darker and darker purple over time as what little oxygen remained inside Thor’s bollocks was steadily used up. Blinding pain erupted in Thor’s straining balls as they screamed for oxygen, and the resulting agony sent the handsome demigod into an immediate and intense orgasm… only to have his spunk choked off inside of his nuts as well. The thwarted orgasm only added to the stud’s terrible agony, as the backed up sperm caused the internal plumbing of his nuts to bloat and distend. 

While Thor’s mammoth gonads slowly died on the vine, Thanos amused himself by roughly punching and pounding the screaming orbs, not so hard as to outright demolish them, but hard enough to even further magnify the horrible pain pulsing through both great testes. This torture took many hours, for Thor’s balls were incredibly tough and hardy. Any other man’s balls would have been reduced to cold and dead husks in as little as ten minutes, but Thor’s valiant orbs struggled on and on, stubbornly refusing to die. At the same time, the terrible, knee-buckling pain sent Thor into a thwarted and choked off orgasm again and again, each one more painful and intense than the last. The heavy-hanging orbs seemed to swell in their sac, and the normally almost invisible tracery of veins covering both orbs became more and more prominent, the convoluted cables becoming so bloated and distended that they looked like they might just burst through the skin. 

Thor’s balls slowly cooled, steadily losing their heat as their customary blood supply remained choked off. They also kept turning a darker and darker shade of purple, turning almost black, but STILL they refused to die. It wasn’t until hours into the torture that the deep, throbbing ache inside Thor’s cold, dark nuts started to fade, a disturbing sign that the tissues themselves were finally starting to die. Eventually, Thor couldn’t even feel the heavy pounding of Thanos’ enormous, powerful fists into his nearly dead nuts, the thousands of nerve endings packed inside his mammoth balls no longer firing signals to his brain. And STILL the torture continued, until even Thor’s mighty balls couldn’t endure any longer, and they were truly and completely dead. 

On one particularly memorable occasion, Thanos gently cupped both of Thor’s cold and dead balls in his gloved left hand, and then used the Infinity Gauntlet to quickly restore Thor’s balls to vibrant, painful life. Warmth and feeling flooded back into both titanic testes, and their dark color quickly drained away to reveal a healthy and beautiful pink. But Thor’s reprieve lasted but moments, for with his balls still choked off and the old blood within their depths completely depleted of oxygen and nutrients, the mighty orbs immediately began to die once again, cooling and darkening once more as they were strangled to death. Thanos spent the entire day repeating this process, choking Thor’s nuts to death, only to revive them and watch them die once more. More and more sperm backed up into Thor’s screaming and aching loins until, by the end of the day, they were visibly swollen and bloated with too-long-held spunk. Only at the very end of the day was Thor finally allowed to release his pent up load, and the bound and heaving lad came more powerfully than he had ever done in his life, shooting out a truly monumental load that lasted well over five minutes and painted the entire floor in front of him with his prime demigod splooge. 

Sperm Bloating

In a similar experiment, Thanos clamped off just the spermatic cords that drew the sperm out of Thor’s nuts, leaving their blood supply intact. He then used the Infinity Gauntlet to unnaturally accelerate the already ferociously fast rate at which Thor’s mighty nuts produced sperm, forcing them to crank out fresh seed at a dangerously fast pace. The giant purple villain had hit upon one of his cruelest tortures yet, using Thor’s own freakish virility against him. With no means of escape, Thor’s sperm backed up inside his great nuts, causing them to gradually bloat and swell to even more eye-popping dimensions. The massive nuts grew and grew, their ever-increasing internal pressures causing the young blond demigod intense agony. Thor’s cock attempted to pound out an orgasm to no avail, and then reached orgasm again, and then again, and yet again, until his mighty 22-inch mastodon cock was violently pulsating in a nearly continuous orgasm, desperate to relieve the building pressure inside his burgeoning bollocks. The veins covering Thor’s heavy balls were once again bloated and distended as the huge orbs struggled to maintain their structural integrity, even as they continued to busily churn out even MORE fresh baby batter. 

Thor’s balls drooped lower and lower in their stretched out scrotum as their weight increased, sagging as their already enormously heavy mass grew ever larger. And just as with the vacuum torture, Thor’s gargantuan bollocks eventually swelled to TWICE their normal size, bloating larger than a pair of overinflated ovoid footballs, and STILL they endured. The fibrous and incredibly tough outer walls of Thor’s two balls were stretched to their limits, straining heroically to continue to contain the staggering amount of meat and sperm packed within them, but it was clear that they couldn’t hold out much longer. As still MORE spunk kept on churning out of his hyper virile testes, the great nuts themselves refused to grow any larger, their tough outer shells unable to expand any larger without cracking and bursting. The burgeoning balls were now so tremendously heavy that they’d increased his sac’s natural one-inch dangle to a full FIVE inches, where they hung so weighty and bloated that they looked like they might just rip right off of the hero’s straining crotch! 

Minute after minute ticked by with Thor’s mighty bollocks on the razor’s edge of destruction, and still they doggedly held on. Thanos couldn’t believe his violet eyes — Thor’s balls were unspeakably tough, by far the most powerful and resilient that the purple Titan had ever seen, and were growing ever stronger by the day. The brute hungered for the power and raw virility housed inside of those two beyond-bloated balls, and had known few pleasures greater than torturing this most extraordinary and exceptional of men, pushing him to ever greater heights of pain and endurance. 

Suddenly, a series of short, sharp crackling sounds emanated from both of Thor’s failing nuts, a sure sign that their overburdened walls were finally giving way. Both orbs began to quiver and vibrate within their heavy-hanging sac, getting more and more violent as the seconds ticked by. Thor’s ice blue eyes bugged open wide as he felt the final death throes of his massive nuts, and a mighty bellow of pain erupted from his powerful lungs. Then, with a loud and wet bursting sound, both of Thor’s hideously swollen bollocks exploded, their walls instantly and catastrophically failing. The internal pressure within Thor’s colossal nuts was so great that all four walls of the larger chamber were painted with thick slugs of unspent cum and shredded remnants of Thor’s dense and meaty balls. The amount of raw spunk splattered all over the room and its occupants was nothing short of extraordinary, and a stunned and cum-drenched Thanos estimated that there must have been GALLONS of the chunky stuff stored inside EACH of Thor’s insanely swollen testicles! 

It took Thanos’ lackeys a considerable amount of extra time to wash down the walls and floor of the chamber at the end of that day’s tortures…

Cooking and Eating

One of the cruelest tortures of all would be when Thanos would bring in a portable brazier filled with red hot coals, and then slowly cook Thor’s beautiful, bloated genitals like they were on some oversized barbecue grill. But not only were Thor’s cock and balls tremendously tough and resilient — they were also incredibly thick and meaty. It therefore took a very long time for his mammoth manhood to cook clear through, during which time Thanos would amuse himself by basting Thor’s heavy man meat in his own copious juices, the enormous loads of cum periodically erupting from his reddening and blistering loins. The thick, beefy smell of cooking meat was disturbingly delicious, and Thanos and his minions were literally almost drooling by the time they were finished. 

Thanos would periodically take a large, two-pronged skewer and stab somewhere into Thor’s cooking cock or balls, burying the tines to the hilt. As long as Thor continued to scream in agony with each brutal stab, they knew his genitals were still alive and had not yet cooked all the way through. It wasn’t until such stabbing attacks produced no reaction from the bound muscle behemoth (other than a look of disbelieving shock and horror on his devastatingly handsome face) that Thanos knew that their meal was ready. 

In perhaps the cruelest cut of all, Thor was then forced to watch as Thanos and his minions sliced off slabs and chunks of his thoroughly cooked genitals and ate them right in front of the horrified hero. With so much meat in the offing, it was a large and filling meal for all five of the evil villains, even gigantic Cull Obsidian, and it took them quite a while to finish. All the while, they remarked at how delicious ‘Asgardian beef’ was, taunting the emasculated hero until they’d finished consuming every last morsel of his fabled manhood. 

Only to have Thanos regrow all of that meat once again. 

Twisting

Every aspect of Thor’s almighty bollocks were tested and pushed and redlined, including the big blond sac itself, and the many cords and cables connecting the massive man orbs to Thor’s muscular and chiseled crotch. Many stretching, tugging, and yanking experiments were performed on the captive demigod’s defenseless nuts, but one of Thanos’ most ingenious tortures in this vein required no chains and pulleys, no gradually heavier weights, just Thor’s heavy-hanging ballsac and Thanos’ own two massive, powerful hands. 

Thor’s huge nuts naturally hung down only an inch or so, despite their tremendous weight. Thanos gently but firmly grasped both humongous nuts in his massive left fist, and savagely yanked them down to an extraordinary six full inches from his crotch! Thor threw back his handsome head, his blond mane flying, and bellowed in agony, feeling like his big bollocks were about to be ripped from his body. In truth, Thanos had actually managed to stretch Thor’s behemoth balls several inches farther than that in the past before snapping those all important nut cables, and all of his tough-as-steel ball cords remained firmly attached to his crotch, so the howling demigod wasn’t in any danger of being castrated. Not immediately, anyway. 

Thanos then gave Thor’s trapped balls a sharp clockwise turn, twisting the nuts a full 180 degrees. The backside of Thor’s goliath bollocks were now facing forward, and vice versa. After a pause, another sharp twist, and they’d been turned a full rotation, 360 degrees, creating a single twisted loop in Thor’s brutally elongated scrotum. A dull ache emanated from Thor’s balls, but he wasn’t in any actual pain. Yet. 

The cruel Thanos then twisted Thor’s four more times in rapid succession, turning them an extraordinary 1080 degrees or three full rotations! Thor’s stretched out scrotum was starting to resemble a braided rope, for it was twisted upon itself, and the strain on the cables and cords attaching those big balls to Thor’s sweaty and heaving body was intensely painful. At this point, with Thor’s twisted balls tightly locked in the brute’s huge left hand, Thanos began using his free right fist to rhythmically punch and pound the trapped testes. Thanos used a relatively small portion of his nearly limitless strength, using punishing but not ruinous force against Thor’s helpless and defenseless testicles, wanting to merely inflict pain but not serious damage. 

Before long, the bruising abuse to his testicles combined with the aching strain on his ball cords sent Thor into an unwilling but powerful orgasm. His mighty body heaved and he bucked his slender, muscular hips, fucking the air with his monumental 22-inch horse cock, as his man sap rose up from his tortured balls. The thick spunk had to spin its way up Thor’s twisted spermatic tubes, almost like whole milk being sucked through a twisting novelty straw. The rush of his thick fluids through his internal plumbing only increased the strain and subsequent agony in his loins, but Thor nevertheless roared in ecstatic release as his mighty phallus shot off like a volcano, spraying massive slugs of his super potent sperm in all directions. 

Thanos continued lightly pummeling Thor’s huge nuts for a good long while, then would give a sudden half twist to his already stretched out balls, and keep punching them some more, gradually increasing the horrific strain on the various ligaments and cords keeping the demigod’s mighty gonads anchored to his muscular crotch. Thanos eventually doubled the number of brutal twists to a seemingly impossible SIX full rotations, making Thor explosively cum another two times in the process. 

At this point, the strain on Thor’s nuts was extreme. His ball cords were so twisted and stretched that they threatened to snap, and the scrotum itself looked about to tear apart. Thor’s balls didn’t look much better, bulging so enormously at the bottom of his scrotum that they looked ready to burst forth, and turning such a dark and angry red that they bordered on purple. Veins were once again popping out all over their enormous surfaces, and their blood supply was half choked off, making them scream for nourishment. Thor massive nuts were also heavily bruised at this point, having sustained many hundreds of hard-knuckled punches. 

The hammering of fist into fleshy nuts continued unabated, with Thanos keeping Thor’s scrotum painfully twisted to the point of snapping. The steady punching went on and on and on, brutally racking Thor’s huge man eggs over and over again, until Thanos could sense a fourth enormous orgasm starting to build within their tortured depths. Thor bellowed in ecstasy and agony as the fourth orgasm slammed into his loins with the force of a freight train, and his sperm made its arduous and twisted way up his nearly choked off cum tubes. The first ginormous slug of pearlescent nut sludge erupted out of the gaping hole at the tip of Thor’s monstrous cock, followed by a second, and a third, in a now familiar (but never anything less than awe inspiring) testicular purging of epic proportions. 

As Thor continued to cum, Thanos suddenly started viciously and aggressively twisting the screaming demigods bloated nutsac again, and again, now at seven full rotations. Tears immediately started to appear all along the braided length of the blond muscle man’s failing scrotum, and blood began to trickle down its stretched out length. Twist, twist, EIGHT full rotations. Thor’s orgasm was slammed to a halt, as the twisted cords and tubules had choked off the outflow of his insanely copious load, trapping it inside of his screaming testicles. Blood was now pouring down the demigod’s shredding nutsac as more and more tears appeared in his gossamer stretched scrotal skin, and the cords and cables themselves were pushed to the snapping point. Thor’s mighty orgasm raged onward, but now the voluminous and powerful flow of cum had ceased, strangled by the twisting of his scrotum. 

Thanos held the screaming demigod in this position for an achingly long time, watching his entire body convulsively buck and dance in a desperate attempt to relieve the strain on his nuts, even as the incredibly thick cords and cables connecting those same nuts to his spectacular body threatened to fail at any moment. The scene stretched on for an eternity, Thor once again held on that knife edge of castration, his bloated balls aching for release… 

With a rapid series of sudden twists, Thanos quickly emasculated the golden haired muscle god. Various ball cords audibly broke and snapped as they couldn’t take the strain any longer, and raw sperm began to gush in a steady pair of streams from the two spermatic ducts as they snapped as well, pouring a massive amount of thick splooge onto the stone floor. After a full TEN rotations, all but a handful of connecting cables had snapped, and with a short, sharp tug, Thanos made quick work of those final cords, ripping Thor’s titanic testicles from his body. 

As Thor bellowed and sobbed, Thanos triumphantly held the severed bollocks up for the young demigod’s inspection. Thor couldn’t help but stare at his own castrated nuts, which up close looked even larger and more massive than he had thought. Such beautiful and bountiful nuts, once again ruined and destroyed for his captor’s pleasure. Thor hung is head in shame and defeat, quietly sobbing even as Thanos used his Infinity Gauntlet to create yet another set of gorgeous Asgardian bull balls for him to wreck and annihilate. Thor was left wondering if this hellish existence would ever end…

Marine Corp Meat - Part 6 (conclusion)

Marine Corp Meat, Part 6

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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The blood-spattered steel table was moved away and replaced with a large gas grill, which was placed between the Lance Corporal’s monumentally muscular thighs. His hideously battered and swollen bollocks hung extremely low, more than six inches down from the young Marine’s sweaty crotch, but were still a foot or so above the burners. The grill had not yet been turned on, but Matt could already anticipate the searing pain that was to come. 

The lead scientist stepped forward once again, wrapped one gloved hand around the base of Matt’s humongous balls, and said in his broken English, “Grill normally able to cook balls without help. But these balls extremely large, extremely thick and dense! Not cook evenly on grill. Therefore will use special metal rods to help cook balls.” He then lifts up a handful of slender metal rods, each about four feet long, the same length as the grill itself. “Push rods through balls, heat transfer from grill to metal in rods, cook balls from inside and outside at same time!” 

Despite the cold fear in the pit of his corrugated stomach, Matt snarled, “Do your worst, you sick fucker! Harpoon my fat baby makers! Skewer them on your grill! Hell, make ‘em look like a pair of massive pincushions!! I don’t fuckin’ care! I’m the toughest bull Marine stud you’re ever going to meet, and I can take whatever you dish out!” 

The scientist just smiled and selected the first metal rod. The slender steel needle had a very sharp, pointed tip, and the cruel Russian placed that tip against the side of Matt’s colossal left nut. He held the needle there for several moments, just letting the sharp tip poke against the slick and sweaty wall of the horribly battered bollock. Then, with a sudden and violent jab, he plunged the needle several inches into the squishy flesh. 

Matt’s arctic blue eyes bugged wide open and a bark of pain escaped his lips as he felt the steel rod spear deep into his left nut. He tensed and flexed his sweating, tortured, muscle-bound, iron-pumped body and gritted his teeth against the primal pain shooting from his skewered bollock. But the pain only grew as the cruel scientist continued to slowly spear the rod through his battered ball. 

As the sharpened rod erupted out the other side of his left ball and started to dig into his right, the big, strong American soldier flexed his muscular physique larger still, making his huge slabs of pectoral meat protrude even further from his chest, and he began to utter an unearthly bellow of animal agony. At that same moment, his colossal horse cock unleashed yet another massive load of clear, slimy precum, dousing the insides of the grill with his crystalline seminal juices. 

It was only a short time — though it felt like an eternity in hell for Matt — before the first metal rod burst out of the far side of the Marine’s bloated right ball. Surprisingly little blood leaked from the wounds on the sides of his balls, and in fact there was more milky sperm leaking from the freshly-punched holes than there was blood. The scientist didn’t stop, however, and he kept pushing the skewer through until the two mighty bollocks were situated in the center of the rod. 

Matt was now panting like he’d just run a marathon. Tears once again streamed down his handsome cheeks, for the fiery, burning pain was more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. Lance Corporal Schmidt began whimpering as the scientist started to stab a second rod through his balls. The pain was more than he had bargained for, more than he had ever suffered before, more than he would have believed ever could exist. But there was absolutely nothing that this impossibly beefy specimen of prime male pulchritude and vitality could do to stop this assault on his prized manhood! His heart felt like it was about to explode, icy-hot needles of pain were stabbing his lungs, his brain, he could barely breathe. But his herculean body betrayed him, his super human strength making him endure each puncture, feel every inch of progress the steel rod made as it speared through his battered and aching nut flesh. 

The lead scientist gleefully punched more and more spikes through the Marine’s screaming ball meat, each skewer running lengthwise through the side of one ball and out the other, parallel with the spikes that had come before. With such freakishly huge balls at his disposal, there was a tremendous amount of acreage to cover, and the scientist only hoped that he had enough metal rods to adequately complete the job. 

Amazingly, the mighty Marine began to grunt and growl as he began to thrust his muscular pelvis forward, proudly and defiantly pushing his impaled bollocks even more firmly into his torturer’s hands. Even the cruel and jaded Russian soldiers lining the edges of the room were awed and impressed by the Marine’s tremendous show of strength and bravery, and their grudging but profound respect for the American muscle bull grew. He may have been a filthy enemy, but he was meeting his end with incredibly strength and honor. 

Within a quarter of an hour, the preparations were nearly complete. The young Marine bull stud bravely and proudly looked down over his massive, iron-pumped pecs and deeply grooved, rock hard abs at his massive balls. The ginormous orbs had been harpooned by nearly a score of steel needles, and a mixture of blood and raw cum dripped from his wounded balls onto the grill below. Even as he watched, the scientist wrapped a slender length of copper wire around the elongated neck of the Marine’s stretched out scrotum and started to twist the wire closed. The muscular bull gasped as the wire began to bite into the thick neck of his sac, cutting deeper and deeper until it almost completely disappeared under the skin. The terrible ache in his poorly used and abused bollocks started to climb higher still, for now the blood and nutrient supply to his colossal cajones had been choked off by the wire. The pain was utterly unbearable, but somehow big Matt continued to stoically endure. 

The lead scientist explained to his suffering captive, “Wire cut off blood flow to balls and prevent you from dying while we cook nut meat. When cooking complete, I take scalpel and cut off balls just below wire, slicing through crushed neck of scrotum, and turn over balls to chefs who finish preparations and serve to our Fearless Leader. Wire keep you from bleeding out. Leave ugly and painful scar if allowed to live, but more likely you become organ donor for wealthy oligarchs. Gigantic bull cock to be cut out of body and mounted on wall as trophy.” 

“Do what you will to me, you sick fucking bastard!” the hunky Marine shouted defiantly. “I’ve always been more than willing to die for my country, for freedom! You can cook my balls, hack off my cock, and strip me for parts, but I will always be better than the likes of you!” 

“Brave until the end! Supreme Leader will like that!” 

“What?! Supreme Leader!?!” Matt cried. “Do you mean Vladimir PUTIN!?! The fucking dictator of Russia is gonna eat my fucking BALLS?!?!” 

“Yes, of course!” taunted the evilly grinning scientist. “Supreme Leader is elsewhere in facility right now, watching entire show via video! Want to say hello to him in camera?” 

“FUCK YOU, PUTIN!!” the defiant Marine bull bellowed. “You will never win!! The United States and its allies will defeat you!! And I hope you get indigestion from these huge, tough, Marine bull balls!!!” 

“Such bravery and defiance!” cooed the scientist. “Truly a spectacular specimen of manhood! Supreme Leader will gain much power and virility once he eats such massive balls!” 

While the two men had been exchanging words, other scientists had taken the ends of the metal rods and inserted them into place on either side of the gas grill. In order to do so, however, they had to pull Matt’s harpooned nuts even farther down from his crotch, stretching them to a phenomenal eight inches, but after everything else that the young man’s mighty balls had already suffered, being stretched almost to the breaking point was almost nothing in comparison. 

The gas grill clicked several times, and then a burst of great heat enveloped the undersides of Matt’s bloated nuts. Blue flames erupted all along the bottom of the grill, and though their fiery tongues fell more than half a foot shy of the huge lumps of man meat secured above them, the terrible heat was already starting to make Matt’s nuts sweat and turn an even darker shade of red. 

While Matt stared in horror at the burning grill, he noticed that the far ends of the rods were starting to glow a dull red from where they connected to the grill. He suddenly realized that there were electric filaments in the sides of the grill as well, which were even now starting to heat up the metal rods. Even as he watched, the ends of the rods were turning a brighter and brighter red, and that redness was gradually traveling down the lengths of the rods toward his skewered and helpless balls. 

The hunky Marine bull began to bellow in agony as the awesome heat fully enveloped both of his mammoth nuts. Even his colossal bull cock, quivering and throbbing high above the grill’s surface, was engulfed in pain as the terrible heat licked its way up its tremendous length all the way to its huge, bloated, mushroom-shaped head. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the heated rods reached the edges of the stud’s speared balls, searing the tender tissues and then tunneling deeper into their beefy depths. 

While the flames cooked the exterior of his balls from below, the red-hot metal rods were starting to cook them from the inside. The bull hunk of a Marine was now screeching in inhuman agony, thrashing so hard against his restraints that he looked like he might tear himself apart. His battered balls had now turned a bright, lobster red, and their undersides were beginning to blister. The increasing temperatures inside of his balls was causing all of that too-long-held spunk to start to heat up as well. As Matt’s vast reservoir of splooge neared the boiling point, thick clots of his raw sperm began to spurt out of the dozens of puncture wounds, sizzling as they struck the flames below and adding to the heady and disturbingly delicious aroma of slowly cooking ball meat. 

It wouldn’t be much longer before the hunky Marine’s proud bull nuts were cooked all the way through. In just a short while, nothing would remain of Marine Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt but a memory. His behemoth balls would soon become a feast for Supreme Leader Vladimir Putin, his nearly foot-and-a-half-long, ass-splitting, USDA Prime monster meat would become a trophy on his wall, and the rest of his spectacularly muscular body would be butchered for parts. The young muscle bull finally felt true despair as he suffered the agony of having his balls cooked alive on his body. 

Suddenly, all of the men in the room could hear the staccato sound of gunfire in the distance. Looks of confusion were passed around the room as the men struggled to understand what was going on. Confusion turned to concern and then to panic as the men realized that they were under attack…and that the soldiers in the room were armed with nothing more than oversized meat tenderizers. 

The sound of gunfire became louder as it drew closer, and even Matt, nearly lost in a haze of incomprehensible agony, started to register the sound. Hope suddenly swelled in his heart. Could this be a rescue party, come to save him!? He feared that they would already be too late to save whatever was left of his proud bull nuts, however, for his massive man orbs were now glowing red from within, the super heated rods cooking them from the inside out! 

The soldiers and scientists scrambled to barricade the door, but it was to no avail. A sudden explosion sent both doors careening into the room, neatly decapitating one scientist and severely wounding several of the soldiers. Through the smoke, a team of elite U.S. Marines poured into the smoke-filled chamber, their automatic weapons raised and pointed at every Russian in the room. Realizing that fighting was hopeless, the Russian soldiers dropped their makeshift weapons, and the entire room surrendered. 

A trio of Marines rushed to the bellowing captive’s side and immediately turned off the grill. The many rods still glowed a bright cherry red, however, so two of the men donned insulated gloves, pulled the rods off of the grill, and then — as quickly but as tenderly as possible — started to yank the rods out of Matt’s still-burning flesh. Gouts of dead, clotted spunk spurted from each wound as the rods were pulled free and thrown to the floor, but in under a minute, the last of the red-hot rods had been roughly and violently pulled out of Matt’s nuts. 

As the Russian prisoners were rounded up, bound, and led from the room, a group of medics rushed forward to inspect the nearly 400-pound muscle man, who was not only alive but incredibly still conscious! The majority of his body was clearly free of injury, and even his monstrous bull cock, though an angry lobster red from the grill’s heat, was otherwise completely intact. They therefore focused their attentions on the ruins of his horribly and gruesomely mangled balls. 

The medics weren’t even sure what they were looking at upon first glance, as the blackened, blistered sac didn’t look like it could possibly contain a set of human testicles. The two colossal sphere-like shapes encased in that cracked and charred purse were each bigger than a bowling ball, MANY orders of magnitude too large to be human testes. One of the medics noticed the copper wire crimped around the neck of the young man’s mangled scrotum, and he realized that the only way to save the young Marine’s life was to slice the cooked and bloated ball bag off of him. He grabbed the nearby scalpel, held it up against the neck of the massive, fleshly bag, and prepared to make the slice that would finish what the evil Russian scientist had started, and turn the alpha male bull stud into a steer forever. 

At the last moment, another Marine rushed forward and shouted for the medic to stop. The young man was a member of Matt’s own platoon, he explained, and he told the medics that the beefy bull had been blessed with impossibly massive nuts. The Marine pleaded with the medics to try to do what they could to save Matt’s balls. The medic explained that untying the copper wire and allowing blood flow back into the ruined orbs could kill the young stud, but the Marine insisted, saying that it was what Lance Corporal Schmidt would have wanted. 

The medic started untwisting the copper wire, releasing its stranglehold on Matt’s bloated nutsac. As the blood and oxygen were finally allowed to flow into the young man’s starved tissues, the slam of agony into his balls was finally more than even Lance Corporal Matthew Schmidt could take, and the young muscle man finally, mercifully, passed out. 

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It was touch and go for the next couple of days. Matt was immediately rushed to the nearest military hospital, and his wounds tended to the greatest extent possible. The blisters, charring, and even puncture wounds were not as dire as had been originally feared, and the doctors had high hopes that these injuries would heal nicely. But the vast majority of the damage to Matt’s herculean huevos had been done on the inside. The young man’s bollocks had clearly been beyond-brutally beaten, and that trauma alone would likely be sufficient to kill the young man’s gigantic testes. But the doctors determined that the terrific heat they’d been exposed to, both within and without, would be more than enough to finish them off. They believed that there was simply no way that any man’s balls could survive such extensive trauma. Lance Corporal Schmidt was kept in a medically-induced coma as his recovery was closely watched, and his medical team prayed that even a tiny fraction of his manhood could be saved. 

However, after the first five or six days went by, it became clear that the young Marine’s bull nuts were NOT going to die. Their swelling dramatically decreased (though they would never be smaller than extra large coconuts ever again), the blisters went away, and even the charred skin on the underside of his massive nutsac flaked away to reveal pink and healing skin beneath. Even the dozens of puncture wounds on the sides of his massive balls were healing, leaving behind a very faint spattering of tiny, virtually unnoticeable scars that almost looked like freckles on the sides of his nuts. 

But what of the young man’s fabled virility? Had his mighty bollocks been beaten to impotency? Had the sperm-producing tissues been burned out by the super heated metal rods? Would Matt ever again experience the exquisite release of a mighty gusher of lush, potent, life-giving sperm? The jury was still out on that. 

Before the doctors started to take Matt out of his coma, they performed one last surgery on the huge Marine bull. They delicately reopened the small incision at the back of his healing scrotum, fished out the ends of his severed sperm ducts, and reattached them to each other. Now all they could do was sit back and pray. 

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When Matt finally regained consciousness, he found himself at one of the top military hospitals in Berlin. By then, all external evidence of the abuses he had suffered had already healed, leaving virtually no marks on his exquisitely-formed physique. Many of the other members of his unit were by his side when he woke up, and they all breathed a huge sigh of relief when it was clear that their buddy and compatriot was going to be okay. 

After the Marine buddies were given a chance to catch up, the other men were ushered from the room and top brass entered the Lance Corporal’s hospital room to give him a full debriefing. Matt learned that the U.S. government had been aware of the kidnapping and black market slave trading of American and Allied troops in Russia for some time now, but had been unable to crack it. One Major had the brilliant idea of secretly implanting tracking devices inside the dog tags of soldiers, so that if they were taken, the government could track them. The program had been very secretly implemented just a month before Matt’s own abduction, and was crucial in their success of tracking the young man down and rescuing him. 

Matt informed the generals that Vladimir Putin himself was involved in the slave trade, and had in fact been the intended recipient of his own huge balls. The brass told the young Marine that they were now aware of that fact, and had narrowly missed capturing Putin himself when they’d stormed the hidden mountain facility in Kazakhstan, where Matt was being held. But while Vladimir Putin and his top aides had made their escape during the raid, allied forces had secured a vast supply of military vehicles and other materiel, as well as capturing scores of scientists, doctors, researchers, and other personnel who had been hard at work on chemical and biological weapons. The allied forces had simultaneously struck at other locations in Turkey, Afghanistan, and the Ukraine, rescuing many dozens of captured soldiers, including the score or so of young men who have been on Matt’s cargo plane during his long flight. 

The generals heartily thanked Matt for his pivotal role in making a huge dent in the soldier slave trade, and told him that he would be receiving a number of medals and commendations as a result. They also said, however, that he could never talk about anything that had occurred. The entire operation and its aftermath were completely hush-hush and top secret. They explained that Vladimir Putin could not seek revenge or speak out against the military raids without implicating himself and his own government in their vile and evil activities. The rest of the world would turn on Russia if they ever knew what had happened, which was what was allowing the U.S. government to cover up their involvement in breaking the slave trade and rescuing so many prisoners. 

Matt was stunned by all of this news, and his head spun as he sorted through all of the facts. The generals promised that they would meet with the young man again, but told him to focus on healing in the meanwhile. 

Even after his months-long ordeal and more than a week in a medical coma, Matt’s physical recovery took only a matter of a few days, shocking the doctors and staff at the hospital. But the young man had vivid memories of every moment of his torment at the hands of the Russians, and he, too, wondered if his huge balls would ever function again. They looked and felt normal as he cradled them in his own huge hands. Sure, they were even bigger than ever before, and now permanently hung almost half a foot from his muscular crotch, but they looked healthy and hale, and they were no longer throbbing with inhuman pain. In fact, the young Marine felt rather randy, and he hoped that was a good sign. 

When he was finally cleared by his doctors, Matt took the big next step of seeing if his sexual equipment worked any longer. He was given a private room in the hospital and a sample container for his sperm, and then allowed to be alone for some ‘private time’. Despite his trepidation, Matt’s cock grew hard in no time, unfurling to its full extraordinary size and throbbing powerfully in front of him. It appeared that the size increase he had achieved during his captivity was permanent as well, for his monstrous bull cock now measured at just over 16.5 inches long and 12.5 inches in circumference at its widest point. He sadly realized that he was indeed too big to ever fuck any hole again, be it mouth, vagina, or ass, without tearing it apart. But at the same time, he was intensely proud of and turned on by his own magnificent and monumental size. 

He started stroking his huge cock with both of his big, muscular hands, and that familiar tingle started to grow inside of his mammoth balls. That tingle grew and grew, becoming more intense than any erotic sensations he’d ever felt before, and Matt began to panic that his equipment wasn’t working after all. He’d never climbed to such heights of ecstasy without blowing his load, and he thought he might pass out from the intensity of the sensations. But then, just before he thought his heart might give out, he hit his mark, and his orgasm began. 

Matt wasn’t prepared for the sheer force and volume of his titanic release. His first blast of cum was an unbroken stream that lasted for almost two full seconds, and painted an absolutely enormous, messy letter ’S’ on the wall in front of him. The hunky Marine’s knees almost buckled as the second blast hit, even larger and more powerful than the first, painting a thick slash of chunky white splooge up the wall and extending almost to the ceiling! Matt’s loins were pumping and contracting like never before, and the volume of spunk he was pounding out was simply super human! 

On the fifth or sixth blast, Matt had the presence of mind to point his shuddering cock at the sample container, but the blast struck the bottom of the plastic cup so hard that it very nearly tore the cup out of Matt’s hand. As it was, the container was instantly filled to overflowing, and the bulk of the sperm slug splattered wetly across the length of an entire table and onto the floor beyond. 

Matt must have cum for more than a full minute, and by the end of his epic release, he had painted every surface in the small room with ropes and streamers of his hyper abundant spume. Huge slugs of the staggeringly thick fluid dripped everywhere, and the whole room reeked of the young man’s funk. Miraculously, the clothes he’d folded in a corner had escaped being soaked in jizz, so he got dressed, put the cap on the sample cup, and exited the room, closing the door hurriedly behind him. A smiling nurse retrieved the sample cup from him, and her eyes flew wide when she saw that the container had been filled to the brim. She flashed a brilliant smile at the hulking young Marine, making the handsome stud blush as he hurriedly walked away. He was most of the way down the hall when he heard the nurse open the door and gasp at the mess she found inside, and he smirked as he exited the unit. 

Later that day, doctor’s tests confirmed what Matt already knew — not only was he still a fertile and virile stud, but his sperm count was literally off the charts! Whatever damage had been caused to the impossibly beefy interiors of Matt’s mammoth nuts, there was no evidence of it now. It appeared that Matt’s balls were pumping out sperm and testosterone like never before! 

Matt was discharged later that same day with a clean bill of health, and he returned to the nearby military barracks to await his new assignment. 

He was surprised the next day by a visit to one of the general’s aides from earlier in his hospital stay. The young man informed Matt that the military wanted to provide him with a two-week vacation on a small island off the coast of Italy, as a small way to thank the young Marine for his vital and pivotal role in halting the soldier slave trade. The aide explained that a helicopter was already waiting for them, so Matt grabbed his standard-issue duffle bag and followed. 

After a several hour flight, the helicopter landed on a small and beautiful island in the heart of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea. A beautiful villa sat atop the center of the island, and the aide explained that all of Matt’s needs would be accommodated during his stay. The young Marine was wowed and astounded by the beauty of the island and his accommodations, and obediently followed the aide down to the basement wine cellar. 

The aide then explained that what Matt was about to see was top secret, then he opened a hidden panel in the wall to expose a very large, well-lit room beyond. Matt’s bright blue eyes grew wide as he quickly took in the contents of the large chamber. More than 30 men ringed the walls of the large room, each man completely naked, gagged, and bound, shackled by chains to the wall behind him. And Matt’s surprise grew even greater when he realized that he recognized each and every man in the room! These were none other than the Russian scientists and soldiers who had so cruelly used and abused him inside the mountain fortress!! The bound men instantly recognized Matt, too, for they all began to writhe and scream through their gags, terrified by the hulking young muscle man’s arrival. 

The smiling aide then explained that each of the men in the room had been thoroughly interrogated and were no longer of any use to the government. They would eventually wind up in a military prison, but before being sent there, the top brass thought it might be fitting for Lance Corporal Schmidt to have a couple of weeks to perform some ‘interrogation’ of his own. Matt then noticed all of the other equipment in the room — weights, chains, whips, clamps, and a vast assortment of other toys and accessories. As a malicious smile began to spread across his own handsome face, Matt heard the aide instruct him to try to not kill any of the prisoners, but that if some men had some unfortunate ‘accidents’ while in his care, the government would look the other way. The aide then excused himself with a smile, and closed the door behind him. 

An excited and eager Matt began to strip out of his military fatigues and get completely naked, wanting the men in the room to see just how intact he still was. He then flexed his huge shoulders and cracked the knuckles of his hands. This was going to be a GREAT vacation…!